"Tsk, I didn't expect you to really be a director. ”

In Yang Qiu's rented living room located in He Jiayuan, Cao Dahua, who had not seen him for a long time, hugged his little Lori daughter and walked around Yang Qiu, as if he was looking at something strange.

"Ahh

When the evil guest came to the door, Yang Qiu sighed, reluctantly threw down the pen in his hand, looked at Cao Dahua and said, "Young landlord, I really didn't expect this house to be yours." ”

"No, no, no, this house is not mine. Cao Dahua hurriedly shook his head and explained: "This house belongs to my mother." ”

“……”

What's the difference between this special and yours!

"If my mom hadn't told me that there was a very young director in my house, I wouldn't have known it was you. Cao Dahua teased her little daughter and said, "How about it, big director, are there any new works?" ”

"No, what's the matter, you have a new work?" Yang Qiu said sarcastically.

"......" Cao Dahua paused slightly, and sighed: "You kid, why is your speech so unpleasant." ”

Cao Dahua's new works are really one after another, excluding those single Cantonese fragments, on the XX vs. XX series, "Seven Swords and Thirteen Heroes" 1 and 2...... Five, six, and the first, second, and third ...... of the "Once Upon a Time" series And so on, one after another.

This girl, basically filming has not stopped throughout the year.

For Cao Dahua, the eldest young master, it is as if the 'Cantonese Film Cleaning Operation' never existed, and it is full of a strong sense of irony.

"It's not good, that's it, by the way, Cao Da Shao ......" Yang Qiu suddenly stood up, took two steps back and forth, thought about it and stopped: "I want to ...... , I would like to ask you one thing. ”

"Yo, you have something to ask me, tell me, what's the matter? I must know everything. Cao Dahua was very surprised, raised his head and replied.

Yang Qiu raised his hands, gestured twice, struggled for a moment, and said, "You, after taking so many Cantonese remnants and fragments, no one will say that you have no sense of social responsibility?"

"Wait, are you really asking, or are you scolding me?" Cao Dahua raised his eyebrows and looked at Yang Qiu with a strange expression.

"Really ask !!"

"Really?"

"Oh yes!"

"Well, I'll just believe you. Cao Dahua was skeptical and continued: "I have a sense of social responsibility, I have it, which of my films is not evil and cannot be suppressed." ”

"But ......"

"But the story seems too exaggerated and frivolous?"

"Hmm. ”

"What's so bad about being frivolous? We're good at filming, and the audience likes to watch it. ”

"Forehead ......"

Cao Dahua put down the little Lori, picked up the empty pen holder on the table and played with her, and continued: "Do you know how many domestic movies were released in Xiangjiang last year?"

“……”

Seeing that Yang Qiu couldn't answer, Cao Dahua said to himself: "There were more than 200 domestic films released in Xiangjiang last year alone, of which less than 30 were Chinese films and more than 160 Cantonese films, so what about this year?"

"There is still more than a month to finish this year, and there are more than 190 Cantonese films released, Chinese ......" Cao Dahua sneered and said sarcastically: "But it's still the same as last year." ”

"......"

"But Cantonese fragments have a bad reputation? Chinese films are fine?" Cao Dahua interrupted Yang Qiu's words and asked, "Let me ask you, how many clay legs of Fanling vegetable growers went to see your "Secret Love in Peach Blossom Garden"? How many rickshaw drivers got together to discuss?"

“……”

"Those of you who make Chinese films always think of becoming benevolent and holy, thinking that the film can be hung in the history books for the world to admire. ”

Cao Dahua shook his head as he spoke, and continued: "We are different, we are laymen, we just hope that the film can sell as much as possible." Of course, while making money, you can teach the people at the bottom a little bit of good and evil by the way. ”

"As for higher education, that's a matter for schools and parents. ”

“……”

This unusually familiar tone made Yang Qiu suddenly enlightened, and suddenly made him find a way out in his entangled thoughts.

Is...... I was almost fooled.

Right!

We're just laymen!

All the time!

How is it possible to be an artist......

"Whew-" Yang Qiu let out a sigh of relief, looked at Cao Dahua and said sincerely: "Thank you!"

"Thank you, thank you?" Cao Dahua was puzzled, frowned and asked: "No, why did you suddenly ask me about my sense of responsibility, what happened?"

At this time, Yang Qiu, who had already figured it out, explained with a smile: "It's not a big deal, I just wrote a script of Cantonese fragments, and I was scolded by Director Bu Wancang." ”

"Oh——!"

Cao Dahua's eyes suddenly lit up, glanced Yang Qiu up and down, and said happily: "You still write the script of the fragment?"

"Don't forget, I'm a screenwriter first, what's wrong with writing a script. ”

"Well, yes, yes. Cao Dahua rubbed his hands and said flatteringly: "I don't doubt Brother Yang's screenwriting ability, and the script that can make you worry must be very good." I don't know if you can let me take a look at this script, if Director Bu doesn't want it, I can ask for it. ”

"Do you want it?" Yang Qiu asked, rolling his eyes.

"If it's good, I'll want it. ”

"If you want it, you don't have it now, you wait, I'll make a break first. ”

Cao Dahua was startled, grabbed Yang Qiu and said, "What's the break?"

"Kindness. ”

Coming to the familiar Mount Tai again, looking at the small building in front of him, although Yang Qiu had mixed thoughts, he suddenly felt in his heart, and when he went in and talked about it, he was afraid that he would have to leave here.

The Tao is different, and they do not conspire with each other.

Even if Bu Wancang didn't drive him away, it would be difficult for him Yang Qiu to stay in Mount Tai.

Having a headache and hesitating all the way, Yang Qiu still came to the door of Bu Wancang's office, and after hesitating for three minutes, he took a deep breath and finally knocked on the door gently.

Knock Knock ——!

"Please come in. ”

Listening to the sound coming from the door, Yang Qiu clenched his fists, pushed the door and walked in.

"Yang Qiu?" Bu Wancang was lying on the table writing something, when he saw Yang Qiu coming in, he paused for a moment, lowered his head and asked while writing, "Is there something wrong?"

Yang Qiu walked to Bu Wancang's desk, took a deep breath, and said slowly: "Director Bu, I want to get my script back." ”

呲——!

The tip of Bu Wancang's pen that was writing suddenly trembled, and he pulled out a strip of ink on the paper, he raised his head in amazement and asked, "What did you say?!"

"I want to get my script back. Yang Qiu said quietly again.

"You ......" Bu Wancang just wanted to say something, but when he saw Yang Qiu's deep expression, he suddenly calmed down, stared at him and asked, "Have you figured it out?"

"Figured it out. ”

"Then you still ......"

"Bu Dao. Yang Qiu suddenly interrupted Bu Wancang's words, and after thinking about it for a while, he said, "You said that in this world, there is more snow in the spring or more people in the lower riba?"

Bu Wancang frowned and said, "What do you mean." ”

"Yangchun Baixue listened to "Yangchun Baixue", and he may not be much inspired, but after the Lower Riba people sang "Lower Riba People", there are always people who can learn something. ”

"Bastard theory!" Bu Wancang was angry, stood up and said angrily: "This is not the reason why you wrote "The Lower Riba Man"!"

"Bu Dao, "Yang Chun White Snow" and "Xia Riba Man", in my opinion, there is actually no difference between high and low; I have heard people say that drinking coffee is not necessarily elegant, and eating garlic is not necessarily vulgar. Although we do things elegantly, if we can do it in a vulgar and elegant way, we are considered very successful. ”

"What! Who said that? You call that guy to me!"

This can't be called, Yang Qiu said bitterly: "Bu Dao, is there something wrong with vulgarity?"

"Nonsense, vulgar ......"

Bu Wancang was just about to refute, but his face suddenly changed, he didn't know how to speak, thinking about it, isn't he also a layman.

"Bu Dao, I think that as long as it is not bad or evil, let it go, regardless of its elegance and vulgarity, and see what fruit it can bear in the end. ”

“……”

Bu Wancang sat down on the chair with a dejected ass and asked gloomily, "You have decided?"

"It's decided!" Yang Qiu nodded.

"Ha-" Bu Wancang lowered his head and laughed miserably, opened the drawer, looked at the script inside, shook his head, and then took it out and put it on the table, looked at Yang Qiu and said, "Take it, I hope you won't regret it in the future." ”

"Probably not. Yang Qiu quietly picked up the script on the table and calmly replied with four words.

"Hmph, it's a bit of literati stubbornness. Bu Wancang lay on the chair and lectured, and then asked, "Then what are you going to do with this script?"

"I think there will be people who will be interested in this script. ”

"Wait! you're leaving?"

"Hmm. ”

"You don't ......"

"Director Bu, you know, let's ...... When the heart is not aligned, the Tao is different. ”

"Alas-" Bu Wancang let out a long sigh, glanced at Yang Qiu regretfully, and said in a muffled voice, "Good luck." ”

"Thank you. ”