In the next few days, Han Qiu took Zhou Yuxin to visit major universities in Los Angeles. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

In particular, the University of Southern California, which has a top film arts school, is a must-visit place for Han Qiu. According to statistics, USC alumni have the highest number of Oscars won in the United States.

This honor is enough to prove USC's status in the art of film.

The management of the university is very loose, Han Qiu lingers here like an ordinary college student, and Zhou Yuxin also dressed up as a student and walked on campus holding Han Qiu's hand.

The two are like ordinary college lovers, unobtrusive at all.

University of Southern California, Library.

Han Qiu and Zhou Yuxin were sitting next to each other in a window seat at the moment. Zhou Yuxin held a cup of coffee and leaned on Han Qiu's shoulder, the sunlight outside the window drifted in, making her can't help but make a kitten-like meow lazily.

It would be nice if these days could go on forever.

Zhou Yuxin thought about it, and a smile unconsciously appeared on her face.

Han Qiu was holding a book called "The Form and Culture of Film" at the moment and reading it carefully.

Suddenly, opposite Han Qiu, a young man sat down.

"Hey, I was looking for this book, but I didn't expect it to be with you. ”

Han Qiu looked up, but he didn't expect it to be a yellow race. But judging by his accent, this kid shouldn't be from Huaxia.

"Are you talking about this?" Han Qiu shook the book in his hand.

"That's right, this is it, I've been looking for it for a long time. The young man nodded hurriedly.

Han Qiu pointed out the window and said regretfully, "I'm sorry, I think you should go to other libraries to have a look, maybe there's still one over there." ”

"Uh... That's a pity, but I'll be here tomorrow, and I'll be there before you. The young man shrugged, but the guy was optimistic, and he was not annoyed, but was motivated.

After speaking, the young man glanced at the two of them again, as if he wanted to write down the appearance of Han Qiu and Zhou Yuxin, and then left in a huff.

"Han Qiu, this person can't be from Huaxia, right?" Watching the young man walk away, Zhou Yuxin said curiously.

"No, he only has two tones of English. ”

"Aren't English all two tones?" Zhou Yuxin was puzzled.

Han Qiu smiled, and suddenly remembered the young man he met at the Los Angeles movie theater last year.

"No, there's a guy named Heath Ledger, and he told me that we Chinese people speak English, and sometimes we speak in four tones. ”

"Heath Ledger?" Zhou Yuxin said the name a few times, "what a weirdo, who has nothing to do to go back and pay attention to this." ”

Han Qiu thought of Oliver's evaluation, and a strange look appeared on his face. Mild schizophrenia?

This is indeed a weirdo.

........

The next morning, when Han Qiu and Zhou Yuxin came to the library, they found that the book they had returned was really fucking gone. And when the two of them habitually came to the window position, they saw that the young man they met yesterday was holding the book and reading it carefully.

Perhaps it was the footsteps of Han Qiu and the others that disturbed him, he raised his head to look, and when he saw that it was yesterday's "old acquaintance", the corners of his mouth couldn't help but hook up an oblique arc.

"Dude, I said, I will definitely come earlier than you today. ”

Han Qiu pulled Zhou Yuxin to sit down opposite him, "Okay, you won." ”

The young man smiled: "Maybe you can try again tomorrow and see if you can be earlier than me." ”

"No need. Han Qiu said, and then in the stunned eyes of the young man, he took out another copy of "The Form and Culture of Film".

"I'm sorry, but there are actually two copies of this book. Someone else should have taken this one yesterday. Han Qiu smiled, "So, I just need to come earlier than that person." ”

The young man was a little discouraged, but he quibbled, "Man, I don't think we should waste our precious time fighting over whose hands this book is. ”

Han Qiu sighed, "Of course, it's not good that you have one copy and one copy to me now, we didn't waste time on this." ”

The young man squinted: "I mean time is as precious as life, and when we have the idea of fighting, we are already wasting our lives." ”

Han Qiu: "........"

He suddenly felt that he couldn't keep up with this guy's rhythm, Nima grabbed a book and this kind of thing can be related to life?

"Well, maybe you're right. Han Qiu casually responded.

When the young man saw that Han Qiu couldn't tell him, he couldn't help but show a happy smile, he stretched out his hand and said, "Hello, Wen Ziren, you can also call me James Wen." ”

"Han Qiu. Han Qiu also stretched out her hand and shook it, and then she grabbed Zhou Yuxin's shoulder and introduced, "This is my wife, Zhou Yuxin." ”

The youth did not divert his attention from Zhou Yuxin's beauty, on the contrary, his focus was on another aspect.

"Are you from Huaxia?" he asked.

"yes. Han Qiu nodded.

"My father was also Chinese, but he immigrated to Malaysia at a very early age. ”

"So you're Malaysian?"

"Yes, but I grew up in Australia. ”

"....." Han Qiu was speechless, this guy's origin is really complicated, one moment Malaysia, one moment Australia, and now the United States.

"Are you a director?" Wen Ziren patted the book in his hand, "I don't think ordinary people will touch this book." ”

"Well, I've been a director for a long time. Han Qiu said bluntly, this guy didn't react when he heard his name, and he probably hadn't heard much of himself.

"Wow, that's an honor. Wen Ziren was a little excited, "I am also a director, but I don't have a work yet, I hope to shoot the story in my heart in the future!"

Han Qiu nodded and said, "I wish you all the best, man." ”

"Thank you. Wen Ziren replied, ready to lower his head to read, but he raised his head again, staring at Han Qiu with a flickering gaze, "Friend, I have always had a story in my heart that I want to share with others, I wonder if you would like to hear it?"

Han Qiu raised his head and said in surprise, "Story, have you written a script?"

"No, it's only in my dreams now. ”

Han Qiu was speechless: "..... Your story is your dream?"

Wen Ziren nodded excitedly: "Yes, but this is a nightmare, a terrifying dream." ”

This time, it couldn't help but be Han Qiu, and even Zhou Yuxin felt a little speechless.

Wen Ziren saw the expressions of Han Qiu and the others, and suddenly felt that he was a little abrupt, telling horror stories to others as soon as they met was a bit perverted.

"Uh.... Sorry, I was too abrupt. ”

Han Qiu shook his head and gave him a step: "Maybe you can write the story of your dreams and find a chance to read it to others in the future." ”

"Well, I will. Wen Ziren said with a smile.

........

In the following week, Han Qiu and Zhou Yuxin met Wen Ziren for at least five or six days. During this time, Han Qiu asked him and learned that he was not a student in Southern California, and he only occasionally came to the library here to read books.

These days, Han Qiu has already finished reading the book "The Form and Culture of Movies", but he still feels that it is still a little insufficient. So every morning I came to the library to read books, and in the afternoon, I would go to various places in Los Angeles, especially Hollywood, where Han Qiu often went to wander.

By the way, he joined the directors' guild and became a hirable director in the guild. It's just that with his current reputation in the United States, I'm afraid no one will choose him.

In the director's union, Han Qiu has also communicated with other directors, and every time he talks to them, Han Qiu will benefit a lot. It's not the director's skills, but their perspective on the movie, and how to grasp the psychology of the American audience, which makes Han Qiu very useful.

And Wen Ziren, who meets Han Qiu almost every day, seized this opportunity and asked Han Qiu a lot of questions about the director, and Han Qiu would talk to him when he had time, and read books by himself when he didn't have time.

Zhou Yuxin found a book about basic acting, and sometimes when she got a little inspiration, she would use Han Qiu as an audience to try her acting skills.

Of course Han Qiu is happy, sometimes Zhou Yuxin plays well, and he will reward her with a kiss, which makes her blush.

Time flew by, and it was the end of June in a blink of an eye.

On this day, the Southern California Library.

Just when Han Qiu finished writing, Wen Ziren came to the library and sat opposite Han Qiu.

"Han Qiu, I think that nightmare is getting more and more realistic, I really want to find someone to talk to. ”

Han Qiu: "........" grandma, this is the rhythm of telling ghost stories to yourself.

"Okay, you say, I'll listen. ”

Wen Ziren swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said, "My dream is a little strange, it seems to be in a closed dark room. I couldn't see anything, I couldn't touch anything, I couldn't even feel the passage of time. ”

As he spoke, Wen Ziren glanced at Han Qiu: "You know, this kind of enclosed space is the most terrifying thing that can arouse people's fear. ”

Then a very cold voice rang out in that room. ”

He said........"

“I want to play a game。 (I want to play a game)"