When the award-winning crews came out of the theater, they were immediately surrounded by a handful of reporters waiting outside the door. The crew of "Mustang", which won the highest award and is the host, is the most popular, with three layers inside and three layers outside, and "Da Da Da ......" are all extremely fast tongue playing.

The crew of "East Palace and West Palace", which won the best director, best screenplay, and best cinematography, is of course no exception.

It's a pity that none of the Orientals speak Chinese, and they ask questions in English with a strong accent in their respective countries. There is no way, whoever asked their own country to participate in the exhibition has all been wiped out, this is the only Asian film to be shortlisted, and it has also won three awards, which is also the glory of Asia from the perspective of regionalism.

Wang Dalun knew each other very well, and gave up his position to Zhang Yuan and Zhang Jian, the two winners, and hid behind to watch the excitement. These Japanese and South Korean reporters who desperately wanted to dig up some material were very enthusiastic, and many of them even made a look of righteous indignation, complaining that "East Palace and West Palace" did not win the Golden Tree Shanglu Award in the end.

Wang Dalun looked a little funny, but at the same time, there was a kind of indescribable nest, and it could also be sad: why don't you have reporters from your own country? Aren't we counting ourselves as winning glory for our country?

(Well, let's not talk about these bad things, today I heard that pipa-chan was blocked, and it was required to be rectified, and the relevant departments always do those bullshit things.) ）

The Matabrata International Film Festival is not only very lively in South America, but also has a lot of reports published in the media every day. It is also concerned in Europe, after all, it is one of the 12 major congresses, and there are so many spicy European films involved. In addition, there are many interviews with Japanese and South Korean journalists, and there are also media in these two countries that are similar to "the Chinese film "East Palace and West Palace" won at the Matabrata International Film Festival...... Jackpot" or something like that.

There are words such as "China" and "award", which soon attracted the attention of Wanwan and Hong Kong media. And then there's the continent......

What? Did Chinese films win awards at the Matabrata International Film Festival, one of the 12 National Congress? The title, well, "East Palace and West Palace", director, uh, Zhang Yuan, as long as you see this name, the first reaction of most people is, yes, let's wash and sleep, Ya is a banned director, who dares to report it! Of course, there are some people who don't know each other, or who are lucky, and try to call the relevant departments for instructions, but the answer is only four words: no report!

Of course, it seems that everything that should be known is still known, and what should not be known is not known.

When the group returned to the capital, they were as if they were going abroad, there were no media with long guns and short cannons, and there were no fans cheering with flowers in their hands. The rest of them, except for jet lag, is to celebrate. For several days, screenwriter Wang Xiaobo, who failed to make the trip, the original film crew, including Zhao Wei, and the former child star who was still in high school all slipped out to celebrate together.

Those who won the award should be congratulated, and those who did not win the award naturally need to be comforted, especially the peer Wang Dalun children's shoes, the three of them were empty-handed, so they were all very sincere, full of emotion, and tear-jerking, even the screenwriter Wang Xiaobo also toasted him with a cup, took his hand, and chattered: Are you still young, and there are still a lot of opportunities in the future......

Wang Dalun felt very depressed, and once he drank too much, he suddenly raised his arms and shouted: "Lao Tzu is going to be the actor of Cannes!" ”

So a few years later, a reporter asked him if it was because of this slogan that he had been inspired to achieve today's achievements?

What Zhao Wei knew, within three days, Liu Lingzhun knew, Liu Ling set up a bureau and picked up Wang Dalun in a restaurant that looked quite high-grade, saying that it was a catch, but the meaning of comfort was stronger. Zhao Wei not only brought Brother Xiao Ming this time, but also brought a buddy who looked very melancholy, and found that he was very sullen after contact.

Zhao Wei secretly told Wang Dalun in private that Liu Ling likes handsome guys, so she can introduce the handsome guys in the class to her. After listening to this, Wang Dalun was speechless, in fact, he wanted to tell Zhao Wei at that time, there are still many beauties in your class, I also like beauties, can you help me introduce them?

In these days, there are karaoke in the private rooms of slightly more upscale hotels, which are the kind with a TV hanging on the ceiling. Everyone eats, drinks, and sings. When the melancholy and sullen buddy sang, Wang Dalun and Liu Ling were amazed as soon as they spoke. Wang Dalun originally knew that he was acting well, but he had never heard him sing, and when he asked, he knew that this guy was admitted to the Oriental Song and Dance Troupe before he was admitted to the film academy, and he was a soloist in it for nearly half a year.

Uh, okay, this guy's name is Chen Kun.

And then there's Lao Jia. In fact, Lao Jia has been quite busy recently, and he is busy with the registration procedures for his first film "Little Mountain Comes Home" to participate in the Hong Kong Independent Short Film and Video Competition. Originally, it was very difficult for a black household like him to leave the country to participate in the competition without the approval of the relevant departments. Fortunately, there was a Hong Kong student named Zhao Zhebiao in the Department of Photography who was willing to help, which made the impossible possible.

Even though Lao Jia is very busy, he also has to squeeze out time in his busy schedule to set up a banquet in a small restaurant near the school to entertain his brothers who have returned from the distant Matabrata International Film Festival in Argentina. Because the funds for the idol drama "Gentle Night" have not yet been settled, Lao Jia no longer mentions anything about the male protagonist, but he feels that the comfort of words alone seems too thin, and between the contradictions, he ended up getting drunk first.

The happy time is always short-lived, and within a week of coming back, Wang Dalun heard that Zhang Yuan was not only illegally directing a film that slandered the image of socialism and was suspected of propagating corrupt thinking during the ban period, but also went to a foreign exhibition without the approval of the relevant departments.

"What have you been up to lately?"

When Wang Dalun was still worried about Zhang Yuan, Zhang Yuan took the initiative to call him.

"It's nothing, idle, getting together with friends, ready to learn English or something."

Wang Dalun went abroad this time and suffered the loss of language barriers, so he pondered to learn English, an international language, at least to be able to understand foreign movies with English subtitles. It just so happened that in the past two days, Liu Ling helped introduce him to a senior student from Beijing Foreign University as a teacher, and he has not met yet, but he has already said that he will spare half a day a week to teach him ABC.

"Yo, motivated! Meddlesome. Speaking of which, I should study hard, if it weren't for Lao Ke to follow me this time, I would have to pull Ning Dai up. Zhang Yuan said with a smile.

"What's wrong with you? It doesn't matter, right? I've heard that the relevant authorities have been very harsh this time. Wang Dalun asked with great concern.

"No matter how strict it is, what can it be? Arrest me? I'm a unitless person, and they can't use the unit to press me. It's still the same, if you ask me to write an inspection or a guarantee, I don't even bother to deal with them. ”

Zhang Yuan still had a confused tone, and then said: "Don't talk about these fuck things, I'll be angry when I say it." Seriously, let me ask you, do you shoot commercials? ”

"You can still shoot commercials now?" Wang Dalun couldn't keep up with Zhang Yuan's jumping thinking, and asked subconsciously.

"Why can't I shoot commercials, they don't let me make movies, and they don't say they won't let me shoot commercials and MVs, and besides, I have to eat."

Wang Dalun thought about it, and then asked, "Do you want to give money?" ”

"It's not nonsense, why should I call you if you don't give money? Shoot an advertisement for a suit, they asked me to find a male model, I look at you kid, it's okay, and you don't have to worry about acting, it's quite suitable. I've already written the idea, and it's estimated that the shooting will only take a day, and the money is not much, just 3,000 yuan, do you think it will work? ”

"No problem, of course."

3,000 a day, he only 8,000 after filming "Thunderstorm" for more than two months, so a fool won't do it. Besides, he doesn't have a formal job now, to paraphrase Zhang Yuan's sentence just now, he has to eat. So he had already thought about it, as long as he gave money, as long as it wasn't a ****, he would take any job.

"When will it be filmed? Except for weekend afternoons, I'm free at all times. "On the weekend afternoon, I made an appointment for the teacher to come and teach him English.

"Hmm...... There is also some preparatory work. Zhang Yuan groaned and said, "Next Monday, go to the Huairou set, early...... Forget it, I'll just come and pick you up. ”

"Come on, thank you, Brother Zhang." Wang Dalun said happily.

"You stinky boy, usually Lao Zhang, when you get cheap, you become Brother Zhang. Alright, see you then. Zhang Yuan also laughed.

……

"Da Lun, I can't get out of the way for some time being, I'll let Zhang Lu go directly to you."

"It's okay, you're busy, I'll just wait for her at home."

"That's fine. But I can warn you, Zhang Lu is a good friend of mine, and people are very timid, so don't bully others. Liu Ling warned on the phone again.

"Please, sister, I'm only interested in English now, OK? Even if she is a big beauty, I won't take a second look, let alone bully her. ”

"Hmph, it's good that you know, I'll hang up if it's okay."

Wang Dalun put down the phone and shook his head self-deprecatingly. Then I continued to read the manual while fiddling with the newly bought repeater. If you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools! If you want to learn English well, how can you do it without the necessary equipment? In addition, he also bought a tape with 900 sentences of commonly spoken English.

When he was about to get to one o'clock, he heard a knock on the door, and when he opened the door and saw the English teacher standing outside, he was stunned for a moment, but immediately smiled and said, "It's Teacher Zhang Lu, right?" ”

When he was studying in the film academy, Wang Dalun had heard that in addition to the Chinese opera and film schools in Beijing University, the girls in Beijing were the most beautiful, but it seemed that the reputation was not very good, what was the improper relationship between the professor and the female doctor in Beijing, what the girls in Beijing and the foreigner fooled around, and the virginity rate of the girls in Beijing was not higher than 15%.

But the small teacher Zhang Lu in front of him was dressed very rusticly, with black hair braided into two ponytails, hanging on both sides of his head, a neat row of bangs attached to black thick-framed glasses, a pair of black eyes hidden behind the lenses, his eyes flickered, and he seemed to be a little nervous. She doesn't have any powder on her face, and you can see a little freckles, and the corners of her mouth are drooping, looking like she is "crying and mourning". Wearing a red and black plaid jacket and a pair of jeans, he didn't even look like a college graduate who said that high school students were all believed.

"Yes, I'm Zhang Lu. Are you Liu Ling's friend Wang Dalun? Teacher Zhang Lu, who was a scumbag of dirt, replied in a small voice.

"That's right, I'm Wang Dalun. Teacher Zhang Lu, please come in, please come in. Wang Dalun greeted warmly. At the same time, I also wondered a little, she was Liu Ling's high school classmate, and it stands to reason that she should also be a big girl in Beijing, but no matter how you look at it, it seems to be more earthy than those village girls in her hometown.

Teacher Zhang Lu was indeed very timid, and looked into the room, hesitated slightly, but still walked in.

Wang Dalun made a cup of tea for Zhang Lu, because today was the first day of the teacher's visit, and he also specially prepared some fruits, made a fruit bowl, and put it next to Zhang Lu's teacup.

"Teacher Zhang Lu, let's get started."

Zhang Lu looked at Wang Dalun at first making tea and serving fruit, and was a little overwhelmed, but when Wang Dalun sat down opposite her, he reacted, "Oh, thank you!" Let's get started. ”

Because Liu Ling communicated with Zhang Lu in advance, she also brought a textbook for Wang Dalun. Wang Dalun showed her the cassette tape he bought with 900 sentences of spoken English.

"This can be used, but if you still need to understand the text, we still use the textbook." Saying that, Zhang Lu thought for a while and said: "It's my negligence, I'll bring you a tape that combines the content of the plate and the textbook next week, so that you can get twice the result with half the effort." ”xh:.74.240.212