Yang Yi and Meng Yueyuan met at half past ten, and after introducing each other, Yang Yi gave him and Jiang You a set of tickets for the film festival, and they were busy until three o'clock in the afternoon.

Wait until she's done.

Meng Yuyuan was waking up Jiang You who had fallen asleep, and got up with the audience to applaud Gu Xiaogang's "Spring River Plumbing".

Gu Xiaogang is a native of Fuyang, Hangzhou, and has lived on the shore of the beautiful Fuchun Lake since he was a child.

"Spring River Plumbing" carries his contemplation of that side of the land.

The film goes deep into the southern family texture, and slowly spreads out the urban picture scroll and emotional memory, which has the freehand sense of China's landscape painting.

The movie briefly evoked Meng Yueyuan's memories of Yaoshan and Xia Qin.

It's just that both are a little blurry.

Meng Yuyuan only remembered that when he was a child, his sister often used a black and gray strap to carry herself firmly.

She walked in the field and cut pigweed.

Meng Yueyuan felt like the wind was blowing through the bamboo forest behind the old mansion that had existed in the late Qing Dynasty, swaying.

Along with the shaking together, there was also Xia Qin's face......

It's just that Xia Qin's face is not very clear, and it has recently been gradually replaced by the "Manshan Hong" that blooms on the hillside behind his hometown and blooms in March and May.

The mosaic that Meng Shi played for Xia Qin is this.

Reflecting mountain red, azaleas, afraid of dryness, fear of wetness, afraid of heavy fertilizer, don't care about it and it can bloom very well.

"For a film festival, nothing is more important than a good film, and to judge whether a film festival is good or bad, you only need to look at two points:

One, see if it can show enough good movies.

Second, see if its main competition unit can select good works that serve the public.

Luckily, over the years, the festival has insisted on both.

Every year, the main competition of the first film festival is selected, although the participants are the debut films of some young directors who are not famous.

They are all art films or independent productions, so they are rarely coerced by capital or the market.

But there is a somewhat embarrassing and ironic fact.

This is the best film festival in the mainland at present, and so far it cannot be called a film festival, but can only be called a film exhibition.

A film festival initiated by a private sector like Chu has no official permission and can only be called a film festival.

However, there is no government-led and official support, but it is the advantage of "beginning".

Mr. Meng, are you listening? ”

Yang Yi saw that Meng Yueyuan's eyes were gradually blurred, so he stopped the topic.

"I'm sorry, I suddenly thought of some of the past." Meng Yuyuan picked up the tea that was already slightly cold in front of him, took a sip, and said, "Professor Yang is from Hezhou?" There are not many people in Hezhou who can speak Qingshui. ”

He knew that the subtitles of "Flowing Summer" were made by Yang Yi.

"Qingshui dialect is a variant of Hokkien language, and it is mixed with some local slang, my husband is from Fujian, and I am from Hezhou, and I learned it by doing a special subject."

Yang Yi said this passage in Qingshui dialect, but it was very slow.

Meng Yuyuan nodded, indicating that he could understand, and asked, "Can you win the prize?" ”

His expression was a little like facing the child's homeroom teacher, and he was asking how his grades were, and whether he could receive a certificate and stick it on the wall of his house.

"All I can say is that it's very likely." Yang Yi changed back to Mandarin and said: ""Liuxia" has a dragon mark, although it is not in theaters, it has been sold to the movie channel, and after this side is over, it will be broadcast there first, and then synchronized to the beep station." ”

There was silence for a moment.

""Flowing Summer" is at eight o'clock, Mr. Meng will go after dinner."

Yang Yi got up and was about to leave, she didn't mention Meng Shi from beginning to end, and she didn't care about Meng Yueyuan's experience.

Yang Yi held a sense of proportion and alienated Meng Yuyuan from Meng Shi and Yaoshan.

Meng Yuyuan didn't mean to get up to see her off, sat down and said, "It's good to have roots."

I've been to Australia, on their National Day. ”

Yang Yi stopped, his fingers still on the table in the restaurant.

Meng Yueyuan lit a cigarette, "Australians are always embarrassed to say that it is actually a history of colonization and massacres, as if they are eager to confide in the guilt and loss that have been suppressed for a long time.

As if for them, National Day is a day of shameful anniversaries.

One day in Melbourne, I was joined by a percussionist who thought she would be easily agitated, and she would tremble when she spoke to the audience, like her music, a powerful restraint.

The next day was National Day, and she said: F*ck Australia!

I feel very relaxed in Australia, we are all outsiders anyway. ”

Yang Yi's hands were spread flat on the table, but he didn't mean to sit down and speak again.

Meng Yuyuan took a puff of cigarette, coughed lightly, and said: "In order to eat, Australians have recruited countless international students.

Young people who will not be happy, children of good money, sons and daughters of chiefs and capitalists from all regions, are banished in land where everyone is a foreigner. ”

Yang Yi withdrew his hand and said, "Is Mr. Meng still angry?" ”

Meng Yuyuan put out half of the cigarette in his hand into the ashtray placed next to the vase against the wall on the table, shook his head and said, "No matter how loud the noise is, it can be digested by trees, moths, and grasshoppers." ”

Yang Yi said in Qingshui Dialect: "Will Mr. Meng return to his roots?" ”

Meng Yueyuan's eyes lowered, as if hidden in his unkempt hair and beard, and said, "I will die here." ”

……

The bell rang for the last class in the afternoon, and the students in the corridor walked to their classrooms.

And Chen Ziyu's heart flying out of the classroom.

Xia Qin teaches the second and third classes of junior high school.

It won't be long before she will play a video of Meng Shi and the group's cooperation in the class.

Everyone knew that Meng Shi was her uncle.

She wished she could sit in that classroom and wait for the video to start playing on the white curtain while others coaxed to watch it.

Meng Shi junior high school is also here, sitting in this classroom, and Chen Lele is sitting next to her.

Stand up with a "stand up" sound and sit down with a "hello classmates" voice.

Chen Ziyu took out the book, as if she felt something, she turned her head to look out the window, and saw a tall bald head with soft eyebrows, standing in the corridor and winking at her.

Chen Ziyu stood up.

The sound of chairs colliding with the floor breaks the quiet atmosphere of the classroom.

All eyes in the class focused on her, and then they saw the back of a bald head running away.

"Is there anything wrong with Ziyu?"

"It's okay, it's okay."

Chen Ziyu blushed and lowered his head and sat down.

Chen Lele hid behind the book and asked, "Is it your uncle?" Coming to you? Are you here to pick you up from school? Let's go after school! Uncle himself is so handsome...... Hmmm......"

"Dead bald, ugly dead." Chen Ziyu looked at the end of the corridor he could see, his hand under the desk, and pinched Chen Lele's thigh fiercely.

The second and third classes of junior high school.

Xia Qin stood at the door of the classroom, took a deep breath, and walked in.