"Okay, Director Zhang, Sister Yao, Sister Momo, don't send it, the children are still at home, you can go back."

In the evening, Qin Muchu persuaded Zhang Yimou's family, who had been sending him to the gate of the community.

Hearing this, the family also stopped.

"Xiao Qin, I have time to hang out more." Chen Yao smiled and waved goodbye to Qin Muchu.

"Definitely, definitely, Director Zhang, go back."

Qin Muchu waved his hand and got into the car driven by the driver.

After Qin Muchu left, Zhang Yimou looked at his daughter again:

"Momo, it's not early, you don't leave tonight, stay here to rest."

Zhang Mo has a place to live in Yanjing, and she doesn't live with them, so she called her today, mainly to introduce Qin Muchu to her and broaden her contacts.

"Okay, I want to talk to Aunt Yao at night."

Zhang Mo smiled and agreed.

The height of summer has passed, and it is completely dark at 8 o'clock, and the street lights have been lit.

In the community, you can also see a family walking arm-in-arm, giggling and saying something in the faint light of the street lamp, and no one notices that it is the great director of the Celestial Empire who walks by.

Zhang Yimou looked at his daughter and wife holding his arms left and right, and he only felt extremely calm and satisfied in his heart.

The only regret is that there are still three small ones who have not joined, but in a few days, they can also be carried and led on the road by themselves without worrying about being photographed by reporters.

Thinking of this, his heart was hot again.

I opened the door and entered the house.

"I'll go see the kids first."

Chen Yao greeted and hurriedly went upstairs.

The main thing is the little daughter, who is too young to wake up and can't see people, she will definitely cry.

Zhang Yimou looked at his wife's hurried back, and became more and more convinced of the correctness of what he was doing now.

"Momo, I'm going to rest, you go to bed early."

After drinking wine at night and reading the script again, he also felt a little sleepy, thinking about going upstairs to see the child and going to bed.

"Wait a minute, Dad, I have something to discuss with you." Zhang Mo stopped his father.

……

"Director Zhang is a photographer!?"

Looking at the three girls with fluttering expressions, Qin Muchu rubbed her ears that were tickled by Yang Mi's high decibels.

"Sister Zhang Mo said, but I refused."

Recalling Zhang Mo's "tiger and wolf words" when he was at Lao Mouzi's house, he still felt a little emotional.

The daughter is really her father's close-fitting little padded jacket, but it often leaks.

"Why?" Yang Mi's face was full of incomprehension.

How can there be such a leaky little padded jacket?

It's not like me, I only bring warmth to my father.

Qin Muchu didn't know whether Yang Mi asked "why Zhang Mo asked Zhang Yimou to be a photographer" or "why did he refuse", so he simply explained:

"Sister Zhang Mo wants to use this method to accelerate the breakdown of the relationship between Director Zhang and Zhang Weiping.

Because once Director Zhang and I cooperate, Zhang Weiping will definitely jump to his feet, and the two will inevitably quarrel at that time, and she will make a little more effort at Director Zhang's place......"

Before she finished speaking, Yang Mi's eyes lit up:

"Then Director Zhang will be thrown into our arms! Hahaha. ”

Qin Muchu shrugged.

Zhang Mo also means the same.

She felt that her old man had lost himself in the cooperation with Zhang Weiping, not only was he controlled in life, but his artistry had also declined significantly, and he was taking a road of no return.

Only by changing the court and devoting himself to the big family of [Chao Qin and Dusk Chu] can we restrain ourselves from the precipice and usher in the second spring of our career.

After laughing for a while, Yang Mi suddenly realized that something was wrong, did her boyfriend just say that he refused?

He refused!!

"Why did you refuse Sister Mo, why!?"

I haven't seen it before, but I'm already Sister Mo at this time.

Qin Muchu pursed his lips, slapped Yang Mi's hand and said meaningfully:

"I'm afraid that my old age is unknown."

"Unknown old age? What do you mean? ”

Not only Yang Mi was puzzled, but Zeng Li and Zhou Huimin also cast puzzled looks.

"Think about who Director Zhang has been a photographer for." Qin Muchu said.

Who has Director Zhang been a photographer......

As a native of Hong Kong Island, Zhou Huimin does not know anything about mainland directors.

And Yang Mi and Zeng Li frowned slightly, and soon had an answer.

Because that person is also a famous director in China.

"Haha, you're really bad."

Yang Mi was happy to eat and laugh, and Zeng Li couldn't help but roll his eyes with laughter.

Qin Muchu smiled, of course this is a joke, mainly because Zhang Yimou is a bit too extravagant to be a photographer for himself.

Isn't it cooperation to stimulate the contradiction between "Erzhang", he has a better way, such as being the screenwriter of Zhang Yimou's new movie.

"New movie? Screenwriter? Yang Mi was about to move.

Qin Muchu saw through her careful thoughts at a glance:

"Don't think about it."

"Flight attendant uniforms."

“……”

Air hostess......

Hip skirt, stockings......

Qin Muchu swallowed his saliva, but finally gritted his teeth and firmed down:

"This role needs a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, and your age is not right."

When he left, Zhang Mo gave him Lao Mouzi's book "The Love of the Hawthorn Tree", and he also read some on the car back, and he still knew something about the heroine "Jingqiu".

Seventeen or eighteen years old, extremely pure.

I don't have a deeper understanding, but I will never say anything like wearing a flight attendant uniform.

Although Qin Muchu said this, Yang Mi did not give up, raised her hands and crossed her ten fingers on her chin, her eyes blinked, and her voice became loud:

"Aren't they like seventeen or eighteen-year-old girls? Maybe people will be more like it when they change into a flight attendant uniform. ”

Zeng Li and Zhou Huimin's faces turned red.

Every time I went to Qin Muchu's bedroom the morning after Yang Mi's turn, I would find some strange clothes and props, and even the scale of carrying them was getting bigger and bigger......

……

"Dad, Xiao Qin won the best screenplay in Venice, if he wrote the screenplay for "Three Guns", he would definitely not be able to make it like this."

Zhang Mo is still convincing his old father.

Zhang Yimou frowned and didn't speak.

He didn't question Qin Muchu's screenwriting ability, looking at the Celestial Empire, Qin Muchu was definitely the top screenwriter.

In terms of directors, the two can communicate and learn from each other, but in terms of screenwriting ability, Zhang Yimou is ashamed of himself, not at the same level.

He was also quite touched after reading the script of "Love Letter" this time.

can ask Qin Muchu to be his screenwriter, he naturally can't ask for it.

But...... In fact, the screenwriter of "The Love of the Hawthorn Tree" has not much room to play, after all, there is the original work there, and no matter how well it is done, it is the icing on the cake.

There is no need for such a top-notch screenwriter.

This will not be unclear to the daughter who received the Screenwriter and Directing Academy at the New York Film Academy.

But why did her daughter insist on persuading herself to let Xiao Qin be a screenwriter?

"Dad~ I've already said it, and Xiao Qin has agreed, if you don't agree, I can't open this mouth, you go and talk to Xiao Qin yourself."

Zhang Mo saw that his father had been silent for a long time and directly played a scoundrel.

Seeing this, Lao Mouzi smiled bitterly, even if he guessed his daughter's careful thoughts, what could he do.

Helplessly:

"Okay, listen to you."

Hearing this, the little padded jacket immediately sent a hug:

"Hey, Dad, you're the best."

Lao Mouzi sighed and gently patted his daughter's back:

"You're not too young, it's time to find someone again, get married, and have children......"

"Oh, Dad, I'll help Aunt Yao take care of the children, go to sleep."

Lao Mouzi looked at his daughter who changed the topic or ran away every time he talked about it, and his face showed a trace of helplessness.

When people are old, they think about nothing more than that their children will get married as soon as possible and live a stable and happy life.

Xiao Qin, this kid is not bad, but unfortunately emotionally......

No, Momo has to keep his distance from him.

Although her daughter is married for the second time, she must at least find a single-minded ......

Since it was decided to let Qin Muchu write the screenplay for his new movie, Zhang Yimou did not procrastinate, and was ready to go to Zhang Weiping to talk about it the next day.

"Dad, wait for me, I'll go with you."

Zhang Mo shouted on the stairs to stop the old man who was standing at the door, and hurried downstairs.

"What are you going to do, your aunt made breakfast, and on the table, she ate it hot."

Zhang Yimou said a word and prepared to leave.

The relationship between my daughter and Weiping is not good, and the crew of "Three Guns" is a little uneasy, and there is a high probability that I will quarrel with Weiping about what I went to talk about today.

But after all, they are the old brothers, and they have a lot of red faces over the years, and they all have a scale.

But if she takes her daughter with her, with her temper, she may really reach the point where she can't end it.

Zhang Mo saw that Lao Mouzi was leaving, and immediately said:

"Dad, if you don't want to take me, I'll take a taxi myself later."

Lao Mouzi looked at his daughter, who was almost thirty years old and still had a temper like a child, and was a little funny:

"You know where I'm talking to Weiping, you can take a taxi."

Unexpectedly, Zhang Mo said it in one bite:

"Zhang Weiping's house in Chaoyang, right?"

Looking at his daughter who walked to his side and pulled him, Lao Mouzi realized that something was wrong.

I deliberately didn't tell her about going to Zhang Weiping this morning, how did she know? And I know where to talk.

There is only one answer.

"Yimou, if Momo wants to go, let her go, just drive a car for you."

Chen Yao walked down from the upper floor.

Lao Mouzi looked at his wife and then at his daughter, and reluctantly withdrew the foot that stepped out of the door.

It's hard to prevent.

"If you want to go, hurry up and eat breakfast, and then go and change your clothes, don't worry."

"Hey, okay." Zhang Moxi smiled.

Half an hour later, Zhang Mo, who had dressed up, got into a car with Lao Mouzi and went to Zhang Weiping's house.

Although Chen Yao said that Zhang Mo should drive, it was just an excuse, Zhang Mo had only been back from abroad for less than two years, and he had been in the crew for a long time, and he was not familiar with the road conditions in Yanjing, so he was still driving.

"Don't talk there, I'll talk to Weiping." Zhang Yimou gave his daughter a vaccination.

"Uh-huh."

Zhang Mo nodded perfunctorily, and her mind was on her mobile phone.

Zhang Yimou glanced at:

"Who are you texting for?"

"Friends."

Zhang Mo looked at the prompt showing that the text message was successfully sent, and put away the phone.

Friend?

Zhang Yimou muttered.

My daughter has been studying abroad for many years, and I really haven't heard of any friends after returning home.

But this is his daughter's privacy, he is not the kind of father who has a strong desire to control, so he didn't ask much, but he still couldn't help but say:

"If it's a boy and a good person, you can consider it......"

"Dad~~"

Zhang Mo shouted helplessly.

"What? Not planning to get married yet? You ......"

Seeing that the old father was going to educate himself again, Zhang Mo hurriedly changed the topic, patted the cushion, and remembered the car under his buttocks.

Last night, Chen Yao told her a lot of things, including the "interesting" story about this Jaguar.

"I heard Aunt Yao say that Zhang Weiping's wife borrowed this car?"

Zhang Yimou had the intention to correct that you should call Zhang Weiping's wife an aunt, but he knew that his daughter would not listen to it, so he nodded:

"She borrowed it from me. The car is not bad, it is quite comfortable to drive. ”

The original intention was to remind Zhang Mo to think that Zhang Weiping's family was good, and he was not bad for himself.

But Zhang Mo sneered:

"What did Aunt Yao say that Takakura Ken gave you a Jaguar last year, but Zhang Weiping was unwilling to go through the customs procedures, and said that he couldn't afford a Jaguar, so he wanted to give you one.

Co-author, this is the one he 'sent' you? ”

Zhang Mo bit the word "send" very hard.

Lao Mouzi stopped talking, and it took a long time to excuse Zhang Weiping:

"Isn't it similar to giving it when it is borrowed? I have been opening it since I bought it. ”

"Hehe, that's a big difference, and the borrower can go back at any time." Zhang Mo sneered.

After a pause, he suddenly added:

"If it were Xiao Qin, it would be impossible to give you a car of this grade and be careful."

With that, she looked at her father to see how he reacted.

But it's a pity that Zhang Yimou didn't hear it......

The car soon arrived at the door of Zhang Weiping's house, which was also a villa, European-style, much larger and more magnificent than Lao Mouzi's.

Ring the doorbell and soon a babysitter will open the door.

It was not strange to see Lao Mouzi, so he said hello and led the two of them in.

In the huge dining room, there are shining crystal lamps hanging from a ceiling of four or five meters, and a large long table of unknown white stone is used as a dining table, which is as luxurious as a palace.

Zhang Weiping and his wife were eating, and when they saw Zhang Yimou's father and daughter coming, they waved to them:

"Yimou and Momo are here, have you eaten yet, let's eat some together."

"No, I'll wait for you in the living room after eating." Zhang Yimou waved his hand.

"Okay, we'll be fine in a moment." Zhang Weiping did not persuade.

So Zhang Yimou took his daughter to the living room.

Zhang Mo nodded to the two of them as a greeting, and when he left, he glanced at the seven or eight dishes on the table and pouted.

After about ten minutes, Zhang Weiping and his wife came to the living room to find Zhang Yimou.

Before Zhang Yimou could speak, Zhang Weiping said:

"Yimou, I have something to tell you."

Zhang Yimou had no choice but to hold back the words that came to his lips and said:

"You say."

"Isn't our movie scheduled to be released on December 10th? I've been thinking about it lately, this day is not very good, I want to postpone it for two weeks, December 24th, which happens to be Christmas Eve, the schedule is good, and the key omen is good. ”

"Postponed ...... for two weeks"

Zhang Yimou frowned, thought for a while and said:

"I don't have any problems, but we have discussed it with the theater chain, and we have talked to the media before......"

Zhang Weiping waved his hand and said with a smile:

"It's okay, just talk about it on the theater side, and the media only mentioned it when I was interviewed, hasn't the official promotion of our movie started yet? It doesn't matter if you change the schedule now. ”

Zhang Yimou nodded.

He is only responsible for the filming of the film, and Zhang Weiping is responsible for everything else, since he said that there is no problem, then it must be no problem.

After all, it was his money that was lost.

But Zhang Mo on the side suddenly spoke:

"Why is December 10 bad?"

Zhang Weiping looked at this "little niece" who had always been at odds with him, frowned slightly, and was thinking about how to find an excuse to perfunctory the past.

His wife next to him spoke:

"Momo, I'll find the master and calculate, and you Uncle Zhang will be on December 10th...... And your dad is chong, if the movie is released at that time, it will not be good for the two of them. ”

When Zhang Mo heard this, he had already begun to accumulate anger in his heart.

This reason is to treat people as fools, and the key is to involve their father.

didn't talk to Zhang Weiping's wife, but looked at Zhang Weiping, and said in a tone that was neither yin nor yang:

"Uncle Zhang and Aunt Zhang still believe this? In this era, I thought that only ignorant and uneducated people believed in this feudal superstition. ”

What does Zhang Weiping say, saying that believing it is tantamount to admitting that he is ignorant and has not read books.

I had to squeeze out a smile and said:

"I don't believe it, if it's just me, it doesn't matter, the key is still related to your father, be careful, Momo is so filial to the child, you should be able to understand, right?"

If you use ignorance to disgust me, then I will gag you with filial piety.

thought that she would be able to restrain Zhang Mo in this way, but she smiled and said:

"That Uncle Zhang is too worried, our family doesn't believe in this, and even if there are really these gods and ghosts, my father was an Olympic director, and he can't wait for idle ghosts to enter."

Zhang Yimou had already heard the smell of gunpowder, and he gave his daughter a preventive injection before he came, but now it is useless to see that this injection is useless.

touched his daughter, trying to make her more restrained.

He really doesn't care about the schedule adjustment, and now it's almost quarrelsome, so what will he say about the business later.

But the daughter patted his hand and continued:

"Besides, Uncle Zhang, Qin Muchu's movie is scheduled for December 5, if we adjust the file at this time, won't the media say that my father is afraid of him?"

Xiao Qin's movie schedule is on December 5, and Zhang Weiping adjusts the file......

Zhang Yimou is not a fool, he just doesn't like to think about these things, but that doesn't mean he can't understand.

I sighed inwardly.

Afraid of colliding with Qin Muchu, he can understand.

There is no director in the Celestial Empire who has met Qin Muchu's movie in the theater.

It's okay to talk to him about it, and he can accept it.

But around the bush, it's a good Christmas Eve schedule, and it's a fortune teller......

"Really? I really don't know about this, let's talk about the file adjustment, Yimou's movie is definitely no worse than anyone else, which I believe in the most. ”

Zhang Weiping, who was punctured in his mind, was a little embarrassed and chose to change the topic:

"Yimou, what are you doing to find me today?"

"Dad." Zhang Mo looked at his father.

She came with her today, afraid that her father would not be able to open her mouth, or that she would be fooled and lame by Zhang Weiping.

"Momo, come on, I didn't rest well last night, I'm a little tired."

Zhang Yimou said a sentence and closed his eyes.

There was indeed a look of exhaustion on his face.

Zhang Weiping looked at Lao Mouzi suspiciously, he had never heard Zhang Yimou say that he was tired all these years, he was a workaholic, and a twenty-year-old man in the crew couldn't survive him.

Don't have something wrong with your body.

Immediately care about the authentic:

"Yimou, if you are not feeling well, go back and let Momo take you to check your body, this can't be sloppy."

In the past, Zhang Yimou was quite moved when he heard this.

After all, the old brother cares so much about himself.

But now it sounds wrong.

You care so much about me, didn't you say take me to the hospital now, let my daughter go back and take me?

I didn't want to speak, just nodded.

And Zhang Mo also said:

"My dad is fine, but he drank some wine yesterday."

"Happy? Because of what? ”

"Because ......"

Zhang Mo wanted to tell about his father's certificate and "surrender", but when the words came to his lips, he suddenly changed his words:

"It's about the new movie."

"New Cinema...... That tea tree, right? How, can you shoot? Then I'll form a team right away. ”

Speaking of the new movie, Zhang Weiping's eyes lit up.

Lao Mouzi's new movie means making money.

"No, it's still early, there is no script, how to shoot? Also, the movie is called "The Love of the Hawthorn Tree", not a tea tree. Zhang Mo said.

Zhang Weiping doesn't care what kind of tree you have, when he heard that it wasn't a movie that could be made, he was both disappointed and a little angry, and looked at Lao Mouzi:

"Yimou, it's not that I said, the people in your studio are too lazy, you said you want to shoot the mountain...... How long have the hawthorn trees been, and they haven't found a screenwriter until now, you listen to me, fire them and change them. ”

Zhang Yimou frowned when he closed his eyes.

Zhang Weiping's kind of thing that made him fire an employee as soon as he was unhappy was not once or twice.

In the past, he struggled to parry, but this time with a daughter, it was different.

I only heard Zhang Mo say:

"There is no need to expel them, this time they have found a domestic ...... It should be said that the world's top screenwriter.

Uncle Zhang, don't you like hype? I'm telling you this, if my dad cooperates with him, the box office will be at least 100 million more. ”

Zhang Mo's bold words made Zhang Weiping forget to refute even the sentence "I like hype", and hurriedly asked:

"Who? Are there still such awesome people in our country? ”

……

Half an hour later, Zhang Yimou and Zhang Mo came out of the villa.

Unlike when he came, Zhang Mo, who was high-spirited, was a little wilted at this time.

Zhang Yimou looked at his daughter in the co-pilot and said with a smile:

"Why, he agreed so readily and didn't quarrel with me, you are disappointed?"

"Hmm."

Zhang Mo nodded subconsciously, came back to his senses and shook his head quickly, his eyes flashing:

"Dad, why would I want you to quarrel with him?"

Zhang Yimou touched his daughter's head:

"Momo, you only inherited my little directing talent, but you didn't inherit my okay actor talent."

When Zhang Mo heard this, she also knew that her careful thinking had been completely seen through, and she simply had a showdown:

"Dad, I want you to quarrel with him and break it early.

But I didn't expect him to be so shameless, knowing that Xiao Qin could make money as a screenwriter, he was so happy that he smiled.

But it doesn't matter, you also saw who he is today, I hope you can leave him and cooperate with Xiao Qin.

The choice between these two should be a question to be given, right?

He just wants to use you to make money, but with Xiao Qin, you can shoot exactly what you want without worrying about money. ”

Zhang Yimou smiled:

"Why, you only met Xiao Qin for the first time yesterday, you know him so well, you know that I work with him, and he doesn't make movies for money?"

Regarding his father's question, Zhang Mo didn't even think about it:

"I don't know Qin Muchu well enough, but you always know him, right? You don't believe him? ”

Zhang Yimou was silent.

He just said that he was raising the bar with his daughter, Qin Muchu's purity for the movie even surpassed him, of course he believed it.

"Besides, everyone is a billionaire, and a movie is billions around the world casually, as far as the box office of your movie is concerned, can people worry about it?

It's better to spend some money to give you a prize, and get a good reputation, which is what I did...... Dad, why are you beating me? ”

Zhang Mo covered his head and looked at his old father.

It's not heavy, but it's a hit.

Zhang Yimou's face was as usual, and he looked ahead:

"I didn't hit you, I'm going to drive, remind you to wear your seatbelt."

"Oh."

Zhang Mo believed it, after all, Lao Mouzi had never beaten her since she was a child.

Fasten your seatbelt and say:

"Dad, what I just said, think about it, Qin Muchu is really much better than Zhang Weiping."

originally thought that his father would pretend not to hear it as before, but this time Lao Mouzi responded:

"I'll think about it...... Wait a minute, Weiping and I have been friends for decades, even if we don't cooperate in the future, I hope to get together and disperse, and we will still be friends in the future. ”

Grandpa said that if you don't cooperate, he will hurt you.

Zhang Mo's lips squirmed, but he didn't say anything after all.

For this situation, she was not defenseless, so she just concealed the reason why Lao Mouzi was happy in the villa.

Thinking of this, she reminded:

"Dad, you and Sister Yao are married and have solved the matter of superbirth, don't tell Zhang Weiping yet."

"What's wrong?"

Lao Mouzi was originally going to wait for everything to settle and tell Zhang Weiping, even if he objected at that time, it would already be a boat.

"Oh, you just listen to me."

Zhang Mo did not explain, but emphasized:

"Remember, don't say it, or you'll ...... I'll go back to the United States to find my ex-husband! ”

It was the hardest threat she could think of.

Sure enough, Lao Mouzi was angry, he almost didn't catch the steering wheel, and the words of the half-ordinary half-old man soared out:

"Your girl is a melon? He did that to the mud, and the mud went back to him! Find him to the ball! ”

Zhang Mo was a little frightened by his angry father, but he still stubbornly said:

"Then don't tell Zhang Weiping, otherwise I'll go if I say go!"

Lao Mouzi looked at his stubborn donkey-like daughter, and he was angry, but he still sighed at the end:

"Okay, dad promises you. But you must not go back to him, there are so many good guys in the Celestial Empire, Dad will introduce you to you. ”

"Hehe, I know, I'll listen to you."

Zhang Mo smiled and pinched the old father's shoulder.

Zhang Yimou just shook his head helplessly and wiped his forehead.

I just made him sweat in a hurry.

glanced at the daughter with a hippie smile, why did this rebel period come when she was almost thirty?

There was silence all the way, until he saw the community, Zhang Yimou suddenly remembered something and asked:

"Momo, did Xiao Qin say that there is a bookstore near our house?"

Zhang Mo recalled:

"Yes, just go out and turn left two hundred meters."

"Look at where it is, I'll buy some books for a man."

"Huh? Still buying? Xiao Qin bought a lot of them for a man. Zhang Mo's eyes widened.

The homework that Qin Muchu bought for a man was conservatively estimated to be enough for three children to write for a year.

"It's not enough, education is the top priority, take advantage of the small, easy to manage, when it's big, I can't manage it, and I can't manage it."

Zhang Yimou looked at Zhang Mo and said this......

(There's another chapter, which is being written.)

In the past two days, the junior high school female classmate who has been missing for a long time confessed that her Dao heart was a little disordered, but today she has been clearly rejected, and she continues to work hard to code words! ）

(End of chapter)