I'm the director, I'm not bad

Chapter 193 191. The Sound of the Wind

In November, the Northeast is already very cold.

Yang Mi got up early in the morning, and after a big yawn, she opened the curtains of the hotel and took a look outside.

Good guy, it's freezing.

The flying snowflakes made her sound a poem for no reason.

And now that she thought about it, she couldn't help but feel relieved:

"Ah~"

The curtains are all open.

Anyway, the lights were not turned on in the house, and I couldn't see myself outside.

The naked girl opened her hands, embraced the ice and snow outside, and let out a cry:
"This Yanshan snowflake is as big as a mat~"

then……

Stuck.

What's the next sentence?

Whose poem is it?

Why can't I remember?
Just thinking of this sentence, she froze for a moment, and suddenly, a look of approval appeared on her face:
"It's a little cold on the butt! Mmm!"

good poem.

Then she turned and walked away.

No, it's still a little cold by the window.

Mimi felt a little cold.

……

After washing her face and brushing her teeth, Yang Mi got dressed.

A thin, thin sports down jacket with a pair of fleece yoga pants underneath.

Plus a pair of sneakers designed for running.

After getting dressed, she walked out of the room with her IPOD.

As a result, as soon as I went out, I saw Sun Ting in a sweater walking this way. After seeing Yang Mi, Sun Ting hurried over:
"Sister. The director said that work may not start this morning, and the snow will not stop in the afternoon, so I will watch it again when I stop."

"Oh good, are you sure you won't start work in the morning?"

"Correct."

"Okay, got it, I'm going for a run."

Putting on the wool cap, Yang Mi nodded and walked into the elevator.

Sun Ting didn't follow...

She can't keep up either.

At the beginning, when my elder sister said to her, "Tingting, you have to exercise and get a good figure. Men like to have a good figure." When Sun Ting still looked resolute, she did enough ideological work for herself, and bought it specially. A pair of jogging shoes, I plan to exercise with my sister.

As a result, after a day of follow-up, because I was not used to the cold air in the northeast, I started coughing when I returned to the hotel.

A cough lasts for more than half a month...

After that, she never mentioned fitness again.

Running with such a monster-level pacer destroys not the body, but life.

So... in winter, I wear thick clothes, and I can hide the meat on my belly, but I can't hide it... Let's talk about it.

Want me to work out with you?

There are no doors.

Yang Mi didn't force her, and after leaving the hotel on her own, she was shivering from the cold.

No way, even if the yoga pants under my feet are fleece, they can't stop the severe cold in the northeast.

It doesn't matter though.

Under the sneaky gaze of the doorman, the girl started to warm up against the cold wind on the welcome desk of Wanda Hotel.

After mobilizing all the joints, he tidied up the velvet hat on his head and the gloves on his hands, and ran into the wind and snow with strides.

……

To be honest, Dalian is a great city.

Tiger Beach is very fun, the sea is also great, the barbecue is delicious, and there are even a lot of handsome men and beautiful women.

And while it looks very modern at first glance, it still retains many old buildings that once represented the glory of the three eastern provinces in the streets.

And because she came here in September, catching up with the end of autumn, she had seen what Dalian looked like before winter.

Great.

The Dalian Wanda International Hotel, where the film crew stayed, is on Xinkai Road, with convenient transportation and a lot of food.

It's just a pity... There's nothing particularly good about running, you can only walk along the street like a street runner.

But walking around the streets and alleys is also beneficial, that is, you can eat the authentic taste of Dalian that only many local residents can eat.

For example, the soy milk here is a hundred times better than Yanjing's.

As the main soybean producing area, Heijiliao's soy milk...is amazing.

There are also fried dough sticks called "big fruit" by the locals, which she thinks are better than those fried in Guannei.

I have to admit that the flavor of the things grown in the black soil is much richer than that of the yellow soil in the customs that has not been rested for thousands of years.

Although the Wanda Hotel is in the city center, the residential buildings also have the unique morning market culture of Northeast China.

After she accidentally discovered the small market a month ago, she basically finished her breakfast there.

She followed the familiar route all the way, ran through twelve traffic lights, and then circled back to the Wanda Hotel. She turned at the next traffic light.

After crossing the road, he began to slow down gradually, and when his breathing finally calmed down, he came to a street with residential buildings.

It was just before 8 o'clock, and there were not many people in the morning market.

With ease, he walked to a retail store with a plastic sheet covering the front.

It is said to be a retail store, but it is actually a breakfast shop with the windows on the first floor of the community replaced by doors and decorated.

After entering the door, she pulled off the scarf that had turned into white frost on her nose and mouth, and shouted:
"Sister, a bowl of tofu nao, a bowl of soy milk, a steamed stuffed bun, a fried dough stick... and a piece of pie! Oh yes, two tea eggs."

Hearing this, the proprietress who was busy in the kitchen responded:
"Okay, serve the tea yourself, and I'll make it for you."

Yang Mi sat down, turned her head to look, and found that the photo of herself with the owner's wife two days ago had been hung on the wall.

There is another line below:

"Big star Yang Mi has come to our shop."

Seeing this sentence, Yang Mi couldn't help laughing out loud.

Then, he used a disposable cup on his own, and went to the bar to carry a teapot that looked very old, and put it in front of him.

The clear tea is accompanied by the scent of jasmine.

After taking a sip of tea, the blush on her nose due to the low temperature began to disintegrate.

call.

comfortable.

Then the breakfast was served, the amount of food in the Northeast itself was large, and she ate a lot... the amount of food is not comparable to that of normal men.

Palm-sized steamed stuffed buns, big and wide strips of triangular meat pies, one-foot-long fried dough sticks...

No matter how you look at it, it shouldn't fit into her waist of [-] feet.

Unfortunately, she never refuses anyone.

It's a joy to eat with the shredded kelp mixed in the store.

Drink tofu nao first, eat steamed stuffed buns, eat half a bowl of tofu nao, and eat the other half when the buns are finished.

After finishing the pie, eat tea eggs, and then throw all the fried dough sticks into the soy milk bowl.

Eat fried dough sticks first, and finally add a little sugar to the remaining soy milk, and use the sweet soy milk to sneak in.

Finally, drink up a cup of tea.

With the fragrance of jasmine in his mouth, the meal is considered to be over.

She took out seven yuan from her pocket and put it on the table, and she shouted:
"Sister, I'm leaving, the money is on the table."

"Hey, why worry. It's snowing outside, let's go after warming up."

"No, go back."

Yang Mi waved her hand, arranged her hat and scarf, and walked out against the cold wind.

As soon as he left, an old man next to him put down his porridge bowl, looked at the proprietress who came to collect the money, and asked in bewilderment:
"Who is this? It's that... that... who is that?"

The proprietress smiled and pointed to the photo on the wall:
"Yang Mi, she's very popular, and she's a big star. A movie has sold hundreds of millions!"

While speaking, there was a hint of envy in her eyes.

"Oh~ big stars don't go to eat in big hotels, but come to eat at your house?"

Hearing what the old man said, the proprietress was a little speechless:
"What's wrong with our family? Who in this (street) should have our family's delicious food?"

But after all, she was an old neighbor nearby, so she didn't like to speak harshly, so she could only mutter to herself that the old bastard would not be able to speak, and then went back to the kitchen to continue working.

The girl who went out the door strolled back.

She didn't know that there was such a conversation in the breakfast shop after she left.

After eating, her stomach was warm, and with the previous exercise, she was not cold.

And it was only past eight o'clock.

Walking through the area of ​​the morning market, she was about to return to the hotel at the crossroads when she suddenly saw a bookstore across the road from the hotel putting up posters.

She waited for the traffic light on the sidewalk, and she stared at it a few times.

That poster should be the cover of a book, occupying the entire glass.

The main body is a burning match, and the billowing smoke of the match has two characters written on it: "The Sound of the Wind".

After seeing the title of the book, Yang Mi squinted her eyes and continued to look down.

"Mao Dun Literary Award Writer - Mai Jia's Works"

"The full text of the special issue of "People's Literature" magazine"

Mai Jia: "It seems that I wrote about a group of ruthless people, but this is precisely my most affectionate work."

After the last three paragraphs of the poster are over, there is the bottom sentence:
"It's on sale now!"

Yang Mi became interested.

The Mao Dun Literature Award... not everyone can get it.

Maybe it's because she's been with her boyfriend for a long time. Although she won't put it down, she also knows how important the accumulation of works is as an actor.

So she reads too.

Of course, not novels, but some physical books.

Fiction is pastime, relaxation.Most of the physical books are some literary miscellaneous notes, and the two emphases are different.

And it just so happened that the book I brought this time has already been read...

In addition to the heavy snowfall today, Yang Mi felt that she might not be able to start work in the afternoon, and today might be quite boring.

Simply, following the traffic lights on the sidewalk, she walked directly towards the bookstore.

When he came out again, he already had an extra book in his hand.

Haven't opened it yet.

Mainly a little cold hands.

But just now I looked through it in a bookstore, and it was probably a story about an underground party in the Republic of China.

Putting the book in her arms, she walked all the way back to the hotel and upstairs.

After the room was warm enough, I turned on the bedside lamp, leaned on the bed and opened the book.

As for the script, the filming of this drama has already come to an end, and it will end in a few days.

It's already overripe.

This morning will be a rest.

Watch for a while, when the digestion is almost done, go to the gym to practice boxing.

"The story happened at the turn of spring and summer in [-]: the period of the Japanese Puppets. The location is Hangzhou, a famous city in the south of the Yangtze River in China: by the West Lake."...

In [-], during the Anti-Japanese War...

She thought and watched.

But I didn't expect... After seeing it, I couldn't let it go.

"Dong dong dong."

When the door sounded and Yang Mi came back to her senses, she realized...

The time has come to more than 11 o'clock.

She had been reading this book all morning, not to mention practicing boxing, and she didn't even notice the passage of time.

and……

Not finished yet.

Although the progress was interrupted by Sun Ting's arrival, after opening the door, she walked into the bathroom uncharacteristically and walked in with the book.

Sun Ting came to her room to help pack things, and brought over the laundry from the hotel by the way.

As a result, the sound of flushing the toilet was not heard until the work was finished.

then……

"Tingting..."

The bathroom door opened, and Yang Mi looked pained:
"Quick, help me, my leg is numb..."

……

"Hey, brother! Brother! Let me tell you! I found a good book!"

"First, don't look at danmei, second, don't look at sweet articles, third, don't look at black-bellied women, and fourth, don't look at sadomasochism."

Xu Xin, who was eating in the cafeteria on the construction site, replied without thinking.

"..."

The corner of Yang Mi's mouth twitched, but she still said:
"Oh no, it's the work of Mao Dun Literature Award-winning writer! It's called "The Wind"!"

"The sound of the rain and the sound of reading, the sound is in your ears?"

"What are you blind and poor!"

Yang Mi was a little speechless.

I haven't hit you for three days, brat, you've gone to the house, right?

"I'm serious with you. I've been reading it all morning. Really, it's wonderful! I don't even feel like eating, so I'll call you quickly! Take a look, I think this book is very good! It's very suitable for me. Made it into a script!"

"Uh……"

Now, Xu Xin was really surprised, and asked in bewilderment:

"What story?"

"The anti-Japanese spy war...is very exciting! I don't think it will lose to "Bright Sword"!"

"Yo, why is it so highly rated?"

"Yes! Take a look, hurry up!"

"This... okay, I'll buy it later and have a look."

"no!"

As soon as he heard that he would buy it later, Yang Mi refused without even thinking about it:
"You really, go buy it now! I won't lie to you! It's really beautiful!"

"...I'm in the stadium, and the bookstore has to run several streets."

Xu Xin was speechless.

Is this sister having a convulsion, or what?

"Because it's really good-looking! Wow, it subverted my perception of spy wars! Most importantly, this story is true, do you know? There are two versions of it. It comes from two people's mouths respectively. And In the mouths of these two people, there is this story, but it is a different thing, understand? It is a piece of real history, but it comes from the mouths of two people.

That is, you talk to me first, and then Tingting also talks to me.This incident is a common experience of the two of you, but this is where the power lies. What you said is true, and what Tingting said is also true... Wow, really, it's amazing!It is divided into upper and lower parts, the upper part is called Dongfeng, and the lower part is called West Wind!I watched a section of Dongfeng, and then saw a prologue similar to an interlude, so I looked at it curiously, and it turned out to be something that happened when the author was creating.Wow! !Wow, this story is so interesting! "

"Uh……"

be honest.

Xu Xin rarely heard her praise a work like this.

Be it a novel or a physical book.

Sometimes he feels that his girlfriend reads books wholeheartedly and doesn't understand much, but he can see something suitable for her from the book.

Pretty awesome.

But it’s fine to chat with her about books or stories.

What this sister most often looks like is "Oh, young master Lin Chen is too aggressive" or "Oh, XX and XX are kissing each other!".

Then you have to ask who XX and XX are, and she will talk to you endlessly about how these two men went from... Both of them like women, to being attracted by each other, and finally being intervened by a third party by the heroine , the two went from liking each other to falling in love and killing each other for the heroine...

To be honest, Xu Xin was quite impressed.

Because he really couldn't figure out what kind of story could write such a tone.

Repeatedly bend the man's orientation and then break it back...

What a big brain.

But from a... It sounds like a narrative novel, from the story itself, not from the attributes of a certain character in the book, she can find a story wonderful.

This is the first time the two have dated each other.

So, he asked curiously:
"true story?"

"Yes, the public says the public is right and the woman says the woman is reasonable, but the story is really good! Brother, you must read it, this book has just been released, it is really good!"

"Uh……"

Fine.

Who made our old Xu such a spoiled child?

"What's the novel called? Who wrote it?"

"Mai Jia, "The Wind". You must watch it, it's so good!"

"...Okay, I'll go to the bookstore after dinner later."

"Uh-huh."

"Then I'll eat. When will your side end?"

"It's almost a week at most, and it's snowing today, which delays another day."

"Is it cold in the northeast?"

"It's so cold, the snowflakes in Yanshan are as big as a mat!"

"You're washing your face for gloss, right?"

"……What?"

"Yanshan snowflakes are as big as a mat, and I wash my face to make it shiny. One of the "Eighteen Paddles of Hu Jia", Wang Anshi..."

"Dudu."

Before Xu Xin could finish speaking, he hung up the phone.

"...?"

Xu Xin was a little puzzled.

Are you disconnected?

But he didn't care, instead he took the phone and dialed Li Hao's number.

"Hey, Brother Hao, I have something to do..."

……

In the afternoon, Xu Xin, who was continuing to test the low temperature of the screen in the cold wind, received a call from Li Hao:

"Three golds, we don't have any in our county."

"...Uh, not for sale?"

"Yes, but I asked the boss to ask for it for me. Xi'an has it. Your father heard about this and sent someone to buy it in Xi'an. After seeing the plane, I guess I will be back at six or seven in the afternoon, okay?"

"...what's the matter?"

Xu Xin was taken aback:
"My dad asked... why did you go?"

"I went to buy books. When you called me just now, we were together. As soon as your father heard that Mimi wanted it, he went with me to ask. As soon as they said that Xi'an sold it, he said Arranged for Xiaoqi to go to Xi'an to buy it. There is a plane from Dongsheng to Xi'an in just one and a half hours, and there will be another flight back in the evening, just wait, and I will definitely bring it back in the evening."

"..."

Xu Xin twitched the corner of his mouth, and replied helplessly:
"Okay, got it."

After hanging up the phone, Xu Xin couldn't help shaking his head.

To be honest, a little jealous.

Why is the old man turning his elbow so wickedly?

……

When it was almost 8 o'clock in the evening, Xu Xin saw a young man who could be regarded as a handsome man, and he brought a box of books to his home.

"Why do you buy so many?"

Xu Xin was a little confused, picked up a book and read it.

After discovering that the words "Mao Dun Literary Award-winning writer" were indeed there, I knew that I should have bought the right one.

And this young man named Xiaoqi explained:

"Uncle asked to buy more, and said that he would bring them over and give them away."

"Yes, let's drop."

At this time, Xu Daqiang, who was sitting on the sofa watching TV, also spoke:

"Reading books is a cultural person. Buy more and put them at home, see who is literate, and give someone a copy... Well, take a copy if you give it, and read it."

"……Fine."

A book was handed to Xu Daqiang, and a book was held in his hands.

"Then I'll go back to my room."

"Oh, go."

Xu Daqiang responded and picked up a salad with chopsticks.

Still losing weight.

……

All the way back to the room, Xu Xin first took a photo of the front of the book for his girlfriend, which was regarded as a "verification code", and then leaned on the bedside to see how good the book was, and how good it was to be recommended by her.

As a result, after opening it, after seeing the date and place of the story, you probably know the year when the story happened, and then continue to read down.

First of all.

Probably because the story carrier is in the form of a novel.

The writing style is different from other types of literature books, so I can't tell whether it is good or bad for the time being.

Xu Xin Chapter 1 "Dongfeng" After reading less than two pages, I feel that this book seems to be an ordinary recorded story.

It can't be seen that it is an adaptation of a true story, and it can't be seen that it is anything else.

It is the very normal flow of narrative novels.

He was a little puzzled.

That's it?

It shouldn't make your girlfriend so excited, right?

But immediately he remembered what his girlfriend said.

This book is divided into east wind and west wind...

After thinking for a while, he turned back to the directory, found the "West Wind" chapter, and flipped through it.

Enter the target text in time:
"Gu Xiaomeng!"

"Gu Xiaomeng!"

"The old man magically popped up like an old ghost, making it difficult for my manuscript to end—the end begins again."

The above is the original text.

Seeing this, Xu Xin was a little speechless.

Calling an old man directly in the book...it sounds like an old lady.

Isn't it appropriate to call someone an "old ghost" directly?

He didn't want to watch it.

However, he continued to read patiently, but while reading, he suddenly noticed something was wrong.

First of all, "Gu Xiaomeng" should be the prototype of a certain character in this book...even the original name.

Moreover, this prototype is still alive and bending!

Bend?
Xu Xin suddenly thought of a possibility.

Could it be that she was...

After thinking of this possibility, he suddenly became interested, and then continued reading with the help of this... a story similar to the "prologue" that was mixed in the middle of the book.

As I was reading, I suddenly became interested.

The summary of this preface probably means that there is a character named Li Ningyu in the "Dongfeng Chapter", and this old lady who is still alive, Gu Xiaomeng herself, experienced that story together!

And the author didn't know it at the beginning, when he created the Dongfeng chapter, he carried out artistic processing.

The credit originally belonged to Gu Xiaomeng was added to Li Ningyu.

Just...how should I put it.

Say something disrespectful.

If Gu Xiaomeng is dead, then it doesn't matter.

But the problem is... the author really met Gu Xiaomeng himself!

People who saw the stories about themselves, but they were distorted by a street writer and distorted to others in the stories about themselves, how could they be happy?
So it was said that "whoever publishes it will sue him".

Then, the old lady's daughter saw the author's book, contacted the author, and first affirmed the first half of the story of "Dongfeng Chapter".However, it denied the seriously distorted historical truth in the second half.

The author was invited to come to the mother, and the mother personally told the real experience of that year.

Therefore, there is this "Western Wind Chapter".

"Oh?"

After reading the preface, Xu Xin didn't become interested until the author entered the story stage of the West Wind Chapter.

No wonder my girlfriend said that this story is a real experience of "one thing, two people".

original……

Here's where it gets interesting.

After figuring out the context of this matter, he got out of bed directly and came to the desk.

There is a lamp in front of the desk, which makes reading more convenient.

With a "click", he lit a cigarette, then returned to the beginning of the story, and began to read carefully.

And then this look...

It was just over 12 o'clock.

He read it roughly, because this story...is not a reasoning in the strict sense, but more like "documentary literature".

So the instinct of being a director made him eager to know the general context of the whole story.

After spending nearly five hours reading half of the book, Xu Xin hesitated...

Are you sleepy?

not sleepy.

Do you have something to do tomorrow?
Have.

But...with Director Zhang here, it seems that he can't leave himself alone.

Then how about...

Indulge?
So, after thinking about it, he decided to lie on the sofa in the living room and watch.

Sitting all the time is a little tiring.

The light in the living room is strong, and it is comfortable to sit on the sofa.

He walked out of the house with the book and went downstairs, but...

I saw Xu Daqiang snoring on the sofa with a book on his chest...

As for the number of pages in the book on his chest...Xu Xin picked it up and took a look, only to find that he only saw the third page...

OK... OK.

Dad, you really are not good at studying.

Do not embarrass yourself.

"Dad, go back and rest."

He shook the old man.

Xu Daqiang opened his eyes in a daze, glanced at his son, nodded and stretched out his hand.

After Xu Xin pulled him up, he helped his father up the stairs, and then returned to the living room.

Boil water and make tea.

Turn the book.

Going to fight at night.

This story... to be honest, it's kind of interesting.

The scenes and locations are all confined to a "Qiuzhuang" castle.

But in this fixed scene, some things that happened back and forth, including some connections with the outside world, made the whole story more and more depressing and cold.

The long and long dialogues and narratives are not only not boring, but also more and more interesting.

Especially the second half, interspersed with narration, Gu Xiaomeng's recording flashbacks, including the author's thoughts... It gave him a strong sense of documentary.

So, overnight.

At dawn, Xu Xin, who hadn't slept all night, finally finished reading the story.

And after reading it, not only was he not sleepy, but he also felt... a faint sense of excitement.

Because since the second half of yesterday, he has followed the story in the book in his mind and activated his professional instinct.

Gu Xiaomeng, Li Ningyu, Wu Zhiguo, Bai Xiaonian... Wang Tianxiang... and that big villain Fat Yuan Longchuan...

From the first half of the story to the documentary-like narrative in the second half.

Xu Xin kept thinking in his mind, if it was moved to the screen... what kind of image would it be?
This excitement has been forcing him to read, and while reading, he began to conceive some things in his mind.

When these things were put together, he suddenly had an idea.

take a photo of.

Get this story... on film.

And when this thought came together, it was like the wind blowing the heart lake.

In the wind.

"The Sound of the Wind" can't stop anymore.

So, with this excitement, Xu Xin thought about it, took a shower, and hurried out the door.

He didn't even eat breakfast, and drove all the way to the hotel where Zhang Wu was staying.

He wanted to shoot this story.

But the problem is...

Gu Xiaomeng's identity... is really a little sensitive.

He was a little out of control.

You have to ask Director Zhang.

So, before 8 o'clock in the morning, Zhang Wu, who was a little drunk last night, opened the door with sleepy eyes, and saw a young man holding a book in his hand, with dark circles full of excitement, and asked suspiciously:
"Xiao Xu, what's the matter?"

　Ask for a monthly ticket!Thank you Yanxinmiao Sengui for being the leader!Thank you so much!And sincerely apologize!One is that the management is chaotic, and the other is that there is no update... Sorry!Will make up later!
　
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