I'm the director, I'm not bad

Chapter 612 610. The Scorching Sun
Lao Xu is good at painting, which is recognized by several friends.

Although I have never seen Lao Xu deliberately paint portraits for anyone, or develop it as a hobby.But my friend's painting skills can be seen from the sub-camera.

Whether it's "Secret", "The Wind" or "The Hawthorn Tree"...they have all seen the draft of the storyboard with only one "picture" on the entire piece of paper.

It's like the retrograde vision of Ye Xianglun riding a bicycle in the wind power generation in Chaoyinhai in "The Secret".

In "The Wind", Gu Xiaomeng's classic look back on the chaise longue.

Or in "The Hawthorn Tree", the scene where Lao Qi and Jing Qiu embrace each other on both sides of the river that divides death.

The pictures that are qualified to be drawn by Lao Xu alone occupy an entire A4 sheet of paper, and are meticulously crafted, all of which are his special descriptions to prove his own ideas.

Every single shot is the most shocking node in a certain part of the movie.

The reason why Xu Xin carves carefully is to verify the conjecture in his mind.

Combining the pictures of the shooting location, find the most suitable angle of the camera to express a certain artistic conception in the script.

He needs to draw very seriously, and then see if the shot on paper has a feeling that can be remembered.

And these habits, in the eyes of others, become a beautiful sketch, and the surprising painting skills under this sketch.

Old Xu never learned to draw.

According to him, Uncle Xu said that Aunt Xu is very good at drawing.

Old Xu seemed to have inherited her genes.

Therefore, in the new house, in Jay Chou's studio, when he wanted to ask others to draw a picture of himself and his mother, he naturally thought of Xu Xin.

Not for anything else, I just feel... If a friend can draw a picture of himself and hang it here, it would be a very honorable thing for him.

Although Ah Xin's expression was completely speechless...

But Jay Chou himself is full of affirmation.

He actually watched the interview with Ah Xin, where he evaluated several of himself in front of the reporter.

He said that Lang Lang is the best piano artist, that Lao Wang is the richest person, and that he is the king of the Chinese music scene...Of course, these words are a bit exaggerated, but what Ah Xin meant was that all his friends are so good, he If you don't allow yourself to be good, the pressure will be great.

But for several people, why is he not like this?
At the age of 24, his current resume... Not to mention people of the same age, even if it is placed on people in their 40s, 50s, or even [-]s, his resume is shocking enough.

On a bigger scale, the four of them are all people who strive to maximize their strengths in their respective fields.

To put it mildly... It is an honor for Jay Chou to get a "virgin painting" from such an excellent friend.

So, after confirming with his mother that he wanted to put a painting in the studio, the first thing he thought of was not some famous painter who would spend money to invite others to paint for him... but he thought of Xu Xin directly.

And seeing the shocked look of his friend, he was even happier:

"Hey, don't be so exaggerated, okay? It's just a painting, isn't it very simple for you?"

"..."

Hearing this, Xu Xin didn't know how to answer for a while.

Is it easy to draw?

Quite simple.

Give him a pencil and he can draw.

Painting itself is very simple, just draw what you see and think...

Not difficult.

But the problem is...

"Did you say that?"

Pointing to the north wall, he asked silently:
"Such a big one? I have to draw until the year of the monkey?"

"It doesn't need to be so big, anyway... you can figure out what size it is."

In this regard, Jay Chou is rare "generous".

"But it can't be too small. At least it needs to be coordinated in this room~"

"..."

Xu Xin looked at the size of the wall. Although he didn't have any specific research on the size of the frame, he also knew... At least he had to get a full size to think about it.

As for whether to color it...he didn't even bother to ask.

How can it be possible to use black and white for the paintings given to others? It is unlucky.

So, he looked at the wall, then turned his head to look at the only colorful painting hanging in the whole studio, and asked:
"Whose painting is it?"

"Albert Oehlen."

"...Who?"

"Uh... a very famous painter. I like his paintings very much. I bought them back."

"How much did it cost?"

Looking at the painting in front of him that he didn't know what it was, he asked a question.

Jay Chou shrugged slightly, showing his wealth:
"Less than 80 million."

"Taiwan dollar?"

"Fuck, dollar."

"..."

Fine.

A painting is 500 million.

Don't worry about what you say, this is considered as the best of the best.

My own paintings should also be hung here...not to mention losing my talent.

"OK, how much time?"

"what?"

"How much time for you?"

"This... I don't rush you, just leave it to me when you finish drawing."

"Row."

Xu Xin nodded:
"What kind of clothes are you two going to wear? Where's the camera? Where do you want to shoot?"

"I'll show you around to see what background you want to use, let's go."

Guided by Jay Chou himself, he walked around the upper and lower floors of the entire duplex, from where there are almost no dead ends, where you can see the terrace of 101 Building, to the corner of the floor overlooking the night view of Taipei.

After going to his music studio, the room prepared for getting married and having children in the future, etc.

After they were all turned around once, there was noise from downstairs.

"Old Xu, is Lao Xu here?"

Hearing the voice, Xu Xin responded:
"coming."

Soon, Wang Sicong and Lang Lang came to the terrace.

Seeing that Xu Xin was holding a camera in his hand, and Jay Chou was sitting opposite him, the Eldest Young Master asked in bewilderment:

"What are you two doing?"

"The wheel asked me to draw a picture of him and his aunt together, and I was looking for a background... This place is not good, there are all kinds of backgrounds, but... there is no such warm feeling of mother and child. Let's give up on the terrace, it is not suitable .”

Glancing at the composition in the camera, Xu Xin shook his head while explaining.

"Sure."

Jay Chou responded:
"Actually, I don't want to do it...it seems very rich. I think the painting with my mother can reflect the warmth."

"Um……"

Listening to the chat between the two, Wang Sicong was taken aback, and subconsciously said:

"I can also draw, why didn't you find me?"

Hearing this, Xu Xin simply turned his head and glanced at him, then left with his camera and tripod.

As for Jay Chou, he also gave him a look.

Only he rolled his eyes.

After both of them left, Lang Lang took his hands worth 8000 million US dollars and patted his friend on the shoulder:

"Hey, look at that."

Following the direction he pointed, Maggie was digging the straw mattress under her feet in her kennel.

The reason why the small mattress is designed this way is that it is specially used for grinding the claws of animals, which can reduce the chance of them harming the furniture.

And Maji's mattress looks like it has been worn for a while, and fine grass silks have appeared on it.

"...What's wrong?"

The young master looked puzzled.

Lang Lang sighed:

"Alas... Maji's scratches look better than your drawings."

"Damn, you're a bit too embarrassing, aren't you?"

The young master refused to accept it.

Seeing this, Lang Lang showed a sarcasm instead:
"What the hell do you know about Gerhard Richter, or the Baidu Encyclopedia I checked for you? They are all local foxes. What are you talking about with me?"

"..."

Under Wang Sicong's eyes, "Although I can't tell you, I don't agree with you", Lang Lang walked out of the viewing terrace indifferently.

From now on, Lao Wang's mouth is definitely aimed at burning relics.

It is too difficult to make him succumb to defeat.

After he left, the big old king turned his eyes and landed on Maji who was still grinding his claws stupidly.

After thinking about it, he walked over.

"Maggie, come here."

"Wang?"

Maji tilted her head in doubt, and walked to his feet.

But Wang Sicong ignored it, but took a step forward and looked at the straw mat...

Kicked directly.

"Wang..."

Maggie looked puzzled.

Which of us is the dog?
……

The decoration style of Jay Chou's home is not static.

For example, in his music studio, the overall color is different from the simple and bright outside. The entire wall behind the sofa is made of gray stone.

And the stone has the only decoration in the whole studio except music.

An abstract painting by Gerhard Richter.

It is no secret that Wheel likes Richter in the circle. Although he is very philanthropic, he also likes artists with different styles such as David Hockney and Basquiat, but Richter is his favorite .

The main reason is that Ms. Ye Huimei likes Richter very much. As early as when Ms. Ye was still teaching and her wheels were still small, she would often take Richter’s paintings to explain to her son and remind him of Richter. spiritual world.

It's just that she could only look at the collection of paintings back then, but her son was able to buy Richter's paintings directly for her.

Few people know about this matter, and the wheels rarely tell others.

But Xu Xin knew it.

Therefore, when he saw the abstract painting of Richter in the studio, Xu Xin already knew what he should paint.

"Old Wang, move the sofa forward."

"...Why me?"

Wang Sicong was speechless.

Lang Lang is happy:

"Haha, what do you mean? Then I will come?"

"..."

The corner of the young master's mouth twitched, and he complained:
"Just live with your little left and right!"

As he spoke, he began to move the sofa.

As soon as I pulled out the sofa, I suddenly felt something was wrong, and turned to look at Jay Chou:

"What are you doing standing there? Help!"

"Hey, I'm the protagonist. Have you ever seen a protagonist who wants to help with the production?"

Jay Chou chose to side with Lang Lang, with a proud expression on his face.

"..."

Wang Sicong opened his mouth...

In the end, as if resigned to fate, he drove out the strength of breastfeeding, moved the sofa forward by about a step, and asked:
"Ok?"

Xu Xin didn't speak, just looked at the picture in the camera, turned to Lang Lang and Jay Chou and said:

"You two, one on the left and one on the right, sit sideways on the sofa."

"We two?"

"Well, you two, let me see how I feel."

Hearing this, the young master asked:

"what about me?"

"Go to the side after the drama is done, it's not big or small."

"..."

The corner of the young master's mouth twitched wildly.

Row.

Old Xu.

Sun Thief.

When you die, I will definitely fly to your grave and eat your tribute like crazy!

On the side, he frantically stared at his friend with knife-like eyes, and waited until Lang Lang and Jay Chou stood on the left and right sides of the painting before his eyes turned.

Just looking at the scene, he didn't feel anything.

So I went to Xu Xin's side, wanting to see what it felt like in the camera.

A look at the results...

Yo?
This effect can ah.

"Sit sideways on the sofa, both of you, and discuss this painting."

Following Xu Xin's instructions, the two quickly followed suit.

"Old Wolf, your posture...is a little soft...Forget it, I am very satisfied with this composition..."

While talking, he took a few photos.

"Let auntie change her clothes in a while, and then you can sit down. Just this background, you two have a look..."

"Wait."

Wang Sicong interrupted his friend, and then sat between the two of them, with Richter's abstract painting on top of his head, Lang Lang and the wheel on both sides. After sitting on the sofa, he crossed his legs and deliberately He raised his head and made an arrogant look:

"Come, come, take a photo for the three of us. I've already thought about the theme~"

"What theme?"

"Money makes art!"

"..."

"..."

"..."

Following Wang Sicong's words, the three of them were all taken aback.

And Xu Xin looked at the composition of the camera...

Not to mention, Lao Wang's words are quite accurate.

He is sitting on the sofa, that kind of domineering arrogance, coupled with his own "money" attribute, together with Lang Lang on the left of the screen, the transformation in the middle, and Jay Chou on the right... just form a kind of "one person supports two people The sense of déjà vu of painting.

That taste... the generalization is really quite accurate.

So, after thinking about it, he asked Jay Chou:

"Have you got one of those fancy rings? Where's the Houdini stick I gave you?"

"Uh, in the showroom."

"Go get it, and then find him... seven or eight rings, the more pompous the better."

"……Sure."

Although he didn't know what he looked like in the camera, he still ran out quickly.

Soon, he brought over a jewelry box and a walking stick.

"You choose."

Xu Xin opened the box, and suddenly...all kinds of jewels.

He picked and picked a few rings, and handed them to Wang Sicong directly:

"Put them all on, and then you put them out... The shape of the cane is pressed with two hands, do you understand what I'm talking about?"

"Understood, Laomei's RICH&POWER POSE of power and money, right?"

"What the hell is lying down?"

"...What have you learned English in the past few months?"

The Eldest Young Master was speechless, but his whole posture began to lean forward, and his two hands covered with gemstone rings supported the cane:

"Is that right?"

But Xu Xin was stunned suddenly, and a flash of light flashed in his mind...

After a pause, he nodded:

"Yes, that's it. Both of you sit down~ Lao Lang, your expression should be relaxed, and you should have that kind of laughing and joking feeling. Wheel, your expression should be serious, as if you are listening to a symphony...OKOK, Don't move..."

"Crack clap clap..."

There was a shutter sound.

"Okay, that's fine..."

Following Xu Xin's words, the three of them hurried over to see the finished product.

Xu Xin walked quickly to the edge of the table, picked up a piece of draft paper and began to write quickly.

The three of them gathered around to watch.

Not to mention Wang Sicong, seeing his appearance, he felt the smell of money everywhere.

But Lang Lang and Jay Chou asked a question at the same time:
"It feels like a weird style/Oh."

Seeing himself in the camera wearing a normal shirt and jeans, but with a playful expression, and Jay Chou, who was wearing a very trendy brand sweater but with an extremely serious expression, Lang Lang curiously asked Xu Xin, who was writing something. road:

"What do you want to express?"

"..."

Xu Xin didn't answer him, but continued writing in his notebook.

Seeing this, the three of them came together.

Wang Sicong was the closest. Looking at the handwriting written by Xu Xin, he subconsciously read out:

"Xin Xiaofeng, absolute justice, philosophical argument, truth and hypocrisy. (Goodness: pay attention to the result and not the motivation) --- is it worthy of salvation?

From Yi Guchun's perspective, struggling, can a person do good a hundred times and do evil once, can they be exchanged in equal value?Man is not an animal, absolute rationality and absolute sensibility.

Whether the Buddha Dharma of no good and no evil is correct → speculative relationship.

Zilu accepts cattle→truth and goodness, Zigong redeems people→hypocrisy, absolute kindness, sacrifice, can one obtain (spiritual) salvation?
Dissect the characters and hearts, and let the audience evaluate.

"sunspot"."

Wang Sicong read this, and Xu Xin wrote this.

Stop writing.

Get caught up in thinking.

Seeing this, the three of them have actually guessed it. Old Xu must have gotten some inspiration to give the book "Sunspot"... or the characters in this script... about "truth, goodness and hypocrisy". The nature of this speculative relationship.

Although I can't understand it, in essence, it is the same as when the three of us took pictures just now.

As a pianist, Lang Lang must be in the "classical category", but he is laughing and joking, while Jay Chou, as a pop singer, has a serious face.

This sense of contrast is similar to what Lao Xu wrote.

In fact, it is both true and false arguments.

He should also get some inspiration from here.

Good guy...or Lao Xu is the director.

Think things are different from others.

Just by taking a photo, so many things can be extended, and the most important thing is that it can be connected.

Don't mention anything else, just look at what Lao Xu is writing now, this "Sunspot" regardless of the plot, the core of the script must not be wrong.

It is the kind of movie that makes people think deeply after watching it.

In addition, Lao Xu has always believed that "movies start with stories", so the story of this film must be no problem.

If this core old Xu can be made, then this film... must be a very, very high-quality film.

Just looking at what he wants to express is already attractive enough.

What's more...Old Xu himself doesn't like things with a particularly high threshold, so this film will definitely not be that kind of highbrow.

A simple photo can make such a moth...

It is also exaggerated enough.

but……

Why is Lao Xu stuck?
The three of them are thinking about...

But Xu Xin suddenly seemed to have figured something out, and quickly scratched a few times on the four words "Sunspot" with a pen, and then wrote four words on a new line:

"Scorching Sun".

(End of this chapter)