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Chapter 34: Script prepared for Lao Tian

Many people sent text messages to congratulate me, including the familiar Yan Ni, Tang Yan, Luo Jin, Huang Bo...

There are also many unfamiliar people, including a group of uncles, film and television company presidents, agency bosses, etc.

Tian Xiaole selectively replied to the people he knew, and then made another call.

Although the news has already been reported, it is still better to notify you to make it more formal.

I called Jiang Wu, Xu Zheng, Huang Bo and others one after another.

They were also very happy to receive the call and have the opportunity to go to Cannes and walk the red carpet.

And if your movie is nominated, there’s a chance it could win an award, maybe even you!

Yan Ni, who knew each other well, called them enemies.

More passionate and more coquettish.

The happiest and most excited person was Tang Yan, who played the leading female role.

Although she doesn't have many scenes, she is the nominal heroine.

She got such a high starting point when she first appeared on the big screen, which laid a solid foundation for her subsequent acting career.

She began to be called the Field Girl.

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Seeing that Tian Xiaole had finally finished his call, Wang Luodan in his arms also became dishonest.

Having caught Tian Xiaole's "handle", he couldn't hide his envy and said:

"Brother, I am willing to pay what Tang Yan paid, and double it. I also want to walk the red carpet at the film festival."

Directors and actors of this era are all like those with literary and artistic syndrome, and they are very eager for awards.

A director who doesn’t make art films is not called a director.

An actor cannot be considered a good actor if he does not act in art films.

"That's easy. We can go together then. You're going to be in the show too."

Tian Xiaole blew out a puff of smoke, his hands restless, like playing the guitar.

Teasing the cute little white rabbit.

"Brother~
You know that’s not what I meant.”

Wang Luodan spoke in a coquettish tone, and her hands unconsciously exerted a little more force.

"~You're going to die!"

Tian Xiaole, feeling pain, grabbed her short hair and pressed her head down.

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The next day, the crew had a day off.

It just so happened that Wang Luodan couldn't get out of bed, so Tian Xiaole went home.

The good news of the film's nomination must be shared with Yu Lan.

The older generation’s desire for awards, both in the past and now, is unremitting.

It seems like they want to prove to the world that Chinese films are not behind any other country and can also make excellent films.

To sum it up in one sentence, people were very poor at that time, and they were very sensitive and wanted to find ways to prove themselves to the rich.

Tian Xiaole is quite touched. In the next 15 years, whether it is the three major European awards, or the Oscars, Hong Kong Film Awards, Golden Horse Awards and other awards.

This group of domestic directors are also making unremitting efforts.

The reason why it didn’t receive much attention later was not because the audience became more aware, but because these awards ruined themselves.

There are a series of reasons, including the political correctness of the West and the conservatism of Taiwanese and Hong Kong filmmakers.

Of course, there is also the reason that commercial films are developing better and better, while the attention to art films is decreasing.

"My dear grandson, I knew you were the best. You really didn't disappoint grandma."

As soon as Tian Xiaole entered the door, Yu Lan called him and hugged him in her arms.

I didn't expect that she was so well-informed.

"If Mr. Fang knew about this, please bless my grandson to win a big prize."

"Grandma, I'm very satisfied just to be shortlisted. As for the award, I don't dare to think too much about it. I'll just take it as a learning experience."

Tian Xiaole didn't want Yu Lan to have too high expectations, so as to avoid greater disappointment.

"Grandma, I'll listen to you. We have a long life ahead of us, so just keep a calm mind."

Yu Lan nodded with satisfaction, looking at Tian Xiaole with eyes full of love, which was much better than her useless son.

"Let's eat first."

The useless Old Tian just came out of the kitchen. He was wearing an apron and was very cautious in front of Yu Lan.

"Yes, let's eat first. These are all your favorite dishes, Xiaole."

Yu Lan took Tian Xiaole's hand and walked towards the restaurant.

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After dinner, I chatted with the old lady for a while and told her it was time to take a nap.

The father and son of the Tian family finally had time to lie on the garden chairs and make tea.

Tian Xiaole enjoyed the sun bath and felt warm.

Old Tian was smoking a cigarette and flipping through the book in his hand, looking quite relaxed and comfortable.

"Old Tian, ​​now that you're released from the ban, have you ever thought about coming out to make a movie?"

Tian Xiaole found a topic and took the initiative to speak.

"I don't have the energy anymore. I have to take care of students too. How can I handle it?"

"Uncle Yimou is about your age, right? He's still so energetic. He's in charge of the Olympic closing ceremony and filming a movie at the same time, but he never said he was too busy."

Tian Xiaole knew that Old Tian was just trying to fool him, so he went to find Zhang Yimou, his energetic old classmate, to stimulate him.

He continued to bewitch her, "House of Flying Daggers was even shortlisted for the Cannes Out-of-Competition section. Don't you have any ideas? They were all just following you around."

"Even if we want to shoot, we still need a script. It's not easy to find a good script."

Tian Zhuangzhuang has rested for so long, it would be a lie if he said he didn't feel itchy.

He is just picky about scripts and none are worth his time.

"The script is easy, come with me to the study."

Tian Xiaole stood up and walked towards the study.

Tian Zhuangzhuang was puzzled for a moment, but still went over to see where the courage came from.

A big-ass computer that boots very slowly.

Tian Xiaole had wanted to change it for a long time, but forgot about it when he got busy.

A minute later, the computer displayed the classic startup screen.

Tian Xiaole found the hidden document and entered the account number.

After clicking out the script I wrote not long ago.

Make room for Lao Tian to sit down.

"[Hide in the dust]!"

When this script was written, it was prepared as Lao Tian's debut work.

This story is unfortunate, the characters are miserable, and the ending is tragic.

But this is reality!

In reality, Ma Youtie has a lot of problems. He has no parents, no children, and is the poorest and most bullied person in the village.

Hemp rope always breaks at the thinnest part.

In the script, Ma Youtie is very hardworking, farming and raising poultry, hoping to change his life.

But he was still forced by the villagers to donate blood for free again and again...

The study was very quiet, with only the sound of the mouse scrolling.

Tian Zhuangzhuang put his head close to the computer screen and looked at it carefully. Although the blue light from the screen was harmful to his eyes, he still stared at it and read.

Tian Xiaole really wanted to remind him: Don’t get too close to the screen, but he held back to avoid disturbing Lao Tian who was immersed in the plot.

The story is very heavy and I read it very seriously.

More than ten minutes later, Lao Tian rubbed his sore eyes, took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.

He exhaled a heavy puff of smoke, calmed down his emotions, and then spoke:
“It’s a good book, and the plot is very touching.”

"How about it? Do you want to direct it yourself? It has the potential to win awards."

Tian Xiaole handed over the brewed tea.

“Print out the script.”

Tian Zhuangzhuang nodded and said, obviously he was very satisfied with the script and had been itching to start working on it for a long time.

His son is so outstanding that he, as a father, feels a lot of pressure.

(End of this chapter)