I am not Ximen Qing.

Song Yu kept moving about, not understanding why he did this. When there was no love or affection, he would spend his time with his cronies traveling and having fun. Why do men's spirits and souls drift? Why do men's spirits and souls fight? The Odyssey and the Iliad are the complete process of men's spirits and souls fighting and seeking redemption.

Chinese scholar-officials chose a perfect combination of Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism. Wang Yangming founded the School of Mind, which was the final summary of Confucianism. However, ancient Greek culture is the most concrete and vivid example. Men fought and died endlessly for the beauty of goddesses and for love. Perhaps Achilles was heartless towards Hector, but he understood the meaning of brotherhood and heroism best. A scholar dies for his confidant, a story worthy of song and tears, like the brotherhood between Bo Ya and Zi Qi. Beautiful women, like the Three Graces, were willing to wage a cruel war involving both gods and men for the crown of beauty.

Green trains travel across China.

"Can you even understand this? It's absolutely hilarious."

“The devil is troublesome; Satan is greater than us all, and he dares to challenge God’s will.”

“God is dead.”

"As Nietzsche said."

"Thus spoke Zarathustra."

"Your book."

“I didn’t read it at all, including Schopenhauer.”

“He looked down on Wagner at all.”

"That's right, Nietzsche also criticized Wagner in the end."

"Therefore Wagner is like Aristotle."

"Galileo was like Nietzsche."

"Human nature is still so cruel and heartless."

"But we are all dispensable people."

"I will surely be as great as Shakespeare."

"Beware of the British female writer."

"What is your name?"

"The master of stream of consciousness."

"James Joyce?"

"no."

"Mr. M?"

"Full name?"

“M. Proust”.

"Mr. Name".

"I really, really know Shakespeare very well."

“Be careful, now you’re going to memorize a line from one of his plays.”

"I can't memorize it."

"If you dare say you've read Shakespeare, be careful of her, she'll be furious."

"who is she?"

Virginia.

"That's a state in the United States."

"How pitiful! It'll be laughed out of you."

"Isn't it wrong?"

Virginia Woolf.

"Oh, I know, he was mentally ill and eventually committed suicide."

The green train rumbled southward across the land, clattering and clicking. Song Yu and Zhang Sheng, smoking in the space between the two carriages, continued their journey.

"I'm dying of laughter, Mr. Clown. You dare to say anything. It seems that Woolf said something similar to a certain Chinese writer in the book. Shakespeare is indeed great, there's no need for you and me to continue discussing that. He said that only superficial writers repeatedly repeat the name Shakespeare."

"Didn't they mention his name too?"

"That's really different."

"Green bamboo, I see green bamboo, and there are groves of green bamboo."

"Shh, can you keep your voice down? Does Cui Zhu really surprise you?"

"How I wish I could become Qu Yuan and write the Li Sao."

"You dare mention Qu Yuan? How modest! You can't even understand the Chu Ci. You're really something else. If you're going to write about your repressed nature, you'd better express it in writing."

"Goddess, goddess, goddess."

"My mind is filled with thoughts of naked women. But that's the whole meaning of life, a fantasy of love and romance."

"Brothers, I've finally found you!"

Xiao Li from Tai'an, Shandong, speaks with a thick Shandong accent.

He surprised Song Yu. In fact, Song Yu had already introduced Xiao Li to Zhang Sheng along the way. He liked movies, so in order to be associated with film and television, he opened a photo studio. His photo studio was really different from those that did wedding photography. In addition to taking romantic photos of lovers, he was also the police station's photographer, taking photos to document cases.

Of course, the reason for choosing him, besides his reasonable price, was also because of his exceptionally good attitude. Perhaps his natural appearance was too peculiar; in Shandong parlance, he truly had the air of a poor disciple of Confucius, embodying the noble spirit of a gentleman who remains steadfast in poverty and resolute in his principles.

"Didn't we get on the bus in Tai'an, Little Li?"

"Something sounds off to me."

Zhang Sheng thought of the Grand Eunuch Li Lianying; the eunuchs in Chinese films and television dramas all had that strange, peculiar accent.

"Brother, you're on the train. I'm so busy, I've searched the whole carriage but I just couldn't find you. Brother, I can't help it."

"It still sounds kind of weird to me."

Zhang Sheng seemed to think that Leonardo DiCaprio's accent sounded a bit like Zhu Bajie from Journey to the West.

"Little Li, what do you think this guy thinks of you?"

"What do you imagine me to be, brother?"

"They're practically the same as a transvestite and a pig."

"What? Brother, I came down from Mount Tai."

"Sorry. I think you're like a hero among heroes."

"Brother, is it Water Margin?"

"Yes, yes, hero, you are indeed a hero."

"Brothers, are you two deliberately hiding from me? Why can't I find you two?"

"It's impossible not to find him. Who else could you hear in this carriage besides his voice?"

"That's right, bro. There was some lunatic talking about Superman earlier."

That's him.

"Brother, where were you just now?"

"He was just lying in bed."

"Brother, this is really wrong of you. I don't know this brother either. Brother, what do you do for a living?"

“Him? Brother, he’s an expert at the Shakespeare Research Center.”

"Bro, you're really awesome. When will you tell me some Shakespeare stories?"

"Watch out, Leonardo. He'll think you're a clown."

"That's really fine. As long as you're not a traitor, you can describe him however you like. There's only one condition: like Runtu in Lu Xun's works, Xiangzi in Lao She's works, or the struggling youth in Dickens' works."

"It looks like the dog he wrote about."

"A dog will do, as long as there's one condition, I'll take it, bro."

"I'd be willing to be a dog."

"Of course I'd like to, but it has to be a dog written by a famous person."

"You're shameless."

"What do I need a face for? Being famous is more important than having a face. Take a look at my photo album."

Leonardo DiCaprio opened his photo album, revealing a collection of his photobooks hanging around his neck, all featuring him dressed up as a ridiculous woman.

"It makes me feel nauseous and want to vomit."

"Brother, that's right. So far, you're the first one who makes me want to throw up. I succeeded. Finally, a man has made me feel nauseous and want to vomit."

"Zhang Sheng, look at how badly life has worn him down!"

"Brother, write whatever you want, whether you call me a pig, a cat, a dog, or even a dead person. The most important thing is for all mankind to remember that I, Little Li, a person from Tai'an, Shandong, existed in history. I just want to exist forever."

"Brother, tell me about Shakespeare."

"Little Li, what are you telling him?"

"Talking about Amway."

Amway.

"correct."

Speak up.

"Okay, listen up, brother. Once a new tenant rented a big courtyard. Everything about the courtyard was great, except it lacked a well."

"Why not just connect to the tap water?"

"Brother, there is no running water in the remote mountainous area of ​​the countryside."

"That's right."

“Brother, that makes sense, so they started digging a well, and heaven rewards those who persevere.”

"They've dug a well?"

"No, we found a buried old well in the yard."

"That's great."

"That's great, there's a dead body down in the well."

"A good story."

"Go on."

"Brother, I didn't follow the rest."

"Little Li, this could be used to further investigate the murder case behind it."

"There are too many things like this, the skeletons in the suicide lake, almost revealing too many epics."

"Stop, stop, stop! Where are we going?"

"Go to the hometown of blue and white porcelain."

"What?"

"Searching for the last corpse-driving master of western Hunan".

"You've got a screw loose, haven't you?"

“I remember now, bro, aren’t we like the BBC?”

"Almost, to make the best eerie documentary."

"Are you looking for a ghost?"

"Still looking for a soul!"

"You guys just need to do your job as photographers, make good films, and people will be willing to pay for them."

"Making money, making money, finally I can make money."

"The budget for this documentary was only 100,000 yuan, and there was only a first prize; there were no second or third prizes."

"Brother, I'm sure I'll have wasted my time."

"So lacking in confidence."

"I can't compare to Lu Ban Liu, he was a wizard in the photography world."

"Old Liu would laugh himself to death if he heard that."

"Brother, where is Lu Ban Liu?"

"On the plane?"

"What? You have to take a plane to get from Tianshui to Jingdezhen? How ostentatious!"

"What's all this pomp and circumstance? You have a lot of business to attend to, this is just to save time."

Lu Ban Liu's work just won a major award, and Song Yu has collaborated with him on many advertising productions. Lu Ban Liu keeps saying that when Song Yu makes another so-called online movie, he must be included. However, the requirements for a cinematographer for a film are quite high. Generally, directors are often cinematographers by training because cinematography is what directors pay the most attention to. The entire frame of the film is captured, including the most exciting moments. Directors are always staring at the monitor, so the cinematographer's mind is often in sync with the director's. After ten or eight years as a cinematographer, one can become a film director.

Jingdezhen, the birthplace of blue and white porcelain, served as the site of imperial kilns during the Yuan, Ming, and Qing dynasties. During the Ming dynasty, Chinese blue and white porcelain entered the lives of European royalty and nobility, while simultaneously generating substantial amounts of silver for China's foreign trade. It's somewhat similar to how Steve Jobs' Apple products brought in huge sums of US dollars for the United States.

With the development of high technology, the Jingdezhen porcelain industry has declined somewhat, while Japan has given birth to the famous Kyoto porcelain. Xiao Li, Song Yu, and Zhang Sheng are disappointed. The Jingdezhen train station is neither as ornate as the blue-and-white porcelain, nor does it resemble the bustling crowds of merchants one would expect. They gaze blankly at everything before them, seemingly expressing their inner disappointment.

"Is this the great Jingdezhen?"

Zhang Sheng could not hide his disappointment.

"That's right, this is Jingdezhen, a name known all over the world."

"Brother, are we going to wait here forever? I'm getting a little hungry."

"Let's go to the city and find a Western restaurant first."

Why not go to a Chinese restaurant?

"Have some coffee and wait for Lu Ban Liu. He specifically requested a Western restaurant, saying it's a good place where we can eat and drink while waiting for him."

One good thing about Chinese cities is that, regardless of size, most cities, including Beijing, Shanghai, and Guangzhou, also have similar offerings. Entering the bustling city center, one truly feels that China is the capital of blue and white porcelain, with shops selling all kinds of exquisite pieces. One can stroll around and admire the sights.

"Brother, are all the items in movies and TV series bought from porcelain stalls?"