under the rose

When Fu Xingyun woke up from the old dream, they were already talking about the next topic.

Zhang Ting invited the two of them to be guests, no doubt because of their stark differences: fashion and minority, business and literature, rising and declining, so the problem is a little dangerous invisibly.

"How do you evaluate each other's work?"

Compared to Fu Xingyun's oblique obliqueness, which was almost equal to nothing, Wen Shichuan was much more direct.

"—Aesthetics are more popular, more popular, and have a larger market."

The words are correct, very reasonable and objective, but Fu Xingyun just feels uncomfortable, just feels that Wen Shichuan is satirizing his own works without connotation.He smiled lightly, and said leisurely: "Director Wen didn't say that before. It seems that his thoughts have changed a lot over the years."

In the past, Wen Shichuan was dismissive of the aesthetics of the public, "the aesthetics of the public is stinky shit"*, this is a sentence they often hang on their lips.During the four years they were together, they quarreled over many things, such as whether the toothbrush should be placed up or down in the toothbrush, but what really separated them was their different ideas and pursuits.

Wen Shichuan's expression remained unchanged, and he replied: "Teacher Fu hasn't changed at all these years."

Here comes the smell of gunpowder.

When Fu Xingyun finally summed up this topic, he was really angry, and his tone was not as peaceful as before: "The market is huge and the audience is very wide. Some people like high-end music, and some people like public aesthetics. Just as different occupations are different social divisions of labor, there is no need to oppose the two."

Zhang Ting is very good at it, and promptly released a list of Wen Shichuan's works. Among them, a movie he made four years ago stands out in this list, and it is incompatible with other works. The theaters have been in theaters for a week, and the box office is low. The content brief is the common New Year movie plot, even more clichéd.

She said, "Director Wen, it seems that you have also tried to follow the popular aesthetic route."

When Fu Xingyun saw it, he couldn't believe that this was a movie that Wen Shichuan would make. This movie had no splashes. It was four years ago when he became famous and became popular overnight. It's normal for him to not know about such leftover movies. .

He felt inexplicably angry. It turned out that Wen Shichuan criticized the public's aesthetics for so long before and sharply accused him of "wanting to be popular". It turns out that he also wanted to be popular, and he also wanted to rely on the public's aesthetics. What is this? Is it just standing up again?Almost unable to control his temper, Fu Xingyun spoke quickly, and answered Zhang Ting's words: "—but failed."

Wen Shichuan spread his hands calmly, repeated Fu Xingyun's words calmly, and said, "It failed."

The topic quickly changed. After the entire interview was over, Zhang Ting checked the recorded material, expressed his satisfaction, and said goodbye to the two of them.Fu Xingyun went to the dressing room to take off the makeup, and Wen Shichuan was also in the same dressing room, and both of them were sitting for the makeup artist to toss about.

After removing the makeup, Fu Xingyun put on a plain face and applied some of the skin care products he brought with him.The make-up artist left with the door behind him, leaving only the two of them in the dressing room.Wen Shichuan stood up, as if about to leave.Fu Xingyun didn't know what he was thinking, so he stood up and stood in front of Wen Shichuan. There was a height difference between the two of them. Wen Shichuan lowered his eyes to look at him and asked, "Is there anything else?"

One sentence reminded Fu Xingyun that he was able to record this program today thanks to the blessing of Wen Shichuan.

Fu Xingyun's face turned red and then green, his mind turned again and again, and finally said: "I didn't expect you to make such a film, don't you always look down on people like this?"

"There's nothing to look down upon, it's just whether it fits or not." Wen Shichuan said lightly, turning sideways to leave.

Seeing his calm expression, Fu Xingyun gritted his teeth more and more angrily, as if he had punched the cotton, and all the force was removed, as if nothing he said would cause Wen Shichuan to change his mood at all. .It's like holding water and sand in the palm of your hand, the more you grasp it, the more you will miss it.

Fu Xingyun said: "I thought you would have changed your career a long time ago. After all, with such a father, it's impossible for you to hang around for so long without getting ahead—"

He was satisfied to see Wen Shichuan's back froze for a moment.

Wen Shichuan turned around, his eyes became very cold, he raised his head slightly, and looked at people with his chin, with a smile that was not a smile.Fu Xingyun knew that he was angry - this expression was really angry.

"Do you always use this attitude when begging for help?" Wen Shichuan said in a deep voice, "When begging for help, lower your figure a bit. Didn't you know it well before?"

This sentence immediately set Fu Xingyun on fire, and sure enough, the two of them are the ones who know how to poke each other's pain.

Fu Xingyun's voice became very high-pitched, he stared at Wen Shichuan, and asked, "What do you mean?"

"It's not interesting." Wen Shichuan said.

Fu Xingyun hated his look the most in the past, as if he had become extremely small in front of him. He was a talented but unsatisfactory artist with a long history of family education, while he was just an orphan with no background and no knowledge. , only a beautiful skin.

Wen Shichuan turned around and wanted to leave again. Fu Xingyun was almost furious. He didn't want him to go, so he wanted to quarrel for nothing. He reached out to grab Wen Shichuan's clothes, and Wen Shichuan grabbed one of his arms Wrist, Fu Xingyun's other hand was not idle either, but when he moved, Wen Shichuan restrained him again.

Wen Shichuan had big hands, and strangled Fu Xingyun's two slender wrists together. No matter how hard he tried, Fu Xingyun couldn't break free.His eyes were red with anger, and he was about to bite.Wen Shichuan knew that his teeth were good, and there were old scars from his bite on the tiger's mouth, so he grabbed his wrists with one hand, and pressed him against the door panel with a "bang".

Fu Xingyun was shocked by the bump, his back and butt hurt. He was most afraid of pain. He thought that this pain-phobia would have been cured over the years, but now he found that he still couldn't bear it a little bit. pain.

He was so angry that his eyes were red, and he just stared up at Wen Shichuan, his nose was also red, he struggled suddenly, Wen Shichuan tightened his hands, Fu Xingyun's tears came out all at once, and they didn't fall , rolled in the eye sockets, the eyelashes were wet, he said: "What are you doing, it hurts!"

The two were very close, Wen Shichuan looked into his eyes, and felt that his eyes hadn't changed at all, they were still as wet as flower petals covered with morning dew.

"Knock, knock, knock—" Someone knocked on the door, probably heard something, "What's wrong? Director Wen? Teacher Fu? Are you still inside?"

Fu Xingyun choked for breath, Wen Shichuan spoke before him: "It's still there, it's fine."

The people outside walked away when they heard that there was nothing wrong, leaving only the two of them behind the door in awkward postures.Fu Xingyun leaned against the door, raised his hands, and Wen Shichuan held his wrists against the door. Seen from the back, Wen Shichuan almost covered him.The two of them were very close to each other, smelling each other's breath, Wen Shichuan's hand loosened, Fu Xingyun turned his wrist, his skin was white, and the red circle on his wrist was very conspicuous.

He pushed Wen Shouchuan away, put down his sleeves to cover them, and put on sunglasses to cover the red circles under his eyes. After finishing everything, he found Wen Shouchuan still standing there.

"Do you still want to quarrel?" Fu Xingyun asked.

Wen Shichuan didn't speak, just raised his hand and wiped away a tear on his cheek with his thumb.

The author says:

Our little Fu teacher is soft-spoken (.

*The first time I heard the phrase "public aesthetics are stinky shit" was in Meng Jinghui's play "Amber", which was satirical and entertaining to death. If you love the aesthetics of the masses, go to the aesthetics of the masses, and if you love the minorities of literature and art, go to the minorities of literature and art. If you like it, it is not up to us to decide whether to entertain or not to die, and to be happy.