Back to 80: My Literary Life

Song Tangtang came to Shanghai first. In the afternoon, Fang Minghua borrowed a car from Zhao Hongjun to pick her up at the airport.

When he saw Song Tangtang, who was wearing sunglasses, down jacket, tight pants and high-waisted boots, dragging an oversized suitcase out at the departure gate, Fang Minghua hurried to greet her.

"Hey, according to the arrangement of the competition, didn't you go to Qiandao Lake with them?" Song Tangtang took off his sunglasses and looked at her husband in surprise.

"How can I run around when my wife is here?" Fang Minghua smiled and took the trolley case.

Song Tangtang rolled his eyes, but felt very happy.

As their careers get bigger and bigger, the two of them often get together and spend time together, each busy with their own things. They are very happy to be together.

The two went to the parking lot and got in the car. Fang Minghua started the car and drove towards the city center. The two chatted casually.

"Zhang Yimou will fly to Shanghai tomorrow." Song Tangtang said.

"He came directly to Shanghai this time to talk to me. Does he not want to make the third Harry Potter movie again?" Fang Minghua asked while driving.

"You guessed it?"

"What's so hard to guess? Who is Zhang Yimou? Will he always be an assistant to a foreign director?"

Although he and Spielberg are nominally the directors of the Harry Potter series, in fact they are mainly American directors, and Zhang Yimou is at best an assistant. For him, the most important thing is to study.

"That's true. He told me on the phone that he doesn't want to go to the United States anymore when he comes back this time and wants to talk to you about some of his ideas." Song Tangtang said.

"OK."

The two of them arrived at the Jinjiang Hotel and naturally spent the night together.

Zhang Yimou arrived at Hongqiao International Airport by plane the next day. Fang Minghua and his wife did not go to pick him up. The deputy director of the office of Shengshi Group went to the airport to pick him up. At Jinjiang Hotel, they met Zhang Yimou, who had rushed back after a long journey.

"Yimou, take a shower. Director Zhao said he would give you a meal tonight. What would you like to eat? Chinese food or Western food?" Fang Minghua asked with a smile.

"Noodles splashed with oil! Or Roujiamo with cold skin! It's all fine!" Zhang Yimou said without hesitation.

Fang Minghua laughed loudly after hearing this: "It seems that I've stifled you. The stuff you mentioned is everywhere in Xijing, but it's hard to find in Shencheng. I'll call Director Zhao to find a way."

Zhao Hongjun also laughed after listening to Fang Minghao's narration.

"I was planning to set up a table for him at the hotel. Authentic Shencheng local dishes. I didn't expect him to want to eat these. Don't tell me. I actually know a shop that sells fried noodles. The taste is pretty good. I'll bring him You go."

Forty minutes later, Zhao Hongjun drove his Mercedes-Benz to Jinjiang Hotel. The three of them got in the car and followed him around the streets.

Finally, we stopped at the entrance of an alley, opposite a small restaurant: "Old Shaanxi Noodle House."

The four of them went in and each ordered a bowl of oil-splashed noodles. When the fragrant noodles were served, Fang Minghua mixed them and tasted them.

Not very authentic.

The noodles are not strong enough, it doesn’t look like high-gluten flour, and the vinegar is not authentic.

Forget it, just make do with it.

Looking at Zhang Yimou sitting across from him, he was eating a mouthful of noodles and a mouthful of garlic. He was eating so deliciously that he originally wanted to chat while eating, but seeing him like this, everyone kept silent.

After finishing a large bowl, Zhang Yimou let out a long sigh: "It's been a long time since I've had such fragrant noodles. What's the so-called spaghetti made of? It's so unpalatable!"

"How about giving you another bowl?" Song Tangtang asked with concern.

"That's enough, that's enough."

Zhang Yimou replied a few words, turned around and shouted to the boss in authentic Guanzhong dialect: "Boss, let's have a bowl of noodle soup."

"Hey, Director Zhang, look at you like this. You are in a hurry to come back but don't want to go. Could it be because you can't get fried noodles in the United States?" Zhao Hongjun joked.

"Director Zhao, don't tell me that it's really that little bit. After staying in the United States for the past two years, I really can't get used to their food. I really admire how Brother Wu was able to persist in the United States for five years." Zhang Yimou said with a smile.

"Brother Wu got to eat the dumplings made by his daughter." Fang Minghua replied with a smile.

Of course everyone is kidding.

The problem was that Wu Tianmin wanted to come back but couldn't.

"Minghua, after the second part was completed, I decided that I didn't want to make the third part. I told Brother Wu and President Song about this."

"What, you've learned enough? Do you want to go it alone?" Fang Minghua asked.

"Yes, I want to shoot it myself."

"What do you want to take pictures of?" Song Tangtang wiped his mouth and asked elegantly.

"Take the path of a commercial blockbuster, but it must be combined with our country's culture. What do you think of making a martial arts movie?"

"This is a good idea!" Zhao Hongjun immediately agreed: "I heard that foreigners also like our kung fu movies very much. Bruce Lee, Jackie Chan, and Jet Li all relied on kung fu to dominate Hollywood."

There is a difference between kung fu movies and martial arts movies

But no one bothered to correct him.

Song Tangtang also quite agreed, but Fang Minghua was a little surprised.

Are you going to film "Heroes" now?

Then you won't be filming "My Father and Mother"?

And "Happy Days"?

But history has changed, and that's okay with him.

"Minghua, what's your opinion?" Zhang Yimou looked at him.

"Okay." Fang Minghua answered simply.

We can’t let Zhang Yimou film “The Wandering Earth” now, right?

Digital technology falls short.

"As for the script, I will consider the direction first - Minghua, and I will ask for your help when the time comes." Zhang Yimou said again.

"Okay, but don't worry. The Chinese New Year is just over a month away. Come back and rest for a while." Fang Minghua said.

"I've been itching to do it in the United States for a long time. I feel uncomfortable watching Spielberg pointing fingers all day long." Zhang Yimou said with a smile.

After everyone finished their meal, they returned to the hotel. Zhang Yimou flew back to Xijing the next day. He wanted to visit his parents and daughter.

Song Tangtang will go to the United States a few days later. Since she came to Shanghai, she has to ask about some things of the group, especially financial ones.

At night, the couple slept on the big bed and chatted.

"Minghua, I'm thinking about one thing now. If Zhang Yimou comes back, who will be the Chinese director of the third Harry Potter movie?" Song Tangtang asked.

Fang Minghua thought about the directors she was familiar with.

The sixth generation of directors like Jia Zhangke are of course not good. Young people still need to be tempered. More importantly, the sixth generation of directors are good at realistic themes and stories of small people around them. They can't handle such magical movies at all.

Just look at the later films "Nine-story Demon Tower" and "749 Bureau" shot by Lu Chuan.

Feng Xiaogang?

Forget it, just shoot Feng-style comedies, don't bother him with anything else.

Jiang Wen?

Jiang Wen seems to have the ability, but is he willing to shoot such a commercial blockbuster?

It doesn't matter, I'll ask him when I have time.