I’m a Director, I’m Not Bad

Chapter 1079 1074 No fault

Chapter 1079 1074. No fault

Inside the office.

"Yo? Did you change the cup?"

After hearing Xu Xin's words, Zhang Yimou lowered his head and glanced at the purple sand cup in his hand, and asked in confusion:

"Didn't you give it to me?"

"Eh?"

Xu Xin was stunned:

"Did I send it?...When did I send it?"

"It's my birthday."

"Your birthday?"

"..."

Zhang Yimou's mouth twitched.

Looking straight at the bitch in front of me...

"When is my birthday on the Gregorian calendar?"

"Well……"

Looking at Xu Xin who started to stutter, he was stunned for a moment, seemed to understand something, and shook his head helplessly:

"You, the greatest luck in this life is to marry Mimi, your wife."

"..."

Xu Xin felt a little embarrassed for a while.

but……

He also felt that what the old man said was right.

In fact, if you think about it from another angle, he is really used to being the boss of the boss.

After so many years, my impression is that...he never went to anyone's weddings and weddings, and secondly, he never took the initiative to have any human relations with others.

Nothing.

every day.

Note, every day.

Whatever he wants to do, he does it.

Go to the United States when you say, leave when you say, play when you say... do whatever you say.

Even when there is no work to do, it is normal for him to go home and have no one look for him for ten days and a half.

As an "individual", he seems to have been separated from this society.

But...he never missed a single human thing.

If you don't mention anything else, let's just say that my sister got married two days ago.

It was the "Lili" that my father talked about when I returned home during the Qingming Festival.

If it weren't for looking at Moments, Xu Xin might not even know about her marriage. But the question is...will people not call him?

That's impossible.

The only explanation is... Lili didn't look for herself, but directly looked for Yang Mi.

Although I don’t know how my wife handled it, she must have handled it satisfactorily.

Take a peek and see the whole leopard.

From this aspect, you can see... how carefree he lived.

Things at home are no matter how big or small they are.

He doesn't have to worry about it at all.

There was a pair of hands behind him, taking the initiative to take over everything and arrange everything.

Xu Lili is like that.

The same is true for the old man.

For a moment, he felt a little emotional...

"I also feel that the luckiest thing for me is marrying her. Hehe."

Zhang Yimou glanced at him and took a sip from the purple clay cup.

Then take a seat.

"Would you like to eat here for lunch?"

"You won't go back at noon?"

"No, some of the movie's soundtrack... I think there are still some flaws in some places, and I want to see if it needs to be changed."

"Aunt Ting, will you bring food?"

"Well, should I ask her to do more?"

"Okay. I just happened to watch this movie too... Do you think Shishi has made a lot of progress?"

"very nice."

Although Zhang Yimou closed the door to prevent Zhang Mo from coming in to hear about the Winter Olympics, the two of them were actually chatting very trivially at this moment.

It’s been a long time since I saw you, and there’s always a lot to talk about.

"She hasn't reached her golden age yet. To put it bluntly, she has experienced less. She doesn't have so many stories in her eyes... In the end, the things she can control are still a little thin. If you want her to grow up quickly, then give her more Her different roles, no matter how big or small, she has to be careful. Her path is different from Mimi... In the end, she can only make up for her shortcomings with a little bit of hard work."

This is the conclusion Zhang Yimou, the director, made for Liu Zhishi.

However, after finishing speaking, he added:

"However, she has a very down-to-earth temperament, neither fighting nor fighting... Let her study more, slowly hide her talents and bide her time, and bring up that layer of temperament in herself. I estimate... it will take another five years. Five years. , enough to cultivate that unparalleled talent.”

Xu Xin agreed with this.

In his heart, including Yang Mi, in fact, among all the people he knew...when it came to temperament, they were half as good as Shishi.

These girls...walking is really windy.

"But this kind of temperament is easy to be trapped by the character."

Hearing Xu Xin's words, Zhang Yimou nodded slightly:

"That's better than nothing. What's more, if you get caught, it means you haven't reached the end of your cultivation yet. You have to continue training."

"Um……"

"It's actually not bad."

"What?"

"The girls around you are all pretty good."

"Hehe, Yang Mi has trained you well."

"..."

Zhang Yimou rolled his eyes speechlessly.

It is said that people know their own value.

You are so expensive.

"What about you? What are your next steps? Hollywood didn't keep you?"

"Stayed."

The two still haven't talked about the Olympics.

Obviously, from the perspective of personal priorities, for Zhang Yimou, the personal affairs of his disciple are more important.

Xu Xin lit a cigarette and poured some water into the ashtray that he and Tian Heping had just smoked.

While saying:

"After the Oscars, the popularity is at its highest in the past few days, and it is definitely the most appropriate time to use it to convert the heat. But I don't think it is necessary... I didn't shoot "Perfect" with the intention of winning the award from the beginning. What about this Oscar? What's going on... Others don't understand, but you should understand. In fact, all the shortlisted films are good. The rest depends on the academy's preference and public relations efforts. I like this honor, but at least I still remember it. The original intention when making this film..."

Hearing his words, Zhang Yimou felt relieved.

"Well, that's the best thing to think about. They are... very crazy."

"?"

Seeing Xu Xin raise his head, Zhang Yimou took out his mobile phone from his pocket and fiddled with it. Then, a voice with a Bayan accent sounded:

"Yimou, you have to tell him not to get crazy. No matter what conditions the other party promises, how much investment, or what Cass lineup... those are not OK. In the end, it is the script, the story, and His own style. These must be completely suitable. Let him not think that he can control the whole world immediately. That is an illusion.

Don't worry about the conditions offered by those people. Didn't you say that he is not short of money? Then don't be coerced by them. The consequence of being coerced is that when you make a promise, people will swarm you.

Oh yes, and stay away from those flesh and bones. Regardless of man or woman...you have to tell him that you must keep a calm heart. And... stay away from bad people. Including some dinner parties, or suddenly receiving invitations to some banquets that I have never heard of. Even if someone he knows takes him, don't go.

Take care of yourself and keep yourself clean. This must be done..."

Xu Xin had actually guessed who this "nagging" voice was.

Li Eucalyptus.

And Director Li... said a lot in this voice.

There was no guidance given, but there was a sense of worry everywhere.

Worry about not being calm.

He sent three or four messages in a row.

After Xu Xin listened to each one, Zhang Yimou turned off his phone and asked:

"You didn't go to any shady places over there, right?"

"For example?"

Xu Xin asked in confusion.

Zhang Yimou shook his head:

“A very dirty place.”

"That's not the case."

Although I don’t know how dirty he meant by “dirty”.

But Xu Xin chuckled with a very clear look:

"Yang Mi has a mysophobia, and there are no dirty things in the house."

"That's fine. Just keep a low profile over there, and don't say that you live in seclusion... After all, the national conditions there are different from ours. But these things of benevolence, justice, propriety, wisdom, and trust are the foundation for us to be human beings and to settle down and live our lives. The higher you go, the higher you go. The higher it is, the less likely it is to be forgotten.”

"I know this...I don't need to forget it. I basically stay at home every day, and I have two things to do. After finishing my work, the most I can do is have friends come over, have a drink together, and talk about movies. Although the dinner before the Oscars I’ve participated in quite a few, but people won’t take me to those kind of public relations dinners. And now that I’ve won the award, even if they want to invite me into a certain circle... I’m back.”

"..."

Zhang Yimou frowned and looked Xu Xin up and down.

Look carefully.

After reading it, his brows slowly relaxed.

My heart instantly felt much more at ease.

He is the director.

Whether an actor's acting skills are good or not, whether it is abrupt or not, whether you can tell... is a kind of instinct.

Although this skill is not like a human polygraph, which can tell who is lying and who is guilty... but with decades of experience, he has learned how to read people.

Xiao Xu didn't lie.

That'll do.

Actually... think about it.

This kid doesn't lack anything.

What is a temptation to many people is something that has long been out of sight for him.

He was not afraid that the child would see it.

Don't be afraid that he enjoys it every day without knowing it.

Don't be afraid. He always stays in a mountain of gold and silver, unaware of the cold outside.

What he was afraid of was that the child had become curious about something.

This is what worries him most.

But looking at his clean smile, he felt at ease again.

Xiao Xu...is not an unreliable child.

There are not even many people more reliable than him.

Thinking of this, the feeling of security gained another layer.

but……

"Two movies? What movie are you planning to make again?"

"Have you read Xu Haofeng's novel "Master"?"

"No. But I know him, "Trace of the Japanese Pirates"."

"Yes, have you seen it?"

"I saw it. The handling is very average. Emphasis on the meaning but not the form. The theory is good, but the practice is poor. There is a lot of thought, but the spirit and form are inconsistent. The film looks like a documentary rather than a movie."

"Hehehe... Great minds always coincide. I feel the same way."

"..."

Zhang Yimou couldn't help but rolled his eyes.

Then I was happy.

He asked with a smile:

"Haha, what? Is this novel good?"

"You can take a look when you have time. It's pretty good and to my liking. The script has been released. Originally, this movie was going to be put on the back burner... I plan to launch a big commercial movie this year. It's called "Monster Hunt". It is a fantasy film with big special effects scenes...but the heroine was chosen to be Wei Wei, and she is pregnant, so we can only postpone it..."

"Did you bring the script? Let me take a look. The one from "Master"."

"good."

Xu Xin operated the phone and sent the email to him.

Soon, the printer started beeping.

Zhang Yimou did not directly pick it up to look at it. Instead, he continued to drink water from the purple clay cup and asked in the "buzzing" voice:

"When do you plan to start?"

"Come back to Cannes."

"Aren't you busy with the Silk Road Film Festival?"

"I'm the vice-president, not a judge. Aren't they already doing the preliminary preparations? I don't have to do everything myself."

Xu Xin shook his head slightly:

"I've been doing this for several years. If you ask me to do everything for you, how can I do it on my own? But... I just wanted to tell you that during this period, I have been begging my grandpa and grandma to find some excellent foreign movies... …You can also activate your connections. Even a screening will be fine. There will be more movies and it will be more lively.”

"good."

Zhang Yimou basically didn't hesitate and agreed directly.

He also knows the significance of this year’s Silk Road, so he naturally wants to support it.

"Then "Return" is also included?"

"Then you have to send it to trial quickly."

"...Okay. Then I will submit it in the next two days. The film only has some flaws in the soundtrack. I will work on it slowly and give you a version first."

"Um……"

After the two chatted about the movie for a while, the script was typed out.

Zhang Yimou did not read directly, but arranged the pages of the book, bound them with a stapler, and put them aside.

Then he asked:

"Do you have any inspiration for the Winter Olympics promotional video?"

"..."

Xu Xin's mouth twitched.

Full of absurdity:

"It's been less than a morning since I found out about this... I'm fully prepared. What do you want to do? Just ask me for a plan directly?"

"You have a lot of ideas."

Zhang Yimou's tone was very relaxed.

"King of Shenmu Ideas, this nickname is not for nothing."

"..."

Xu Xin was speechless for a moment.

The King of Shenmu Ideas...

This was the nickname he gave himself during the 2008 Olympics.

It's not meant to be showy or sarcastic, it's just a joke.

After all, he does have a lot of ideas.

At that time, it was just chatting and laughing, but the old man actually still remembered it.

He almost forgot about it.

but……

"Do you still want to direct? Chief Director."

Zhang Yimou knew what he was asking.

Obviously, he is not an ordinary "promotional film director" who deserves to ask this question.

But this time... he didn't know how to answer.

The atmosphere was quiet for a moment.

Then he said:

"Xiao Xu, I'm already 64."

"..."

"This bid is for the 2022 Winter Olympics. Have you ever thought about how old I will be by then?"

"56."

"..."

Zhang Yimou's hands trembled, and he almost didn't spill the half cup of tea.

Looking straight at this piece of shit who is the father of two children in front of him...

"Who did you learn arithmetic from?"

"Reverse growth."

Xu Xin was happy and laughed:

"This year I am 64. If I count eight years forward, I will be 56."

Zhang Yimou immediately rolled his eyes.

"You don't have a straight face. This is a big deal."

"..."

This time, Xu Xin remained silent.

Just a joke.

But... the facts are still solid evidence.

22 years...8 years later.

The old man... is 72.

And as someone who came here in 2008...

"hey-hey."

Xu Xin unconsciously lit a cigarette for himself.

Zhang Yimou looked at the smile on his disciple's face in the smoke...

It is a texture called "vicissitudes of life".

How strange.

A young man who is not yet 30 years old, his face is full of vicissitudes at this moment.

"I remember that after the Olympics, when people met me, they liked to ask me a question. Ask me: How was the preparation process for the Olympic opening ceremony? What was the biggest feeling..."

"..."

Zhang Yimou remained silent.

Just listen to Xu Xin talking to himself:

"My answer at the time was: Glory. This is the supreme honor... Of course, I am definitely not lying. But in fact, in my heart, it is naturally obligatory to fight for the honor of the country... But you have to ask, besides glory Apart from that, what’s your biggest feeling? Actually, it’s just one word… Tired.”

Having said this, he nodded to himself.

It seems that he has added a supporting footnote to his words.

"I'm really tired!"

Starting in 2006, 800 days and nights...

To describe it as "never sleepless" is really not an exaggeration at all.

None of them can remember how many meetings they attended.

Big meetings, small meetings.

Brainstorming.

Argue with reason...

No one remembers how many cigarettes they smoked, how much water they drank, or even how much they said in the office.

But……

"In the Qinglan Building, I remember the day we sealed the Olympic data. Our data was piled up in four rooms, right?"

Following Xu Xin's words, Zhang Yimou also showed a look of reminiscence in his eyes.

"Ah, that's right."

The old man nodded slightly:

"There are four big houses. There is not even a place to stay...Xiao Wei even joked that just selling scraps in these four houses would cost at least several thousand yuan."

"This does not include those props and so on. The 2008 Mianfu, how many carts have been pulled just by transporting these..."

"There are so many props. The most pity is actually the shadow puppets..."

"Yes, we have practiced for so long, but in the end we did not show up at the opening ceremony. We only gave a few shots during the midfield transition... Thinking about it now, I feel sorry for everyone."

"well……"

Zhang Yimou sighed.

The sigh is full of sadness and reminiscence.

"How are you sleeping now?"

Suddenly, Xu Xin asked this question.

"Pretty good."

Zhang Yimou nodded:

"Basically, I can guarantee 7 hours of sleep every day. I can always sleep for a while after eating every day."

"But back then, you never took a lunch break."

"Can it be the same? How old am I now?"

The old man who was known as the national teacher was dumbfounded:

"The most common thing we did at that time was to hold meetings until one or two in the morning, and then continue to stay up until seven or eight in the morning."

"You didn't have stomach problems at that time."

"It was probably there at that time, but it wasn't serious and we didn't check it out."

"Tsk..."

In fact, the two of them have been chatting to no end.

Just remembering the past.

But... there is still no answer to that question.

This old man who is 64 years old this year, will he still have the energy after 8 years?

Can his body still bear it?

Does he still have that imaginative and unconstrained inspiration in his mind that can be poured out?

Or...

Can his body still support him to continue to show off the beauty that amazes the world?

Xu Xin didn't dare to ask.

Zhang Yimou himself didn’t know.

but……

"Do you want to try it?"

Suddenly, Zhang Yimou suddenly asked this question.

Xu Xin was stunned.

After understanding what the old man meant, he subconsciously raised his head...

Then he understood the "meaning."

But……

After understanding, he shook his head without hesitation:

"don't want."

"……don't want?"

Zhang Yimou was stunned:

"Why?"

"Because I'm not you."

Xu Xin smiled and shook his head:

"I think... if you don't worry about other people, for example, if someone comes to the Olympics to read a poem... To be honest, I'm afraid too."

"..."

"I'm really scared. I'm afraid of being embarrassed..."

He looked at the old man sitting on the office chair seriously:

"I panic when I think of a grand event for all mankind being placed in the hands of such a person."

"The style is different..."

"It has nothing to do with style. If it's unreliable, it's just unreliable."

Xu Xin shook his head:

"So, from my point of view, this matter still depends on you. On the one hand... the two-time Olympic Games general director will be written into history!"

"..."

Zhang Yimou's mouth twitched.

Said speechlessly:

"At this time, who cares about this kind of personal honor? Naturally, the most capable will come first."

"Then the question is...where is this capable person? I can't do it anyway."

Xu Xin continued to shake his head:

"Anyway, what I think is very simple. On the one hand, this can go into history. On the other hand... let's be realistic. If you talk nonsense, you can't do things well. For such a big thing, even if I nod, do you think others will agree to take care of it? give it to me?"

"I'll support you."

"Then why don't I support you?"

Xu Xin shook his head again:

"Actually, I was thinking about this just now... I think you still have to come. As long as you want to, and you feel that there is no problem with your body... or your will, then you can come. I'll just come here to help you. Even the work doesn’t need to change, it’s just like back then, you just take care of the design and leave all the rest to me, it couldn’t be easier.”

"..."

Zhang Yimou thought for a while and said:

"I think you have the ability to take charge of the overall situation."

"I also feel that having an old man in the family is like having a treasure. Don't try to interfere with me... As long as you want to do this, then take me with you. If you don't want to... I guess you can't run away."

Suddenly, Xu Xin was happy.

The smile was a little narrow:

"So many people couldn't catch up with you back then, but now...they still can't catch up if they should. I don't believe that Lao Tian went all the way just because he was the director of a promotional video. In his heart, You should already have an idea, maybe with the above meaning... Let me tell you something familiar, even as an outsider, if I know that our bid is successful, and you will be the chief director... I will definitely feel that you are reliable after all. It’s the most successful one. Don’t worry about the pressure on your side...at least, everyone can accept this, and everyone feels that this stability is better than a lot."

"..."

Zhang Yimou was speechless.

Because he knew Xu Xin was telling the truth.

In fact, at first glance, what the two talked about seemed a bit unfair.

Or... unreliable.

Aren't some things supposed to be superior to those who can?

But the problem is...

What does "can" mean?

How “able” is it?

Who knows?

No one has.

Will things by young people be accepted?

What if the entire project spirals out of control?

To put it bluntly, some things have an iron-clad bottom line from the moment they are born.

That is "no fault".

First of all, do not seek merit, but seek no mistakes.

With this bottom line, you can go further on the basis of no mistakes.

How well you can do is not... that important.

What is important is that you cannot make mistakes.

Before the battle, think about retreating.

It sounds a bit wrong at first.

But it is the safest way.

Only after thinking about the "retreat" completely can you consider more.

This is the family background.

This is the confidence.

This is the wife's nature...

Whether it is Zhang Yimou or Xu Xin, they don't think there is anything wrong with this seemingly conservative idea.

He understands.

Xu Xin understands.

And in this "understanding", Zhang Yimou's "you come" is more like a joke.

From the beginning, it was impossible.

Of course, this impossibility is not impossible forever.

Perhaps, 22 years later, the next term, the next term... Then, if Xu Xin really wants to go, it will become a matter of course.

As for the reason...

It's very simple.

This reason is called: inheritance.

…

"What did you two talk about, my dad? You talked for the whole morning?"

"Keep it a secret."

This was the answer Xu Xin left for Zhang Mo before he left.

Zhang Mo was speechless after hearing this.

I wondered if this was my dad or your dad?

But Xu Xin could only say this.

Of course, he could share this with others, but definitely not with Zhang Mo.

The old man probably wouldn't tell her.

After all, her name was Zhang Mo, not Zhang Mi.

She wasn't that "reliable" in doing things.

After waving goodbye to the other party, Xu Xin took the USB drive of "The Return" and went straight home.

"You're back."

Yang Mi, who seemed to have not gone out this year, greeted him lazily after seeing him come back.

"Well, where are our parents?"

"Our dad went to check the black pit. Our mom went to apply for a visa... She joined a... square dance group, a group of old men and women are going to do some big project. Global square dance trip..."

"..."

Xu Xin's mouth twitched.

"Global Square Dance? What does that mean? Are you going abroad to dance square dance?"

"Yes."

Yang Mi looked indifferent:

"She dances so hard every day."

"..."

Xu Xin finally understood who his wife inherited this social attribute from.

But he didn't ask much.

The old couple's retirement life is pretty hard now.

With two ancestors in the family, in Yang Dalin's words, it's really "difficult to die well"...

Let's have fun in the midst of hardship and take it as it is.