I’m a Director, I’m Not Bad

Chapter 193 191. Rumors (Thanks to Yanxin Miao Mori Kei for being the leader!)

In November, it is already very cold in the Northeast.

Yang Mi got up early in the morning and after a big yawn, she opened the hotel curtains and took a look outside.

Good guy, it’s freezing and snowy.

The flying snowflakes made her sing a poem for no reason.

And now that she thought about it, she couldn't help but feel comfortable:

"Ah~"

The curtains are all open.

Anyway, there were no lights on in the house, so I couldn't see myself outside.

The naked girl opened her hands, embraced the ice and snow outside, and said:

"The snowflakes in Yanshan Mountain are as big as a mat~"

Then……

Stuck.

What's the next sentence?

Whose poem is this?

Why can't I remember?

She was stunned when she just thought of this sentence. Suddenly, a look of approval appeared on her face:

"It feels a little cold when it falls on your butt! Hmm!"

Good poem.

Then she turned and left.

No, it's still a little cold by the window.

Mimi feels a little bit cold.

…

After washing her face and brushing her teeth, Yang Mi got dressed.

A very thin sports down jacket with a pair of fleece yoga pants underneath.

Plus a pair of sneakers specifically for running.

After getting dressed, she took her IPOD and walked out of the room.

As soon as she went out, she saw Sun Ting in a sweater walking this way. After seeing Yang Mi, Sun Ting hurried over:

"Sister. The director said that we might not be able to start work this morning. We'll have to watch the snow in the afternoon, and then we'll have another look."

"Oh, okay, we're sure we won't start work in the morning, right?"

"right."

"Okay, I got it, I'm going for a run."

Putting on her wool hat, Yang Mi nodded and walked into the elevator.

Sun Ting did not follow...

She couldn't keep up either.

At the beginning, when my sister said to her, "Tingting, you need to exercise and get in good shape. Men like to have a good figure." Sun Ting still looked determined, did enough ideological work for herself, and even bought a special A pair of jogging shoes, planning to exercise with my sister.

As a result, after a day of staying there, I started coughing when I returned to the hotel because I was not used to the cold air in the Northeast.

I've had a cough for more than half a month...

After that, she never mentioned fitness again.

Running with this monster-level pacer destroys not the body but life.

So... in winter, wear thick clothes and hide the flesh on your belly if you can, but if you can't... let's talk about it.

Want me to work out with you?

There are no doors.

Yang Mi didn't force her, and left the hotel alone. She was shivering from the cold.

There is no way, even if the yoga pants under my feet are fleece, they can't stop the severe cold in the Northeast.

But that’s okay.

Under the surreptitious gaze of the doorman, the girl began to warm up on the reception desk of the Wanda Hotel against the cold wind.

After moving all the joints, he adjusted the velvet hat on his head and the gloves on his hands, and ran into the wind and snow.

…

To be honest, Dalian is a great city.

Tiger Beach is very fun, the sea is great, the barbecue is delicious, and there are even many handsome men and beautiful women.

And while it looks very modern at first glance, it still retains many old buildings that once represented the glory of the three northeastern provinces in the streets and alleys.

And because she came here in September, catching up with the tail end of autumn, she had also seen what Dalian looked like before winter.

great.

Dalian Wanda International Hotel, where the crew stayed, is right on Xinkai Road, with convenient transportation and plenty of food.

It's a pity... there is nothing particularly good about running, it can only be like walking along the street.

But there is also an advantage to walking through the streets, that is, you can eat a lot of authentic Dalian tastes that only local residents can eat.

For example, the soy milk here is a hundred times better than that in Yanjing.

As a major soybean producing area, Heijiliao's soybean milk...is fantastic.

There are also fried dough sticks called "big fruit" by the locals, which she thinks are more delicious than those fried in Guan Nei.

I have to admit that the flavor of things grown on black soil is much richer than that of yellow soil in Guan Nei that has not been able to rest for thousands of years.

Although the Wanda Hotel is in the city center, the residential building also has the unique morning market culture of Northeast China.

After she accidentally discovered that small market a month ago, she basically had her breakfast there.

After running along a familiar route, running through twelve traffic lights, and then looping back to the Wanda Hotel, she turned at the next traffic light.

After crossing the road, he began to gradually slow down. When his breathing finally calmed down, he arrived at a street of residential buildings.

It was just before 8 o'clock, and there were not many people at the morning market.

We walked to a store with a plastic sheet covering its front.

It is said to be a store, but in fact it is a breakfast shop decorated with the windows on the first floor of the community changed into doors.

After entering the door, she pulled off the scarf that had turned into white frost around her mouth and nose, and shouted:

"Sister, a bowl of tofu puffs, a bowl of soy milk, a steamed bun, a fried dough stick...and a piece of pie! Oh yes, I want two tea eggs."

Hearing this, the proprietress who was busy in the kitchen responded:

"Okay, I'll bring the tea myself and it's ready for you."

Yang Mi sat down and turned around to see that the photo of herself and the proprietress of the shop two days ago had been hung on the wall.

There is another line below:

"Big star Yang Mi comes to our store."

Seeing this sentence, Yang Mi couldn't help laughing.

Then, he used the disposable cup and went to the bar to pick up an old-fashioned teapot and put it in front of him.

The clear tea mixed with the fragrance of jasmine hits your nostrils.

After taking a sip of tea, the blush on her nose caused by the low temperature began to dissipate.

call.

Relaxed.

Then breakfast was served. The portions of food in the Northeast were large, and she ate a lot... Normal men couldn't match this amount of food.

Palm-sized buns, large and wide triangular meat pies, and dough sticks over a foot long...

No matter how you look at it, this shouldn't fit into her 1-foot-7 waist.

However, she refuses no one who comes.

I had a great time eating the kelp shreds mixed in the store.

First drink the tofu brain and eat the steamed buns. Eat half a bowl of tofu brain, and eat the remaining half after the steamed buns are finished.

After finishing the pie, eat the tea eggs, and then throw the fried dough sticks into the soy milk bowl.

Eat the fried dough sticks first, and finally add a little sugar to the remaining soy milk, and slip in the sweetened soy milk.

Finally, drink up the cup of tea.

With the fragrance of jasmine in my mouth, the meal is finally over.

She took out seven dollars from her pocket and put it on the table. She shouted:

"Sister, I'm leaving. The money is on the table."

"Hey, why are you so anxious? It's snowing outside. Let's go after it warms up for a while."

"No, I'm going back."

Yang Mi waved her hand, arranged her hat and scarf, and walked out against the cold wind.

Just as he left, an old man next to him put down his bowl of porridge, looked at the lady boss who came to collect the money, and asked in confusion:

"Who is this? Is it that... that... who isn't that?"

The landlady smiled and pointed at the photo on the wall:

"Yang Mi, she's very popular, and she's a big star. One movie sold hundreds of millions!"

As she spoke, there was a hint of envy in her eyes.

"Oh~ Instead of eating in a big hotel, the big star comes to eat at your house?"

Hearing what the old man said, the landlady was speechless:

"How is our family doing? Who on this (street) has as good a meal as ours?"

But after all, she was a nearby neighbor and it was hard for her to say harsh words. She could only mutter in her heart that the old bastard couldn't say a word, and then went back to the kitchen to continue working.

The girl who walked out of the door strolled back.

She didn't know that there was such a conversation in the breakfast shop after she left.

After eating, her stomach felt warm, and with the previous exercise, she was not cold at all.

And it was only after eight o'clock now.

Walking through the morning market area, she was about to go back to the hotel at the intersection when she suddenly saw posters being put up in the bookstore across the road from the hotel.

While waiting for the traffic light on the sidewalk to change, she stared at it for a few times.

The poster should be a book cover, occupying the entire glass.

The main body is a burning match, with two words written on it: "Sound of Wind".

After seeing the title of the book, Yang Mi squinted her eyes and continued reading.

"Mao Dun Literature Award Writer - Works of Mai Jia"

"The full text of the special issue of "People's Literature" magazine is published"

Mai Jia: "It seems that I wrote about a group of heartless people, but this is precisely my most affectionate work."

After the bottom three paragraphs of the poster, there is the bottom sentence:

“On sale now!”

Yang Mi became interested.

The Mao Dun Literature Award... not just anyone can win it.

Maybe it's because she's been with her boyfriend for a long time. Although she doesn't want to put it down, she also knows how important it is for an actor to accumulate works.

So she also reads.

Of course, not novels, but some physical books.

Novels are for entertainment and relaxation. Most of the physical books are literary miscellanies, and the two focuses are different.

And coincidentally, I have finished reading the book I brought this time...

In addition, the snow is a bit heavy today, and Yang Mi feels that she may not be able to start work in the afternoon, so today may be quite boring.

Simply, she rushed to the traffic light on the sidewalk and walked directly towards the bookstore.

When I came out again, I already had an extra book in my hand.

Haven't opened it yet.

Mainly a bit cold.

But I was browsing in a bookstore just now, and it was probably about an underground party in the Republic of China.

Putting the book in her arms, she walked all the way back to the hotel and went upstairs.

After the room was warm enough, I turned on the bedside lamp, leaned on the bed and opened the book.

As for the script, the filming of this drama has come to an end and will be over in a few days.

It's already been cooked for a long time.

Just think of it as a rest this morning.

Watch for a while, and when digestion is almost complete, go to the gym to practice boxing.

"The story takes place at the turn of the spring and summer of 1941: the Japanese-Puppet period. The location is Hangzhou, a famous city in the south of the Yangtze River in China: by the West Lake."...

April 1, the period of the Anti-Japanese War...

She thought and watched.

But I didn't expect... After seeing it, I couldn't let it go.

"Dong dong dong."

When the door sounded and Yang Mi came back to her senses, she discovered...

The time has come to past 11 o'clock.

She had been reading this book all morning, not to mention practicing boxing, and she didn't even notice the passage of time.

and……

It's not over yet.

Although her progress was interrupted by Sun Ting's arrival, after opening the door and walking into the bathroom, she uncharacteristically walked in holding the book.

Sun Ting came to her room to help pack things, and by the way, she brought over the clothes washed in the hotel.

As a result, after all the work was done, I heard the sound of the toilet flushing.

Then……

"Tingting..."

The bathroom door opened, and Yang Mi looked in pain:

"Quick, come and give me a hand, my legs are numb..."

…

"Hey, brother! Brother! Let me tell you! I found a good book!"

“Firstly, I don’t watch Danmei, secondly, I don’t watch sweet stories, thirdly, I don’t watch slanderous women, and fourthly, I don’t watch sadomasochism.”

Xu Xin, who was eating in the construction site canteen, replied without thinking.

"..."

The corner of Yang Mi's mouth twitched, but she still said:

"Oh no, it's a work by a writer who won the Mao Dun Literature Award! It's called "The Sound of the Wind"!"

"The sound of rain and reading are in my ears?"

"Why are you so blind and poor?"

Yang Mi was speechless.

You kid, I haven't beaten you for three days, so you can go to the house and uncover the tiles, right?

"Let me tell you seriously, I've been reading it all morning. It's really wonderful! I don't even have the heart to eat, so I'll give you a call quickly! Take a look, I think this book is very good! It's very suitable. Made it into a script!"

"Well……"

At this time, Xu Xin was really surprised and asked in confusion:

"What story?"

"Anti-Japanese spy war... is particularly exciting! I think it is not inferior to "Bright Sword"!"

"Hey, why are you rated so high?"

"That's right! Take a look, hurry up!"

"This... okay, I'll buy it and take a look later."

"no!"

As soon as she heard that he would buy it later, Yang Mi refused without even thinking:

"Really, go buy it now! I won't lie to you! It's really beautiful!"

"...I'm at the stadium, and the bookstore has to travel several streets."

Xu Xin was speechless.

Is this sister having a seizure or something?

"Because it's really good-looking! Wow, it has subverted my understanding of spy wars! Most importantly, this story is true, you know? There are two versions of it. They come from the mouths of two people. And The stories in these two people’s mouths are the same, but they are different things. Do you understand? It’s a true history, but it comes from the mouths of two people.

That is, you talk to me first, and then Tingting talks to me too. This incident is a common experience for both of you, but the great thing is here. What you said is true, and what Tingting said is also true... Wow, it's really amazing! It is divided into two parts, the upper part is called east wind and the lower part is called west wind! I watched a section of Dongfeng, and then I saw a prologue that was like an interlude, so I took a look at it out of curiosity. It turned out to be what happened when the author was writing. Wow! ! Wow, this story is so interesting! "

"Well……"

be honest.

Xu Xin rarely heard her praise a work so highly.

Whether it’s a novel or a physical book.

Sometimes he feels that his girlfriend just reads books without asking for a thorough explanation, but she can still see something suitable for herself from the book.

Pretty awesome.

But I usually talk to her about books or stories.

The most common things about this sister are "Oh, Young Master Lin Chen is too aggressive" or "Oh, XX and XX are kissing!"

Then if you ask who XX and XX are, she will tell you endlessly how these two men went from...each liking a woman to being attracted to the other, and then the heroine let a third party intervene. , the two went from liking each other to falling in love and killing each other for the heroine...

To be honest, Xu Xin admired him very much.

Because he really couldn't figure out what kind of story it was that could write such a tone.

Repeatedly bending a man's orientation and then bending it back...

Why is your mind so big?

But from a... it sounded like a narrative novel, she could find a story exciting based on the story itself, rather than the attributes of a character in the book.

This is the first time since the two have been together.

So, he asked curiously:

"true story?"

"Yes, the father-in-law is right and the mother-in-law is right, but the story is really great! Brother, you must read it, this book has just been released, it is really good!"

"Well……"

Fine.

Who told us, Lao Xu, to have the temperament of a spoiled child?

"What's the name of the novel? Who wrote it?"

"Mai Jia, "The Wind". You must watch it, it's so good!"

"...Okay, after dinner I will go to the bookstore for a walk."

"Uh-huh."

"Then I'll have dinner. When will it be over for you?"

"It's almost a week, at most a week. Today's snow delayed another day."

"Is it cold in the Northeast?"

"It's so cold. The snowflakes in Yanshan Mountain are as big as mats!"

"Wash your face to make it shiny, right?"

"……What?"

"Snowflakes from Yanshan Mountain are as big as mats, washing their faces with them to make them shiny. One of the songs from "Eighteen Beats of Hujia" by Wang Anshi..."

"Dudu."

Xu Xin hung up the phone without waiting for him to finish speaking.

"...?"

Xu Xin was a little puzzled.

Disconnected?

But he didn't care, instead he took the phone and dialed Li Hao's number.

"Hey, Brother Hao, there's something wrong..."

…

In the afternoon, Xu Xin, who was continuing to test the screen's low temperature status in the cold wind, received a call from Li Hao:

"Three golds are not available in our county."

"...Uh, nothing sold?"

"Yes, but I asked the boss to ask for it for me. There is one in Xi'an. Your father heard about this and sent someone to Xi'an to buy it. After checking the plane, I think he will be back at six or seven in the afternoon, okay?"

"...What the hell?"

Xu Xin was stunned:

"What did my dad ask... to do?"

"I went to buy a book. When you called me just now, we were together. As soon as your dad heard that Mimi wanted it, he went with me to ask about it. As soon as he said it was sold in Xi'an, he I arranged for Xiaoqi to go to Xi'an to buy it. There will be a flight from Dongsheng to Xi'an in exactly one and a half hours, and there will be another flight back in the evening. Just wait, and I will definitely get it back in the evening."

"..."

Xu Xin twitched the corners of his mouth and responded helplessly:

"Okay, got it."

After hanging up the phone, Xu Xin couldn't help but shook his head.

To be honest, I'm a little jealous.

Why is the old man's elbow turned out so weirdly?

…

At almost 8 o'clock in the evening, Xu Xin met a young man who could be regarded as Hao Ge Ma Zai, and he brought a box of books home.

"Why buy so many?"

Xu Xin was a little confused, picked up a book and read it.

After discovering that there was indeed the words "Mao Dun Literary Award-winning writer" on it, I knew I had made the right purchase.

The young man named Xiaoqi explained:

"Uncle Rang bought more and said he would take them as gifts."

"Yes, Rangdi."

At this time, Xu Daqiang, who was sitting on the sofa watching TV, also spoke:

"Reading books is the only way to become an educated person. Buy more and put them at home. See who is educated and give a copy to someone... Well, I'll give you a copy and take a look."

"……Fine."

A book was handed to Xu Daqiang, and a book was held in his hand.

"Then I'm going back to my room."

"Oh, go ahead."

Xu Daqiang responded and took a chopstick of salad.

Still losing weight.

…

All the way back to the room, Xu Xin first took a picture of the front of the book for his girlfriend, which was regarded as a "verification code", and then leaned on the bedside to see how good this book was and why it was so recommended by her.

After opening the results, after seeing the date and location of the story, I roughly know the era when the story took place, and then continue reading.

First.

Maybe it's because the story is in the form of a novel.

The writing style is different from other types of literature books, so I can’t tell whether it’s good or bad for the time being.

After Xu Xin read less than two pages of the first chapter "Dongfeng", he felt that this book seemed to be an ordinary recorded story.

I can't tell it's an adaptation of a true story, or anything else.

It’s that very normal flow of a narrative novel.

He was a little confused.

That's it?

It shouldn’t make your girlfriend so excited, right?

But immediately his girlfriend's words came to mind.

This book is divided into east wind and west wind...

After thinking for a while, he flipped back to the catalog, found the chapter "West Wind", and flipped through it.

Enter the text in time:

"Gu Xiaomeng!"

"Gu Xiaomeng!"

"The old man appeared magically like an old ghost, making it difficult for me to end my book manuscript - the end started again."

The above is the original text.

Seeing this, Xu Xin was speechless.

Calling an old person directly in the book... still sounds like an old lady.

Isn't it appropriate to just call someone "Old Ghost"?

He didn't want to see it.

However, I still read on patiently, but as I read, I suddenly realized something was wrong.

First of all, "Gu Xiaomeng" should be the prototype of a certain character in this book... or even his original name.

And, this prototype is still alive and bending!

Wandering?

Xu Xin suddenly thought of a possibility.

Could it be that she was...

After thinking of this possibility, he suddenly became interested, and then continued reading with the help of this... story similar to a "preface" mixed in the middle of the book.

As I read, I suddenly became interested.

The summary of this preface probably means that there is a character named Li Ningyu in "Dongfeng Chapter", and the old lady who is still alive, Gu Xiaomeng herself, experienced that story together!

The author didn't know at the beginning that when he was creating the Dongfeng chapter, he was artistically processing it.

The credit originally attributed to Gu Xiaomeng was added to Li Ningyu.

Just...how to put it.

Say something disrespectful.

If Gu Xiaomeng died, it wouldn't matter.

But the problem is...the author has really met Gu Xiaomeng himself!

If a person sees a story about himself, which he clearly did, but was misrepresented to someone else by a trolling author, how can he be happy?

So he said, "Whoever publishes will be sued."

Then, the old lady’s daughter saw the author’s book, contacted the author, and first confirmed the first half of the story of “Dongfeng Chapter”. However, it denies the seriously distorted historical truth in the second half.

The author was invited to come to his mother, and her mother personally told her the true experience of that year.

Therefore, there is this "West Wind Chapter".

"oh?"

After reading this preface and until the author entered the story stage of the West Wind chapter, Xu Xin became interested.

No wonder my girlfriend said this story is a true experience of "one thing, two people".

turn out to be……

The interesting part is here.

After understanding the context of the matter, he got out of bed and came to the desk.

There is a lamp in front of the desk, which makes reading more convenient.

With a "click" sound, he lit a cigarette, then returned to the beginning of the story and began to read it carefully.

Then this look...

It's almost 12 o'clock.

He read it roughly, because this story...can't be considered a mystery in the strict sense, but more like "documentary literature".

Therefore, as a director, his instinct made him eager to know the general context of the entire story.

After spending nearly five hours reading half of the book, Xu Xin was a little hesitant...

Sleepy?

not sleepy.

Anything happen tomorrow?

have.

But... with Director Zhang here, it doesn't seem like he can't leave him alone.

Otherwise...

Indulge yourself?

So, he thought about it and decided to go to the living room and lie on the sofa to watch.

I'm a little tired from sitting all the time.

The light in the living room is strong, and it is comfortable to sit on the sofa.

I took the book and walked out of the house and went downstairs, but...

Then I saw Xu Daqiang with a book clasped on his chest and snoring on the sofa...

As for the number of pages in the book on his chest...Xu Xin picked it up and took a look at it, and found that he only saw the third page...

Okay... okay.

Dad, you are indeed not good at studying.

Don't embarrass yourself.

"Dad, go back and rest."

He shook the old man.

Xu Daqiang opened his eyes drowsily, glanced at his son, nodded and stretched out his hand.

After Xu Xin pulled him up, he helped his father go up the stairs, and then returned to the living room.

Boil water and make tea.

Turn the pages.

Plan to burn the midnight oil and fight.

This story... to be honest, it's a bit interesting.

The scenes, locations, etc. are all limited to a "Qiuzhuang" castle.

But just in this fixed scene, some things that happened back and forth, including some connections with the outside world, made the whole story more and more depressing and colder.

The long dialogues and narratives are not only not boring, but also more interesting.

Especially the second half, which is interspersed with narration and flashbacks of Gu Xiaomeng's recording, including the author's thoughts... giving him a strong sense of déjà vu in a documentary.

So, one night.

At dawn, Xu Xin, who had not slept all night, finally finished reading the story.

After reading it, not only was he not sleepy, but he felt...a slight sense of excitement.

Because starting from the second half of yesterday, he had been following the story in the book in his mind and activated his professional instinct.

Gu Xiaomeng, Li Ningyu, Wu Zhiguo, Bai Xiaonian... Wang Tianxiang... and the big villain Fei Yuan Longchuan...

From the story in the first half to the documentary-like narrative in the second half.

Xu Xin has been thinking about it, if it were moved to the screen... what kind of image would it look like?

This sense of excitement kept forcing him to read on, and while reading, he began to conceive of some things in his mind.

When these things were put together, he suddenly had an idea.

take a photo of.

Take a photo of this story...

And this thought together is like the wind, blowing the lake in the heart.

In the sound of wind.

"The Wind" can't stop anymore.

So, with this excitement, Xu Xin thought about it, took a shower, and hurried out the door.

He didn't even eat breakfast and drove all the way to the hotel where Zhang Wu was staying.

He wanted to film this story.

But the problem is...

Gu Xiaomeng's identity... is really a bit sensitive.

He was a little unsure.

You have to ask Director Zhang.

So, before 8 o'clock in the morning, Zhang Wu, who was a little drunk last night and drowsy, opened the door and saw a young man holding a book in his hand, with dark circles in his eyes full of excitement, and asked doubtfully:

"Xiao Xu, what's wrong?"

Please give me a monthly ticket! Thank you Yan Xin Miao Mori Kei for being the leader! Thank you so much! And sincerely apologize! One is that the management is messy, and the other is that there are no updates...I'm sorry! Will make up for it later!