I’m a Director, I’m Not Bad

Chapter 618 616. Dirty Dancing America

After walking around for a while, the couple blocked out all chat content.

After Xu Xin got home, he didn't go anywhere else. Instead, he uncovered the cloth covering the easel on the balcony.

Yang Mi came over:

"Yeah~"

She looked at the sketch on the canvas and asked in surprise:

"Have you finished drawing?"

"It's early."

Xu Xin dug out the express delivery he had received during his absence at home, which contained the paints he bought.

"Where is this? This is just for contacting works, to find colors. The wall in Lun's house is very big, and the large canvas I ordered has not arrived yet."

"Well……"

Looking at the sketches on the drawing board in front of her, Yang Mi nodded slightly and said curiously:

"Are you going to sketch it first and then color it?"

"That was the original plan. But..."

He glanced at the sketch he had spent all afternoon drawing and shook his head slightly:

"After I drew it, it felt wrong. If I really used this kind of sketch, it would be better to put the photo directly. So I planned to...make an oil painting."

"...Have you studied?"

Yang Mi was surprised.

"No ah."

"...?"

She was stunned and looked at her husband who was holding a bunch of paint tubes that looked like toothpaste and was placing them on the table one by one:

"You haven't learned oil painting before, so you want to paint in oil?"

"Isn't it just a matter of replacing the pencil with a paintbrush? It should be fine. Let's give it a try~"

While the two were talking, the two little guys who had been playing with their grandfather also came over.

They had never seen this thing before, and their eyes were full of curiosity.

Especially Yangyang, watching his father take things out of the box, he also reached in and grabbed a few paintbrushes... and then was snatched away by Nuannuan.

The little guy is also stupid.

When he saw the paintbrush being snatched away by his sister, he didn't snatch it back. Instead, he grabbed a tube of paint from inside with some difficulty.

Then it was taken away by dad again.

This time, he was not happy. He grabbed the palette and threw it on the ground.

But no one said anything.

The couple is raising a baby and the other is separated.

At this age when children are curious about everything in the outside world, they are curious about new things. Being too harsh on them is not good for them.

Compared with him, Nuan Nuan's hobbies are relatively simple.

Holding the unopened paintbrushes in her hand, she picked up one at random and turned to look for her grandfather. After Xu Daqiang took it with a smile, she turned around again, grabbed a brush from her brother's hand, and handed it to her. The aunt went.

When Zhang Qian took it over, she aimed at the brush in her brother's hand again...

Let's put it this way, Xu Xin's express delivery of these painting tools was like a ball of fire, but in a short time it turned into a sky full of stars.

The generous little girl didn't even let go of Zaizai and Niuniu. The two dogs looked at the pen washer in front of them and waggled their tails. They probably used the pen washer as a rice bowl.

But Yangyang seems to be particularly interested in these things. He was not happy at most when his sister snatched his things just now.

But when he took the pencil, Yang Mi gave him a piece of paper to draw on to prevent him from scribbling on the marble floor at home. The little guy waved the pencil in his hand and scribbled on the paper. When Nuannuan heard the noise and came over out of curiosity and wanted to snatch the pencil from his hand, the little guy burst into tears.

I will not give my sister life or death.

The guy who was giving the heater grabbed his clothes and wouldn't let go. Yangyang was also very awkward. You could grab his clothes as you pleased. I would cry when I should, but you want to force me?

no way!

Two children over one year old are making a lot of noise...

In the end, Yang Mi gave her daughter another pencil, and the matter was over.

Nuannuan, who had taken the pencil, turned around and gave it to grandpa.

Yang Mi couldn't laugh or cry.

I don’t know who I learned it from... My daughter, this is obviously the textbook operation of "Do I want you a pencil? What I want is your attitude."

And Yangyang locked up with the piece of paper.

I waved the pencil around and had a great time.

Xu Xin is mixing colors.

At this moment, I took some basic colors and blended them separately, while smearing on the blank canvas on the easel to find the color I needed.

For him, this is unknown territory.

He also found it quite fresh.

Although these oil paints are all ready-made, not mineral pigments... those are too high-end, and a newbie like him cannot reach that level.

But he unexpectedly discovered that...the modulation of pigments is actually the same as the director's use of filters during shooting. They both use color neutralization and contrast to achieve the sensory colors he wants to see.

He immediately liked this feeling.

Ever since, a harmonious scene appeared in the family.

Xu Xin and his son were playing with paint in a corner of the balcony. His daughter and her two dogs were playing house with painting tools. Xu Miao, the general manager of the real estate developer, was cutting the toenails of his daughter-in-law, who was no longer able to bend over. The Yang family couple I was there watching the TV series "Snow Leopard" with my in-laws... Yes, it was the one played by Wen Zhang.

It's an unexpected harmony.

What?

You asked Yang Mi why she went there?

She said she was going to take a bath, but according to Xu Xin's understanding of his wife, there was a 90% chance that she was going to play computer games and fish.

But...what does it matter.

The north wind blows in Yanjing in winter, and the family gathers together in a warm spring-like house. At the same time, everyone is relaxing and decompressing according to their own preferences.

This day... well, how could it not be called a comfortable day?

…

On the afternoon of November 29, Jay Chou arrived in Yanjing.

He also moved directly into Xu Xin's home.

Seeing that he brought Dani instead of the little girl named Kun Ling, Xu Xin joked:

"I thought you would bring Kun Ling with you."

"Please, it's very troublesome for minors to go abroad (Langlang), okay?"

Jay Chou shook his head slightly, looked at the colorful drawing board, and added:

"Are you talking about taking someone abroad just because you have a crush on me? Am I really smart?"

Hearing this, Xu Xin smiled and continued to sit in front of the drawing board, dipping his brush in some cyan paint to copy Richter's painting.

"How's the progress?...This is just proofing, right? I don't want such a small painting."

"I know, I'm slowly thinking about it, but you're not in a hurry anyway."

After I really got started, I realized why others were experts and I was a newbie. I had been studying for a long time just imitating the colors of Richter's abstract paintings. After Xu Xin finished speaking, Yang Mi was holding a pile of clothes in a hurry. Came out:

"Wheels, what clothes did you bring? I've never been to Miami. Is it sure it's warm there?"

"Sure."

Jay Chou responded:

“It’s super warm. It’s a very comfortable season~”

With his words, Yang Mi felt confident and said quickly:

"Dad, Mom, there's no need to take the down jacket. Just wear one when we leave...it's warm over there!"

After saying that, she waved her hand to Jay Chou:

"You can take care of yourself. I'm packing my clothes and I don't have time to care about you."

"Yeah, okay."

After Jay Chou agreed with a smile, he lowered his head and glanced at the person sitting at his father's feet. He was also holding an oil paintbrush and painting on a fancy drawing board. His face, body and clothes were covered with various oil paints. , squatting down dumbfounded:

"Xu Weizhen, what are you doing?"

It was rare for anyone to call Yangyang by his name at home, so the little guy didn't pay attention to him. Instead, he picked up a piece of oil paint in a plastic bowl with his finger and pressed it directly on the drawing board.

"Wow, your painting is great. Can you tell your godfather what you painted?"

Lao Zhou is good at coaxing children.

Coupled with the unique gentle accent of Wanwan Mandarin, it sounds very comfortable.

Unfortunately... Yangyang still ignored him.

Then Xu Xin's voice sounded:

"Ever since I took out this set of things yesterday, the little guy has been particularly interested. Before I woke up this morning, he tugged on my eyelids...because he couldn't speak, and pulled me out of the house. I I thought he was hungry, so he dragged me to the balcony... It started with pencils, but then I don't know why, but he started to focus on these oil paints. If I didn't give them to him, he would cry..."

"Hey, you have to be careful. These are chemical paints, right? I'm afraid they might be harmful to children."

"It's okay. I checked the ingredients and asked my family doctor. As long as the child doesn't eat it, it doesn't matter...and these are good paints I bought, so just pay attention."

As he spoke, he glanced at his friend and pointed at his feet:

"No, the canvas originally prepared for you has already been laid under our feet."

"Haha~"

Jay Chou smiled and pinched Yangyang's cheek:

"Xu Weizhen, promise to godfather, you can't eat it in your mouth~"

"Haha, Jaylen will definitely be a good father in the future."

Xu Daqiang, who walked out of the house holding the phone, heard this and gave his own opinion with a smile:

"She speaks softly and softly, and she looks like a good father figure."

"Ha~Uncle Xu."

Jay Chou said hello.

Xu Daqiang nodded and said:

"We have found a good person. When we get to the hotel over there, they will come over. Everything has been arranged including travel."

"how many people?"

"We didn't do too many, just six of us. They were all...retired members of the Marine Corps. It's not easy to do too many. It would be extravagant and affect the mood of the game. But it's not good to have too few people. The United States is... very messy~ They all have guns, so you can rest assured."

"...What?"

Jay Chou was a little curious.

"bodyguard."

Xu Daqiang’s words were concise and concise:

"A few of you are playing together. Mimi and the others are taking the baby with them, so they are afraid of danger. I have contacted some bodyguards... Jie Lun, as a brother, you have to be careful when you get there and don't go to those dangerous places." ...If you really encounter a robbery, give him money..."

"Uh... ok, I understand."

Although Jay Chou wanted to say that the public security in good communities in the United States was not on the same level as the slums in Nicolás...but this was the concern of the elders. He did not argue and nodded with a smile.

And then...he didn't leave, just sat next to Yangyang, watching the little guy scribbling on the drawing board in front of him.

Chatting with Xu Xin:

"Hey, Ah Xin, I think Yangyang is very talented in painting."

"laugh……"

Xu Xin sneered:

"He's only one year old, what can he draw? You can't stand it."

"No, I'm serious...think about it, wouldn't it be awesome if Yangyang became a painter in the future!"

"He can do whatever he wants."

Xu Xin said while continuing to copy Richter's painting.

The reason why he copied it was because he wanted to restore the "flavor" of this abstract painting as much as possible.

Richter is an artist and a master.

You can't just scribble someone else's work on your painting, right?

Then when the two sides are compared, it will appear that one is not paying attention.

As for his friend's "prospects" for children, he just dismissed it as fart.

"For a one-year-old child, don't place any hopes or expectations on him. He can do whatever he wants. The family fortune his parents have worked hard for him is to support him to happily pursue the dreams he is interested in. You have said it yourself. The piano is very painful..."

"……Right."

Jay Chou nodded:

"But I think he also likes this thing. Look at it...he ignores me. And he is not like other children who use these things as plasticine...he is imitating you, you find Are you done yet?"

"Um."

Xu Xin lowered his head and took a look, then casually reached out with his brush:

"Smash it."

"...?"

Yangyang subconsciously raised his head.

Then I felt a chill between my brows.

Xu Xin took the paintbrush and drew the word "王" on his son's forehead.

"Hahahahaha..."

"..."

In Jay Chou's speechless gaze, the child, who had no idea that he had become a prank at the hands of his own father, blinked and lowered his head again.

But Xu Xin's laughter alarmed Xu Daqiang, who was about to go to the balcony where the air conditioner was placed to smoke a cigarette.

It's better if the old man doesn't look...

When he looked down, he saw that his dear grandson had a king on his head...

Thinking of my son's laughter.

No need to ask, he already knew what was going on.

"Ah!!! You... I'll beat you to death!"

Xu Daqiang quickly walked to his son, holding a cigarette with an angry look on his face.

"What did you do! What did you do!!! That's your baby, not a tiger! You..."

He seemed upset as he spoke...

"Snapped!"

"Ouch!"

Xu Xin covered his head and looked at his father who slapped him on the back of the head speechlessly:

"Dad? Isn't this...interacting with the baby?"

"Interaction is shit! There is such interaction! Wipe it off! Wipe it off quickly!"

"Yes, yes, wipe it right now."

Xu Xin, who didn't dare to argue, was grateful to you and picked up the towel next to you to wipe the child.

result……

"Snapped!"

"Ouch!!!"

He received another slap.

Just as he turned his head aggrievedly, the old man took away the towel in his hand:

"You're using it! You're using it!? This towel is all spent! It's usable! If it hurts the child's skin, I'll beat you to death!"

"No, no, no...I'll get it right now."

Seeing that the old man was about to take action again, Xu Xin quickly ran away.

He grabbed a towel from the bathroom and wiped off the paint on the child's face. He then gestured to Xu Daqiang, who was standing outside the glass door, smoking and sneering.

The old man let him go, turned his head, and looked at the scenery in the distance.

Jay Chou laughed and said:

"A kiss from another generation?"

"Yes... I'm so pampered by heaven."

Xu Xin sighed helplessly:

"I've been beaten as much as I've been since I was a child, and I've never been beaten as much as after my children were born."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

While talking and laughing, Xu Daqiang finished smoking a cigarette and walked in again.

Then he also went around to Xu Xin's side.

He didn't care what his son's painting turned into. Instead, he looked at his grandson's "great work" and squatted down with a smile:

"Bao'er, tell grandpa how good you are at drawing~ oh, it's so beautiful..."

While they were chatting, Yang Mi walked out in a hurry:

"husband."

"ah?"

"Have you seen the towel my dad used to wipe his feet? It's hanging in the bathroom... Huh? Have you used it?... Dad, Xu Xin used your towel to wipe the canvas. It's okay, I'm looking for one for you. .”

Yangmi comes and goes in a hurry.

Xu Xin hasn't reacted yet...

"Snapped!"

"Ouch~~~~~~"

He subconsciously turned his head and saw that his old man's face had turned dark.

"..."

Looking at the towel he put on the table to wipe his son's face... Xu Xin moved his mouth and finally sighed.

"well……"

That’s all.

It is only natural for a son to beat me.

Thinking of this, he silently lowered his head and glanced at his son.

I muttered in my heart:

"Hit me, don't pay back, and pass it on."

Thief, just wait.

…

Early on the morning of the 30th, the "two families" with their families arrived at the airport, met with Wang Sicong, and got on the business jet Wang Sicong specially borrowed from Wanda Group.

There is no other advantage except that it is spacious.

It takes more than a day to get to Miami from here, so it is necessary to enjoy a comfortable journey.

On the plane, a group of three people and Yang Dalin were playing cards.

You have to admit, Wang Sicong knows how to play.

He found playing poker boring and decided to play mahjong instead.

The seats on the plane are fixed, so we can't use a normal mahjong table to play. We made a pair of paper mahjong, and four people had a great time playing it.

This trip was just for vacation, so everyone was in a relaxed mood.

After more than a day of flight transfers and the like, we finally arrived in Miami in the early morning of December 2nd, Yanjing time, which is 2 pm in the United States winter time.

As soon as he got off the plane, Xu Xin felt the evil of capitalism...

Just like in Hollywood, the cars were parked next to the plane, two Business cars and two Lincoln Navigators.

There were several foreigners standing next to the car.

Through Yang Mi's translation, he learned that this was the car sent by the Ritz-Carlton Apartments.

It's said to be an apartment, but it's actually a high-end beachfront residential area in Miami.

It is also where "Old Yang's family" lives these days.

During this trip, Xu Xin, his wife, and children will live separately. Yang Mi took her family and children to play, while Wang Sicong's villa was on Shangbeiwan Road.

The young woman also knows how aggressive these gentlemen are.

After returning from Xiangjiang, she understood her husband's "springy" look... The way these four people spend their vacations is different from others.

Or that men and women take vacations differently.

Women are all about shopping, shopping, eating...

The four of them wanted to find a place where no one knew them and live an isolated life.

All you need is a network cable and a computer.

In the end, they turned the house into a garbage dump, patted their butts and left.

That doesn't matter.

It's just right to play separately... It saves her having to coordinate travel time with her husband.

Just right and clean.

Outside the airport, the "two families" parted ways.

Xu Xin sat in the car and looked at the scenery along Miami with curiosity.

After walking for a while, they gradually came to a place where they could see the beach and various villas... Wang Sicong seemed to see something and pointed out the window:

"Eh!"

He didn't need to say another word. Xu Xin and Jay Chou immediately looked to the right.

Several women wearing toad glasses and bikinis were walking along the beach path.

Let’s not mention my appearance, let’s just talk about this outfit…

Seeing this, Xu Xin nodded unconsciously, smacked his lips, stared at the white buttocks, and choked out:

"Yeah! America loves Dirty Dancing!"

Listening to his somewhat broken English, the other two people didn't mean to laugh at him at all. Instead, they nodded understandingly:

"Uh-huh!"

The virtuous driver of the three people smiled.

Obviously, everyone is a man.

No need to say a word.

Understand.

The condition is very bad, I will adjust it.