The Best Director

Chapter 130 I will show you!

In 1989, San Francisco.

"Master, master" Wang Yang stumbled into the small yard, looked at the white-haired old man who was slowly punching under the locust tree in front of him, and walked over to Jiang Ye angrily, saying: "Master, you must teach I have some powerful moves, I will beat all those bastards to the ground"

The white-haired old man was wearing a gray Tang suit. Although he was very old, his body was very healthy, his wrinkled face was full of energy, and his eyes were calm and energetic. Hearing this immature voice, he looked at it, and sure enough, his little apprentice who closed the door was dirty again, with a few bloodstains on his face, and fought again

He likes the little grandson Lao Wang very much, otherwise he would not accept this little guy as a closed disciple. This little guy not only has excellent martial arts aptitude, but also has a strong mind at a young age, is also smart, and is very good at making people happy. When he grows up, this kind of person will be a "world boy", not a thing in the pool. But there is one thing that gives him a headache. This little guy is sometimes impulsive, likes to be a hero, and likes to fight.

In the past few decades in Chinatown, he has seen too many vicissitudes and how many "World Boys" became gang leaders, so when Lao Wang's son asked him to learn boxing, he did not agree, because he I was afraid that the old Wang’s son would go astray; but now the times are different, and the little guy is studying in a foreign school outside, and he is destined to leave Chinatown, so he recruited this apprentice to teach him Kung Fu and Tangshan culture...

But if the little guy keeps his temper since he was a child, he will suffer sooner or later. The white-haired old man sighed helplessly, stopped his hands and feet, took a towel on the copper basin stand next to him, wiped his hands, and scolded: "I know it all day long!" Very brave and ruthless"

Wang Yang immediately looked disappointed, rolled his eyes for a while, and then explained: "No, master, I'm helping the weak. Recently, a girl came to school, Jessica, and she was always bullied. , and then I..." He waved his fist a few times, wrapped around the old man, and said with a smile: "I will help her beat those bastards away, but there are too many of them, and I was beaten badly, So you must teach me stronger kung fu, like Bruce Lee, ah, I have to deal with them well"

The white-haired old man looked at him for a long time, and asked, "Did you lie to me? Are you helping someone?" Wang Yang widened his eyes, nodded and said, "Yeah, how dare I lie to Master. If you don't believe me, I will call you tomorrow." She came here to testify for me, but she is very shy, and her father is very fierce, so I don't know if I can come." The old man suddenly patted his little head and said, "You want to fight?" Wang Yang was caught by him Unraveling his thoughts, he could only touch his head with a smile, and said, "A little bit"

"I can't understand foreigners speaking Tangshan dialect." The old man said in a deep voice. Wang Yang nodded with a smile, followed him to the house, and said: "But I really helped her, she is very grateful to me, and thank you, master, just teach me, let me beat those bad people Isn’t that what you learn Kung Fu for?”

"Xiao Yang,

Now it's not going to the battlefield to kill people, practicing boxing is just to keep fit. "The white-haired old man looked back at him, and said seriously: "And you remember, there has never been any invincible kung fu. Don't think that you can beat dozens of people. Without this kind of kung fu, the Bruce Lee you said is just a movie. "

Wang Yang shook his head indifferently, stretched out eight fingers with both hands, and said: "Master, I don't want to beat dozens of people, I can beat eight people." The white-haired old man smiled lightly, turned and walked into the room Walking over, he said, "I don't teach." Looking at the old man's back, Wang Yang gritted his teeth and let out a low voice of "ahhh", swung his fist, and cursed: "Damn old ghost Wu..."

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In 2001, San Francisco.

After hastily leaving the Shenandoah Theater, Wang Yang and Jessica rushed to Los Angeles International Airport and took an evening flight back to San Francisco. When they arrived at the hospital where Old Man Wu was, it was already early morning.

Yesterday morning, old man Wu was fine, drinking morning tea as usual, playing chess with old friends; suddenly passed out in the afternoon, his family called an ambulance to take him to the hospital; the doctor said Old man Wu's body and multiple organs are failing, so he must be mentally prepared. The old man Wu, who woke up, told his family that he knew he was going to die and could not be saved, so they asked Wang Yang to come back and see him for the last time.

They all knew that among all the apprentices, Wang Yang was the most nervous and loved by the old man, even more so than his grandchildren. In the past, there were often complaints like "Grandpa likes Wang Yang more than me". So no one dared to neglect the old man's last request, and immediately contacted the Wang family, and then Mother Wang immediately called her son to inform him of the news.

On the chairs in the corridor outside the ward, old man Wu's eldest apprentice, son and daughter-in-law, Wu Yue, granddaughter who is studying at the University of San Francisco; and Wang's father and Wang's mother are all there.

"Huh, huh..." Wang Yang, who ran wildly all the way, looked at them panting, sweat dripping from his forehead, his face was full of anxiety, and he couldn't say a complete sentence for a while: "I, I ..." Mother Wang stepped forward to caress her son's back, and said: "Xiao Yang, your master is still here." Wang Yang suddenly showed a bitter smile, nodded, and breathed out before saying: "Uncle Wu, Auntie , Mom and Dad, Iyeta... What the hell are you doing, you should have informed me earlier"

"Xiao Yang, we have called you back as soon as possible." Father Wang also patted his son on the shoulder and said, "Everyone is very sad, don't be like this." Uncle Wu and Aunt Wu sighed, and Wu Yue also comforted him. He said: "Yang, grandpa is very happy to know that you have won 7 awards."

"I'd rather not have any of them." Wang Yang said softly with sad eyes, he should be happy, why did this happen suddenly? Although it is normal for the master's age, but...they will never be able to practice boxing together in the future? He wiped the sweat from his forehead, blinked his reddish eyes, and asked, "Can I go in to see him now?" Seeing Uncle Wu nodded, he opened the door of the ward and walked in.

At this time, Jessica, who was lagging behind, also came quickly. She was still dressed for the awards ceremony, but changed into a pair of jeans. She gasped slightly and looked at everyone. Mama Wang gave her a smile and said, "Jessie, he's in the ward." Jessica nodded with frowning eyebrows.

Wang Yang walked into the ward, closed the door gently, and walked lightly to the side of the bed. He saw old man Wu lying on his back on the bed with a breathing mask on his face, and a ventilator and other equipment beside the bed. The old man Wu fell asleep peacefully, and he seemed to be the same as usual... Wang Yang sat down in the chair, looked at this familiar old wrinkled face, and felt very painful in his heart. A good-looking person, why? If you can say die, you will die...

He held Old Man Wu's old and rough right hand with both hands, and called softly: "Master, I'm here. It's me, Xiao Yang, Ji Fei..." Ji Fei was the watch that Old Man Wu gave him on his 18th birthday Character. Although he usually forgets that he still has such a nickname; but from the age of 18, old man Wu almost always calls him Ji Fei, and when he is serious, he is called Wang Yang.

Seeing that old man Wu was still asleep, he didn't cry anymore, but just looked at the old man silently. At this time, the door of the ward was gently opened, and he glanced at it before turning his gaze back to the master. Soon his shoulder was gently pressed by a hand, and there was a gentle voice beside his ear: "Yang, the Lord will bless us." He hummed in a low voice, and slowly clenched his hands, even I didn't notice it myself.

"Is it Ji Fei..." Old man Wu slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were very cloudy, completely without the expression of the past. Wang Yang's heart suddenly ached, and he nodded quickly in response: "Well, master, it's me, and I'm here." Hearing his voice, old man Wu's eyes lit up, and his eyes gradually became bright, and he moved his left hand away. Breathing mask, said: "It's really uncomfortable to wear this thing."

Seeing him regain his spirit, Wang Yang couldn't help laughing, couldn't help thinking optimistically, and said with a smile: "Master, are you scaring me? Look at you, you are so fierce, at least You can live for a few more years, we will transfer to a better hospital right away, trust me, you will be fine." Although she basically couldn't understand what he was saying, seeing him smile, Jessica also grinned, I was relieved.

"No need, I know myself, this is just a flashback." Old man Wu smiled weakly, feeling that his body was getting weaker and weaker, but his thinking was still very clear, and said: "I'm 87 years old, now It’s okay to leave, you don’t have to feel sorry for the master.” Wang Yang frowned again, unwilling to believe that there was a flashback, and said firmly: “No, master, you will be fine.”

Old man Wu looked at his heroic face, and many phantoms of his childhood appeared in front of his eyes. He raised his hand weakly, trying to touch Wang Yang's face. He said, "You have grown so big in a blink of an eye." Wang Yang Hastily lowered his body and approached Jiang Ye, took the old man's hand and put it on his face, and smiled bitterly: "Well, master, I have grown up. Live a few more years, don't you want to see me and Jesse Ka married, see my son, my daughter?"

Hearing her own name vaguely, Jessica smiled at Old Man Wu, and said in English: "Master Wu, you have to take good care of your health." Hearing that Yang seemed to be translating her words, she sighed guiltily and quietly She made up her mind that she wants to learn Chinese

"Hehehe" old man Wu suddenly laughed weakly. It turns out that people are going to die, and they will really remember a lot of things. A girl... He said: "Ji Fei, is this Jessica the girl you wanted to protect when you were 9 years old? You fought every day..." Wang Yang nodded, and old man Wu said seriously: "Don't be afraid anymore. Fighting indiscriminately, don't go to jail again, and no matter who you marry in the future, your children must not forget this, and don't even know how to speak Tangshan dialect. Wang Yang, do you know?"

"I know, I know." Wang Yang kept nodding his head again, rubbed his face against the old man's hand, and said with a bit of sobs: "Master, I know, I won't go to jail again...I promise you anything." He became sad again, and Jessica immediately looked sad, and squeezed his shoulder comfortingly.

"Then I can walk in peace." Old man Wu said with relief, his face had gradually returned to a gloomy dying look from the radiant look just now. Wang Yang's eyes turned red, and there was a sense of grief in his heart. Is the master really leaving? Old man Wu said slowly: "I heard from Xiao Yue that you won another seven awards tonight."

Wang Yang wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, nodded with a smile and said, "Well, master, there are many awards."

Old man Wu reluctantly showed a smile again, the little guy did not disappoint him, he became a great person, and he also fought for the face of the Chinese. With a look of reminiscence on his face, he said: "It was hard at that time, we sat down The boat came to Citigroup, the wind was rough, and when I came to Jinshan, I had no money on me, and I was driven to Chinatown by those foreign ghosts... What's the use of punching well, it's useless, Wang Yang, seeing that you have money now With this achievement, Master will die without regrets."

"Master..." Wang Yang burst into tears immediately. Old man Wu raised his strength and reprimanded: "Why are you crying? It's shameful to cry." Wang Yang sniffed his nose, suppressing the tears in his eyes, and heard old man Wu say again: "The movies you are making now, master watch I don’t really understand, but Xiao Yue said that you are amazing, what a miracle director, you are featured in newspapers and on TV, and you have won those amazing awards... Master really died without regrets, died without regrets... those movies of yours Make a good movie and be competitive... On the boat, we all said that Citigroup must stand out...It was really hard at that time, you have to be strong, make a good movie, make money and win awards..."

Listening to his incoherent words and those eyes that became cloudy and lifeless, Wang Yang couldn't bear it anymore, tears flowed down uncontrollably, and shouted loudly: "Master, don't you go away? You live two more years, just two years." His tears fell on the old hand, and he choked up: "I'll show you the Oscar right away, the most impressive award, okay? I'll take the Best Director , okay? You don't go... I'll take the best director"

He cried aloud, held his master's hand tightly, and cried: "Take a lot, and take the first one in the next year, okay? I promise not to leave, don't you want to see me fight..."

Jessica's eyes turned red when she saw her beloved's grief, and she put her hands on his trembling shoulders, silently comforting him.

"Xiao Yang..." A blush flashed across Old Man Wu's face, and he said "Xiao Yang" that he hadn't said for a long time. He seemed to wake up again, but before Wang Yang had time to rejoice, he heard him Incoherent words: "I have no regrets...you get married and have a child, what kind of award will you get...you have to live up to it, don't go to jail, you know? You remember what you said, you promised me...you want to stand out in Citigroup, To fight..."

"I remember, master, I promise you..." Wang Yang kept nodding with tears, watching the pale old man Wu slowly close his eyes, he hurriedly pulled off the breathing mask and put it back, loudly Shouting: "Help, doctor, come quickly—" Jessica hurriedly pressed the SOS button on the bedside, and then ran out of the room to ask for help.

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Old man Wu still left, maybe he went to the Underworld, maybe he went to heaven, he left this world forever. The whole funeral was very solemn and quiet, because the old man was already 87 years old, so his family, apprentices and friends were not too sad. Wang Yang, who was dressed in a black suit, was silent from the beginning to the end. He watched the old man lying in the bed. The coffin, watching the coffin being sealed, watching the coffin being buried...

When he personally poured shovel after shovelful of soil on the coffin, when he saw the tombstone with the name of old man Wu erected, and when he put the flowers beside the tombstone, Wang Yang knew that the master had really left. His stern, kind master is gone. He can no longer hear that steady voice, can no longer see that old face, reprimand, encouragement, smile... all of these can only be found in memory and video photos.

He now understands what it's like to lose someone close to him, sadness, sadness, loneliness... It's very unbearable, he never wants to do it again and he has a new feeling for the transformation story The holy king of Wudong Qiankun made the holy king, the king will kill the gods and seal the throne at night, seek the demon, proud of the world, the strongest abandoned young man, the royal family of Zhou, kill the gods and seal the throne at night, seek the magic, proud of the world, the strongest abandoned young man, the royal family of Zhou, the martial arts universe, general night God-killing God Seal Throne Begging Demons Audacious Nine Heavens Strongest Abandoned Young Master Zhou Royal Family God General Night Killing God Sealed Throne Begging Demons Awed World Nine Heavens Strongest Abandoned Young Da Zhou Royal Family and understanding, after Viggs transformed, his wife He, his parents, and all his close relatives did not die, but he was the one who died. He lost all his close relatives at once. How desolate is that?

On the balcony of the hotel apartment, looking at the half-missing moon in the night sky, Wang Yang squeezed the empty beer can into a ball and threw it on the ground. Hearing a reprimand: "Wang Yang, people who practice martial arts should not indulge in sexual desires, but should cherish their own bodies." He couldn't help laughing at himself, put the beer on the table beside him, and said to himself: "Old ghost Wu , are you satisfied?"

Just when he was in a silent trance again, the mobile phone on the table vibrated suddenly. He reached for it and took a look. Natalie Portman...he was half lying on the wicker chair, and answered the phone. Tong, said calmly: "Hello, Natalie."

"Yan, good evening." Natalie's voice was very soft, without the usual style at all, and she said sincerely: "I'm sorry about the death of your master, I'm sorry. This is a very sad thing , but don’t make yourself too sad, okay?” Wang Yang shrugged and curled his lips, and said to the mobile phone: “It’s nothing, I’m fine. My master is 87 years old, he left happily, it’s nothing. "

Natalie then smiled softly: "Well, I'm relieved when you say that, I know you are very strong." Wang Yang smiled when he heard this, and said a little strangely: "Natalie, your tone of voice doesn't match my I'm really not used to talking." Natalie over there heheed, and then both of them fell silent, naturally not in the mood to make any jokes.

After a while, when Wang Yang was about to say "That's it", Natalie suddenly said: "By the way, Yang, maybe I shouldn't mention it, but today...today is my birthday."

Wang Yang was startled for a moment, is it her birthday today? Then I remembered this, it seems that today is indeed her 20th birthday, a few days ago she invited him to New York to attend her celebration party today, and it would be best not to bring Jessica with her... but the master left up. He shook his head with a sigh, fond of his two girls' 20th birthdays, neither of which were fond memories.

With a faint smile on his face, he wished: "Well, Natalie, happy birthday." Anyway, he is not happy now. Natalie over there let out another hehe, and said, "Brother, I will save your sentence first, and then I will take it out and use it when you recover. Otherwise, it's a waste now, your voice makes you I can't be happy."

Wang Yang didn't pretend his mood anymore, and said calmly: "Well, keep it for now." Natalie responded: "OK, buddy, good night then." Wang Yang said good night, and ended the call, watching Looking at the distant moon, I remembered the words of old man Wu before he died, and the promise he made himself, that he would not go to jail again, and he wanted to live up to expectations.

As for the most remarkable and most up-to-date Oscar for Best Director two years later? Is this one of his promises? Wang Yang blinked silently, he agreed to the master, then do your best to do it well, you must make "Ninth District" the best, the details of the story and the lines need to be well written, the actor's Interpretation, scenes, editing and soundtrack... all have to be done well with 200% or 300%

No matter which award there are on-site and off-site factors, but first of all, you must have a movie that is touching and convincing enough, which is an admission ticket. When "The Ninth District" can make the audience and media critics give a thumbs up, saying "it will be a shame to the United States if it does not enter the Oscar", then he will have an Oscar ticket and fulfill his promise Chance.

But even if you get the ticket, it is obviously not easy to win the award, because whether it is the style and type of the movie, or his age, skin color and qualifications; Awarding him the "Best Director" is almost a dream come true, something impossible to accomplish.

"Haha" Wang Yang shook his head with a smile, telling himself that it might or might not be possible not to think about it, it's stupid to think about it, what he has to do now is to get the admission ticket, and make a good film of the story he wants to shoot. Looking at the night sky, he laughed loudly and shouted: "Master, although you didn't stay, I will show you the one after two years, okay?"

At this time, Jessica, who had just taken a shower and was wearing a set of pajamas, came out. She kissed him on the cheek, sat down on the wicker chair next to her, and asked, "Yang, what were you talking about just now?" Wang Yang Smiled slightly, and said: "Some silly words." He turned to look at her, and said with great interest: "Jessica, let me tell you some interesting stories about my master, um... I was 10 years old at that time ..."

With a sweet smile on her face, Jessica quietly listened to his story.

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