Chapter 17 sixteen to twenty

A year and a half ago, the artist Fang Lijun called and said, "Xiao, lend me your head." "Okay." I agreed straight away, "What are you doing?" "You're funny," he said, "Others have to ask first and then agree, why do you ask only after you agree! Just turn around." "Okay, that's it." Not long after this conversation, Zhang Xin called and said: "Huang, I heard that your head is going to be a work of art, old Fang Put your head in his series of human head sculptures. "I was very happy, look, look, my head will become a work, how amazing, but I still say humbly: "Dedicated to art, dedicated to art. "

We generally think that dedicating one's life to art is a very great thing, almost as honorable as dedicating one's life to revolution.Thinking about it again, as long as it is abstract, it can be called "devotion", but anything practical is "selling one's body".For example, one can dedicate one's life to love, but not to one's lover; one can dedicate one's life to one's country, but not to one's company; one can dedicate one's life to fashion, but not to a publisher.The latter is all prostitution.And the fashion industry needs practitioners to do the work of selling themselves in a spirit of dedication, which is really epic.It's not easy to do this, no wonder this line of business can still win the admiration of the majority of fashionable young people.

After Fang Lijun's phone call, there was no news for a year and a half, so I completely forgot about it, and continued to work on my fashion business.Suddenly, last weekend, Lao Fang called again: "Is this Sunday okay?" He asked. "Okay, what are you doing?" I replied. "I'll use your head to turn over the model." He reminded. "Yes, yes, that's great, I thought I had no chance to dedicate myself to art." I said happily. "Can you call Liu Suola?" he asked, "I want to flip her head too." "No problem." I agreed straight away, thinking that it would be easy to ask Liu Suola to dedicate herself to art, and she was used to it.

Who knew that when I asked Sola, she was very cautious. "How to turn it?" she asked. "I don't know, so I put your head in plaster, it seems." "Isn't that suffocating?" she said. I thought about it for a while and found that what she said made sense, so I called again to inquire, and came back to report to her: "I can't die of boredom, I'll put two veins in your nostril, so you can continue to breathe." "Then what if the vein falls off? How long will it take?" I was questioned again, and I called again for consultation.I didn't expect dedication to be so complicated.

"In just 20 minutes, you can hold the vessel with your own hands and it won't fall off." I reported in time. "Well, I'll go with you and have a look first," she said. "To devote one's life to art is to be an acquaintance, and one cannot dedicate one's life casually. I am not very familiar with Fang Lijun." I thought about it, and felt that what she said was very reasonable. Dedication can only be dedicated to acquaintances, not casually. Old artists have more experience in devotion. Unlike a small businessman like me who sells himself every day, he is so excited when he finally has the opportunity to dedicate himself. , sloppy.

On Sunday, we went to the studio of the Sculpture Department of the Central Academy of Fine Arts. When we entered the door, we saw that the artist Qingqing had already dedicated himself there.Her face is covered with oil, and she has a vein in her mouth. The expression on her face is so like she is about to sacrifice herself, so that Liu Suola immediately asked vigilantly, "Why is she holding a vein in her mouth? Didn't she mean to insert it into her nose?" ?” "She has rhinitis, so it is more convenient to use her mouth," Fang Lijun explained. "Huh? That's not the same as being underwater for 20 minutes!"

When filming, as long as Ning Ying yelled "Sola Liu!" we knew that this talented woman made another mistake.I recalled that the director scolded him the most was Sola Liu. During the entire filming process, Sola was unlucky.The first task Ning Ying gave her was to provoke all the actors. Of course, except my mother, none of them dared to do this.The way to challenge is to talk to each person individually, only talk about the shortcomings, find the soft place to pinch, and talk until you cry.Some actors simply said they were gone, and those who remained hated Liu Suola to death, especially Ping Yanni, the "Mrs. Ye" in the play.She and Sola have been friends for more than 20 years. She happily came to the set, but she was completely spoiled by Liu Sola when she came up, and she went crazy.Li Qinqin is fine, she is the only professional actor among us, she probably has already been familiar with the director's tricks, although after seeing Sora, she snotted her nose and burst into tears, but she didn't retaliate against her during the filming, so it's over .I had already made all the mental preparations, but Ning Ying saw that my face was ferocious enough, so he just said forget it.The only ignorant Sola Liu said cheerfully, "Why don't you let me hurt her? I must make her cry and call her a comedian." Looking back now, if she really did that, I must take advantage of the favorable conditions of filming at my house to make her unable to drink hot water and kill her.

Sola may not admit it now, but she definitely felt like she came to the set the first day, and she brought her husband with her.On this day, Ning Ying specially arranged some relatively light scenes - playing mahjong.Since this was the first time that four people were present since the filming started, everyone was a little excited.Only Ning Ying frowned, looked at us talking and laughing, and couldn't help but say, "Can you be quiet, and we'll talk about it when we're going to shoot." Poor talk.When the director and crew got the scene done, the lights came on, and we were all in our positions, the director shouted "Start!" We couldn't speak anymore.

"Stop!" Ning Ying shouted. "Why don't you talk anymore?" "There are no lines, director." We said in a hurry. "There's no need for lines here, let's talk about the topic just now," Ning Ying thought for a while, and then said, "Didn't you guys talk about sex life after marriage just now? Let's continue with this topic. Okay, let's start!" The lights came on, but the stage was still quiet, everyone became nervous, and suddenly someone said loudly: "What are you talking about, director, it's appropriate to say that to the camera!" We burst out laughing.Turning to look at Ning Ying again, that look wished to eat us all up.

After lingering for a few hours, Ning Ying gave up filming and said, "Sit down and repeat what you just said." what kind. "The menopause is nothing, it's fine." Liu Sola was the first to fire the cannon again, "Really, it's fine." Ning Ying typed cracklingly. "What's the matter?" Ping Yanni said, "Revolutionaries are always young, you change me." A few days later, Ning Ying said to Suo La: "For this scene, you come in from the outside and just talk about menopause." "Why did I mention menopause as soon as I walked in?" Sora said in surprise, "How strange."

"You said the other day that menopause is good." Ning Ying reminded her. "Did I say it?" Sora was a little confused, or pretending to be confused. Ning Ying immediately handed over a printed piece of paper and said, "I said it, I wrote it down. You can see for yourself." Sora immediately went dumb. The filming started, and the unlucky Suo Laliu pushed the door open and said loudly, "I'll tell you, I'll change it!" Chinese businessmen are really awesome. In order to sell something, they search for cultural concepts everywhere, and they use them from all over the world. When I went to dinner that day, a rich man opened a bottle of white wine. Let him say that the packaging of this wine is really a masterpiece of Chinese culture. The ones left by our ancestors are almost the same, but they are much rougher. They were produced in batches in industrial molds, not handmade; there is something on the bottle cap that looks like a lion but is not called a lion. It is said to be for housekeeping. It looks like gold from a distance, but it has peeled off when you look up close; the box for the bottle is more exquisite. First of all, there is a "Xinhua Gate" and two fake small copper door knockers. Open the box to open the door.It is said that the box is not square, but in the shape of a coffin, because there is a saying in China that whoever sees the coffin can be promoted.This cardboard pasted thing immediately became a Chinese boutique, and it is said that it was sold to five continents and four oceans.Not only those who make wine know how to sell cultural concepts, but also those who sell houses, cars, and condoms.House sellers like to borrow some things from foreign countries. You can tell from the name that the house my mother bought in Shanghai is the best. It is called the Louis Triumph Palace, and it has brought along several generations of French nobles. In fact, until now, This Louis Triumph Palace is still a construction site.Anyway, I think if the carver of the Chinese watch, the builder of the Xinhua Gate, Louis doesn’t care if he is more than a dozen, or even the coffin maker, if they know about these things, they will have to roll in the grave several times. Chinese cultural people are really stupid. Whatever culture this businessman is tossing about, they will really write about it.I often hear questions like: "Let's talk about real estate culture." A bookish female reporter would ask. "Tell me about your feelings about car culture." A greasy host said proudly. "Is the current real estate culture and car culture the same as fashion culture?" A man wearing a fake name brand, wearing sunglasses, chewing gum, and sticking a recording pen under your nose. There are also endless seminars that go back and forth on these topics.If you go to speak, isn't the real estate a house?Isn't that car a means of transportation?Everyone will laugh at you: really uneducated. I suddenly remembered an American blockbuster I watched two days ago. The story was about two scientists, one worked hard, the other was opportunistic, and the latter succeeded in inventing something called "Vapoorizer". evaporated.Since US law requires all dog walkers to pick up dog poop or pay a fine, this Vapporizer sold particularly well.Although this is a story, I think I should see if I can really research this thing.There are more and more people raising dogs in China now, sooner or later there will be legal regulations, why not take the first step and occupy the market, and then I can add some cultural concepts, isn’t this shit culture! A year ago, I bought a small bright yellow POLO. A kid in the company who loves famous brands gave me advice, thinking that I would embarrass the company by driving such a small car.But I thought that a car was a means of transportation, and it would be cumbersome if it was too particular.Besides, although I am not poor, I am not so rich that I can buy a luxury car for hundreds of thousands without blinking an eye. In less than a week, the words of this "brand-name kid" were confirmed at the entrance of a luxury restaurant.The restaurant is very famous in Beijing. It is said that people with status treat guests here. The service at the door is thoughtful, and there is a "valet parking" option.When I arrived at the entrance of the hotel, there was a BMW in front. The owner of the car was obviously a regular customer. The doorman opened the door for the owner with a half-bow, and said softly: "Mr. X, you are here." As soon as the doorman let go of the car key, the doorman immediately reached out to catch it. In this way, without any skin contact, the "valet parking" was completed.When I drove the car to the door, the doorman didn't open the door for me, but knocked on my glass to let me open the window, and then he asked impolitely: "Are you here for dinner?" I nod. "Then come down." "You can park for me, will you?" I'm pretty bad at parking. "Well, you won't be charged," the doorman said without even looking at me, "just put the car keys in the car." The guest on this day is a lady from the upper class of England, who may have some kind of title.This lady is a big sap, and she can talk to herself without a tone for more than an hour, especially about the gardens of the British upper class. As long as you ask: what kind of rose should be planted in the garden, she will start talking, Speak in a flat voice.You can eat, go to the toilet, or even find a beautiful waiter to have sex in the bathroom. After completing these actions, you can return to your seat and make sure she is still talking about the roses in her garden.I have found this fault to be very common in high society.People in the upper class prefer to hear themselves speak, and they are all in love with their own voice and identity. High society exists in all countries in the world, including China, but I think it should still be high thought, high art, high conversation, not just high material.But I know shit, I'm a sleazy driver. In order to make everyone who drives an affordable car feel bad, I'll share a dirty joke with you: In the forest, the elephant and the mouse are good friends.One day, after the rain, they went out for a walk together, chatting while walking.Talk about big things in the forest.Suddenly, the little mouse disappeared. "Where have you been?" Elephant asked. "Help me," cried the little mouse, "I've fallen into the mud!" The elephant turned back quickly and found that the little mouse had really fallen into a deep mud pit. The elephant immediately put its big trunk into the mud pit, but it was not long enough, so there was no other way, so the elephant had to shake his head and put his big penis into the mud pit. The little mouse climbed up along the elephant's big penis and was saved. After walking for a while, the elephant disappeared. "Elephant, where have you been?" cried the little mouse. "Help me," said the elephant, "I've fallen into the mud too." The little mouse turned back quickly and found that the elephant had fallen into a deeper mud pit. "What can I do," said the little mouse, "I'm just a little mouse!" "Help me," pleaded the elephant. The little mouse had no choice but to rush home, open the garage, drive a Mercedes-Benz to the mud pit, wrap a rope around the elephant's neck, tie the other end to the Mercedes-Benz, and kick the accelerator hard. It's useless, the elephant is too heavy up.The little mouse had to go home again, drive out the BMW, and tried again, but it still didn't work.In the end, the little mouse had no choice but to drive out his most beloved Rolls-Royce and gave the elephant a kick with all his strength, and the elephant was finally pulled out. The parable of the story is: a big penis means you don't have to buy a luxury car. I heard that there will be artists taking to the streets to protest against the injustice of the paparazzi, and they secretly took a more revealing photo of a female star, and it was on the cover again, and they probably sold a handful of magazines and made a lot of money money. This matter was discussed on the dinner table, newspapers, TV, and the Internet. Everyone condemned it unanimously: the paparazzi are a bunch of lunatics with no conscience, and the media are unprincipled profiteers. Circulation) has no moral bottom line.The entertainers were all angry and took to the streets, so the first round of reliance must be the artist reliance on the paparazzi and Yuji. Two days ago, as a guest on Xu Gehui's show, I met Wang Xiaoyu, the most famous entertainment reporter in China.According to the descriptions in Hollywood movies, the paparazzi are a group of expired middle-aged men with beer bellies, big beards and iron hearts. Who knew that this young man was very sunny and humorous, without any traces of typical paparazzi.He cheerfully said that being an entertainment reporter is his career ideal, and he takes entertainment for the common people as the ultimate goal of his career.Xu Gehui asked him if he wanted to be a war reporter, and he replied frankly: "I'm timid, I'd better be an entertainment reporter." Zhang Ziyi's brother's wedding.He said that he was not doing it for money, because he was a full-time professional, and the photos were not sold, but were all given to the newspaper.But he has a moral bottom line, he will not report what is untrue, and what hurts others will not be reported.The entertainment journalists must think that this is their job responsibility, even if it is published, they can't rely on the reporter, or is it because the media boss wants to make money? I work in the media, and I was thinking, if I were the owner of a gossip magazine, I would definitely say that this is not a bad thing for me, I am an economic animal, driven by profit, I have to publish whatever sells well.Who told the public to love to read this kind of messy stuff? How can I support my family if I can't sell magazines?So these things are all due to the low level of the market. If ordinary people love to read editorials, there will be no such things. But don't let the common people buy this kind of thing.We all condemn it, but the publication still has to glance over the toilet.In a sense, what everyone says is inconsistent with what they think in their hearts. This kind of thing can bring out our shortcomings of gloating. Our hypocrisy is that we really want to see people who live better than us suffer. Probably this is the evil debt that circles around among ordinary people in the artist media. As long as no one comes out to say that I am responsible for this matter, there will still be many naked artists on the cover of gossip. (Finish)