Chapter 19 19

19 On Wednesday afternoon, I met the Hong Kong producer who had just got off the plane at Chen Tian's office.He is about the same age as Chen Tian, ​​with a well-maintained rosy face and a businessman's air. It is said that he is one of the richest directors in Hong Kong. "The script is not bad, basically it can be said to be very good." See, I knew that, don't forget the angle between Venus and Saturn. "There are only some small things that need to be revised. For example, isn't the line of Xiaotong's parents getting divorced a little too much? Xiaotong's female deskmate is very interesting. You can write more and be more romantic. I happen to have a very good one here." Can play the role. We can talk about these in detail.”

Easy to say, a piece of cake. "Thank you Mr. Chen this time!" Because of the need to consider Mandarin pronunciation, Hong Kong people seem to speak slowly, "Your name is 'Teacher Chen'?" "They wrote about me." "Thanks to Teacher Chen's guidance." I said seriously. "Yes." Hong Kong people nodded. "Make fun of me?" Chen Tian on the opposite side actually blushed, it was funny. In the evening, Hong Kong people entertained guests at the Kunlun Hotel where he stayed. Chen Tian leaned leisurely in the high-backed chair, still wearing the crumpled, washed-off coat, which was in stark contrast to the surrounding environment.I didn't talk, I just ate. I ate a serving of arctic shellfish, a serving of capers, a serving of tempura, and a bowl of udon noodles.In those days, this thing was surprisingly expensive, and I basically ate it according to the mentality of a big family.

Chen Tian's characteristic is that when he is in a good mood, he is extremely kind and considerate to others, and when he is in a bad mood, he is cynic and sarcastic and ignores others.It was a very good mood to catch up with Chen Tian that day, and he fooled the Hongkonger so that he immediately wanted to make a blood alliance with him and make a sworn alliance with Jinlan, and the meal didn't end until half past ten in the evening. "I'll take you back." After dinner, I followed him to the parking lot, got into the car without any excuses, and he started his semi-old Peugeot on the Third Ring Road.

"Okay, it's done." "Thank you." "Thank me?" I smiled at him, but he didn't say anything, and he accepted it. "Their opinions are no opinions." "Yes, it will be changed in two days." "You just told him for two weeks." "Of course I have to say that, otherwise they won't feel they're getting their money's worth." "One is better than the other." He actually said reproachfully, "Now I can talk about my opinion." He paused, serious, and I waited for him to speak. "It's too simple. Of course it's better than their original story, but it's still simple. What I'm talking about is not the plot, but the whole atmosphere. There is no sense of depression from the surrounding environment, no social atmosphere, and no sense of stretching beyond words. Whether it is a novel Or movies, their meaning should extend infinitely within the finite.”

I knew what he was talking about, and he was right, so I didn't say anything. "do you understand me?" "Understand." He suddenly looked at me sideways, and asked suspiciously: "Or do we have a generation gap? Did you write that on purpose?" "I can't say it was intentional, but I do think it's just a simple youth story, and it definitely won't make "The A Brighter Summer Day", so there's no need...how should I put it?" "It's still a generation gap." He said decisively. There was a smile on the corner of my mouth. We each have our own advantages. His advantage is that he is old, and my advantage is that he is young.

"Have you read "Pastoral"?" He was talking about his very popular novel two years ago. "No." "Well, then I can't ask you if you like it or not." "right." I'm in no hurry to compliment him. "Actually, I've only read one of your novels..." "Don't say it, it must be the worst thing, widely known." "Yes. I read it a long time ago, and it was lent to me by your graduate student in English literature." "Oh." I pursed my lips and suppressed a smile, and he turned his head to look at me.

"You weren't like this before." "What kind?" "Smart teeth. I remember that you were not very talkative at that time, and you were good at bowing your head." "No, I've always been like this." He gave me another look, which I thought was unusual, but I was too lazy to think about it.I didn't know at the time that I had performed a teenage strip show in front of him, not at all. The car drove all the way downstairs to our house. "Just change it according to your own ideas," he said when I got out of the car. "It's not what I mean, it's what Hong Kong people think."

"That's right, I forgot about it, so I didn't say it." "Where, I have benefited a lot." "Smart teeth." "goodbye." "goodbye." There are only two situations in which I don't talk much, and I am good at bowing my head. One is absent-minded, and the other is falling in love.Neither of those things has happened yet.