Entertainment headlines: director’s rules for chasing a wife - Chapter 280

An international hotel.

After the party, song Tingchen took Qin Youle to Zhuo Lao’s hotel.

“Zhuo Lao.” Song Tingchen and Qin Youle bowed respectfully to Zhuo.

“Here you are, come on, come on, come on in.” Seeing song Tingchen and Qin Youle, Zhuo kindly let them into the room.

“Zhuo Lao, let me introduce you. This is my lover Qin Youle.” Song Tingchen took Qin Youle’s hand and quietly explained, “I know you want to see her. I’m very excited all the way.”

“Hello, Mrs. song.” Zhuo Lao kindly extended his right hand. He looked at Qin Youle as if he were looking at his granddaughter.

“Hello, Zhuo.” Qin Youle handed the box to Zhuo Lao and said with a light smile, “Tingchen and I came in a hurry and didn’t know what gift to bring you, so we had to buy such a pillow.”

Zhuo looked at the box curiously.

“Oh, Mr. Zhuo, Youle said that he always beats his neck unconsciously when he sees you off the stage. He’s worried about whether you’re not used to living in the hotel, and the hotel pillow may not adapt.” Song Tingchen explained, “so on the way here, we went to a convalescent tube. They said this pillow was good for sleep.”

There are different things jumping in Zhuo Lao’s eyes.

“When I came here, I received a lot of gifts,” said Zhuo, glancing at the corner of the hotel. There were a lot of things piled up there. He patted the box and said with satisfaction. “However, what I like most should be the gift selected by Mrs. song for me. It is really practical and thoughtful.”

Hearing what Zhuo said, Qin Youle and song Tingchen looked at each other and smiled.

As famous directors, Qin Youle and song Tingchen both understand that choosing gifts at this time is no longer a matter of value. People like Zhuo should value affection.

“Tingchen,” old Zhuo patted song Tingchen on the shoulder and motioned him to sit down. He said lovingly, “in fact, I have carefully read the emails you sent me privately, but the questions you asked can not be made clear in a few words. Therefore, this time, I brought you something.”

With that, Zhuo took out a white bound book from his bag on the sofa. He patted the book and said, “these are my opinions. There are a lot of words. It may take more time to read.”

When he took over the heavy book, song Tingchen’s heart followed heavy. He carefully opened the book, which was a printed book of the questions he had asked, on which many opinions were densely written.

“Zhuo Lao…” song Tingchen looked at Zhuo Lao gratefully. He gently stroked the book and said, “your love must be remembered by the younger generation.”

Zhuo smiled and said quietly, “I’ve been a director for most of my life. In fact, like me, you regard it as an art. Making a good film is not about winning or not winning, nor about the box office. In fact, what we pursue is what we yearn for in our hearts. ”

Song Tingchen nodded in agreement: “Zhuo Lao, as an elder, you have always been my learning object. I have carefully seen each of your films and analyzed the artistic techniques in them. ”

“That’s it. In fact, my film also has your shadow.” Song Tingchen smiled awkwardly, “in the past, I always felt that I wanted to worship you as a teacher. Although you don’t know me, you have always guided me.”

Zhuo Lao gave a hearty laugh.

“Tingchen, as a director, you should open your eyes and break through the shackles.” Zhuo Lao continued, “you can’t be limited to one style. The greatest art is that it can cover all aspects, rather than one or more simple means of expression.”

“Zhuo Lao, you’re right.” Song Tingchen nodded very seriously.

“But you don’t seem to have any works this year,” asked Zhuo with concern. “Do you have a script being prepared?”

Song Tingchen shook his head with some guilt. This year, he was busy with his independence from the dawn and dealing with the things between him and Qin Youle. He almost forgot his identity as a director.

“It’s a pity…” old Zhuo gently criticized, “there can’t be any stop on the road of feeling art. There is no stagnation, only retreat.”

“I…”

“Before returning home, I also let people know about your state.” Zhuo Lao said earnestly, “you are a child with great talent in both business and director. But people’s energy is limited. This year, you were busy starting a business and put down the career of director, which I can understand. ”

Song Tingchen looked at Zhuo with gratitude. For him, being able to make movies is a sacred dream in his mind, and making money in business is his need to meet the needs of life.

“An artist without money is painful.” Zhuo said with emotion, “at your age, I can only be an errand runner in the crew. I can’t even get close to the machine. So, when I finally had the opportunity to lead, my heart was actually thinking whether this film could bring benefits to me. ”

Song Tingchen listened carefully without interrupting. He had never encountered any economic difficulties since he was a child. But he has long been familiar with the saying that economic foundation determines superstructure. If food and clothing can’t be satisfied, how can we talk about art? How to talk about ideals?

“So, Tingchen, do a good job of Taiya.” Zhuo Lao looked at Song Tingchen with encouragement and said, “I believe with your strength, within a few years, Taiya will be the second dawn, or even surpass the dawn.”

“Thank you.” Song Tingchen said gratefully that he needed someone to encourage and support him.

“However, I still hope you don’t give up your career as a director.” Zhuo Lao said seriously, “art is priceless. I hope that one day, your works will be taken out and studied hundreds of years later. Your name has not been forgotten by time and the world.”

Zhuo Lao’s words made song Tingchen’s heart ready to move. Now Taiya is basically on the right track, and he doesn’t need to keep staring. Maybe it’s time to do something he likes to do.

“Youle is tired of listening.” Zhuo Lao looked at Qin Youle and said lovingly.

Qin Youle wondered why old Zhuo looked at her so kindly. He looked like looking at a younger generation he loved very much.

“No, what Zhuo said is not only useful to Tingchen, but also to me.” Qin Youle replied politely. Through this conversation, she felt that she seemed to know more about song Tingchen, and the distance between them seemed to be closer.

“This best screenwriter award,” said Zhuo laodun. “Originally, the jury wanted to give” rebirth fate. ”

Qin Youle looked at Zhuo in surprise. She was waiting for Zhuo to say “but”.

“But I gave it No.” Zhuo Lao said bluntly, “first of all, I am very sure that this script is indeed very novel, but it has no deep meaning, which is inconsistent with my pursuit.”

Speaking of this, Qin Youle felt a little uncomfortable. She wants to give me no because it doesn’t meet your pursuit. Should every film pursue the so-called value and depth?

Seeing Qin Youle’s appearance, Zhuo smiled and said, “Youle, do you want to continue listening to me?”

“You said.” Although he was a little unhappy, Qin Youle said with great restraint, “I also want to know what changes I should make.”

Zhuo nodded with satisfaction: “child, you are still young and have little experience. I wrote down your suggestions in my notebook. ”

Qin Youle was confused. She thought that Zhuo Lao didn’t dislike her works for lack of depth? Why do you have to write her a suggestion.

She was just thinking. Old Zhuo came over with a very thick book.

Qin Youle hesitated and didn’t dare to answer. She thought Zhuo always took it wrong. Is there tens of thousands of words for her suggestion? According to her, the book is at least one or two hundred thousand words thick.

“This is for you.” Zhuo said kindly, “take it over and have a look.”

Qin Youle turned to take a look, and song Tingchen hesitated to take over the book.

“This is…” Qin Youle asked puzzled. There is an outline of the script in the book, and he has begun to write a large part of it.

“This is the script written by my granddaughter,” said Zhuo, whose eyes flashed sad, but he soon recovered his calm. “I’ve always wanted to find another owner for it.”

Qin Youle tacitly glanced at Song Tingchen. Neither of them understood Zhuo Lao’s meaning.

Knowing Qin Youle’s doubts, Zhuo calmly explained, “my granddaughter is still in college. She studies in the Chinese department. But because of my influence, she is very interested in writing scripts. ”

“I believe your granddaughter must be brilliant.” Qin Youle said sincerely while turning over the script in his hand. Although she only turned a few pages, she can see the author’s writing skills.

“Yes, she is really a very talented girl,” said Zhuo slowly with her head down. “On weekends, she will come back to see me, talk about literature and movies with me.”

Qin Youle could hear that Zhuo Lao’s tone was somewhat different.

“Zhuo Lao, now she……” Qin Youle asked in a low voice.

“Last New Year’s Eve, she left in a car accident.” Old Zhuo choked.

Song Tingchen and Qin Youle’s hearts pounded at the same time. Neither of them knew about it. Zhuo Lao protected his family very well. Few people outside knew about his family.

Qin Youle didn’t speak. She reached out and grabbed Zhuo Lao’s hand. Now she finally understood why Zhuo always looked at her lovingly. Maybe she was similar to his dead granddaughter in some places.

Zhuo Lao came back to shoot the back of Qin Youle’s hand and said, “Youle, you and my granddaughter are really similar. It’s not your appearance, but your character and your understanding of the film.”

“So you want…”

“Yes,” said Zhuo earnestly, “she always hopes that one day her script can be put on the screen. She said she also wants to prove that Zhuo’s granddaughter can.”