I'm the director, I'm not bad

Chapter 394 392. Shadow's Family Portrait (13)

Driving the car, Xu Xin dialed Yang Mi's number.

"Dudu... Hey, do you want someone to pick you up?"

The wife's care is sent as soon as possible.

Xu Xin sighed:

"Oh...no need, I just sent Zhao Benshan to the hospital."

"……what?"

Yang Mi was a little confused:
"What do you mean?"

"Literally, I drank too much alcohol and my blood pressure went up. I came to the hospital for observation overnight."

"Oh. I thought something was wrong. I was shocked. So you come back now?"

"I can't come back, I may have to go back later tonight."

"Want to go out to play?"

"No, I'm going to the old man's place. At the dinner table just now, Zhang Weiping and Zhao Benshan had a conflict..."

"what???"

Yang Mi was dumbfounded again.

After Xu Xin told the whole story, Yang Mi frowned.

After thinking about it, she first asked:

"You didn't drink, did you?"

"No."

"Well...then concentrate on driving, and this matter...don't tell Director Zhang to separate the two of you. Now is not the time to talk about this...Brother, do you understand what I mean?"

Hearing this, Xu Xin frowned:
"Why do you say that?"

"It's very simple. This Zhang Weiping must be a villain. It's very troublesome to deal with this kind of villain. You have to let Director Zhang realize that it's time to cut him off.

At most, you and Sister Mo can only say from the sidelines that Director Zhang is so affectionate, it is unrealistic for you, a junior, to directly ask him not to contact Zhang Weiping.

All we have to do is scuttle the ship in the dark.I think Zhang Weiping is like this to Zhao Benshan, and he must have a handle on Director Zhang's side...

Although it may be that I am too dark, if I handle this matter...not to mention, the matter between him and Chen Ting, I will be able to bring him to an end.

Think about it, let's not mention "Three Shots" first. Director Zhang's reputation is because the Olympic Games are in full swing. There are simply not too many methods.

So at this time, you must not start a confrontation, you have to get everything right..."

Yang Mi's words made Xu Xin's mind gradually calm down.

After thinking about it, he said:
"The old man did talk to me about the child today. Yinan has missed a year of elementary school, and he must go to school next year at the latest. But now the child still can't get a birth certificate and can't get a household registration... Has my father left? ?”

"No, I'm watching TV outside."

"Then you talk to him about this and ask... to see how to deal with it. See if you can find someone... or follow a procedure that can handle this matter well... and you need someone who can handle it. The result of minimizing risk... get what I mean?"

"Understood, I'll tell you now."

"Well... I'll go back as soon as possible."

"Then drive slowly."

"it is good."

Xu Xin responded and hung up the phone.

Then, he didn't call Zhang Mo, nor did he ask if the old man came back.

Instead, plan to wait in the parking lot.

If Zhang Mo was with Zhang Weiping at this time, it would be inappropriate to call him.

Driving all the way to Shanshui Wenyuan, I saw Zhang Mo's Cayenne parked there at a glance.

This is already back?
He quickly parked the car and rang the doorbell.

"Click."

The security door opens.

Xu Xin opened the door and walked in.

He went upstairs all the way, opened the door, and saw Zhang Mo and the old man sitting on the sofa, and Zhou Xiaofeng was sitting next to him.

The old man was still reading a letter in his hand.

"coming."

"Hmm... what are you looking at?"

"A letter from Takakura Ken to my dad."

"Uh……"

Xu Xin nodded, and after saying hello to Zhou Xiaofeng, he sat on the sofa and took out the ashtray and lit a cigarette.

The atmosphere in the room was silent.

Xu Xin didn't know... Did the old man tell Zhang Mo what happened just now?

I don't know if Zhou Xiaofeng knows.

If the old man didn't say it, then it's not appropriate for him to say it.

Just sit on the side silently.

Until Zhang Yimou read the letter.

"Ugh……"

He seemed a little tired. After putting down the letter, he didn't intend to put it away, but looked at Xu Xin and said:

"I'm a little tired tonight, you can talk to Momo, I'm going to rest."

"Eh, well..."

Xu Xin quickly stood up, and then said:

"Mr. Benshan, I was sent to the hospital for observation. My blood pressure was a little high, and it dropped after taking the medicine. But I didn't let him go. Instead, I called Shen Xiaoyang to come. Now I'm in the hospital for observation all night."

"okay."

Zhang Yimou nodded and went straight upstairs.

And the letter was on the coffee table.

After thinking about it, Xu Xin picked it up.

There are rows of very chic handwriting on it.

At first glance, the pen used for writing seems to be a brush...

"My friend,
Takahama Kyoko's haiku once said: Under the cold light, write two lines and delete one line.

When I wrote this letter, my mood was like this haiku, lonely and hesitant.

When I wrote this letter, I had just finished reading "A Story About Noodles" (English translation by Three Guns).

My friend, is your state of mind still the same as that ancient pond?
If so, why did a frog jump into it and make a drumbeat?
Since the Olympic Games, I have prayed for you in the Buddha Hall.

Someone asked me what I was praying for, and I told him with a smile: I am praying that everything goes well for you and that you are in good health.

But there is one thing that I didn't say, and I didn't even dare to look at the gods.

I am afraid.

Especially after watching the Olympics, after I wrote that congratulatory hand letter in August last year, I spent every day in panic.

My friend, Akutagawa Ryunosuke once said: "Conceit, lust, doubt—for 3000 years, all evils have originated from these three, and all virtues may have been born from these three."

And my fear is that when a hero shoulders the expectations of the world and completes it, whether he will fall into the book written by Mr. Gu Long that you recommended to me, the sword hero Ye Gucheng, you put yourself He was deeply trapped in a lonely city that he forged with his own hands.

I pray to the gods, I pray that your inspiration will never dry up, and that every step of yours is the fate that art should be.

Until I finished reading "The Story About Noodles".

I know, my fears come true.

My friend, as an international director, you have to stick to your inner choice of art, and don't be restrained and controlled by the producer.

"A Story About Noodles," not your movie.

You have been kidnapped.

It is strange and immature.

I refuse to admit it's your movie.

Because I know that although it belongs to you, its soul has been replaced by a dull, empty, boring fake.

I don't know if my advice will make you sad.

But I just want you to know how I feel at this moment.

It took me a lot of energy to read Chinese translation books.

So much so that I had a belly full of words, but it seemed so pale when written on paper.

I forgot many things I wanted to say.

But I will still pray to the gods that all your unhappiness and confusion will be forgotten in this movie.

Snowing.

The world should be white and clean.

In addition, the Hermès people have already wrapped the interior of the Jaguar prepared for you before, and I drive it every day to let it pass the break-in period.

When in your hands, you will drive very comfortably.

Friend: Takakura Ken

Written next to the stove under the snow on December [-]th. "

After reading the two pages, Xu Xin didn't know what to say for a while.

After thinking about it, he handed the letter to Zhou Xiaofeng who was beside him.

After Zhou Xiaofeng finished reading it, he handed it to Zhang Mo.

The three of them read it in turn. Amid the smell of tobacco, Zhang Mo silently sorted out the letter and put it in an envelope before saying to Xu Xin:

"What... what do you think?"

"..."

Xu Xin thought silently.

For a moment, he shook his head:
"I don't have anything to say. Is there any clue about Yinan's going to school?"

Zhang Mo was taken aback.

Obviously, he didn't expect Xu Xin to ask this.

Then he shook his head:
"No……"

"I'll ask my dad in the past few days to see if there is any relationship that can be used. There is nothing else..."

"Then I'll ask Zhang Weiping tomorrow for Aunt Ting's ID card."

"...Aunt Ting's ID card is with him?"

Xu Xin frowned suddenly.

"Yes, Aunt Ting doesn't go out very much, so I put it all at his place. He said that he will issue a birth certificate..."

"Then don't ask. Make up a new one, this matter... don't tell anyone. After making up, take it in your own hands, and I'll see how to deal with it."

"……it is good."

"Well, then I'll go back. There's an audition tomorrow, Mr. Zhou, shall we go together?"

Zhou Xiaofeng nodded:

"it is good."

Zhang Mo sent the two of them to the parking lot together:
"Then see you tomorrow."

"okay."

Xu Xin responded, said goodbye to Zhou Xiaofeng, and left the parking lot first.

Then, after a long circle, he folded back again.

But instead of going up, he called Zhang Mo.

Soon, Zhang Mo, who had changed into pajamas and pajamas and a big down jacket, returned to the parking lot and got into the car.

The parking lot is also heated, so the temperature doesn't feel cold.

He closed the car, rolled down the window, and lit a cigarette.

"Teacher Zhou was there just now, and there are some things I can't say clearly."

"Ah."

"Is there any conflict between Zhang Weiping and Aunt Ting? Why did it take so long for a birth certificate?"

"……Have."

After speaking, Zhang Mo thought for a while and said:
"wait for me."

Then she got out of the car.

She didn't come back until Xu Xin finished smoking a cigarette.

After getting into the car like a thief, I handed over a photo:
"Give."

"...?"

Xu Xin took a look and found that it was a group photo.

"From my dad's study. My dad doesn't do graphic photography, you know?"

"know."

Xu Xin nodded.

Although the old man was a photographer, he never took pictures of anyone... The pictures here refer to artistic photos.

Because he firmly believes that flat photos can affect the thinking of film narratives.

"Who is this……"

"My grandma."

"... Then this person is Aunt Ting?"

"Correct."

Looking at the young and beautiful woman Xu Xin pointed at, Zhang Mo nodded:

"It's pretty, isn't it?"

"Well, indeed."

In the photo, the old man's mother is sitting in the middle, and the boy in her arms should be Yinan.

The younger boy in the old man's hand should be Yiding.

And the baby in the arms of that young and beautiful woman should be Yijiao.

"For so many years... I actually feel sorry for Aunt Ting. Let's talk about my dad's life in Wuxi... no matter how late my dad goes back, Aunt Ting will always wait for my dad to come back. Then the two of them went from knowing each other to being pregnant, Having a child... Aunt Ting, including Aunt Ting's parents, never actually asked for anything from my dad. Do you know how I feel when I look at them sometimes? I feel wronged for Aunt Ting..."

Zhang Mo sighed:

"Ah... Aunt Ting is like a shadow in the dark, and this shadow is holding a stove in its hand. My dad came back, and the shadow quickly brought the stove over to help my dad warm up. And when my dad is leaving When I was there, she silently wiped all the fingerprints on my dad's body, as if they never existed... Do you know where this photo was taken?"

"...Photo studio? Isn't this a curtain?"

"No, it was at home. My dad borrowed something from the photo studio at home and took this photo. This is a real family portrait...and when this photo was taken, I was still in the United States. Ting My aunt didn't dare to tell me, neither did my dad... Later, after I divorced, our relationship completely eased, and my dad... just like a thief facing a judge, he pushed this photo in front of me..."

A wry smile appeared on Zhang Mo's face.

The wry smile was full of distress.

"Tell me... this was taken when Yijiao was full moon, I was in the United States... not divorced, you understand? That's what it means... as if I was afraid that I would blame him and lose my temper, saying... don't blame Aunt Ting, let’s take a picture together.”

"..."

Xu Xin was silent.

After thinking about it, he asked:

"What happened later? Did you shoot it?"

"I took it, but I didn't ask my dad to wash it, so I put it in the computer. I told my dad: don't wash this photo, you can't let Aunt Ting follow you for a lifetime like this. When will you get the certificate?" Yes, it’s announced. If there are doubts from the outside world, you can send this photo. Let everyone see that I am in this family portrait. I agree, and stop everyone’s mouths. Then we will develop the photo openly, and we will Hanging in our living room..."

"..."

Xu Xin was silent again.

And Zhang Mo took the cigarette on the center console and lit one for himself.

"Pfft...Auntie Ting is a good woman, really, Xu Xin, in this life...including my mother, I have never seen anyone treat my father so well. And after so many years of hard work, I choose to endure every grievance...you just Didn’t you ask me what grievances she has with Zhang Weiping? Let me tell you, Zhang Weiping hates Aunt Ting very much.”

"...???"

Xu Xin was taken aback.

Zhang Mo sneered, and a disgusting stench came out of his mouth and nose:

"The original words, the original words we talked about, do you know what my dad said to me? He said: "Now he also proposes to let me leave Ting Ting and the children, saying that they have greed for me, and let me ignore them .

how can that be possible?
I leave such a big family behind and don't care, just hang out with you alone, and then work hard for you? "

Zhang Weiping is not good at building relationships with others, you know that?Everyone started warmly with him, and later turned against him.

Just according to what my dad said: the relatives and friends around me, he didn't look down on them in the end, and they couldn't say well... Especially in the past ten years, I have almost become a loner. "

Xu Xin's fire came up with a "bass".

The old man's temper is indeed soft.

This can be seen from the fact that he never contradicts other people's opinions, but chooses to listen.

Can……

"Isn't this fucking bullying!"

"That's right...but...you have to admit that Zhang Weiping has fought a lot for my dad. Especially in the first few years...do you know what methods those people used to get my dad to help them make movies? It's exactly the same as his mother's evil forces. If it weren't for Zhang Weiping...my dad would have suffered a lot. So...you understand?"

"..."

Xu Xin had no way of knowing what happened to the old man when he was young.

But from what Zhang Mo heard, the relationship between him and Zhang Weiping is actually quite complicated.

But complicated is complicated, he still doesn't accept it.

But for the same reason, it is actually useless to say that now.

His mind began to spin rapidly, thinking about everything...

After thinking about it, suddenly, he said:

"I try my best to find reliable people. If I find someone, first of all...maybe the two of them will have to get a certificate. I think it is necessary to get this certificate. Firstly, it is a matter of legal procedures, and secondly...you have to give it to Aunt Ting Confess, give the children an explanation. Now Yinan and Yiding are growing up a little bit... This kind of thing like an illegitimate child has too much influence on the children's childhood."

"I support your idea... But to be honest, I really don't have any connections... As you can see, my dad still has some energy in the film industry. He is really not good at other places... Many people think that he is a great director, and he is very powerful in all aspects of society. But he is really not... and he is not very good at dealing with those people."

"That's okay, I'm here."

Xu Xin didn't take this seriously at all.

there is him.

There is an old man.

I dare not say "disaster for the country and the people", but there are some things that others cannot do, but he can really do.

"That's it... Sister Mo, we will start to solve these old sesame seeds and rotten millet matters now. I am responsible for doing it, and you are responsible for hiding it. The old man will not just watch me and Zhang Weiping have conflicts. His temper... must be The two parties should be peacemakers. So, no matter whether it is getting a marriage certificate in the future, or punishment for giving birth to a child, etc..."

"I'll face it, I did everything."

"Correct."

Xu Xin nodded:
"After all, you are the old man's daughter, and the daughter protects the father. It's only right and proper. Whatever Zhang Weiping is doing, at worst, you can do it with him! Whether it's arguing or making trouble, you can hide it for as long as you can, and trust it for as long as you want... It's best to do this Zhang Weiping will never know about this matter. Including the child's schooling...Can Aunt Ting and the three children come to Yanjing?"

"Yes, you can come here to go to school after getting registered permanent residence... My dad has been very opposed to children going abroad to study alone after my incident..."

"..."

Xu Xin was speechless for a while.

so good.

The eldest daughter set a negative example for the whole family.

but……

"That's fine, this matter...you don't have to worry about it, I will take care of it. I will try my best to keep everything to a minimum. The best situation is to do everything quietly, and next year everything will enter On the right track. And without the burden... let the old man choose the rest, how about it?"

"it is good!"

Zhang Mo nodded.

Then he said to Xu Xin sincerely:

"Thank you!"

"fine."

Xu Xin shook his head:

"That's it, give me some time. You go to Wuxi recently, and explain to Auntie Ting what we discussed in person... and keep it from the old man first, so don't put any pressure on him. Wait until he does it." When we are talking."

"Ok!"

"That's it. I'll go back and discuss it with my dad."

"Okay, thank you."

Zhang Mo said thank you again.

But Xu Xin laughed:
"Haha, it's okay, leave it to me."

Although he is not confident, he will do his best to solve this matter perfectly.

……

"Wow..."

Xu Daqiang sat on the chair in the restaurant, his eyes narrowed.

The couple sat next to each other and didn't disturb his thinking.

but……

Yang Mi has to admit one thing.

That's... After listening to these things from my husband's mouth, the two of them felt.

First, I feel sorry for Aunt Ting.

The second is... Zhang Weiping with your grandma's legs...

And Xu Daqiang was silent for about a minute, then nodded:

"Director Zhang, he is our family's benefactor. We must help with this matter... However, this matter cannot be done in Yanjing, because it has too much to do with it... It is easy to talk about it in Shenmu. It’s covered tightly. But...you can’t do it. Because when the day comes, people will ask you why you’re in Shenmu? What’s wrong with Shenmu? Is there any twists and turns?”

"Yes, that's what I thought when I came back. The best way is to do it locally in Wuxi..."

"Then ask friends to ask friends. It's just that it takes time to keep it secret...but it's easy to do. Let's do it, it's easy to say."

Xu Daqiang waved his hand:

"This matter has to be done aboveboard, and it can stand anyone's investigation. First, you can't spend money, and second, you need to have enough exchange... It's nothing more than benefits. Expand the city's influence, increase income, publicize and erect the image... ...That's all. You can't help me for nothing. You have to have enough things..."

"The kind that you want to do in a fair and aboveboard manner?"

"That's right... think about it, I'm going to ask a few friends. Okay?"

"Ah."

Xu Xin nodded:
"I'm also thinking about how to do this."

"Ang. It's definitely possible to do it... This way, it's divided into two ends. On the one hand, it's the formalities, and on the other hand... let the baby go to school first. There is no delay in going to school. There are still a few years for a primary school... to go to school first. That's it. On the other hand, there are people, those who play cards today can help. You go back and talk to Director Zhang, and get a private elementary school first, okay?"

"It means to go to school first? The matter of student status will be dealt with later?"

"Right, otherwise, what are you going to do? Let the baby delay for a year or two? Delaying no one can delay the baby's studies."

"...It's fine, the secret work..."

"Oh, take the money! Stop talking! A student, unremarkable. Who else knows what's going on except the class teacher? Don't worry, just play a table of mahjong tomorrow."

Xu Daqiang waved his hand indifferently:
"It's very simple."

"..."

Hearing this, Xu Xin didn't speak yet.

On the contrary, Yang Mi, the doggy leg, said:
"Uncle Xu."

"what?"

"Too awesome~"

"Ahahahaha~"

(End of this chapter)