Thousands of years

"Lao An, I'm counting on you to take care of these two days alone. Do you want to take a day off tomorrow?" Ning Yingjie saw his old friend's fatigue and asked, "I have been busy these two days. My side The production team in Shili happens to have something else to do, and everything is on you alone, it's too much."

Everything in the theater was pretty much tidied up, and the effects of the first two acts just now had already appeared. During the two days that Ning Yingjie couldn't take care of, An Jianing made outstanding achievements.

"It's okay, you are busy here right after you finish your work, and you can't separate yourself from it. I also have to adapt. After so many years of not moving, yesterday I became unfamiliar with our actors as directors."

The script in his hand has been turned over by An Jianing, it is "Shuangzhaojing" adapted from the "Legend of Butterfly Lovers".

An Jianing and Ning Yingjie originally wanted to integrate the drama with the local Hangzhou opera in Hangzhou to plan the play "Shuangzhaojing", but the Hangzhou opera is relatively less well-known than the Yue opera. Except for one of the selected art students is a Hangzhou opera , Shaoxing opera, all of them are Yueju opera majors.

Classics cannot be tampered with, but times change, and literary works must be revised in line with the value of the times. Thinking of the days when they had to hide them and keep struggling with choices, An Jianing sighed at the script he wrote.

Standing up, he rubbed his sore shoulders. The evil wind may have blown these two days, and An Jianing's shoulders throbbed and hurt from time to time.

"Hiss." Stretching out his hand to rub his sickly shoulder, An Jianing frowned and looked at the stage—the 'Shuangzhaojing' equipped with a lifting platform, no matter how you look at it, you can be fooled.

"I don't think the props in Shuangzhaojing are well done. They look too fake, especially the water waves on the electronic screen. They look like plastic when they are far away."

"I also thought at the time, no, I'll find the props group in our poem at that time. Now some manufacturers are also good and bad." Ning Yingjie stood up and followed the eyes of his old friend, "I'll come, I'll find man."

Broken bridges and white embankments are all stories, and there are spring dynasties everywhere in the West Lake.In the blink of an eye, more than half a month later, "Shili West Lake" was simultaneously broadcast on Zhejiang Satellite TV and major film and television apps as a star drama.

With the previous hit before it was broadcast, it is now officially released. Although it is still well received, there are also many almost harsh scrutiny that have picked out the faults in the details of the play.

[I want to buy sweet-scented osmanthus with wine: I think everyone is too harsh, or some people watch too much of those purely funny ones?Some statements are obviously the private setting of those dramas, and it is not the fault of "Shili" and still hold on? 】

[Non-professional film critic: To be fair, it is because the poem is popular before it is aired, and some people’s assumptions about the poem must be flawless. Personally speaking, this is the most elegant one I have seen in recent years. For this film, it is said that in the poem there is a doctoral supervisor who specializes in Song history to guide the historical content. Personally, I think it is really rare from this attitude. 】

[I'm not a troll, don't private message me again: First of all, I want to emphasize again, I'm not a troll who bought black people.Secondly, I admit that maybe our requirements are a bit high, but there is a problem with the etiquette of the actors, they look loose and sleepy. Doesn’t the director know how to look at it? 】

[It’s okay for you to be weird: You are talking about our college student actors, right?We have done our best, we cannot blame the crew...]

[I'm not a troll, don't private message me anymore: Aren't you scolding yourself?Look at the state of their starring roles, as if they had drunk ten catties of wine. 】

[It's okay for you to blame: Isn't Li Qingzhao just drinking every day?How many of her words are full of wine, "deep sleep does not dissipate the residual wine", "three cups and two light wine", "drunk without knowing the way back", "forgot to leave, the wine cup is deep and shallow"... still use me Give you an example? 】

Today's young people, as long as it is something they approve of, even if they try their best to be scolded, they must protect it, and never care about whether it will be calculated behind their backs.

In the country, in the culture, and in the times, this is obviously not a wrong thing, but there is no shortage of fan books and fans, who end up hurting others and themselves—after all, they need the guidance of the campus and society to make this high-spirited spirit go on the right path. way.

[I'm not a troll, don't private message me anymore: So, she's just a dainty dress every day, drinking away her worries? 】

[It's okay for you to be weird: isn't it? 】

[I'm not a troll, don't private message me anymore: that's fine, I won't listen to people like you if I don't talk to you. 】

[It’s okay for you to blame: No need, you can give me examples to convince me, have you heard of 'wet with tears and fat and powder', 'lightly unraveling Luoshang, and alone on the orchid boat'?I haven't heard of it before. Search it with a browser. They are all written by Li Qingzhao himself. You can know it even if you have read "Shili"! 】

"Lao Ning, it has to be this group of college students, who are more powerful than their specially hired sailors." In the familiar teahouse, An Jianing drank one cup after another happily, and now he was a little drunk. "I heard from Ning Yunfan that they also said that high school is the pinnacle of intelligence, but now it's no longer possible. Isn't that right?"

"Hey..." Ning Yingjie ordered a pot of fetal chrysanthemum to reduce anger today. Spring is already full of fire, and when Shili is officially released, Ning Yingjie's mouth is dry these days.

"Actually, after we edited the film, I also found that there are still some details. Those are not necessarily hired sailors, as some film critics said, because the poem became popular before it was broadcast, and everyone's expectations are relatively high."

"Then you don't plan to make a film version of "Shili West Lake" and then go to the theater?"

No one is perfect, even a sage cannot guarantee that everything can be done perfectly, let alone such a large crew, you do yours, I do mine, and then coordinate together, "Shili" is indeed well done Not bad anymore.

"I have this plan, but let's wait until our "Shuangzhaojing" premieres next month...don't worry."

The thick fetal chrysanthemum made people's mouth bitter, Ning Yingjie frowned slightly, and swallowed it like a sip of bitter medicine: "Actually, I plan to go abroad to try again after the domestic release, of course I have to watch it first Is there anyone willing to introduce copyright?"

"Chinese clothing, food, poetry, and utensils must be promoted internationally in a suitable way, otherwise, as An Ji and the others said, the world only knows its beauty but does not know its source. In the eyes of some people, the treasures of the ancestors It's someone else's."

"Not at all, at least now that the country is strong and prosperous, our culture must be recognized internationally." An Jia Ning took a sip of tea, and glanced at the yellow and green tea soup in the old friend's cup, feeling bitter on his tongue, "Drink If you don’t go down, don’t drink it, your body still doesn’t need it.”

"I'm fine. I got angry recently, and my mouth just got blisters two days ago." Ning Yingjie waved his hand and poured himself another glass.

The cup was not finished yet, so he picked out another cup from the washed cup next to him, poured half of it, and pretended to push it to An Jianing.

The latter waved his hands again and again, refusing incoherently.

"Hey, drink some too!" Seeing that the old friend didn't seem willing to take the teacup after saying nothing, Ning Yingjie didn't insist, picked up the cup, raised his neck, and drank all the chrysanthemum tea in it .

"Didn't you tell me you had a toothache two days ago? This is also a sign of getting angry. We are not young, so we have to take care of our health, otherwise we will be scrapped before we can hug our grandson!"

While speaking, the tea soup hanging on the cup has turned into fluorescent green tea stains, hanging on the cup, layer by layer, just like the green waves in the distant mountains.

Picking up the cup directly from Ning Yingjie's hand, An Jianing poured himself half a cup of chrysanthemum tea: "Okay, stop reading, I'll drink..."

After taking a sip of chrysanthemum tea, it was not as bitter as imagined. Just as An Jianing was about to open his mouth to say something, he was suddenly choked back by the bitterness rising from his throat. After a while, he said, "It's actually not bad."

The incense in the house was burned out again, An Jianing and Ning Yingjie, a pair of old friends, stood up tacitly, settled the bill, and walked out chatting all the way.

"You said that your family's An Ji and our Ning Yunfan are not in a hurry. Seeing that the two of them are also rushing to their thirties, it will be dangerous to have children when they get older." Just after leaving the teahouse, Ning Yingjie didn't know what to think. What, suddenly brought the topic to the two children.

"They're not in a hurry, but we elders must be in a hurry! Seeing that both of them are quite promising in their careers, we should be sure to settle down on the marriage quickly."

Because of Ning Yingjie's relationship, Ning's father and Ning's mother never urged or managed the marriage of the two children.As a result, Ning Yingjie became the most stressed out of the crowd.

"Hey, children's affairs, let them make their own plans!"

Just now, the gossip mentioned the performance of the play, and now An Jianing's temples are bulging.Thinking back to the year when the first performance had a promotional event, the attendance rate was still bleak, An Jianing's heart was in a mess, and she was somewhat absent-minded when responding to her old friend.

Realizing the perfunctory in his tone, An Jianing hurriedly added: "I mean, the children have their own plans. I also talked to Yun Fan the other day, and he said they knew it well."

"They've been exhausted until now, Lao An, you can't follow them too much. When we are old, who will help them take care of the children?"

"Can we help now?" An Jianing ruthlessly poked at his old friend, "My own career is not as good as his two children, so how can I help them take care of their children?"

"I think you can't be urged by your own family, and you want to hug a grandniece!"

Ning Yingjie, who had been punctured, shrugged: "Then they will see for themselves, or else, as you said, there is me."

"You are busier than them every day."

"That……"

"Let them think about the children's affairs for themselves. Why do you always worry about it? We don't care about the children until our own affairs are settled."

Of course Ning Yingjie understands that it is useless to be anxious, but when it comes to children, he always has to worry: "Okay, okay, my brother and my sister-in-law are not in a hurry, and you are not in a hurry, it seems that I am that evil parent ah!"

"We haven't mixed in for so many years, aren't they both fine? They are young people, they don't need us."

The topic of juniors was completely out of the question, and the topic of a pair of old friends finally returned to their own careers.

"Look at the latest comment section...Lao Ning, your movie isn't intended to be a continuation of our drama, is it?"

[Lingling listen to bamboo songs: spring dawn on Su Causeway, wind and lotus in Quyuan, autumn moon in Pinghu Lake, remnant snow on a broken bridge, do you think the poems are cultural tourism propaganda?Isn't this the proper Ten Scenes of West Lake? 】

[Lingling listens to Zhuge: To be honest, why does it feel like the scriptwriter seems to be writing the story a little unfinished...Of course, it may be that I am more yearning for this kind of misty Zen.]

"Is this just a matter of leaving a plot hook? It just so happens that short episodes are also encouraged now." Ning Yingjie did not deny what his old friend said, but just made this not easy thing sound worth mentioning, "Original If you want to leave blank space to create a sense of haze, what’s the problem if you just stop the camera at Leifeng Pagoda or the mouth of the well?”

"Besides, it's not your dream alone to make a play, and you're not allowed to pay for my dream in advance?" Ning Yingjie said something childish, and I don't know if it was deliberate or if he mentioned the dream. Can you be younger?
"Old An, you just..."

We have been friends for many years, and they all belong to the same industry.How could An Jianing not know how much Ning Yingjie had paid for this?
On the shore of the West Lake in spring, you can hardly see the scenery in the distance, and all you can see is the crowd.

Broken Bridge and Su Causeway, if you have a bird's-eye view of today's West Lake, you may only see the outline of the grand scene, and the rest are tourists from the prosperous age.

The noodles are golden, the lotus root arms are beautiful, but it's a pity that there are as many boats on the West Lake as dumplings, and the "mountain scenery is empty" is less, and it is more common to have "variation of 10 people".

People are crowded, people are walking shoulder to shoulder, and thanks to the fact that the West Lake Scenic Area is like this every year, there is already a set of scientific coping methods, otherwise I don’t know how many dangers there will be.

But An Jianing and Ning Yingjie didn't have the guts to join in the fun, and they went home by bicycle, bypassing the West Lake.

"Come back so early today? Aren't you guys going to have a performance soon? Don't worry about it anymore?" He Yanqing was at home on the weekend and just dealt with the problem sent by the student's WeChat. He planned to ask his daughter if he would come back for lunch today. Unexpectedly, An Jianing came back.

"Ah, isn't Lao Ning's poem released today? The two of us chatted, and then he also took a rest."

"Oh."

He Yanqing responded, and An Jianing realized that the former had already entered the kitchen to wash vegetables in just these two sentences.

An Jianing, who was belatedly aware of it, finished changing the clothes at home, washed his hands and sat on a chair for a while. He was about to help out in the kitchen when he heard He Yanqing suddenly mention: "Now you have reunited for drama. Take the curtain and go to the theater as soon as possible."

"Ah?" An Jianing, who had half stepped into the kitchen, was taken aback, and immediately realized, "Then when the time comes..."

Now that the dreams of the past are regained, the failure of the past is no longer an untouchable topic, and An Jianing's words are full of ease.

"Ah what?" Knowing that her husband had already entered the kitchen, He Yanqing did not turn her head back, but her voice was three points lower than before, "I didn't say anything about you when I piled up so much dirt at home, but now you can all rags It’s been re-sewn, and there’s still soil left at home?”

The wind raised the chili smoke in the pot, and the choking breath exploded in the air, An Jianing coughed a few times, humming in response to He Yanqing's words.