I become a big star after I sleep

Chapter 211 Birthday Present
On the fully transparent viewing platform on the large flat floor, the pattering raindrops hit the glass, and then quickly flowed down the glass, forming crooked traces, which distorted and shattered the scenery outside.

"Come on, Zhou Jiaolun, pull monsters! Pull monsters!"

"Someone is pulling, some is pulling, don't worry!"

The passionate shouts and crackling keyboard knocking made the glass of the observation deck tremble.

Qin Muchu's gaze shifted from the book in his hand to the two young Internet addicts not far away...youth——Zhou Jianlun and Yang Mi.

One is in his 20s, and the other is almost [-]. It is obviously inappropriate to call him a teenager.

These two are not playing "Warcraft" now, but playing online games.

The kryptonite kind.

"That is to say, if you become a star, a normal child at this age spends a lot of money staying up late to play games. I guess my parents are worried about how to get married and live in the future."

Shaking his head, he put the book aside, rubbed his eyes lightly, and yawned.

After the concert, Zhou Jiaolun rejected the invitation of a group of friends to go to the nightclub to have a good time. He was so "disappointed" that he took Qin Muchu home, Yang Mi and Zhou Huimin were also there.

Zhou Jiaolun's flat is big enough for three more people to live there without any pressure.

Of course, bringing two girls home is not a matter of living, but an inconvenience.

If Qin Muchu wasn't there, he would have stayed in a hotel when he should have stayed.

Qin Muchu got up and wanted to pour a glass of water, when he saw Zhou Huimin, who was sitting cross-legged on the sofa opposite, had fallen on his back on the sofa at this moment, his mouth was slightly opened, a strand of hair hung on his lips, and his breath was blown up and down .

Somewhat funny.

She had asked Zhou Huimin to go to bed a long time ago, but she refused and insisted on waiting for Yang Mi to come with her.

Yang Mi doesn't know whether she will sleep or not tonight.

Qin Muchu stood up, walked lightly to Zhou Huimin's side, carefully brushed away the blown strands of hair, raised her chin with one hand, and closed her slightly opened mouth, while the other hand closed her mouth. Pinch her small nose.

After a while, Zhou Huimin, who was feeling breathless, was awakened by suffocation, her thin moth brows furrowed, and she opened Qin Muchu's hand wildly with both hands.

He also opened his confused eyes.

"what are you doing?"

Zhou Huimin was still asleep, her voice was soft and soft, and her expression was aggrieved, as if she had been bullied.

"Come with me."

After Qin Muchu said something, he turned and walked away.

"What are you going to do?"

Zhou Huimin rubbed her eyes, but couldn't get an answer, but she followed Qin Muchu obediently.

A notable feature of the mansions of the rich is that they do not turn off the lights—even if there is no one in that room right now.

Qin Muchu led Zhou Huimin into a guest room, which was exactly the room where Zhou Huimin and Yang Mi rested at night.

"What are you doing here?"

Zhou Huimin lowered his head and looked at Qin Muchu carefully, his fingers tangled together.

I don't know if it was Qin Muchu's illusion, but he seemed to hear some expectations from Zhou Huimin's voice.

Without thinking too much, he took out his phone and checked the time.

Eleven fifty-five at night.

"You still have time."

He muttered something, and then went to draw the curtains of the room.

Zhou Huimin's face flushed all the way to his ears, pointing at Qin Muchu and questioning:
"Little pervert, why did you draw the curtains?"

But the body does nothing to stop it.

Suddenly, her voice paused:
"Aren't the curtains closed originally? Why did you pull it open?"

Qin Muchu looked at Zhou Huimin strangely,

"How can you see it if you don't pull it away?"

Zhou Huimin was taken aback for a moment, then raised two eyebrows, went to Qin Muchu's side and beat him:
"Pervert! Who are you going to see! Pervert!"

Qin Muchu was stunned, what is this idiot doing?
Grab her two hands to prevent her from hitting him, although it doesn't hurt, it's like being coquettish.

It is completely incomparable with Yang Mi's boxing power.

"Are you sick? How do you see paintings if I don't open the curtains? Do you see through your eyes? Little Jew."

"Don't call me a little Jew! You are a little Jew! You are stingy and black-hearted! You want to squeeze employees all day long!"

Zhou Huimin immediately began to murmur, poking Qin Muchu's chest every time he said a word, feeling a lot of resentment.

Qin Muchu put his arms around the wall and let her poke him, looking at her without saying a word.

Sure enough, within two seconds, Zhou Huimin finally grasped the point of Qin Muchu's words, and looked up at Qin Muchu:

"Painting? What painting?"

Qin Muchu leaned against the wall and pointed to the right.

Zhou Huimin looked at it immediately.

After the curtain was opened, what was exposed was not a floor-to-ceiling window, but a huge rectangle that was about the same size as the wall, and the rectangle was covered by a black cloth.

"Is this... a painting?"

Zhou Huimin looked at Qin Muchu suspiciously.

If this is a painting, it would be too big, one wall just fit down, the wall of Zhou Jiaolun's room is not small.

And I don't understand, if this is really a painting, why did Qin Muchu want her to see it...

Is it...

Thinking of something suddenly, Zhou Huimin couldn't believe it, and blinked:

"birthday present?"

Yes, today is not only the day of Zhou Jianlun's concert, November 11th is also her birthday.

At tonight's concert Zhou Jianlun specially prepared a big cake for her and sang a birthday song.

Some other good friends also sent gifts in advance.

Yang Mi gave a homemade bracelet, Liu Xiqian gave a cub of her own kitten, and Zeng Li gave a Buddha-shaped pendant, which was said to have been consecrated by the master.

Zhou Jiaolun also gave Zhou Huimin a violin from his early days.

They are not expensive gifts, but they are full of friendship.

Only Qin Muchu said nothing.

This is also the reason why Zhou Huimin's "resentment" was so great just now.

……

"Uncover it yourself."

Qin Muchu pouted.

Zhou Huimin's eyes were filled with uncontrollable joy, he reached out and grabbed the black cloth, took a deep breath, and exerted all his strength.

The black cloth fluctuated and fell slowly like water waves, revealing the true face of the painting hidden behind it.

In the painting, the girl bends forward, puts her hands on her knees, and smiles like a flower facing forward, mischievous and full of vitality.

His eyebrows are curved and shiny, as if he is staring at someone outside the painting.

"Wow."

Zhou Huimin covered her mouth, the surprise on her face could no longer be concealed.

The girl in the painting is exactly her.

"Ah, ah, ah... did you draw it?"

She couldn't help the excitement in her heart, and shook Qin Muchu's hand for a while.

"Well, a birthday present."

Qin Muchu nodded.

Seeing this painting, I still have some waist pain.

Everyone gave Zhou Huimin birthday presents, and he was no exception.

Originally, I wanted to buy any jewelry, but people like Yang Mi... are too cumbersome.

You have to do something that emphasizes courtesy over affection.

He has nothing to show for it, the only thing he is suitable for is painting.

So this huge painting was painted.

This is all he has done in the past few days since he came to Taipei, and he didn't even listen to the film soundtrack that Zhou Jianlun made for him.

I worked fifteen or sixteen hours a day and painted for nearly ten days.

Don't think that this is nothing, after all, such a large painting can be painted for a year or two.

But who is Qin Muchu?

A human flesh camera, an emotionless drawing machine.

Painting has two characteristics: one is likeness, and the other is speed.

It's not easy for him to draw a picture for ten days, after all, he can finish two movies in ten days - the kind of comic strip.

"Who's the little Jew now?"

Qin Muchu tilted his head to look at Zhou Huimin.

This girl's eyes are full of pictures now, and her face is full of obsession and admiration.

Hearing Qin Muchu's words, he lowered his head in embarrassment, his lips twitched, but he couldn't hear what he said.

Qin Muchu didn't speak, and could fully understand Zhou Huimin's inner excitement at this moment.

Just kidding, such a big painting.

If someone gave him such a large portrait on his birthday, he would...beg for help with that person on the spot.

"Are you moved? Do you want to cry?"

Qin Muchu twisted Zhou Huimin's head.

At the same time, he made up his mind that if Zhou Huimin dared to say that he was not moved, he would... punch her and make her cry.

Since you can't be moved "from the inside out", it doesn't matter if you are moved "from the outside in".

I paint more than ten hours a day, and my waist and back hurt from painting. I am moved, but you are not moved?
Fortunately, Zhou Huimin nodded lightly, making Qin Muchu withdraw his fist that was protruding secretly.

Qin Muchu nodded in satisfaction.

Patting Zhou Huimin on the shoulder again:

"Put the same pose as in the picture, and let me see if it looks like it."

When he drew this painting, he relied purely on imagination because he had no reference.

However, his current imagination is also somewhat inhuman. Any picture can be shown in his mind with his imagination, as clear as watching TV with his eyes.

With this ability, small websites are no longer needed.

"it is good!"

Zhou Huimin happily stood in front of the painting, posed in the same pose, and showed a bright smile.

Qin Muchu looked at it, comparing the painting and the person, silently comparing the differences.

After a while, he waved his hand and said:
"Okay, except for a few places, there is no difference."

Zhou Huimin walked to Qin Muchu's side in two steps, and turned around to look at the painting with him.

"What's the difference?"

"Look there."

Qin Muchu pointed to a place.

Zhou Huimin looked along where Qin Muchu pointed.

"It's no different."

"Don't brag, your breasts are that big?"

"...Qin-Mu-Chu!"

……

Qin Muchu felt the "huhu" wind keep hitting his face, and opened his eyes in a daze.

"Fuck!"

When he just woke up, he saw a face only a few tens of centimeters away from him, so scared that Qin Muchu slapped that face.

However, in the next second, his hand was seized, not only unable to exert force, but also very painful.

At this time, he also fully woke up and recognized the face.

Angrily scolded:

"Yang Mi, are you sick! Why come to my place if you don't sleep?"

Yang Mi didn't speak, but let go of Qin Muchu's hand, squinting at Qin Muchu:
"Did you draw that painting in the room?"

Qin Muchu sat up, leaned against the bedside table, and let out a long breath.

At this time, my heart was still pounding.

"Yes, I drew it."

Although Yang Mi knew the answer a long time ago, after hearing Qin Muchu's confirmation, she still felt a sense of bitterness in her heart.

It's like eating bitter gourd soaked in vinegar.

She suddenly grabbed Qin Muchu's collar, approached his face, and fixedly stared into Qin Muchu's eyes:

"Why did you paint sister Huimin?"

Qin Muchu was silent for a while, and then said:

"Have you brushed your teeth yet? It's all smelly."

Yang Mi, who had a serious face just now, broke her skills in an instant,

"Nonsense, your mouth has taste!"

As she said that, she let go of Qin Muchu, covered her mouth with her hand, let out a breath, and frowned.

It seems to have a little taste.

I stayed up late last night playing games and got angry!Yes, it must be so!

Taking advantage of Yang Mi's breathlessness, Qin Muchu got out of bed, picked up the mobile phone next to the bed and checked the time, it was only 06:30 in the morning.

It was just dawn.

Draw the curtains and let the light in.

Qin Muchu yawned:

"Are you awake or are you awake?"

"Didn't sleep...don't change the subject, I'm asking why you drew such a big picture for Sister Huimin!"

Yang Mi didn't blink her eyes, her expression was serious.

"Birthday present, today...wasn't it her birthday yesterday? You all gave it, can I not give it?"

Qin Muchu stretched his waist and walked to the bathroom in the room.

Yang Mi was obviously not satisfied with the answer, so she immediately followed.

"Why is a painting given as a birthday present? And it's so big?"

"There's no reason for that, then why did you give the bracelet? I gave it when I thought about it, and I happen to be able to draw, otherwise what would I give her? Can I make a movie and give it to her?" Qin Muchu took it for granted.

Yang Mi had no words to refute for a while, gritted her teeth and struggled for a long time before saying:

"You have to draw one for my birthday next time!"

Her birthday this year has passed. In September, Qin Muchu was in Venice and sent a package.

"Row."

Qin Muchu squeezed out the toothpaste and began to brush his teeth.

Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in his waist.

Staring at Yang Mi who had pinched him and walked away, she cursed:

"Yang Mi, go to the hospital to see the brain department!"

"Humph!"

The only response to him was Yang Mi's cold snort.

Qin Muchu rubbed his waist.

This girl doesn't know what's going on.

Could it be...feeling that his gift is inferior to hers?
It must be so!

……

I originally planned to listen to Zhou Jianlun's soundtrack for the movie today, but this guy played games with Yang Mi last night until after five in the morning, and now he is sleeping like a dead pig.

It looks like I won't be able to wake up until the afternoon.

Yang Mi made a fuss with Qin Muchu early in the morning, and went back to her room to catch up on sleep.

During the period, when Qin Muchu walked past her and Zhou Huimin's room, she heard Zhou Huimin's exclamation, and the voices of "Mimi don't make trouble" and "Sister Huimin let me touch it" came intermittently.

There was too much information, Qin Muchu didn't dare to listen more.

Opening Zhou Jianlun's refrigerator, unexpectedly, there are many ingredients in it.

It is estimated that Zhou's mother prepared it.

I didn't see Zhou's mother and grandma this time, saying that they went back to their hometown in the countryside.

Using the existing ingredients, I made a simple breakfast—egg noodles, and sat on the sofa to watch the computer.

Mostly entertainment news.

Sure enough, last night Zhou Jianlun's concert grabbed the headlines.

In addition to the news that "Asian King's concert is full and the atmosphere is hot", the supporting guests, including the star audience, also received a lot of attention.

Moreover, there are some star audiences who didn't even know about Zhou Jiaolun and didn't show the camera at the scene, but were captured by the paparazzi and reported.

The song "Mine Mine" sung by Qin Muchu was highly discussed. Fans were asking what the name of the song was and why they hadn't heard it.

Some viewers even heard that "Mine Mine" and "I'm Not Worthy" use the same accompaniment, so they became even more curious.

One accompaniment, different lyrics, actually sang two feelings.

But these are Zhou Jiaolun's affairs, and Qin Muchu doesn't intend to respond.

At that time, if Zhou Jiaolun wants the song "Mine Mine", just give him the lyrics.

After watching the news for a while, there was nothing special. I was just about to turn off the computer, paused, and entered "Berlin Film Festival" in the search bar.

After all, it is necessary to sign up for this film festival, but there is still very little understanding of it.

Looking at the previous list of winners of the "Golden Bear Award" at the Berlin Film Festival, Qin Muchu was surprised to find that "Berlin" is quite friendly to Chinese directors.

The first Chinese to win the Golden Bear Award was from the Celestial Dynasty, Lao Mouzi's "Red Sorghum", and then Li An won it twice, Xie Fei once, and Wang Quan'an once.

And Wang Quan'an won "Tuya's Marriage" this year.

To be honest, Qin Muchu had never heard of the director Wang Quanan before, nor had he seen any of his works.

Including this "Tuya Marriage", which won the Golden Bear Award.

After some research, I found out that this director is also his old senior. He graduated from Yanying and is an art film director. His films are quite literary and artistic, and he has won many awards.

It's just not famous.

Qin Muchu didn't know how famous he was in the circle, because he rarely had contact with the circle, but he was definitely not well-known outside the circle.

Because Qin Muchu had never heard of this director in two lifetimes, let alone watched his movies.

It stands to reason that the director who won the Golden Bear Award is not at the same level as Lao Mouzi, but at least he is worthy of Feng Datie.

As a result, there was no movement at all.

This strengthened Qin Muchu's belief that Berlin's focus is on participation.

He is not a person who is very obsessed with art films. In fact, his aesthetics for movies are similar to most ordinary audiences.

He understands but doesn't like art films whose plots are boring, or which use extreme darkness and pain to express a certain idea.

Including "Lust, Caution", he appreciates the filming technique of this film, the rhythm of the plot, and the use of passionate scenes to express the tension of emotions, but he will not watch this film a second time.

If you read it a second time, it is definitely not because you want to watch it, but with a learning attitude.

To put it simply, what he watched "Lust, Caution" was not a movie, but how to make this movie.

Regardless of the director's identity, from an audience's point of view, he prefers movies such as "The Gift of Room No. [-]", "When Happiness Knocks on the Door", and "A Chinese Journey to the West".

Thoughtful and a great story.

This may be the difference between their generation of directors mentioned by Lao Mouzi and the new generation of directors like Qin Muchu.

Growing up in different backgrounds, they have different understandings of the world and different aesthetics of movies.

But it is undeniable that commercial films are the mainstream of movies, and only commercial films can drive the development of the film industry.

If they all go to make art films, then the wages in the entertainment industry are not as good as going to a factory to make screws.

Therefore, from a certain point of view, the Oscars, which take into account both "artistic" and "commercial", are the awards with relatively high "gold content".

If it does not engage in discrimination and political correctness.

After closing the search interface for "Berlin Film Festival", Qin Muchu entered "Oscar" again.

Suddenly, a lot of information appeared.

And the latest and most prominent one is "Lust, Caution hits the Oscars".

(End of this chapter)