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Chapter 1 My Father Tian Zhuangzhuang

2003, Beijing Film Academy, Male Dormitory 208.

Tian Xiaole woke up in bed in a daze, shook his still dizzy head, and looked at the familiar dormitory in front of him. There were only two beds in the room of more than ten square meters.

"Isn't this the Beijing Film Academy dormitory?"

Tian Xiaole was surprised and patted his head to make sure he was not dazzled or having delusions.

"Wasn't I filming 'Changjin Lake'? How did you get here?"

The 2020 film "Changjin Lake" based on the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea was filmed in Dandong. Because of his father's relationship, Tian Xiaole was assigned to Chen Kaige's team as a photographer.

When filming an explosion scene, the prop master was careless and did not bury the explosives according to the route, which caused him to step on the explosion point while carrying the camera to follow the filming.

When I opened my eyes again, I saw a familiar environment.

His hands were white and slender, not roughened by years of carrying a camera, and his shoulders were fine.

He thought back to his previous life and realized that he had played a good hand of cards badly.

My father, Tian Zhuangzhuang, was the first director of the fifth generation (of course, before Chen Kaige won the Palme d'Or), but he was forced to take a ten-year break because of the movie "Green Grass".

Fortunately, my family has strong connections and the older generation has made great contributions to the film industry, otherwise I would have been provided with food and accommodation for ten years.

Influenced by his father, Tian Xiaole felt that being a director was a high-risk profession, so he applied for the Photography Department of Beijing Film Academy.

Because his mother died early, he became a loner, had few friends, and remained unknown until graduation.

When I was in school, I never told anyone that my father was Tian Zhuangzhuang, my grandfather was Tian Fang, and my grandmother was Yu Lan.

With such a good background, it is not an exaggeration to call him the prince of the Beijing film and television industry.

Later, no information about Tian Xiaole could be found on the Internet.

In my previous life, I had a dull personality and although I didn't achieve much, I was still okay.

Because of my family background, I have no shortage of opportunities to carry a camera.

Since God gave him the chance to live again, he wanted to live differently and experience the happiness he had not enjoyed.

"Xiao Le, you've been sleeping all afternoon. Do you want to go eat together?"

My roommate Park Jong-hwa pushed the door open and came in, speaking broken Chinese.

He is Korean and is a graduate student in photography at the Beijing Film Academy. He is one of Tian Xiaole's few friends.

He is 1.72 meters tall, slightly fat, with shoulder-length hair, like a rock musician, and has a very vulgar smile.

"Go on your own. I'm not hungry yet."

Tian Xiaole sent Park Jong-hwa away and went to the bathroom to wash his face with cold water.

The appearance in the mirror inherited the family-style thick eyebrows, in addition to the deep eye sockets and dark and bright pupils.

The nose and mouth are very ordinary, just like someone in the crowd on the street.

In his previous life, he was a well-known photographer who collaborated with many famous domestic directors and won the Best Photographer Award several times.

Countless young boys and girls dream of becoming famous overnight and becoming big stars.

She tried every possible way to please him, flirting with him and even going to him on her own initiative.

But he remained indifferent and fell in love with a pure third- or fourth-tier actress. He introduced her to countless resources and brought her into the Beijing circle.

She also won the favor of many big directors and quickly became a hot star.

The temporary success made her go to her head.

Forgetting the promise they made, she told Tian Xiaole that she wanted to put her career first and didn't want her career to be affected by her relationship.

When she thought her career would reach new heights after leaving Tian Xiaole, her so-called connections and friends all ignored and excluded her.

Big directors terminated their cooperation with her one after another, and the Beijing circle tacitly banned her.

In the eyes of the Beijing circle, she has always been an outsider. Without Tian Xiaole's background, no one would look up to her.

This is the united and xenophobic Beijing circle, and there are many factions in the film and television circle.

For example, the Shanghai circle, the Northwest Gang, the Shanxi Gang, etc.

The entertainment industry is a big melting pot, only fools would pursue naivety. It's a circle where everyone does business and exchanges interests.

Tian Xiaole doesn't want to stay in the photography department anymore. He has been carrying cameras for most of his life and is already tired of it. So he decides to start by changing departments.

Having made up his mind about the goal, he had to go home and ask his father to help him transfer to another department, otherwise it would be quite troublesome. He found a coat and put it on, then walked out of the school.

I said hello to Mr. Zhang at the security office. It only took more than ten minutes to get from school to home.

The whitewashed exterior walls of the alley are being repainted and renovated in preparation for the Olympic Games six years later.

Tian Xiaole knocked on the door of a two-story courtyard house, and soon a voice came from inside.

"coming!"

An old woman with a kind face and white hair opened the door. When she saw that it was her eldest grandson, her eyes were full of love.

"Grandma." (A tough guy's coquettish voice)
Tian Xiaole walked forward and hugged the old man in front of him, shaking his body coquettishly, his voice a little hoarse.

Yu Lan always loved him and lived to be 99 years old in her previous life.

At that time, Tian Xiaole had not yet married and had children, but he kept talking about it before he died.

"You kid, you miss grandma after just a few days."

Yu Lan showed a loving smile on her face and touched Tian Xiaole's hair.

"Isn't today Thursday? Why are you back?!"

Hearing the noise, Tian Zhuangzhuang came out of the room. He was wearing a worn Mao suit and had a blank expression on his face, as if he had no interest in anything.

His eyes were filled with confusion about life. Ten years was a heavy blow to someone who loved movies.

"Xiao Le just misses grandma."

Before Tian Xiaole had the chance to explain, Yu Lan became unhappy and did not look favorably upon her self-destructive son.

"Grandma, I'm hungry."

"Sit down first, grandma will make delicious food for her good grandson."

Yu Lan said with a changed expression, pointing to the chair under the tree in the yard, and then she went to the kitchen.

Tian Xiaole looked at the layout of the yard. Everything seemed so familiar. Only then did he truly believe that God had given him a second chance to live his life.

He picked up the teapot that Tian Zhuangzhuang had just brewed and poured himself a cup.

I took a sip and smacked my lips in savoring the taste. That was the taste, no technology or hard work required.

"Mr. Tian, ​​I want to transfer departments."

Tian Zhuangzhuang raised his head from reading, looked over with cloudy eyes, and asked in a low voice.

"Why do you want to transfer departments?"

"I suddenly don't like the photography department very much."

Tian Xiaole gave a simple and direct reason, which made Tian Zhuangzhuang stunned for a moment, and then he asked curiously.

"So, do you want to change that department?"

"I want to go to the directing department!"

Tian Xiaole said without hesitation.

"Have you thought it through?" Tian Zhuangzhuang asked.

"I've thought about it!" Tian Xiaole replied.

After the father and son finished their question and answer session, the atmosphere became silent.

We rarely communicate with each other, and when the topic is over, we don’t know what to say to each other.

Although Tian Zhuangzhuang was flipping through the book in his hand, he was thinking: Wasn't this guy opposed to being a director? How did he suddenly come to his senses?
Tian Xiaole lay on the chair, his heart becoming more determined: it is impossible for him to do photography again, not in this life.

Although the photography department and being a director are not mutually exclusive, and the photography department of Beijing Film Academy is the cradle of directors, with representatives such as Zhang Yimou and Zhang Li...

But I have been doing this for more than 20 years, so it would be nice to try a different department.

"I'll discuss the matter of changing departments with your Uncle Xiaojing."

Tian Zhuangzhuang thought about it and decided to meet Tian Xiaole's request. After all, this was the first time he spoke, and it was not a big deal.

"Xiao Le, come and eat."

Hearing Yu Lan's voice coming from the kitchen, Tian Xiaole stood up and walked towards the dining room, then replied:
"Here comes grandma!"

Tian Zhuangzhuang looked at Tian Xiaole's back, thinking about something.

Beijing Film Academy invited him to return to the school to work for several consecutive years, but he declined each time due to poor health.

Now Tian Xiaole has transferred to the directing department and wants to work in the directing industry, although he doesn't know why he suddenly became interested.

You should also consider taking up the position of professor in the directing department of Beijing Film Academy.

The entertainment industry is a complicated place, and I can help keep an eye on it.

After Tian Zhuangzhuang figured it out, he stood up and walked towards the restaurant.

"Grandma, the food you cook is still so delicious."

While Tian Xiaole was shoveling food into his mouth, his mouth was not idle either.

He was really hungry. He had slept all day and hadn't eaten much.

"If it tastes good, eat more."

Yu Lan frequently picks food for Tian Xiaole, but her eldest grandson rarely sticks to her.

Tian Zhuangzhuang ate silently on the side, looking at his son who was different from usual. For a moment he didn't know what was different, but he always felt that his spirit was different.

After dinner, Tian Xiaole took the initiative to take on the responsibility of washing the dishes, which made the old lady feel distressed. She kept scolding Tian Zhuangzhuang who was reading with reading glasses.

"Xiao Le is such a sensible kid. He even knows how to wash the dishes. If you can't finish reading a book, can't you wash the dishes yourself? My grandson's hands are used to carry a camera. How can you let him wash them?"

Tian Zhuangzhuang was used to his mother's nagging, and his ears had long been calloused. He said helplessly:
"It's just washing dishes. Letting Xiaole exercise more is also for his own good."

"You're the only one with so many rules. What kind of exercise can washing dishes provide?"

Yu Lan angrily criticized Tian Zhuangzhuang. Ever since he was banned from directing, his energy and spirit seemed to have been drained away, and he looked much older.

Although the old lady had a sharp tongue, she felt distressed when she saw her son in such a decadent state.

"Grandma, what are you talking about? I heard your voice from far away."

Tian Xiaole walked out of the kitchen, wiping the water stains on her apron with her hands, walked to the stool where the old lady was sitting, and squatted down.

"Good boy, grandma praises you."

Yu Lan reached out and touched Tian Xiaole's hair.

Tian Xiaole lowered his head a little so that the hand touching his hair wouldn't have to exert so much effort.

The new book is on the market, and I beg you all to read and collect it. There are no outsiders here, and I, Xiao Pujie, kneel down to you all.

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(End of this chapter)