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Chapter 502 Ugly Slave·Before the Snow in the Capital
The topic of public welfare for the whole people, the box office of "No One Less" has really risen, and it is unstoppable.

The box office has hardly dropped since the first day.

It won more than 3000 million box office in the first week, and the cost can already be recovered.

This is a literary film, not a commercial blockbuster.

The industry lamented that many directors made literary films not for the box office at all, but for winning awards.

Some literary and artistic films cannot be screened in China, and they are only used to participate in film festivals abroad.

This is called gilding, rich seniority.

"No One Less" is no exception, Su Tong is rushing to the awards.

Ups and downs in the world, how can detachment.

Once you are detached, just live in seclusion in the mountains and forests, the world will not tolerate you.

At the end of the second week of its release, "Not One Less" has soared to nearly [-] million box office.

Numbness, many directors want to cry but have no tears, and the probability of making literary films that cannot recover the cost is several times higher than that of commercial blockbusters.

Hundreds of thousands of production costs, several million publicity fees, and half a month left to finish the painting, and it took nearly [-] million at the box office. It's unreasonable. When will Daqin have such a literary film?
Some directors or people who don't like literary films also go to the cinema to watch them.

This look, no longer speak.

The content and quality of the movie is impeccable.

Especially from the perspective of the director, is this the first time the director of this film has made a literary film?
It is simply a master-level director, a great director can no longer be described.

It is only from the convenience of acting that there are picky places.

But that is the most real side, how can the reality of life be the same as on the screen?
Celebrities have to put on makeup before going on camera.

Many celebrities don't wear makeup, and fans can't recognize them.

Those old guys from the Writers' Association are really relieved this time that Su Tong didn't get into Qian's eyes.

"Not One Less" was an answer sheet he handed in, and the old guys were very satisfied.

However, in this year, an old guy from the Writers Association came to the end of his life and could no longer go on.

"Xiao Song." When Mr. Zhao was dying, Principal Song brought Su Tong to see him.

Su Tong and Mr. Zhao were strangers, they had never met or even spoken to each other.

But Su Tong has been hearing Principal Song talking about this old man.

Mr. Zhao was one of the few people who initially agreed with Su Tong to join the National Writers Association.

"Little...Xiaotong?" Seeing the handsome young man beside Principal Song, Elder Zhao's eyes lit up.

He has been paying attention to Su Tong, so he has seen Su Tong's photos or TV shows, so he can recognize Su Tong.

"Old Zhao." Su Tong took off his baseball cap, with a look of awe.

Respect the old man and fear the laws of nature.

Every life that reaches its limit is worthy of awe.

Mr. Zhao still has two major regrets in his life, one of which is meeting Su Tong.

Su Tong joined the Writers Association, but he never met the senior members of the Writers Association except Principal Song.

So, Principal Song brought Su Tong here this time.

No matter how busy Su Tong was, he couldn't refuse a life.

For him, this is the whole of a life, the fulfillment of a life.

This life is running out of time.

"Okay, okay." Mr. Zhao's cloudy eyes revealed light, and he became more energetic, and he spoke quickly.

"Old Zhao, I know you usually like good articles, so I'll send you one." Su Tong said with a relaxed expression, trying not to make the atmosphere sad and heavy.

Elder Zhao was not sad, but was smiling, so how could Su Tong not try to follow his old man as much as possible.

"Okay, help...help me up." Mr. Zhao asked his children and grandchildren to help him up, and he wanted to lean on the head of the bed.

Su Tong hurried forward and helped Mr. Zhao up together.

"It's my first time studying ink, calligraphy and painting, and I gave Mr. Zhao a poem." After Su Tong helped Mr. Zhao up, he went to the desk in the room.

There is a pen and ink in the room, which is not so ancient in fact. The brush and ink are ready-made, very modern, and there is no need to grind the ink, but Su Tong said it a little politely.

Principal Song was a little surprised, she didn't know that Su Tong could write calligraphy.

The old man is self-cultivating and likes to practice calligraphy. There are not many other things in Mr. Zhao's room, except calligraphy and painting.

Some are his own, some are others'.

Su Tong unfolded the white paper, this kind of paper is very precious, it was found by Mr. Zhao's children and grandchildren.

Under normal circumstances, this kind of paper is not used for writing.

Usually Mr. Zhao writes on plain white paper, which doesn't cost much.

Recite the name of Nujiao, Zhao Lao's descendants don't say it like thunder.

After all, they are from a scholarly family, and they are more or less fond of dancing and writing.

There are not many people who play with words and ink, but they don't know Nian Nujiao.

Maybe they don't know who Su Tong is, but they definitely know Nian Nujiao.

That is a genius that blocks the eternity. Almost anywhere, there is eternity. It will take thousands of years for future generations to surpass, and even to what extent the society has developed, will there be transcendent poems and articles? It can be seen.

Reading Nujiao's inscription, Zhao Lao's descendants valued it very much.

Su Tong didn't care whether the paper was expensive or not, in fact, he didn't know it, and he didn't know how different this paper was from ordinary white paper.

He only felt that the quality of the paper was unusual, and he couldn't tell otherwise.

Several people gathered around the desk, and Su Tong picked up a pen.

"Ugly Slave·Before the Snow in Beijing"

Eight imposing characters appeared on the paper.

"Ugly slave" is the name of a ci brand, and everyone is a literati, so you can tell it at a glance.

"Jingcheng Feixueqian" is the name of the word, pointing out the current location and season.

"Young people don't know how to feel sad, they love to go upstairs."

Each word in Su Tong's pen appears vividly on the paper.

"Fall in love with the upper floors, and worry about writing new words."

Seeing this, Principal Song was shocked, and she was the most touched.

"Now that I know all the sorrow, I want to say it."

"I want to say goodbye, but I say it's a cool autumn."

When the pen fell, Su Tong withdrew.

This is the season of late autumn.

The descendants of Mr. Zhao on the side hurriedly took a small fan and fanned each character one by one. They wanted to write the words quickly so that Mr. Zhao could read them.

This poem expresses the aspirations of countless literati, and even everyone has such an experience when they were young.

The poem written by Su Tong was originally called "Ugly Nuer·Shubo Mountain Road Zhongbi", but Boshan is the name of a mountain in a place where Xin Qiji often passed by after he dismissed his post and retired to Shangrao.

Principal Song has complex eyes. Different people will have different feelings when they read a poem.

She seemed to see the depression in Su Tong's heart again.

Some time ago, there were a lot of bad topics about him in literary and artistic films, because his current identity and status are different from before, and the audience is more demanding of him.

This poem is about himself and everyone,
"Let me see." Elder Zhao couldn't wait, struggling to see.

Later generations saw that the handwriting was almost done, and several people hurriedly lifted up the calligraphy and painting, walked to Mr. Zhao's bed, and erected them for him to see.

"The Ugly Slave Before the Snow in the Capital"

Teenagers don't know what it's like to be sad, and fall in love with upper floors.Fall in love with the upper floors, and worry about writing new words.

Now that I know all the sorrow, I want to say it.I want to say goodbye, but I say it's a cool autumn. "

Zhao Lao looked at it, his eyes were moist.

(End of this chapter)