"The main reason is that I usually ignore my family too much. I once agreed to go to her parents' house for dinner some time ago. You also know that I was busy doing the later stage of Ren Xiaoyao. I didn't know what happened that day. The reporter's phone number was very much. I was annoyed and turned off my phone, but I forgot about going to her parents' house for dinner.

It was not until after 8 o'clock in the evening that I had just turned on my phone and her phone came in. At that time, I remembered that she asked me very calmly: When will I go to have dinner? Only then did I remember that they had been waiting for me until now.

A few days later, she told me that she wanted to study in France, and then moved to her parents' house and was applying for a visa now."

Wang Dalun couldn't help but feel speechless. Why did he encounter this kind of thing in the past two days? After a while, he licked his lips and asked, "What do you think?"

"What else can I think? Of course I'm trying to persuade her! I've apologized to her, and even told her that I won't shoot the movie anymore. But she's so useless now, whatever she says." Old Jia lowered his head, put his hands in his hair, and sighed deeply.

No matter what, Lao Jia was still very nostalgic about his marriage. Wang Dalun wanted to comfort him, but when he thought of his own affairs, he didn't know where to start. He could only accompany him to drink tea and smoke until the door of the private room was pushed open again.

The person who came was in his thirties, had a very short flat head, black and thin. Although it was his first time meeting, both sides had met each other in movies or media and could recognize each other in a moment.

"Brother Lou!" Old Jia hurriedly stood up and greeted.

"Sorry, let you wait." Lou Ye apologized when he entered the door. His voice was very soft and well-educated, which was abnormally large to his appearance.

Without Lao Jia's introduction, Lou Ye took the initiative to reach out, smiled warmly and modestly, and said, "Hello, I'm Lou Ye."

"Hello, Director Lou, I am Wang Dalun." Wang Dalun shook hands with him, "Director Lou, please sit down."

Everyone sat down and poured tea and handed the cigarettes. Lao Jia first asked: "Brother Lou, how is your script review?"

"It still needs to be revised." At this time, Lou Ye smiled bitterly and said helplessly: "It's almost a year since it's been revised, and it's nearly ten drafts."

"That's better than me. I handed the script over the past half a year and no one paid attention to it." Old Jia also smiled bitterly and shook his head.

He is now full of resentment towards the relevant departments, because not only his works were banned, but his qualifications as directors were also banned for five years. Fortunately, he did not choose to lie dormant like Tianzhuangzhuang, but like Zhang Yuan, you ban yours and I shoot mine, at most it cannot be released in China.

"Really speaking, your innocent person is talking about Shanghai in the 1930s, and there is no conflict with the present. Besides, there are spy wars, anti-Japanese wars, etc., which are all subjects of the main theme. They should be easily passed. Why did it take so long? It seems that you didn't understand the rules before, but now they have to teach the rules with you." Old Jia joked with three points of resentment and seven points of laughter.

"Jiang Wen's devils are also talking about anti-Japanese war. In theory, they are also the main theme and the subject matter is not killed!" Lou Ye shook his head and said, "They are more concerned about details. Revolutionaries all have lofty ideals, not for personal revenge. This is called wrong motives; the love of revolutionaries must be revolutionary love, and cannot be done casually or even cannot; revolutionaries are not afraid of death, and even death is heroic. Sometimes I really don't want to change it anymore, and if it is changed, it will no longer be my work, but"

Lou Ye didn't say anything more. Most of their sixth-generation directors grew up in the 1980s. The literati of that era moved from praise to exploring the essence of literature, and began to "reflection on literature" and "scar literature", which was the true blooming of flowers. Films also followed the trend, such as Wushan, Furong Town, etc. It was the blooming of flowers at that time that created the fifth-generation director represented by Director Zhang Da and Director Chen Da.

When their sixth generation directors really grew up, a big square storm completely changed the loose creative environment in the 1980s. They were unwilling to compromise and could only start from the underground, which is the so-called underground director. In addition to Zhang Yuan, they were the two representatives sitting in front of Wang Dalun.

Wang Dalun roughly understood that Lou Ye’s new movie is called Innocent Message, which tells the story of the spy war and anti-Japanese war that took place in the 1930s. The script is still under review and needs to be revised.

It sounds a bit like the wind or the erotic movie. In his memory of his previous life, he had no impression of this movie called the innocent.

Originally, he thought that as usual, Lou Ye would take out the script for him to read and then talk about his feelings. From beginning to end, Lou Ye seemed to be meaningless, just like a friend introduced everyone to sit together and have a meal.

After chatting for a long time, Lou Ye's style gradually emerged. Compared to Lao Jia's market, Lou Ye is obviously much more bourgeois. For example, when it comes to ordering, Lao Jia ordered a snack - fried dumplings because he had just eaten a bowl of noodles. He also thought the rice vinegar was too light, so he asked the waiter to change a plate of Laochen vinegar; Wang Dalun made a large braised beef rice, while Lou Ye ordered Italian meat sauce noodles with a very extraterritorial style.

Moreover, Lou Ye tastes very elegantly, not like eating braised noodles, and slashes with chopsticks. Instead, he uses a fork to carefully mix the red meat sauce, then circle the noodles with a fork, and finally deliver it to his mouth. Although it looks troublesome, there is no sense of incongruity.

Wang Dalun muttered to himself that if everyone had not ordered a simple meal, he might have asked for a steak and a glass of red wine.

"How is your piece?" Lou Yes asked slowly rolling the noodles with a fork.

"It's almost done." Old Jia said.

"Next year's Cannes?"

"Yes." Lao Jia didn't hide it, nodded happily, and said modestly: "It's considered a victory to be able to walk to Cannes!"

"Where is yours?" he then asked back.

"It depends on the review situation. If the review can be passed before the end of the year, it will probably be able to start the computer in the middle of the year." When he said this, Lou Ye glanced at Wang Dalun intentionally or unintentionally.

Continuing, "I invested a little in my film. There is a part of the Rotterdam Fund, but the big one belongs to the French. They also promised to be responsible for the distribution of Europe in the future. The reason for the review was that the French proposed that I cooperate with Shanghai Film Studios, and it would be better to take a regular path. They did not want to lose the domestic box office. However, the script has been reviewed for a year, and the French have been unable to wait. You see, if they cannot pass the review by the end of the year, they have to go back to the old path."

At the end, Lou Ye smiled gloatingly on his face and said, "It doesn't matter anyway. I came out of that yamen today and I decided to make it. You ask me to change it, right? I will change it! At worst, I can make two versions."

"Then you should be careful. If someone reports it, you will be in trouble." Lao Jia always resented some people's reports about him and reminded him.

"Then there is nothing I can do, this is my bottom line!" Lou Ye shook his head, and a firm light flashed in his eyes.

It was not until after dinner that Lou Ye took out the script from his bag and handed it to Wang Dalun, and said, "Dalun, you watch it first."

"What version is this?" Wang Dalun asked after taking it.

Lou Ye was a little stunned, but immediately showed a sly smile and said, "Original."

Then he said: "This is a story that happened in Shanghai in the 1930s. There are love stories and other things. Tell me that an ordinary person will be involved in an incident that he is unwilling to be involved in. Well, let's talk about it when you finish reading the script and have the chance. Anyway, the script is still being reviewed, so we will contact you later."

After dinner, everyone parted. Lou Ye had to rush back to Shanghai in the afternoon. Lao Jia went to pay the phone bill. His wife went back to his parents' home to live. His life was in chaos and his phone was shut down.

Wang Dalun was sitting in the car in a daze. He didn't want to go home too early today, so he made a few phone calls. Cheng Chuang arranged a drama in the group; Zhu Wen and his concubine went to Nanlang of Caiyun, of course, on the phone he said he had gone to collect the field; Zhao Wei was playing the hero of heaven and earth with Jiang Wen in the desert in Xinjiang at this time; Sun Li was preparing for the first drama in her life, so why don't you bother her? Zhao Baogang? Forget it, in terms of age, there is a generation gap.

Wang Dalun suddenly found that he had no place to go, so he smoked a cigarette, and finally started the car and drove towards his own community.

When I arrived downstairs of my house, the fanni coolie I just mentioned back yesterday disappeared. I don’t need to ask my girlfriend that she must have gone out. When he got home, the soy milk and big cakes and fried dough sticks on the dining table in the morning disappeared. The empty soy milk bag was still on the coffee table. He threw it into the trash can and went to the bedroom to check it out. The quilt was piled up on the bed, and the sheets were actually gone. I didn’t see it drying out on the balcony. I went to the bathroom to check it out. As expected, the washed sheets were still in the washing machine. I must have forgotten the sheets when I left.

Wang Dalun could only smile bitterly and shook his head, washed his hands and prepared to dry the sheets, but just as he was drying, he suddenly found a few drops of black and red blood left on the green sheets.

He smiled, and at this moment he seemed to have found a reason to forgive his girlfriend. It turned out that the relatives came, no wonder they were polite yesterday. As for women, there will always be so many days in a month that they are not calm.

He felt as if he had put down a big stone in his heart. He hummed a small song and took a bottle of white vinegar in the kitchen. He applied the white vinegar to the unwashed blood. He had to let it sit for more than ten minutes. Taking advantage of this time, he returned to the bedroom, changed into clean sheets, folded the quilt, opened the curtains, and opened the window to ventilate.

It was almost time, so I applied soap on the blood stains and rubbed them hard. After a while, the blood stains on the bed sheets were rubbed off and then rinsed them again. While the afternoon sun was pretty good, I quickly hung them out and hung them out for a drying.
Chapter completed!