When we arrived in Yanjing, it was close to 5 o'clock in the afternoon.

After sending Yang Mi home, he drove directly to Zhang Yimou's home in Yanjing.

Director Zhang bought his house in Shanshui Wenyuan, just on the East Third Ring Road. It is a three-story townhouse.

When he arrived at the door, Zhang Mo came out to pick him up.

"Xu Xin."

"Sister Mo."

After saying hello, the two of them went inside.

Xu Xin didn't like the layout of the house.

He is actually insensitive to housing issues, and at the same time, he and Yang Mi are steadfast "villa rejecters."

If Tingting and the others weren't there in that villa in Xi'an, to be exaggerated, there would be no sound even when walking at night.

There is really no "popularity" at all.

So he has never been interested in villas and mansions.

"This house is mainly occupied by Sister Mo?"

"Yes. I live here now. If dad has free time, he will go back to Wuxi directly. There are many people in Yanjing and it is crowded everywhere, so he doesn't like it very much."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Hearing Zhang Mo's words, Xu Xin nodded to express his understanding.

But he didn't continue to ask further.

In fact, Director Zhang is already the father of four children.

Sister Mo is his only daughter from his ex-wife. After breaking up with Gong Li, Director Zhang met his current girlfriend, Chen Ting, an actress from the Wuxi Dance Troupe and Xu Xin's senior student from Beijing Film Academy.

The two of them have not received their certificates yet, but Chen Ting has already given birth to two sons and a daughter for Director Zhang.

but……

Maybe it was because the affair with Gong Li had caused a lot of controversy in the past, but this time after the two fell in love, Director Zhang's handling of it was very low-key.

In addition, he deliberately kept his girlfriend and children away from Yanjing, a place of right and wrong.

So the media hasn't found any valuable information so far.

Chen Ting now lives in Wuxi with her two sons and one daughter.

The children are not very old. The eldest son was born in 2001, the second son was born in 2004, and the third daughter was born in 2006.

It was only then that Xu Xin figured out that the reason why Director Zhang went abroad before 2006 was actually to use this excuse to go back to be with his wife.

We walked for a while along the tree-lined road with elegant townhouses, and finally came to the door of a villa.

After walking through the courtyard and entering the villa, Xu Xin smelled the unique aroma of mutton.

This is the first time he has come to Zhang Dao's house.

The first thing you see is a large open kitchen.

In fact, open kitchens are not practical in China. But looking at the European-themed decoration style, Xu Xin can understand it.

In front of the dining table in the open kitchen, Zhang Yimou was hanging up his apron and chopping vegetables on the chopping board.

Seeing Xu Xin, he nodded:

"coming?"

"Hmm. Can I help you?"

"No, you can sit down. Momo, pour some water."

"Then I'll sit here. Speaking of which, I haven't eaten your cooking yet."

Hearing Xu Xin's words, Zhang Yimou smiled:

"My craftsmanship is average...Have you finished reading the book?"

"There is still a postscript, but I haven't read the postscript... Do you like this story?"

Zhang Yimou nodded while cutting carrots:

"After reading it, I feel that it is very suitable for adaptation. What do you think?"

"To be honest, I don't have any resonance with this book. The stories of that era are too unfamiliar to me... Maybe my dad and others will have some feelings after reading it, but for me, this book just tells an ordinary story.

The story. Even some of the contradictions and conflicts in it have a very stereotyped impression... which makes me doubt whether it is true."

After hearing Xu Xin's words, Zhang Yimou said without raising his head:

"It's normal. It's like digging into the family background. You haven't experienced it, so you won't understand what it meant at the time."

Having said this, he paused and asked:

"In other words, you don't feel much about this story?"

"without……"

Xu Xin shook his head and then asked tentatively:

"what do you mean?"

After hearing this, Zhang Yimou was silent for a while and then said:

"Momo likes this story, and so do I. I originally thought that if you also like this story, I would let you and Momo work together. She will be your assistant director, and you will shoot. I will be the producer.

, help you control it."

"Well……"

In an instant, the reason why Director Zhang asked him to read this book was explained.

But after Xu Xin thought about it, he said:

"You can't help me control it. After all, I wasn't even born at that time..."

"The idea of ​​its adaptation is that the sense of age is actually not strong. Even if you read this book, you will find that those plots with age bias are also plots that have no specific meaning and can be abandoned."

"...So you mean to follow the structure of a romance film?"

"Yes. If so many elements are really added, you are not from that era, so you really can't control it."

"Well……"

Xu Xin's mind began to optimize the content of the entire book.

While he was meditating, Zhang Mo had already brought over the teacup and ashtray.

The sound of the ashtray colliding with the slate dining table temporarily brought him back from his thoughts.

He took out a cigarette from his pocket out of habit and lit it. After spending a cigarette to think about it, he nodded:

"If this is the case... I can still be a little sure. I just need to find a few era resonances in the play and set the background tone. Then I will start describing the love between Jing Qiu and Lao San... If it is

If you think about it this way, it will be much easier to handle.”

"What about the idea of ​​the main frame? Do you have one? How do you want to show this style?"

"this……"

Xu Xin narrowed his eyes again.

The whole story began to spin rapidly in my mind again.

But after spinning for a long time, he had no clue.

After thinking about it, I could only say:

"You have to give me a few days to think about how to handle this matter."

"OK."

Zhang Yimou responded:

"Then it's settled for now? Will you take Momo with you?"

"When do you plan to start?"

"Next year, isn't Mimi about to give birth? This year, don't move anywhere. Just stay with her and the child. After finalizing the story you want to shoot in the past two days, I will help you make an appointment with the screenwriter. You can put the concept in

Tell them to screen out all the scripts this year."

"Okay, are you preparing "The Thirteen Hairpins of Jinling"?"

"Well. This script...has been conceived for a long time."

Zhang Yimou frowned slightly as he slowly chopped green onions on the cutting board:

"I didn't feel very comfortable during the filming of "Three Guns" this time. Plus... maybe I'm getting older."

Speaking of this, he smiled and shook his head:

"In the years when you watched the Olympics, you stayed up late every day, sometimes even without sleeping. But as soon as the Olympics are over...especially starting from this year, as long as you don't have work, you will basically stay up before 12 o'clock every day. Even if you have work, your brain will not work after 12 o'clock.

It’s also a bit unable to turn.”
To be continued...