"Xu Sang, do you still remember the idea we talked about? Time travel, the story of two people in different time and space meeting at the intersection of time and space! I have been thinking about it since I read your "Secret"

This story. And then you see..."

For Xu Xin, the information was very lengthy, but when it came to Xin Haicheng, it was like a computer with Baidu installed.

You will find whatever you search for.

Soon, several pages of draft paper and several portraits of boys and girls were laid out in front of Xu Xin.

But it was all in Japanese, which made Xu Xin confused.

After Xin Haicheng reacted, he also knew that Xu Xin could not understand Japanese, so he said:

"I have actually started to make a plan for this story now. In my imagination, the boy and the girl exchanged their bodies and came to each other. They used their respective identities to experience different lives... Then, they made a promise no matter what

No matter where the other party is, we must meet the other party's agreement!"

"Well……"

As Xu Xin was thinking, Xin Haicheng's eyes were filled with light:

"It's like Ye is desperate to find Xiao Yu! Even the name "Sanye" was decided after I thought of Ye."

"..."

In fact, Xu Xin has met some people who particularly like the movie "Secret" over the years.

Whether it's a fan or a colleague.

"The Secret" is his debut novel.

In the film and television industry, there is an inherent understanding of directors...how to put it, it is not an inherent understanding.

That is the director's debut film, which often determines the director's temperament throughout his artistic career.

Of course, this statement is not accurate.

New directors have little say in their own right. Even if they can direct some works, they are directed by the management. In many cases, the director is just a decoration, and the entire work is produced according to the taste of the management.

This director's debut film does not conform to this inherent perception.

It specifically refers to a work that is influenced by the smallest possible external factors and is driven by the director's original ideas throughout.

To put it bluntly, the temperament exuded in this kind of work is the temperament of the director.

No matter what kind of evolution the other party undergoes later, whether it is mentality, money, status or other... But the temperament revealed in the film will never disappear.

Just like a baby.

That is the world they see when they open their eyes, and it is also the first cry they make to the world.

For everyone, "Secret" completely determined Xu Xin's temperament as a director from the very beginning.

Lens language full of "sound".

What is pursued is dynamic and static beauty.

And that... unbridled and unrestrained aura that cannot be imitated or pursued.

For quite a few directors, it is extremely difficult to build a complete story in their first work.

As for the lens language, or lens aesthetics, etc... there is no need to mention it.

Maybe they have pictures in their minds, but when these pictures are presented, they often have more craftsmanship.

But Xu Xin is different.

The reason why his "Secret" is still remembered by countless people, apart from the very solid story, is the... indescribable beauty.

Most people attribute this beauty to Zhang Yimou.

I feel that if Xu Xin had not seen the creativity of Director Zhang, who can be called a visual artist, in the crew of "Golden Armor", he might not have been able to control the movie "Secret" so easily, and it created a...

In the words of a movie fan, "It has a melancholy and quiet temperament like a cello."

Naturally, Xu Xin would not deny this.

He will always remember that when "The Golden Armor" was first shot, he looked at the "gorgeous" color combination in the monitor and how shocked he was.

Therefore, over the years, he would happily accept anyone who complimented him.

It's not vanity, but a matter of course.

For "The Secret", he indeed exhausted all the inspiration he had at the time.

What's more, everyone has vanity.

At this moment, looking at Xin Haicheng's sparkling eyes, the only thing Xu Xin could do in response was to nod and ask:

"So, what's this story?"

He wanted to see it too.

A friend who calls himself a big fan of "The Secret" wonders what kind of world is buried deep in his heart after years of conceiving it.

Are you inspired by me?

Then let me "check" it.

Let me see what kind of inspiration is worthy of your relationship for so many years.

I don’t know if it’s because I came to this country of “anime”.

He also started to become a bit of a middle-class guy.

So following this natural emotion, I said to myself:

"Let me, the creator of "The Secret", examine it myself."

…

Tell the truth.

Xu Xin really didn't expect that on the first day of the Tokyo Film Festival, he didn't watch a single movie, didn't answer a single interview, and was tricked into working illegally in a small coal mine.

Or say that capitalist society eats people without spitting out their bones.

From the afternoon until 8 p.m., Xu Xin stepped into a Kaiseki restaurant that was definitely not cheap just by looking at the decoration, and then to the dinner table...

His brain never stopped functioning.

The two of them were talking about movies even while eating.

Moreover, Shinkai Makoto also has a notebook that is incompatible with the surrounding environment.

It makes him look like a tabloid reporter.

Even when he arranged for Xu Xin to have geishas perform songs and dances, he never put down his notebook.

And Xu Xin had no intention of watching.

Mainly...the geisha's face was too pale and she looked awkward.

Some people can't appreciate this aesthetic.

It even felt a little noisy.

When the performance was over, he politely applauded the other party and sent him away. He immediately drank all the water in the cup and then refilled it. The first words he said were:

"Xin Haisang, listen."

Unlike the geisha's sob-laden lament just now, in the room that had quieted down at this moment, only the sound of carbonic acid remained.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Moreover, in this sound of carbonic acid, there is also a... very crisp, soft, and pleasant sound of bubbles breaking.

Onomatopoeia is like saying: Bo ~ Bo ~

Booki~Booki~

"..."

Xin Haicheng didn't dare to say anything.

Listen carefully.

But his eyes were full of doubts.

From time to time, he would look at Su Meng next to him who was also too angry to take a breath.

As for his own assistant...

In Japan's strict class society, even if he allowed it, the assistant would not dare to sit on this table.

After Xu Xin saw his gaze, he thought about it and said:

"Call the waiter for me and ask for a new bottle of Perrier water, a can of Coke, and two fresh lemons cut into thick slices."

He pointed to the lemon slices in his cup and said.

Although Xin Haicheng didn't understand what he meant, he still did it.

Although this place is a kaiseki restaurant, in terms of drinks, Japan, a country with a high level of acceptance of Western drinks, is not lacking.

Soon, the waiter knelt down in front of the three of them and put everything Xu Xin wanted on the table.

Xu Xin then said:

"The sound is very nice. Look, this is Coke. Coke does not have such a sound."

As he spoke, he put a sliced ​​lemon on a delicate plate into a glass. Then he opened a can of Coke and poured it in directly.

No ice.

Coca-Cola reacts directly with lemon, and the carbonated foam creates a dense "crash" sound, delivering an extremely refreshing and pleasant sound.

But...it quickly weakened.

"Did you hear that?"
To be continued...