Chapter 328 I ate him to death
When dusk fell, the slanting wind blew a drizzle, and the sky was hazy.
There are a lot of laurels near the base of the Magic City Kunqu Opera Troupe. At this time, some laurels have been scattered with the wind and rain, and the ground is golden.
The cold fragrance is fragrant, and it is quiet and meaningful.
Standing at the gate, Du Caige did not hold an umbrella, and Mrs. He held his hand with both hands, a little excited: "I hope you will do what you want to do and realize your dreams. But if you have time, more Come back and have a look, write a few more, finish this masterpiece early, and help me realize my dream, okay?"
How can Du Caige say "no"?
He smiled and gave Mrs. He a hug: "Aunt He, I know this in my heart, it is a high priority, and I will never forget it."
"That's good, that's good." Mrs. He was lost.
It's not that I'm really lost, but I really want to see more exciting scenes after "The Palace of Longevity".
It's like "Three hates in life, one hates the spiny shad, the other hates the fragrance of the crabapple, and the third hates the dream of red mansions."
In fact, to put it bluntly, it is hypocritical.
But whether it is a literati, a painter or an actor, they all have to be so hypocritical.
Without this hypocrisy, no real art can be created.
Not hypocritical, can make money.
You can do whatever you want to make money, just like writing online articles, you can write whatever routines can make money.
Readers like to watch Chi Chi? Then write down. Readers like to watch the whole beginning and the whole collection? Then write in full. Readers like to watch pretending to be slapped in the face? Then write and pretend to be slapped in the face. Readers like to watch the son-in-law God of War? Then write the son-in-law God of War.
These things are naturally readable. It is easy to see that the skull is high.
But what about art? Can't get out.
Hypocritical, like Cheng Dieyi, is it hypocritical?
There are also people like Van Gogh and Sanmao. They are all hypocritical and crazy. Only then can they achieve artistic transcendence and perfection.
Du Caige knew very well that he was also hypocritical, but not to the level of Mrs. He.
In general, his directing career is still more commercial.
The three films made on Earth in the last life were all films with a strong commercial flavor.
How to make money without commercialization?
If he can't make money, why would others invest money to make movies for him?
This is his compromise to the world.
But when he no longer has to worry about money, he will definitely become hypocritical for artistic pursuits.
Maybe it will be like Nolan's "Creed", willful.
Boeing 747 has been blown up for you to see, whether you can understand it or not, whether you are happy or not, anyway, I will be happy first.
After saying goodbye to Mrs. He, Du Caige turned around and was about to leave, but saw Xu Qingya, who had been holding an umbrella for Mrs. He before, handing over the umbrella to others and chasing after him.
"What are you doing?"
"I'll go with you." Xu Qingya said confidently.
Du Caige was stunned. "Why are you following me?"
"Master has already handed me over to you, and I am yours." Xu Qingya smiled slyly. At this time, how could she still have the temperament of a flower of high mountains when she first met?
She looked like a little fox.
Cunning, charming.
Also full of life.
"Since you are mine, do you do what I tell you to do?" Du Caige laughed.
"Of course! I'm good."
"Okay, I'll try," Du Caige nodded, "you jump around here three times, and learn how to bark while you jump."
"That's it? Uncle! You are too unchaste!" Xu Qingya was so angry that her cheeks were bulging.
Du Caige waved goodbye and turned to leave.
"Uncle, you don't want me to make you tea in a maid outfit?"
Du Caige didn't look back, but just waved his hand vigorously behind him.
"Hmph. Don't wait until it's too late! Don't regret it, uncle!"
Mrs. He turned her head and asked her other disciple in a low voice, "What does it mean to wear a maid outfit?"
The disciple, who was in his forties, said with a smile, "Anyway, it's a matter of young people, a little fun."
Mrs. He thoughtfully, nodded slowly, "Oh? Emmmm... Xiaoqing is still quite innocent and romantic.
"
The disciple didn't know why the master said this suddenly. He couldn't figure it out, so he could only answer: "Yeah, my little sister has always been like this, and we all like her innocent and romantic nature."
Mrs. He motioned her disciples and grandchildren to leave, and waved to Xu Qingya.
Xu Qingya ran over immediately, light and flexible like a deer.
"Master!"
Mrs. He reached out and touched her cheek lovingly, "Does Master usually control you too strictly?"
Xu Qingya stuck out her tongue: "No, it's actually fine."
"Your parents are also very strict with you."
"kindness."
"Maybe our thinking is too old-fashioned, and we always feel that we should strictly control girls, because girls are too easy to suffer in society. Instead of waiting for others to hurt you, let's control you a little bit first and stop others. possible harm to you."
"But your nature is very naive and lively. In fact, we have been suppressing your nature."
Xu Qingya tilted her head and looked at her master, puzzled. "Master, what are you talking about?"
"It's nothing, just say it casually. You want me to ignore you in the future? You are free? That's impossible! I still have a breath, so I have to take care of you!" Mrs. He smiled happily, showing her false teeth.
Xu Qingya blinked, "Then you can continue to control me, you don't care about me, I'm not used to it yet."
"I asked you to follow Xiao Du, but I didn't tell you to go to someone's house."
Xu Qingya coquettishly said: "I know, I was just joking with Uncle."
"I also know you're joking, but," after a pause, Mrs. He said, "You were at the most beautiful age, the age when you were in love, and you met such a person, and I don't know if it was good or bad."
"He is too talented. In the words of your young people, he is so handsome. And he has a likable personality. How can people not like him like this? But you shouldn't like him."
"If you have been in a few relationships, know yourself, and have a certain understanding of men, know how to get along with people, know how to manage and manage a relationship, then I will feel more at ease when I meet him again. "
Mrs. He sighed and said, "I don't feel relieved when you meet him now."
There was a little blush on Xu Qingya's fair face, but her expression was not shy, but generous, with a sly smile: "Master, you think too much. Uncle is too old, so I won't be with you. He talks about relationships! In fact, I especially yearn for the love between siblings. Master was younger than you, Master, and I will also find someone younger than me."
Mrs. He burst out laughing, as if recalling her half-life lover, and said with gentle eyes: "It's nothing else, I'm just afraid that you will suffer. In front of an experienced man like him, you are such an innocent and romantic little girl. It's the easiest to lose."
Xu Qingya said triumphantly: "Master, you underestimate me too much. Uncle is so stupid, I will eat him to the death, so I will not suffer."
Mrs. He shook her head and smiled, and said no more.
...
Although it has been a busy day, Du Caige is still very fulfilling and happy. Kunqu Opera is an elegant art, and it is interesting to play occasionally.
Moreover, at least there is no need to go back to face the quarrel between Long Jiumei and Du Ruoqi.
Fortunately, the National Day holiday is over soon, and Long Jiumei will be sent back to the sanatorium.
If it goes on like this, he plans to go to the hotel and book a room for a long stay.
During the National Day, "Music New Power" aired two episodes, the 9th and the 10th.
The first round of in-team PK of the four teams has been broadcasted, that is, the direct promotion quota and 3 direct elimination players of each team have been determined.
In the 11th issue, it is estimated that the showdown between the 2nd to the 5th place of each team and the lottery will be broadcast.
Du Caige noticed that Wang Qian's popularity soared very quickly, abnormally fast, and it seemed that there was a navy who was hyping it up.
On Tieba and Weibo, there are soft articles suspected to be written by professionals.
Some are touting Wang Qian, some are provocative, and some are promoting Wang Qian from the side (evaluations of teachers and classmates, test scores, etc.).
Du Caige thought, Wang Qian would definitely not have nothing to promote herself.
The show group shouldn't be so boring.
After all, although Wang Qian has a certain degree of topicality, she has negotiated with the program team, and the program team should not take the risk of offending herself to do this.
Then the people behind the navy are very interesting.
Could it be Shen Jinsong?
...
"Grandpa! What's this word?" Caiwei, who was talking leaky, jumped up and down in front of Yan Simin as if she was wearing a small motor, raised the picture album in her hand, and pointed to a word.
Anyone who knows Yan Simin has the impression that he is a stocky and sturdy person who acts resolutely and seems to have inexhaustible energy.
However, at this time he was curled up in the chair, his head tilted, shriveled and thin, his breathing was heavy with phlegm, and his face was pale.
He had a tube running through his nose, and the other end of the tube was attached to a ventilator.
He smiled at Caiwei, leaned over to look at the album, and said slowly in a vague voice, "I can't see clearly, baby Caiwei, go get grandpa's glasses."
"Good grandpa."
"Call me grandpa."
"But you are Mama's Baba," Xiao Caiwei raised her head to look at Yan Simin, and grinned with a small mouth missing her front teeth, "Mama's Baba is my grandfather, I knew it when I was in kindergarten!"
"Okay, Caiwei is so smart, it was grandpa who made a mistake," Yan Simin patted Caiwei's little head, "Go and get grandpa's glasses."
"Okay grandpa." Cai Wei ran away.
After a while, she ran over with Yan Simin's presbyopic glasses, her face was ruddy, she didn't catch her breath, she was as healthy and flexible as a duiker.
"Here, grandpa."
"You help grandpa put it on."
Caiwei stood on tiptoe and put on reading glasses for Yan Simin.
He held up the album and looked at Grandpa with expectant eyes.
"This," Yan Simin struggled to adjust his glasses, "this word is pronounced as 'pirate', which means... it means a bad person. The two words together are 'pirate', a bad person at sea."
He looked away from the album, "What book is this?"
Caiwei turned to the cover to show him, and said proudly, "Pippi Longstocking! This is a book written by my Baba!"
Yan Simin's face darkened immediately.
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