After returning from Hongluo Temple, the tired Ji Yun threw himself directly on the sofa.

"Qianqian, are you happy about having fun?"

Ji's mother poured a glass of water for the two of them and asked Wan Qian.

"It's pretty good, there are a lot of people."

The attractions are almost the same, and the photos are beautiful, but in fact, they always have a "just this" mentality when they arrive at the place.

The moment you climb to the top is satisfied with the hardships of climbing, but it is another torture when you go down the mountain.

Not to mention the attractions were swept by shoulder to shoulder, the two were wrapped tightly, and the packaging was like spies.

I am just hiding from others, so I have no time to enjoy the scenery.

"Where is my dad?"

Ji Yun looked up and said that during the winter vacation, old Jitou should have read books at home.

"Oh, he went to chat with that big director."

“How long have you been there?”

Ji Yun's heart was thrilled. Old Ji was a little honest and used all his ability to fool people on his father-in-law. He always acted like a teacher when he first met.

Teachers generally do not fool students, and they are generally not fooled by students.

But Jiang Wen is really not a good student. If they talk for a while, he is really afraid that Lao Ji will fall into the trap.

"You left after you left. It's been four or five hours, and you probably are coming back soon."

"It's over."

Ji Yun raised his head helplessly, either chatting or getting into a trap.

I said Jiang Wen agreed so happily at that time, but he didn't have a good intention.

Just as I was about to call him, he suddenly interrupted a knock on the door.

"Who?"

Ji Yun pushed open the door, and what was standing outside the door was the old Jitou wearing wind and snow.

"You are back..."

Old Ji lowered his head, and Ji Yun suddenly looked at the figure standing behind him.

"Director Jiang?"

"What's the name of Director Jiang? Uncle Jiang." Old Jitou gave him a fierce look.

"hey-hey."

Jiang Wen made a yeah gesture behind Lao Jitou, and his smile was very refreshing.

"Please come in."

"You can't even call someone when your child is so old. Brother, please take the responsibility."

Jiang Wen smiled, "It's okay, even young people of this age can't open their mouths, they can understand."

"Wife, make a few more dishes, and your family will entertain guests today."

"Hey, please trouble my sister-in-law."

Jiang Wen didn't treat himself as an outsider, "Slippers are in this cabinet, right?"

"Yes, yes, how big are your feet? I'll give you what Ji Yun wears."

"OK."

Jiang Wen struded his head and walked into the house, colliding with Wan Qian head-on, "Oh, my niece-in-law is here too."

Wan Qian was a little confused, "Hello, Director Jiang."

"Don't call my daughter a son, just call her uncle."

"Yes!" Jiang Wen nodded and hugged Lao Ji's shoulders: "We two recognize each other today, how do you say that word?"

"I wish I had met too late!"

"Yes, I wish I had met too late."

As he said that, he raised an eyebrow at Ji Yun.

Although I was half-brother with you two days ago, I have become your uncle now.

I was not convinced.

"What's going on?"

"Old Jitou went out and recognized my relatives."

Ji Yun rolled his eyes and waited for Jiang Wen to make a move.

"I've talked to your uncle that story."

"Xia Yin?"

"Yes." Jiang Wen gave a thumbs up, "Today my brother told me this book, and he benefited a lot. It's such a good story. It would be a pity if he didn't make it into a script."

He pretended quite well.

He has definitely read the book Xia Yin. He starred in the drama "Yanjing People in New York". When doing his homework, he must have read Mr. Zhang's "Man in New York".

The brushwork is sharp and the plot is ups and downs, and he even encountered "Xia Yin" that fits that history. It is impossible for him to have never seen it.

"It should indeed be made into a movie." Old Jitou said with great enthusiasm: "Do you know why I came back so late today?"

Ji Yun shook his head: "I don't know."

"You Uncle Jiang took me to see the films that made the bullets fly."

Jiang Wen waved his hand with a smile, "The original edited version does not count."

Ji Yun raised his eyebrows, Jiang Wen had already spent a lot of money.

Maybe it’s also the story of Old Jitou as a teacher and Ji Yun’s father, so he won’t reveal the plot. If Old Jitou is a little looser, this would probably be the biggest mistake in film history.

“It was a great shot.”

"It's a pity."

Old Jitou was still savoring and gave Ji Yun a thumbs up, "You're acting so bad. I almost thought about slapping you two big mouths to help you entertain me."

"hehe."

When Jiang Wen saw that the conversation was almost the same, he immediately got to the point.

"Brother, do you think the movie Xia Yin can be sold as a hit?"

"It must be!" Old Jitou lit the sofa excitedly, "That's Mr. Zhang's work! His literary style is elegant and romantic in his writing. Anyone picking out a section is more connotative than 99% of the country's movies."

Ji Yun immediately poured a basin of cold water on him, "Everyone doesn't like watching such preaching movies."

The sample Jiang Wen showed him before was a rough edited version, and the story context in it has not been clarified yet.

In other words, professional talents like Lao Jitou can sort out the main line and many metaphors from the complicated narrative.

If you hadn't had this kind of knowledge reserve, it would have been half an hour since you could figure out a word.

Qiao Shan’s viewing level can actually represent the current situation of most movies.

When he saw the lines in the script, he exclaimed that he was awesome.

But when you ask him where the cow is, he can't say a word, and he just says it smells dry and it's dry.

There is a fart smell, and even fart on his face, he can exclaim that he is awesome.

"There must be an audience for such a movie."

Before Jiang Wen could speak, Lao Jitou began to make up for it. "Movies are like texts, divided into surface and inner layers. In the classical Chinese texts in the test questions, translation and words represent the surface, which is enough to deal with the test. The ideas and meanings of the article represent the inner layer. Today's students should not ignore the fundamental things left by their ancestors in order to take the test.

Just like a movie, the superficial things can meet the standards of qualified or even high-quality in the eyes of the public, but if you want the audience to watch repeatedly, you must have deep meaning. If there is something to dig, Xia Yin will have deep meaning."

After saying this, Jiang Wen applauded and Ji Yun was speechless.

What else can I say? In terms of these principles, ten Jiyun tied up is not enough to be professional for Lao Jitou.

What's more, what he said is right.

Wouldn't it be successful if you let the bullets fly, but you would still be a lot of money.

"So I'm optimistic about the remake of "Xia Yin" into a movie."

"I'm optimistic too! It coincides with my elder brother's idea!" Jiang Wen raised his hands to agree.

"I'm optimistic, too."

After saying this, Wan Qian was so excited that she immediately supported her.

Ji Yun pulled Wan Qian's hem, didn't you realize that your man is now in a swamp?

If you don’t take out a rope and pull me, just let it go, and you’re still using your twelve legs here?

"Brother, who do you think will be the right one to act in this movie?"
Chapter completed!