"Teacher Yu, why do they call you general counsel?"
After having a meal with Yu Dong, Ma Kai and the others felt a lot more relaxed. The main thing is that Yu Dong is approachable, has no airs at all, and is very easy to get along with.
"You're just talking nonsense, I don't hold any position in the art festival." Yu Dong explained with a smile, and then asked them both: "Why did you two wait until the art festival started to come to see it, and why did you come here now?"
Ma Kai smiled and patted Li Qiuhao on the shoulder, "It's not because of Qiuhao. He said that the art festival spans a long time, adding up to more than ten days, and there will definitely be a lot of people there. It's better to come and watch the rehearsal in advance to feel the atmosphere. The main thing is
We are now preparing for the postgraduate entrance examination and don’t have that much time.”
Yu Dong nodded, watching the rehearsal is definitely not as exciting as the formal performance, but their time is precious now and there is nothing they can do.
"Which school are you going to attend?"
"I major in chemistry and am preparing to take the exam for this school," Ma Kai said.
"I'm going to take the entrance examination at Yan'an Normal University."
Hearing that Li Qiuhao said he wanted to take the entrance examination at Yan'an Normal University, Yu Dong smiled and said: "I am familiar with Yan'an Normal University. Maybe we can meet often in the future. Teacher Hu Yueming in the department will not accept graduate students next year. You can go and see Teacher Tong Qingbing, or
It’s Teacher Lee Sun Hyuk.”
"Thank you, Teacher Yu. I have been paying attention to it, and I even wrote a letter to Teacher Tong Qingbing before." Li Qiuhao said.
"By the way, I'm going to go shopping around in the afternoon. Do you have any good places you can recommend to me?"
Ma Kai scratched the back of his head: "Well, there's not much to see in the surrounding area. Take a look at the Yellow River and stroll around Baitashan Park. Teacher Yu, are you tired of seeing all this?"
"I'm not tired of it, but I finally came here and of course I want to see something else. It doesn't have to be very close, just a little distance is fine."
After hearing what Yu Dong said, the two of them used their brains to think of a bunch of scenic spots, some far and some near.
In the end, Yu Dong was more excited about Tianfu Sand Palace and Shifogou. After much deliberation, Yu Dong decided to go to Tianfu Sand Palace first. As for Shifogou, he could wait until Cheng Yanqiu was on vacation tomorrow and go with her.
Compared with Tianfu Sand Palace, Shifogou is definitely more suitable for couples to travel together.
"It's just that it's probably too late to take the bus there at this point." Li Qiuhao looked at the sky with some worry, "The distance is not very far, but the shuttle bus is difficult to get and the time is not fixed."
Yu Dong smiled and said, "It doesn't matter, let's drive there. If you two don't want to go to the rehearsal, you can come with me."
Ma Kai and the others were faced with the two choices of going to the rehearsal or following Yu Dong to the Tianfu Sand Palace. They did not hesitate at all and directly chose the latter.
The three of them returned to the hotel first, and Yu Dong asked the hotel to arrange a car for him without a driver.
This is the good thing about the Grand Hotel. After asking Yu Dong what he wanted to use, he arranged a jeep for him in less than half an hour. The Lanshi Grand Hotel often receives foreign guests and important guests, so the service is better, otherwise Yu Dong would not
This request will not be made.
After getting the car, Yu Dong did not rush to drive, but studied the map first. It would be more troublesome without navigation at this time.
After studying the route, Yu Dong drove the car and took the two young men straight to Tianfu Sand Palace.
On the way, Li Qiuhao told Yu Dong about the myth about the Tianaxe Sand Palace: "According to legend, when Kuafu chased the sun and reached Lanshi, he was so thirsty that he couldn't run anymore, so he raised his ax and wanted to
He cut a well on the ground, but no matter how hard he cut it, no water came out, and he could only die with hatred. But after he died, muddy spring water emerged from the place where he cut it, and this spring water eventually became the Yellow River
, the place where he split the mountain to get water is now the Tianfu Sand Palace."
Regarding the story of Kuafu, Yu Dong has heard at least ten versions, and it is not unusual to hear a new version from Li Qiuhao. No matter what myth it is, it will be added with local characteristics when it comes to the place.
Because there is no development, cars cannot go inside, so you have to stop early, get out of the car and walk.
After a few people got off the car and walked towards the valley, they could see a stone pillar standing on a high slope in the distance. Li Qiuhao secretly told Yu Dong that this was the root left by Kuafu.
Yu Dong turned his head and looked at Li Qiuhao, wondering why your local mythology is so colorful.
The stone pillar is very majestic. Standing aloofly on the hillside, people can't help but sigh at the magic of nature. However, after hearing what Li Qiuhao said, when Yu Dong looked at the stone pillar again, it became more and more wrong.
"Let's go inside."
The Tianfu Sand Palace is a Danxia-like landform. The rocks and soil are red, which is more obvious under the sunlight.
When you encounter a place with little vegetation, you really feel like you are on Mars. The reason why Yu Dong came here is because he wanted to get a feel for his new book.
As soon as he entered the valley, Yu Dong knew that he had come to the right place.
Regardless of whether the landform looks like Mars or not, the desolation and remoteness revealed everywhere here will make people feel a sense of sadness and loneliness.
Looking up at the sand palaces one after another, Yu Dong felt as if he was being held hostage by some ancient power, temporarily far away from modern society.
It's a pity that I didn't prepare a camera, otherwise I could have recorded everything in front of me.
Li Qiuhao is a qualified tour guide. Everywhere he goes, he will point to the sand palace above and introduce it to Yu Dong.
After Li Qiuhao's introduction, Yu Dong learned that there were so many temples in Tianfu Sand Palace. Each building had a name. All the sand palaces formed a whole building complex, and there was a wonderful story.
Until seven or eight o'clock, before the sun had set, the three of them came out of the valley and walked to the parking place.
After this afternoon's play, the three of them were all shabby. Their shirts were okay, but their shoes and pants were no longer visible.
Yu Dong felt like he had a mouthful of dirt in his mouth, but he couldn't spit it out.
After drinking more water, Yu Dong said to Li Qiuhao with a smile: "Qiuhao, the stories about architecture you just told are very interesting and quite coherent. Is it because there is a complete geography or mythology here in Lan City?
?”
Li Qiuhao shook his head, "No, I heard all this from the locals. I sorted it out myself."
"Oh?" Yu Dong looked at Li Qiuhao with interest, "Have you written these things?"
"I have memorized some, but not much. I just played around with it, mainly because I really like these stories."
After hearing what Li Qiuhao said, Yu Dong sincerely suggested: "The stories you told are very interesting, especially the functions of each palace and what happened. If I hadn't known that these buildings are all natural landforms, I would have thought that they were all in the past."
Such a dynasty did appear. If you have time, I suggest you organize the things you have compiled and write a book to share with everyone."
"This...I haven't written a book either."
Yu Dong patted him on the shoulder: "You have the ability to tell stories, don't waste it. Okay, it's getting late, let's go back."
After arriving in the city, Yu Dong first sent the two of them back to school. Yu Dong originally wanted to treat them to dinner, but they refused, saying that they were too dirty and wanted to go back and take a shower. It would not be too early after taking a shower.
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To be honest, they were all tired, and now they just wanted to go back and take a good bath and then lie on the bed to rest. Before leaving, Yu Dong copied his number to the two of them and asked them to contact them at any time, especially Li Qiuhao.
Yu Dong told him that if he wanted to write a book, he could call him if he had any questions.
Returning to the hotel, he returned the car. The use of the car was not free. Yu Dong wanted to pay, but the front desk clerk told him that the bill would be waived for him.
"Why are you exempted?" Yu Dong asked.
"Because you are a very valued guest of our store, the manager decided to waive your bill."
Yu Dong waved his hand, "First of all, I would like to thank your manager for your kindness, but when expressing your kindness, shouldn't you also tell me as the client in advance?"
It's not that Yu Dong is being hypocritical, it's just that this kind of unknown favor is not so easy to bear.
In fact, Yu Dong could also guess that the hotel probably knew his identity, so this happened.
But if he accepts the other party's kindness now without saying a word, and the other party asks for something later, will he agree or not?
Seeing the embarrassment on the front desk's face, Yu Dong shook his head, "Forget it, I won't embarrass you. I'll ask your manager to come over and say I want to thank him in person."
The front desk clerk felt amnesty and hurriedly contacted the manager.
After a while, the manager came over with a smile.
The manager is short, slightly chubby, wearing a pair of glasses, and looks polite.
As soon as the person arrived, the business card was handed over, "Hello, Teacher Yu Dong, I am the manager of our hotel, Lin Ruoqi, you can just call me Xiao Lin."
Yu Dong took the business card and said with a smile, "Manager Lin, I asked them to invite you here because I wanted to thank you in person for your kindness. However, since you are not rewarded for your merits, I still don't want to give you the money. I'll accept the business card and you can pay it.
Accept it too, and let’s make friends.”
"This...I'm sorry, Teacher Yu, I was rude." Lin Ruoqi stopped pestering him and asked the front desk to calculate the money for Yu Dong.
Later the bill was calculated and it was only fifty yuan.
Nowadays, the price of gas is more than one yuan, and charging fifty is basically enough to pay for gas. However, this time Yu Dong didn't say anything and just paid the money.
Lin Ruoqi's attitude made Yu Dong somewhat fond of him. He was very measured and would not embarrass others. It seemed reasonable that he could manage such a significant hotel.
After Yu Dong took a shower, he went to the hotel restaurant to eat. After eating, he was about to go out when he met Lin Ruoqi again.
Lin Ruoqi took Yu Dong to chat for a while, and then took him to visit the hotel.
Walking to a painting, Lin Ruoqi introduced it to Yu Dong: "Teacher Yu Dong, do you know who wrote this painting?"
Yu Dong smiled, and the signature was written clearly: In September 1957, Mei Lanfang wrote the letter. Anyone who is not blind or illiterate can tell whose handwriting it is.
"Yes, this is the inscription that Teacher Mei Lanfang wrote for our hotel."
This is a five-character poem by Yu Xin of the Southern and Northern Dynasties, called "Poetry on Painting Screens". It is indeed appropriate to write it here.
"Mr. Mei Lanfang's calligraphy has both the bones and muscles of Liu Kai and the rules of Ou Kai. His brushwork is very exquisite. They say that he is excellent at calligraphy and painting, and it seems that this is true. I have seen his paintings before, and they are very good.
It’s so amazing, I didn’t expect this word to be so generous.”
Yu Dong is not exaggerating. Mei Lanfang's handwriting is really good. He combines the techniques of many masters, but he also writes his own style.
Lin Ruoqi looked happy, "It seems that Teacher Yu Dong has also studied calligraphy. Do you also write regularly?"
"I don't dare to do research. I practiced regular script for a while before, but it's just superficial." Yu Dong said with a smile.
"Teacher Yu is so humble. In addition to Teacher Mei Lanfang's calligraphy, there are also other teachers' calligraphy. Here, this one is from when Teacher Chang Xiangyu Chang came..."
Lin Ruoqi looked at Yu Dong one by one, hinting at Yu Dong in and out of his words, wanting him to leave a message too.
However, Yu Dong insisted on not picking a fight. He knew his own level. The few years he had practiced regular script, it was enough to bluff ordinary people, but when put together with these people's calligraphy, it pales in comparison.
Later, Lin Ruoqi no longer hinted, but said it directly, "I wonder if Teacher Yu Dong would like to leave a calligraphy treasure for our restaurant? If there is an inscription by Teacher Yu, our hotel will definitely be honored a lot."
"Teacher Yu, don't blame me for being too abrupt. It's really because our hotel hasn't had a distinguished guest like you, Teacher Yu, for a long time. If I can't keep your calligraphy, I'm afraid I'll have to stay up all night tonight."
Yu Dong looked at Lin Ruoqi's enthusiasm, thought for a moment, and said, "Okay, let me write a few words."
"Okay, okay, I'll get ready."
In just one minute, the Four Treasures of the Study were prepared for Yu Dong. Yu Dong knew clearly that Lin Ruoqi must have prepared these things long ago.
In this case, Yu Dong stopped being pretentious and wrote:
Outside Guo, I can see smoke from cooking, and in front of the old fence of the tiled house. I am leisurely watching the osmanthus seeds falling. If they don’t fall, the years will pass.
Signed: Written in Dong Jincheng in August 1994.
"Good words, good words!"
As soon as Yu Dong finished writing, Lin Ruoqi took the lead in applauding, "It's vigorous and powerful, and the writing skills are rigorous. I didn't expect that Teacher Yu Dong's calligraphy skills are so high."
In fact, Lin Ruoqi and the others don't know calligraphy, but he knows that regular script is praised for its vigor and strength and rigorous writing skills, while cursive script is praised for its smooth and flowing movements.
However, in his opinion, Yu Dong was indeed humble. The writing was so good, it was just like the printed word.
The most important thing is that it is big enough, larger than the characters written by Mr. Mei Lanfang.
It's dark enough that if you hang it on the wall, you can see it from a long distance.
Other waiters had similar reactions. They all thought the characters were quite beautiful, even better than the messy things written by great calligraphers.
Yu Dong shook his head secretly. He wanted to say that what he did couldn't be called calligraphy at all, it could only be called writing. No matter who practiced it for two or three years, he could write like this. When he was practicing calligraphy, there were many students who were learning with him.
It's better than his writing.
As for this poem, he wrote it for Cheng Yanqiu. Cheng Yanqiu said that she liked the quiet rural life, building an old house, planting a osmanthus tree in the yard, and a pond with some lotus flowers in it.
Liu Yong wrote a poem "Looking at the Tide", in which there is a sentence "There are three autumn osmanthus and ten miles of lotus" Cheng Yanqiu liked it very much.
Yu Dong wrote this poem, which also contains Cheng Yanqiu's nickname, Luoluo.
Lin Ruoqi was busy using rice paper to absorb ink for words, while Yu Dong put down the brush, said hello to him and went out.
Cheng Yanqiu will be busy very late tonight and will have a day off tomorrow. Yu Dong is going to pick her up now.
After getting the calligraphy, Lin Ruoqi was satisfied. Hearing that Yu Dong was going out, he asked the front desk to help Yu Dong arrange a car. He still held the rice paper to absorb ink, and he did not dare to let others do this work for fear of problems.
After Yu Dong left, Lin Ruoqi asked the others: "Has any of you seen this poem? What is its name and who wrote it?"
You must know these things, otherwise wouldn’t it be embarrassing if you don’t know anything when introducing them to other guests later?
He was embarrassed to ask when Yu Dong was around just now, for fear of appearing too uneducated.
But the waiters all shook their heads: "I don't know, I haven't heard of it."
Lin Ruoqi sighed. He didn't expect these waiters to recognize him. After all, he had the highest level of education in the entire hotel. He had never heard of it, and most likely no one else had heard of it either.
I'd better ask someone else later.
…
Yu Dong did not let the driver take him there, but drove to Baitashan Park by himself.
Cheng Yanqiu and the others were still assisting the song and dance troupe in rehearsing. Yu Dong watched for a while and then ran to find a place to rest nearby.
It was almost eleven o'clock before Cheng Yanqiu and the others finished.
On the way back, Cheng Yanqiu fell asleep in the passenger seat.
When they arrived at the hotel and got out of the car, Yu Dong walked around to the passenger seat and was about to take her out, but she woke up in a daze.
"Are you awake?"
Cheng Yanqiu glanced at Yu Dong sleepily, and when he saw that he was about to hug him, he shook his head, "I'm not awake yet."
Then open your arms.
Yu Dong smiled, picked her up by the waist.
When they got to the room, Cheng Yanqiu went to take a shower, while Yu Dong turned on the TV and watched it. When Cheng Yanqiu came out, he found that Yu Dong had fallen asleep on the bed.
Cheng Yanqiu looked at the sleeping Yu Dong, thought for a while, then lay down next to him, then turned off the lights and went to sleep. Anyway, the bed was big, so there was no problem sleeping the two of them.
But just after lying down, Cheng Yanqiu felt that Yu Dong seemed to be squirming towards her, and after a while, Yu Dong's hand touched her leg.
At this moment she also realized that Yu Dong was pretending to sleep.
"I'm going to sleep on the sofa."
Cheng Yanqiu made a gesture to get up, but Yu Dong pulled him into his arms and hugged him tightly.
In the darkness, she heard his breath, which varied from shallow to heavy. Later, the breath moved from her ears to the tip of her nose. It was as warm as a fire, warming her body.
There is a flower bone hidden in the cold winter. When the warm wind blows, it blooms enthusiastically.
After the warm wind, there were strong winds and showers again, and the newly bloomed flowers swayed in the wind and rain, as if they had no roots, growing precariously in the air.
In the darkness, it seemed as if there was an ink-black sea in front of us. The tide surged in, lapping against the shore. The tide rose higher and higher, and eventually the entire flower was submerged. The sea water was warmer than the wind and rain, but it was more powerful.
It was fierce and wrapped her tightly.
Later, when the tide receded, the snorting sound came again, still like a fire.
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The next morning, Cheng Yanqiu secretly put away the sheets.
Fortunately, there are spare quilts and sheets in the room, so you don't have to go out of your way to say hello to the housekeeper.
Originally, Yu Dong was going to take Cheng Yanqiu to Shifogou today, but Cheng Yanqiu felt that he was too tired these days and wanted to have a good rest, so the two of them stayed in the room until they went out at noon.
I walked around the city in the afternoon, and the day ended like this.
"Ah, the day has passed like this. After the art festival is over, I must have a good rest for a few days."
In the evening, lying on the sofa and watching TV, Cheng Yanqiu stretched himself and lamented that the vacation was too short.
But Yu Dong poured cold water on her, "The art festival is over, we hurried to school and it started, so we will be busy again."
"Oh, stop talking. The more you talk, the more tired I feel. By the way, how is your new book going? You have been dragged by them every day during this period. Do you still have time to write a new book?"
"No, the preparations will start in the next few days. The preparations have been done, and the rest is easy."
Cheng Yanqiu rested his head on Yu Dong's shoulder, "Thank you, you didn't get any rest this summer."
"Yeah, so how do you think you can compensate me?" Yu Dong looked at Cheng Yanqiu with a wicked smile.
"How to compensate... Hey, didn't you just..."
"I can't help it, I'm in good health."
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After the art festival officially started, Cheng Yanqiu and the others relaxed because the program had been finalized and they were no longer needed.
So for the next eleven days, the two of them went to the art festival during the day and went shopping in the city at night.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! On August 28, Yu Dong and Cheng Yanqiu were preparing to go back.
Lin Ruoqi hurriedly found someone to hang up the framed words, and then invited Yu Dong and the others to stand under the words and take a photo together.
Cheng Yanqiu didn't know about Yu Dong's inscription on the hotel before. After hearing about it, she was quite curious, because she only knew that Yu Dong could write beautiful calligraphy with hard pen, but she didn't know that Yu Dong could write calligraphy with calligraphy.
After seeing the calligraphy, Cheng Yanqiu's first reaction was: Yu Dong's calligraphy is not as good as hard pen writing.
"There are too many restrictions, and it is not as easy as writing with pen."
Yu Dong smiled and explained, "It's been too long since I've written."
"Then you can practice at ordinary times, and I will buy you the Four Treasures of the Study later." After Cheng Yanqiu read the words, he went to read the poems.
After reading the poem, Cheng Yanqiu always felt familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard this poem.
"Whose poem is this?" Cheng Yanqiu asked.
Lin Ruoqi next to him breathed a sigh of relief. He had always wanted to ask this question but was too embarrassed to ask it.
It turns out that Yu Dong’s wife doesn’t know the origin of this poem, so it’s not a shame if she doesn’t know.
Yu Dong smiled and replied, "This poem is called "Luoluo". It was written by a San person from Cucumber Garden. He was in his twenties when he wrote this poem. It was written for his wife."
"Oh, yes, Teacher Yu, look, there is also the word "Luoluo" in it. I never saw that this is a poem about the poet expressing love to his beloved wife. I didn't expect that he actually asked the knot to be named after his wife.
Put it into the poem. This Cucumber Garden Sanren seems to be a very romantic poet."
After hearing Yu Dong's explanation, Lin Ruoqi suddenly understood the poem and seemed a little excited.
"It seems that Teacher Yu chose to write the poem "The Sanren in the Cucumber Garden" because of Mrs. Yu. The two couples have a deep love that makes others envious."
Lin Ruoqi was kept in the dark, but Cheng Yanqiu knew it clearly.
The Cucumber Garden Sanren is Yu Dong himself!
She felt that Yu Dong was not serious, but at the same time she felt moved. She did not expect that Yu Dong actually wrote a poem for herself.
No wonder this poem looks familiar. Doesn’t it describe her dream life?
Outside Guo, I can see smoke from cooking, and in front of the old fence of the tiled house. I am leisurely watching the osmanthus seeds falling. If they don’t fall, the years will pass.
Looking at this poem, she could even imagine that there was such a tiled house outside the city. The two of them were sitting in the fenced yard with a wicker chair. Occasionally, a osmanthus tree fell from the tree, and it fell to the ground with a thud. What a sense of royal power and wealth.
, fame and fortune are far away.
Yu Dong looked at his watch, pulled Cheng Yanqiu and waved to Lin Ruoqi, "Okay, Manager Lin, we have to leave. See you again if we are destined."
"If Teacher Yu Dong comes to Lanshi again in the future, be sure to contact us and we will provide the best service."
Seeing Yu Dong and Cheng Yanqiu walking away, Lin Ruoqi scratched his head and muttered to himself: "Who is this Cucumber Garden Sanren?"
He has heard many names of poets, such as Bai Juyi, a layman from Xiangshan, Du Fu, a layman from Shaoling, Li Bai, a layman from Qinglian, Tao Yuanming, Mr. Wuliu, and Su Shi, a layman from Dongpo.
But he had really never heard of this Cucumber Garden Sanren.
But from this number, he might be a Taoist.
Lin Ruoqi walked towards the lobby with his hands behind his back. When passing by the front desk, he asked: "Have you ever heard of Cucumber Garden Sanren?"
The two young men at the front desk shook their heads repeatedly, and Lin Ruoqi also shook his head, "Read more poetry and cultivate your sentiments. After all, we are a hotel under the Provincial General Office, and our level must be raised. Do you understand?"
"knew."
Lin Ruoqi nodded with satisfaction.
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It was only after Yu Dong arrived in Jinling that he received a call from Zhang Ming.
"Teacher Yu Dong, you were in a hurry to leave. I'm going to look for you after this. I heard that you and your lover have returned to Jinling."
"I'm sorry, Teacher Zhang, we were in a hurry to get back to school and didn't have time to say hello to you." Yu Dong explained.
Zhang Ming smiled and said, "Why don't I say hello? I've troubled you a lot some time ago. I just wanted to find an opportunity to treat you to a meal and thank you."
"You're welcome, I learned a lot from you and Director Chen."
"Teacher Yu, you are so humble. By the way, Teacher Yu, we also talked about your "Death of a Widow" last time. I wonder if you still remember it?"
"Remember, of course I remember, you joked that you wanted to turn it into a play."
Zhang Ming said with a smile, "I'm not joking, I'm serious. But I have been busy with "Aurora" before and I don't have any extra time. Now that I have free time, I just want to ask you if you are willing to authorize it. I will also follow
Just tell me, we are a provincial unit, I'm afraid we can't give you much money, it's all based on standards."
Yu Dong smiled heartily, "Hey, it's money or not. I'll have someone write an authorization letter for you later. You just need to change it."
Yu Dong really doesn't care much about changing the play. It's not an exclusive authorization anyway. If other people want to change it later, he can give it again. There is no conflict.
As for remuneration, Yu Dong also knows that the provincial drama troupe has a fixed standard for what they can give. Zhang Ming can't decide. If he wants more, the other party won't be able to give it. If he doesn't want it, the other party will definitely give it to him.
Hearing Yu Dong's promise, Zhang Ming was naturally happy, "Hey, thank you so much, Teacher Yu Dong. When our play is finished, I will definitely ask you to come over and give us guidance."
"You're welcome. I also want to thank you for your love for "Death of a Widow." When your play is released, you can come to Jinling and perform a few performances for the audience here."
"If you can, that's great."
After chatting with Zhang Ming for a few more words, Yu Dong and Cheng Yanqiu arrived at the school gate.
Uncle Zhou saw the two of them from a distance. The old man had a smiling expression on his face. When they arrived at the door of the reception room, he joked: "Oh, I haven't seen you for a summer. Why do you two look more and more alike?"
Cheng Yanqiu shouted "Hello, Uncle Zhou" and then walked away quickly. Yu Dong lagged behind and smiled at Uncle Zhou: "I haven't seen you in a summer. Uncle Zhou is getting younger and younger. I see your bell-bottom pants."
It looks great on you. But these bell-bottom pants are not fashionable now, and you are a bit late to catch the trend."
Speaking of these bell-bottom pants, Uncle Zhou was full of complaints, "It's not your aunt's fault. Well, if you want to wear these pants for me, I'm really ugly."
When he got excited, Uncle Zhou started talking in Jinling dialect.
"Haha, I just came back. I'm going back to take a rest. Uncle, you're busy."
The school hasn't officially started yet, but there are already many people in the school.
Returning to the dormitory compound, Yu Dong miraculously discovered that Bi Feiyu was weeding in the vegetable garden.
It's really crazy that a person like Bi Feiyu who is too lazy to hoe can go to weed.
"Am I right? The person standing in the vegetable garden with a hoe in his hand is actually our great writer Bi Feiyu?"
Hearing Yu Dong's voice, Bi Feiyu turned his head, threw the hoe in his hand to the ground, and ran out in two or two steps.
"You are finally back. These days when you were away have been hard on me. Fu Jing asked me to take care of the vegetable garden every day. I asked Yu Hua to come here, but he still refused to do it. Not only did he not do it, he also came to steal it every night.
I grew cucumbers.”
"Come and steal every night?"
"Ang, I stole it this morning too."
"Hey, that's not right. Didn't I grow this cucumber?"
"You planted it, but you didn't care about the cultivation. The wind blew the frame down in the middle, and I came over to repair it. However, we planted and cultivated one by one, but neither of us got any benefit. All the cucumbers were eaten by Yu Hua.
The guy likes to eat tender melons, so he picks them when they are a little bigger and eats them."
Yu Dong stretched his head and took a look, "Are there any melons left now?"
"Yes, there are a few old melons. I hid them underneath so he didn't see them. I picked them after a while, and asked Fu Jing to make cucumbers in the evening. I called Yu Hua and we all had a drink."
"He stole your melons, and you invited him to drink?"
"If you steal a melon, you'll steal it; if you drink it, you'll drink it."
Bi Feiyu jumped back to the vegetable garden, found a few cucumbers from under the shelf, picked them, and washed them with some well water.
"I'm going back first. You can go directly to my house later."
After Bi Feiyu left, Yu Dong looked at the yard and saw that there was no one else. Most people should have gone to work by now.
He put down his luggage and lay down on the bed. It was still early and he was in no hurry to go to Bi Feiyu's house.
"The Martian" has already written 30,000 words, and it is estimated that it will need to be 160,000 to 200,000 words. It will be written very quickly now, and it will probably be completed in another month at most.
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Jingle Bell--
Yu Dong was in a daze when he heard the phone ringing. He squinted and walked to the table to answer the phone: "Hello, how are you?"
"Yu Dong, it's me, Feng Xiaoning, why do you sound so tired?"
Yu Dong rubbed his eyes, "It's Director Feng. I just came back from overseas and squinted for a while."
"Oh, I didn't disturb your rest."
Yu Dong looked at the time. It was already past six o'clock. He smiled and said, "No, your call came just in time. I have to go out soon."
"In that case, I won't bother you any more. I'm calling to tell you that "The Butterfly Effect" will be released on October 21st."
"Congratulations, it has finally started broadcasting after so long."
It is indeed not easy. Feng Xiaoning has not yet released a movie, and Zhang Yimou has finished two movies. When it was submitted for review last time, Feng Xiaoning felt that it was not good to use "Chaos Diary" as the title of the film, so he came to ask for Yu Dong's opinion, and Yu Dong gave it
He mentioned the butterfly effect, which he finally adopted.
"Anyway, I finally came out, and I have not let you down. I just called you to talk about this, so go ahead and do your work."
"Okay, keep in touch."
After hanging up the phone with Feng Xiaoning, Yu Dong washed his face and went to Bi Feiyu's house.
Yu Hua's family had arrived long ago, and Cheng Yanqiu was also there.
As soon as Yu Dong walked in, Fu Jing began to scold Bi Feiyu, "Bi Feiyu is really interesting. He asked you to eat, but he didn't remember to ask you to bring the inkstone. If I didn't ask, I would have left the inkstone behind."
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Bi Feiyu argued: "Does Yanqiu need to bark in a special way? I ask Yu Donglai to eat, but he doesn't know how to bark himself?"
Yu Dong smiled and nodded, "Yeah, it's all my fault."
"It's not your fault, but who is to blame?"
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Jiang Xianyong looked at the people attending the meeting and knocked on the table: "We don't have much time left, that is, in these two days, we have to decide which movie to introduce."
The film bureau has made a decision to introduce an American movie this year as the country's first blockbuster movie.
Originally, the film bureau was already discussing specific details with Warner Bros. in the United States, but Universal suddenly intervened.
It is certainly a good thing for the film bureau to have one more company competing.
But the problem is that now there is no way to determine which company to introduce.
The movie Warner sent was "The Fugitive" which was released in the United States last year and performed well at the box office, taking in nearly 200 million U.S. dollars in the United States.
On the other hand, Universal sent "The Second World" which has not yet been officially released. Although this movie has not been tested by the market, its director is Spielberg, and the name alone is enough to make people interested.
Confidence gained.
Also, the original author of this film is Yu Dong, a Chinese.
The reason for the hesitation is that the conditions offered by Universal are not as good as those provided by Warner, and the account sharing ratio is slightly lower.
Seeing Jiang Xianyong knocking on the table, the others remained silent.
This meeting has been going on for more than a week, but no result has been reached.
Mainly because no one wants to take responsibility.
From an emotional point of view, everyone hopes to introduce "Second World". But introducing "Second World" will be risky. What if Spielberg fails this time? And they will give a smaller share of the same box office.
In this case, the income here will also decrease.
Seeing that no one was speaking, Jiang Xianyong spoke again, "Let me give you an idea. When I had dinner with a leader a few days ago, we talked about "The Second World". The leader spoke well of the book. The leader pointed out,
Our domestically produced writers rushed out without asking us to worry about it. It would be shameful for us to be timid and timid, and we would not look like we want to reform."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! As soon as Jiang Xianyong said these words, the tone was set, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Deputy Director Liu Hu, who was sitting next to Jiang Xianyong, said with a smile, "Although I haven't read "The Second World", my kid bought a copy and was obsessed with it. I also learned some information through Quanzi, so
Dong is now very influential in the science fiction world, with many book fans. Thousands of people can attend a book signing event, and the market influence is sufficient. I think, even if Spielberg is not trustworthy, Yu Dong’s appeal in the country
It’s also trustworthy.”
"I have also heard what Director Liu said." Li Zhenguo, who was sitting opposite Liu Hu, took over and said, "In the past two months, I heard someone discussing Mars when I was walking. I was quite surprised at the time. Later,
Only then did I realize that it was Yu Dong who wanted to write a science fiction novel about Mars, which triggered a heated discussion in society. Many media reported this matter. Therefore, Yu Dong’s influence is not only in
It is no longer in the science fiction world, but has penetrated into the general public.”
"That's right, that's right..."
"I also know this situation..."
"The Second World is more suitable."
Jiang Xianyong looked at everyone expressing their opinions and raised the corners of his mouth slightly. These old fools would not move at all unless they gave some signals.
"Okay, then the matter is settled. Director Liu, please go and contact Universal. Of course, you still have to pay attention to the method when contacting them. If the terms can be negotiated better, of course it will be better."
"Okay, I promise to complete the task."
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When Jimmy was preparing for the second Werewolf Club, he received a call from Spielberg. The other party told him the good news. Universal Pictures had reached an agreement with China and "The Second World" would be the first part.
A large number of accounts have entered the Chinese market.
"The Second World" missed the summer box office prime time in the United States and is finally scheduled to be released on October 14th. However, its release time in China will be one month later than the United States, which is mid-November.
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Jimmy almost jumped up with joy when he got the news.
The assistant Dalot next to him was very surprised to see Jimmy so happy. He had never seen Jimmy show such strong emotions. It was obvious that Jimmy must have heard very good news.
This is certainly very good news.
Whether "The Second World" can be released in China will not actually have much impact on Dong's reputation in the United States. However, it will affect Yu Dong's status in the country.
This influence is not limited to the novel world.
As the first partial blockbuster film introduced to China, Jimmy believes that "Second World" will definitely detonate the entire Chinese film industry. By that time, the movie "Second World" will be talked about in the streets, and its original work, the novel of the same name, will
"Second World" will naturally not be ignored.
The name Yu Dong will completely break into the Chinese film industry. When capital pours into the Chinese film industry, there is no doubt that Yu Dong will become the darling of capital.
Of course, Yu Dong will not be the kind of darling of capital who can be manipulated by others, because he is capital himself.
Everything is developing in a good direction.
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Chapter completed!