In the lobby of Jinling Hotel, Zhang Yimou was sitting on the sofa, with a suitcase standing in front of him.
This trip to Jinling has ended, and they will return to Yanjing tonight. Gong Li and the staff are still packing their luggage in the guest room, but he was quick to come down early.
 In addition to sofa seats for people to rest, the hall also has a shelf with some newspapers and magazines on it.
Having nothing to do, Zhang Yimou got up and walked to the shelf, looking for a newspaper to pass the time.
When people arrived, they saw several "Zhongshan" magazines placed together.
 He suddenly remembered what Su Tong said before and picked up the November issue of "Zhongshan".
“Hey, what’s the name of the novel he wrote?” Zhang Yimou thought for a while but couldn’t remember the name of the novel Yu Dong wrote. Then he patted his head and said, “You should be able to find it by looking for the author’s name.”
Soon he found Yu Dong's name in the catalog, looked at the title of the book in front, and muttered to himself: "By the way, it's called Butian."
Turning to the page "Mending the Sky", Zhang Yimou took another cup of tea, and then slowly sat back on the sofa.
The hot tea sloshed in the cup for a while, creating circles of water ripples. Slowly, the water ripples became lighter and lighter, and eventually became calm.
  The lamp on the ceiling of the hall is reflected in the tea cup, because the steaming heat looks a little blurry. As time goes by, the heat slowly dissipates, and the light gradually becomes clear in the cup.
 Subsequently, the tea began to cool down, a film formed on the water, and the light became blurry again.
Until it was completely cool, it was not picked up once.
 When Zhang Yimou finished reading "Mending the Sky", he felt his mouth was a little dry. He subconsciously picked up the cup and took a sip, only to find that the tea had gone cold.
“The tea has cooled down. I’ll ask someone to pour you another cup.”
Gong Li's voice sounded next to her, and at some point she was sitting next to Zhang Yimou.
 Zhang Yimou saw Gong Li, smiled and shook his head, then drank the herbal tea in one gulp.
After drinking the tea, Zhang Yimou wiped his mouth and praised: "Good tea."
Gong Li smiled and said: "The water is cold and the tea leaves are yellow, but the tea is still good."
Zhang Yimou raised the "Zhongshan" magazine in his hand, "What's really good about this is that Su Tong didn't lie to me. His junior brother is indeed very powerful. I may not understand much about literature, but his ability to write stories
It’s really amazing, the pace is as fast as watching the news, but the visuals are better than the news.”
Gong Li raised her eyebrows, "Is this what you're talking about written by the Yu Dong I saw last night?"
"The name is correct, it should be him." Zhang Yimou nodded and said with some shame, "I'm still blind. I looked down on him last night and only regarded him as a young boy who just graduated from college."
"But didn't you say that Su Tong became famous when he was in his early twenties? Didn't you also recommend that I read his "Escape of 1934"?" Gong Li looked at Zhang Yimou and said, "Since Su Tong can write it at such a young age,
Good work, why can’t this Yu Dong do it?”
 Although Gong Li said this, it was actually an afterthought.
Her impression of Dong last night wasn't bad, but she didn't expect him to be connected with writers. She hasn't read Yu Dong's novels yet, but since Zhang Yimou said it was good, it must be good. She believed in Zhang Yimou's aesthetics and
taste.
After listening to Gong Li's words, Zhang Yimou nodded with deep approval and said: "Yes, there is a living example in front of me. My vision is still so limited. It really shouldn't be. Next time, let's come here specifically to see it."
Let’s go and invite them to have dinner together.”
Gong Li blinked curiously: "Are you interested in Dong's novel? Do you have any ideas about making it into a movie?"
 Zhang Yimou shook his head, "It's true that I'm interested, but making a movie... I'm afraid it won't work."
 “Why, isn’t it suitable to be made into a movie?”
"No, it's just that many scenes in it are very big, and I didn't have any ideas when watching them. If these scenes can't be realized, the effect will not be presented, and it is better not to shoot. Of course, this problem is not just that I can't solve it;
It’s hard to achieve with current technology, but maybe there will be hope in a few years.”
Zhang Yimou sounded a little regretful. The story is a good one, and it is close to the myth and appeared in "Zhongshan". Commercially, the story has many attractive elements and the rhythm is good. Artistically, the work is full of humanistic care.
Besides, there are no such films at home or abroad yet, and they are very experimental.
He said he wanted to make an appointment with Su Tong and Yu Dong again. On the one hand, he wanted to get to know these two writers more deeply. On the other hand, although he did not interrupt Yu Dong last night, deep down he still felt that he did not pay enough attention to them, so
And with some compensatory mentality.
"Oh, by the way." Zhang Yimou looked at Gong Li, "You mentioned "The Escape of 1934" and I remembered it. Have you finished reading this book?"
Gong Li licked her hair by her ears and looked away, a little embarrassed, "I read a little bit, but I couldn't stand it anymore. I felt like the story was fragmented and couldn't be connected."
“Red Sorghum” is much longer than that, haven’t you finished reading it too?”
 “That’s not for filming.”
 Zhang Yimou smiled, "Red Sorghum" is not easy to read, and the story is also discontinuous. Sometimes pure literature is troublesome in this regard, making it difficult to read.
“Let’s go, I’ll ask the front desk if I can take the magazine away.”
 When they heard that Zhang Yimou wanted to take away the magazine, the hotel was responsible. It was a magazine, so even if Zhang Yimou wanted to move the sofa in the hotel lobby, they wouldn't have much objection.
After finishing the magazine, Zhang Yimou borrowed a phone from the hotel and called Su Tong. He said goodbye to Su Tong and told Su Tong that he would be the host to treat Su Tong and Yu Dong to dinner next time.
At the magazine, Su Tong hung up the phone from Zhang Yimou, with a smile on his face. Although Zhang Yimou didn't say anything, Su Tong had already guessed that he had seen Yu Dong's "Mending the Sky," otherwise he wouldn't have specifically mentioned Yu Dong.
 …
 “A sneeze, a sneeze——”
Yu Dong was watching his class of students preparing for the competition in the classroom when he suddenly covered his nose and sneezed twice.
 Qu Patriot, who was on the side, laughed and said, "Brother Dong, sneezing twice proves that someone is thinking of you."
 “Concentrate on preparing for the competition, you don’t have so much to talk about.”
Yu Dong rolled his eyes at Qu Aiguo. After getting to know him well, this boy didn't even call him teacher, but called him Brother Dong instead.
 But in fact Yu Dong was several months younger than Qu Aiguo.
Qu Aiguo was born in 1967 and did not catch up with the good times. Due to family reasons, he did not enter the first grade of elementary school until he was ten years old. Later, his parents returned to the city from the countryside, and he was delayed for a year by changing schools. In addition, due to the lack of cultural classes, he
It took another three years to take the college entrance examination.
Chapter completed!