Chapter 160 158. The history book is small and big
If Jay Chou joins the Olympic song collection, Xu Xin doesn't know whether he will help the Olympic opening and closing ceremonies team.
But it will definitely make the big guys more enthusiastic about the Olympics, which can't be wrong.
But at this moment, his greatest contribution is to temporarily pull Xu Xin out of the uncomfortable state after the plan was rejected.
Be able to temporarily focus on other things through the movie.
"The editing progress is very fast."
The two of them faced the two laptops, and Xu Xin said unhurriedly:
"I estimate that it should be finished in late March. What about the post-production special effects? How are you doing?"
"I'm going to Tokyo this time, just to get the finished film."
"…So fast?"
"Sure, it's not a special effect for a big movie, and they don't celebrate the Lunar New Year. So it's already finished. Go and get it back, and you can bring it to the editing company."
"Well…"
Hearing this, Xu Xin thought for a while and said:
"Then you need to hurry up and find someone who understands French and start doing French subtitles."
"..."
Jay Chou’s mouth twitched:
"You don't really want to send to Cannes, do you?"
"…What's the meaning?"
After Xu Xin asked, he saw his uncomfortable expression:
"Although I am very confident in my music...but this screenplay...will it really go to Cannes?"
After hearing this, Xu Xin suddenly laughed:
"Haha~"
"...What are you laughing at?"
"Laugh at your face..."
After clicking on the condensed 10-minute clip, he looked at Ye Xianglun and Qingyi on the screen, and said unhurriedly:
"You have to be more confident in your children, right? There's no cost anyway, it's just multiple copies, multiple subtitles. Nothing to lose, right? Our own children don't necessarily have to live by the rules set by others. Under the standard. But there is a word to describe it, which is very appropriate, called: the focus is on participation. Right?
I think this movie is very good, although Ni's acting skills may be weak, but in terms of story and script, it is a very clever structure. I think it's quite good... So, don't underestimate yourself, our film is not made to satisfy everyone. You just have to find your own audience. Give it a try, maybe there will be a miracle, anyway, there is no threshold for submitting for trial. What's more... there is no miracle and nothing is lost. right? "
"…Um."
Jay Chou nodded:
"Sounds reasonable...but is there enough time?"
"It's too late. I asked Sister Mo, the final deadline is April 8, and there is no problem sending it before then."
"good."
"Okay... get out of here."
"…ah?"
"Give me a moment, I'll think about the Olympics."
"okay…"
Jay Chou nodded and was about to leave with his notebook, but when he reached the door, he suddenly turned around and said:
"Ah Xin..."
"what?"
As soon as Xu Xin turned his head, he saw Jay Chou's shy look.
"Can you speak softly? You are asking me to leave, not telling people to **** off, so rude~"
"Damn, why are you so GAY in GAY! Get the **** out! Don't act like this~"
"Hahahaha~"
I also made a joke, and helped my friends relieve their unhappiness to the greatest extent.
The rest is up to you.
…
It's normal for a good buddy to sleep at home.
Anyway, there are enough rooms at home.
Jay Chou slept in Xu Miao's room, and Dani slept in the guest room.
The two of them were probably tired. When Xu Xin came to his senses, there was no movement inside or outside the house.
But Xu Xin couldn't fall asleep.
There was always one thing floating in his mind.
Or...a memorial.
Everyone in the Celestial Dynasty knows what a memorial is. In movies and TV dramas, things like the square book held by the emperor are simply too common.
It's not that Xu Xin doesn't know what this thing looks like...he's thinking.
Thinking about the fleeting inspiration in Director Zhang's mind after he described the proposal as a memorial.
Always felt…
This thing looks like a breakthrough.
But I had no clue for a while.
In fact, Director Zhang has always had a dispute with the people in the team, which is how to display the "paper" in the four great inventions.
In the beginning, he planned to make a large piece of paper that was more than 100 meters long and tens of meters wide, showing the contribution of the Chinese man-made paper technology. But Mark Fischer on the team raised stark objections.
I believe that the reason why paper can be called paper is because it can be endowed with the characteristics of writing and recording.
The paper is more than one hundred meters long and tens of meters wide...
That is not called paper.
Or can not be given the meaning of paper.
Later, after thinking of Guernica, the team finally defined the papermaking process as a kind of painting drawn on paper with special gunpowder.
This kind of gunpowder will be laid on the paper in advance, and then hidden by a technical means, using a method similar to a picture-in-picture. When the time comes, as soon as it is ignited in the venue... a pair of "Guernica" is immediately given on the paper, and then a group of volunteers, whether they are old people, children, Chinese people, foreigners, yellow people, white people, black people... all over the world People come to wipe.
After a quick wipe, the flowers will show.
It expresses the meaning that a war can only bring trauma, and flowers will bloom only after the war is erased.
And there is also a debate extending from it, that is whether to use a large LED screen...
Now the team has not made up their minds.
Of course, this is a later story.
This is how the theme and main links of "paper" are designed.
But now the leaders have asked, not to overemphasize the structure of the four great inventions, but to be closely integrated with the world...
Normal people should be thinking about how to redo the plan...but Xu Xin didn't.
He has been stuck with the "memorial" in his mind.
Do you want to use paper?
how to use?
How to comply with the leader's suggestion.
How to show the four great inventions and some traditional elements?
These are all his considerations.
And everything, in his mind, can't get around this memorial.
makes him a little bit broken.
Thinking before and after...
Half a pack of cigarettes is gone.
But he couldn't figure it out.
Why do I care so much about memorials?
Since sitting now, his waist is a little numb, and he is full of impatience, so he gets up uncomfortable, intending to move his body.
After a long stretch, he thought for a while, and walked to the row of antique racks where the antiques were placed.
Find a large piece of paper for drawing sub-shots from the top, take it to the table, and start folding it front and back.
Soon, it looked like a memorial.
Then I just watched it over and over again.
Expand to see, close to see, and then expand... and then close...
Gradually, his face became more and more irritable.
**** it…
Why can’t you figure it out?
Subconsciously touched the cigarette case, only to find that...the cigarette case was empty.
"..."
With a somewhat speechless mood, he walked out, intending to go to the living room to get a new pack of cigarettes.
But it is not the door leading directly from the study to the main hall, but the door that goes along the courtyard corridor.
The smell of smoke in the room is a bit heavy, so it needs to be released.
As soon as he went out, he felt a refreshing fresh cold air rushing towards his face.
I felt a lot more comfortable in my heart.
Although the heating in the room is sufficient, it is still a bit hot after staying for a long time.
It's going to be quite cool when the cold wind blows.
This year has come to an end, and the 4th is the Lantern Festival, and it will be over when it is over.
And if you are in your hometown, you may occasionally hear the sound of firecrackers on the street at this time... Children like to play with these things the most. Even when Xu Xin was young, he was more courageous than Fa Xiao, who was very brain-dead, and used to light firecrackers...
Although none of them are particularly big firecrackers, but thinking about it now, it’s pretty stupid...
And Yanjing has not heard the sound of firecrackers for a long time.
While opening the new cigarette case, he was thinking wildly in his mind...
Simply, I won't go into the study now, just start walking in the yard.
Walking while smoking.
By the way, he turned on the lights in the yard.
Northern people know that smoking outdoors in winter, the smoke is long and thick, which is very interesting...
In order to decompress himself, Xu Xin tried his best to blow out more breath and smoke, making himself look like a fairy and smoky.
Use this childishness to distract the restlessness in my heart.
Unexpectedly, the door of Xu Miao's room opened before finishing a cigarette.
Jay Chou, who hadn’t slept yet, stood at the door with a puzzled look on his face:
"What are you doing?"
"Walk around... change your mind, are you up?"
"No, the mattress of this bed is a bit hard, I'm not used to it."
"Oh, I'll get you a new one tomorrow. You can't always sleep on a soft bed, it's bad for your back."
The two chatted for a while, and Jay Chou looked at Xu Xin chatting and circling the courtyard, and asked:
"Can't you think about tomorrow?"
"I can't sleep anyway... Hey, do you know the memorial?"
Regarding a dead horse as a living horse doctor, Xu Xin suddenly spoke up.
Jay Chou nodded subconsciously:
"I know, the imperial decree. As soon as it is unfolded, it will be carried by God, and the emperor said..."
"...????"
Xu Xin was stunned. Looking at his confident science popularization, the first wordless thought rose in his mind:
"No wonder your middle school grades are so poor, you can't even pass the university entrance exam..."
You can even make mistakes in memorials and imperial decrees, you are really amazing...Huh?
Suddenly, following the first thought, came the second thought, which flooded my mind all of a sudden.
Imperial decree?
Funding God?
Imperial decree? ?
Scroll? ?
"Um?????"
"...What? Am I wrong?"
Seeing that Xu Xin stopped walking suddenly, Jay Chou who was leaning against the door frame was a little puzzled.
But Xu Xin didn't pay attention to him, but a pair of eyes fell on him... Jay Chou stared at him a little bit hairy.
"Ah... Ah Xin?"
Really uncomfortable being stared at by his wolf-like eyes, Jay Chou couldn't help but speak again.
But Xu Xin's mind was quickly filled with a sudden thought.
After being woken up, without further ado, came a sentence:
"Come help me!"
After speaking, he went directly into the study.
"Well…"
Jay Chou was taken aback for a moment, and quickly followed.
As soon as I entered the study, I was a little choked by a strong smell of second-hand smoke.
After coughing, Xu Xin hurriedly opened the glass door of the antique shelf where the antiques were placed, and then began to rummage through the boxes.
His face immediately turned green:
"Please, be gentle..."
He was scared and hurried over to prevent the porcelain from falling...
It doesn't matter if you hit Ah Xin on the head.
Broken antiques are not acceptable.
Then I saw Xu Xin dig out a bunch of calligraphy and painting scrolls from the cabinet.
Pull it in the east, and throw it in the west.
These are not all antique calligraphy and paintings...
A thought flashed through Jay Chou's mind, and he was speechless when he suddenly saw Xu Xin take out a thick and thick reel, untied the rope, and laid it on the ground...
"Rely... rely on the cup! What are you doing, bad boy!"
Brother, did Antiques let you play like this?
Do you think you are a carpet!
As the scroll unfolded, Jay Chou instinctively searched for the signature of this painting of flowers, birds and fish.
Then I saw the name on the signature:
"Guangxu Jiazi October Auspicious Day Bonnian Renyi"
Ren Bonian?
I seem to have heard the name somewhere...
But there was no time to think, because Xu Xin had already said:
"Roll up, go over there, quick."
"..."
Speechlessly, he walked to the other end of the picture scroll drawn during the Guangxu period. He squatted down, and Xu Xin began to face the scroll.
Soon, the original single-headed scroll became a double scroll.
"What does this look like to you?"
"...imperial decree?"
Looking at the scroll in Xu Xin's hand, Jay Chou said something.
But Xu Xin shook his head:
"No, scroll!"
"..."
The corner of Jay Chou's mouth twitched.
Isn't what you said all nonsense?
This is also a picture scroll, okay?
But Xu Xin, whose brain was already hot at the moment, didn't care about it, and opened the scroll a little bit, revealing the painting of flowers and birds inside, and then said:
"You take the other end."
"…good."
The two looked at each other, Xu Xin said again:
"..."
For no reason, Jay Chou felt that the picture scroll in his hand suddenly became very, very heavy.
"Put it in, roll!"
"good."
Although he didn't know what his friend was going to do, Jay Chou nodded and slowly started to rewind the scroll.
But the speed is not fast, because Xu Xin's playback is also very slow.
"Look, this scroll is constantly turning. It's our history! Do you understand! From Suiren's slash-and-burn cultivation, to Shennong's tasting of hundreds of herbs, the two emperors of Yan and Huang, the rule of Yao and Shun, Tang Zong and Song Zu, Dayu's water control, Shang Yang's reform , Spring and Autumn and Warring States..."
Although Jay Chou's academic performance is not very good, he also knows that Xu Xin has made many mistakes about the timeline.
But… never mind.
Because he already understood what Xu Xin meant:
"History is a scroll, right?"
"right!"
While speaking, the scroll has already rolled to the end.
Without Xu Xin saying anything, Jay Chou started to rewind, and Xu Xin continued:
"In the middle of the roll is a piece of paper, a blank piece of paper! That represents the blank space before our civilization was born. Then...our ancestors began to write our own history on this piece of paper. Written by man himself History! Do you understand? From the ancient mountains and rivers, to the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties to our present... A piece of paper must have the feeling of cave murals, the elegance of ink and landscape paintings, and the innocence of children With childishness, there must be that kind of soul-stirring..."
"... Then you need a big piece of paper, otherwise you may not be able to write on it!"
"Yes!! Just a big piece of paper!"
Jay Chou's words matched the thoughts in Xu Xin's mind instantly, making his eyes light up completely:
"Yes, yes, yes, that's right! It's just a big piece of paper, so long and so long! It can hold five thousand years, and it can hold the grand plan of dominance and hard work for thousands of years!... Hahahahaha! Yes, yes, yes , That's it! That's it!"
For some reason, Xu Xin, whose hands were completely trembling, laughed wildly, casually threw the scroll on the ground, picked up a roll of blank paper, and the box of pencils, and ignored Jay Chou. , also ignored everything in the room, and fell directly to the table.
The things in his mind no longer allow him to think about other things.
Pick up the paintbrush, two horizontal, two vertical, it is the great cause of this great country with great achievements for thousands of years!
"..."
Jay Chou was speechless.
just echoed the words of "pretending to be up and down five thousand years".
Amidst the soul-stirring, I unconsciously looked at the porcelain on the display rack at my friend's house.
Indistinctly, he seemed to feel that...
I got stuck on the national style song in my next album for a long time...
seems to have a clue.
…
Olympic Building.
The main creative team almost all rushed back overnight.
The atmosphere in the large conference room was extremely dignified.
Everyone unconsciously looked at Zhang Yimou who was sitting on the chair without saying a word.
But after taking a look, he didn't know what to say, so he could only lower his head again.
Last night, Wei Lanfang told everyone about it.
So when I came this morning, many people's eyes were red and swollen.
Crying... not to mention.
It's just that I didn't have a good rest, and I suffered from insomnia.
It also made everyone's faces reveal a sense of irritability and loss.
"...Where is Xiao Xu?"
Zhang Wu looked around and found that Xu Xin was still nowhere to be seen, so he asked Wei Lanfang.
Wei Lanfang shook his head:
"I called just now...no answer."
"..."
Zhang Wu was speechless.
But his words brought Zhang Yimou, who had fallen into silence, back to his senses.
Instead of asking where Xu Xin had gone, he said directly:
"Then...let's talk about it. Let's see how this plan can be changed...Let me make a statement first."
Everyone subconsciously sat up straight.
"First of all, I think the leader's words are correct...I thought about it for a long time last night. We are indeed narrow in this respect. So, next, everyone's main task is to find a way that can bear the burden, including the requirements The weakened four major inventions, and the carrier of the ancient chronicle part..."
As soon as the words were spoken, someone immediately wanted to speak.
want to refute.
Want to fight again…
But Zhang Yimou didn't give them a chance. In one sentence, he sealed the matter:
"It's the same as opera dancing. We don't just dance, we also have to wear high heels and costumes on stage... We wear all kinds of props and shackles... We still have to go all out, and we still have to be awesome. Than...Because you remember, the ordinary people can't understand our things. The ordinary people only see whether you are good or not! And we are going to wear this shackle now..."
"Snapped!"
He patted the table gently:
"You still have to jump! That's it. Time is tight and the task is heavy, it doesn't matter. We have so many mature plans before, including the discarded parts, and now we can pick them up again and change them according to the requirements of the leaders. So, now Facing a few problems. The first one is time... In terms of time, I think... ten days!"
"..."
"..."
"..."
As soon as these words came out, everyone was dumbfounded.
What the hell?
Ten days! ?
Ten days to determine what to perform?
This...is this a joke?
These were only finalized a year ago. Although there are some mature small links now...but the big direction can be researched within ten days?
crazy?
But Zhang Yimou ignored their expressions and continued:
"Within ten days, we decide what we want to play. This is number one, and number two, because we don't use the four great inventions, because we can't break the order of the ancient chronicles, because we can't play freely... now it becomes the first The big question: what are we going to play in the ancient part. The second question, what are we going to do in the modern part... don't combine ancient and modern, we can't break this order, understand?
Ancient times are ancient times. When the ancient times are over, it is the modern age. Moreover, there must be a carrier in the middle to integrate it perfectly so that people cannot feel abrupt. It's like a sudden change in a movie. It was still playing one second, and there was a river of blood outside, and the second second suddenly started an emotional scene between a man and a woman in the palace... That won't work. It must be natural, soft, and gentle to explain our own understanding, philosophy, and one of our romantic feelings..."
"..."
"..."
"..."
No one wants to re-report.
Since the director has said he is dead, he must follow the director's way.
and…
To put it bluntly.
Compared to the current director's requirements...the difficulties in the suggestions of the leaders are nothing.
Ancient and modern should be interpreted separately.
But also a perfect combination.
We must also express our romantic feelings and explain our own things to the world...
you said…
But human language?
A group of people can almost screw their brows.
What is the requirement?
Don't you really think that this request is too much?
Everyone is frowning.
Even, Zhang Wu has already started scratching his head.
Chen Weiya simply lay down on the chair, looking a little "lovely" in a bad manner.
Zhai Guoqiang couldn't even swallow the large cup of tea that he had to drink every morning.
Everyone was fooled by Zhang Yimou's request...
How to say?
uncomfortable?
Can this be called uncomfortable?
It is not too much to say that she is forced into prostitution.
We haven't had time to digest the overthrow of the plan... Shouldn't this morning's meeting be a miserable meeting?
Why did you suddenly enter the Olympiad training class on the difficulty of hell?
What...what are you doing?
What about playing?
What to do?
In this speechless atmosphere, Zhang Yimou, who explained his ideas clearly, sat down again:
"Think about it all, if you have any opinions, please mention them, and let's start discussing."
"..."
"..."
"..."
There was no sound.
Opinion?
What opinion...
Can we digest it for a while?
Or… write the will first?
otherwise…
We are afraid of sudden death!
In the silence, the sound of the lighter gradually rang.
Cigarettes one after another, under the smoke and fire, formed a really gloomy cloud in the relatively closed room.
Hovered above everyone's heads, and lingered for a long time.
But the inevitability and coincidence of history is sometimes so interesting.
When every inflection point of history appears, heroes... will always emerge as the times require.
"Crack."
The door of the office was pushed open.
With a roll of sketches and a scroll in his hand, Xu Xin barged in without even knocking on the door. A hoarse voice that sounded like he was smoking too much said:
"Director!...Everyone is here! I have something to say!"
"..."
"..."
"..."
Don't talk about other people, Zhang Yimou was also stunned.
Looking at Xu Xin who was late...
Just as he was thinking about what he was going to do, suddenly, Xu Xin called his name directly:
"Sister Wei, Director Ma, come on, do me a favor! Come here..."
"Well…"
Wei Lanfang and Ma Wen were stunned for a moment, then got up and walked to Xu Xin's side.
"Sister Wei, Director Ma, here, you two spread out!"
After handing the scroll in his hand to Wei Lanfang, Wei Lanfang looked down and found a line of words on it:
"Reprint of "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" collected by the Palace Museum"
A picture of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains?
"For a while, Sister Wei, please come and play, and Ma guides you to roll. Come, come, come... let's start."
"…What's the meaning?"
Ma Wen was a little puzzled.
Then I heard Xu Xin's suppressed and incomparably excited voice:
"It's a scroll! A scroll! A picture scroll! I suddenly thought of how to interpret it! It doesn't matter if the four great inventions are overthrown, I thought of compressing everything from ancient times to the present into one link...or the behavior we've been looking for can run through from beginning to end I thought of that behavior!"
"..."
"..."
"...?"
Under the eyes of everyone who gradually became suspicious, Xu Xin turned his head and looked at everyone in the meeting room:
"It's a scroll! We can use a scroll, a real scroll, to make a behavior run throughout, just like this... Sister Wei, come on, start scrolling! Inward scrolling! Scroll up!"
"Well…"
According to Xu Xin's instructions, the two of them each pulled a scroll, and pulled out a length of about 50 centimeters of the Forbidden City gift painting. One person put it down, and the other rolled it. The landscape in the entire scroll began to slowly unfold.
"A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains"... very long!
Everyone narrowed their eyes subconsciously, and Xu Xin pointed:
"Look..."
He handed over a sketch of his words and placed them in the landscape:
"First, there is a blank painting, which is cave painting, understand? The line drawn in the cave, and then walk around... Then landscape painting, ink painting... and then walk around...Modern painting, oil painting... Aren't we looking for an action with one finger? ?The picture scroll... This scroll, the scroll that keeps rolling forward, is the behavior we want.
Don’t need any transitions of the four great inventions, and don’t think about how to connect them... The picture scroll itself is the connection! It is turning with one finger, from the ancient times, to the Spring and Autumn and Warring States and so on, the hundreds of schools of thought, Qin, Emperor, Han and Wu... It has been turning, symbolizing that the wheel of history is rolling forward... It is turning and moving forward, and our history has always been moving Going forward... probably like my sketch.
History is written by people, understand? At that time, these paintings will be composed and composed of people! The appearance of human beings, starting from the first line, represents the beginning of our civilization to outline and record our own history...and this picture scroll..."
Xu Xin's speech speed has always been very fast.
Even the explanation of the thinking is very jumping, not linear.
But his eyes are getting brighter and brighter.
And everyone also changed from being puzzled at the beginning to... a kind of surprise and surprise when they seemed to be awakened...
Until he said "this picture scroll", his tone suddenly paused.
seems to organize the language.
seems to be thinking about how to define it.
After pausing for two seconds, a dazzling brilliance instantly appeared in his eyes!
"This scroll is history itself! The scroll is history, a history book!"
His tone was full of enthusiasm, and he gave the final definition:
"Perhaps the history book is too small to hold a person's magnificent life."
"But the history book is also huge! It contains five thousand years of Chinese civilization!"
"We don't need to scratch our heads about how to connect, transition or what to do... Everything is in this scroll! How about it!?"
"..."
"..."
"..."
No one speaks.
Everyone didn't know what to say.
But…
Everyone had a deep resonance with Xu Xin's words.
yes…
History books are too small to hold a person's magnificent life.
The history book is huge, and it can pretend to be five thousand years in China!
This behavior...
This behavior throughout...
"Awesome!"
Zhang Wu expressed his truest thoughts.
And his exclamation was put on a more real coat by Sha Xiaofeng:
"Fuck, awesome!"
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(end of this chapter)