Chapter 394 392. Shadow's Family Portrait (13)
Driving the car, Xu Xin called Yang Mi.
"Dudu... Hey, do you want someone to pick you up?"
Wife's care is sent as soon as possible.
Xu Xin sighed:
"Oh...no need, I just sent Zhao Benshan to the hospital."
"…ah?"
Yang Mi was a little confused:
"What do you mean?"
"Literally, I drank too much alcohol and my blood pressure went up. I came to the hospital for observation overnight."
"Oh oh. I thought something was wrong, I was taken aback. So you come back now?"
"I can't come back, I may have to go back later tonight."
"Want to hang out?"
"No, I went to the old man's place. At the dinner table just now, Zhang Weiping and Zhao Benshan had a conflict..."
"ah???"
Yang Mi was dumbfounded again.
After Xu Xin told the ins and outs, Yang Mi frowned.
After thinking about it, she first asked:
"You didn't drink, did you?"
"without."
"Well... then you should concentrate on driving, this matter... don't tell Director Zhang what to separate the two of you. Now is not the time to talk about this... Brother, do you understand what I mean?"
Hearing this, Xu Xin frowned:
"Why do you say that?"
"It's very simple. This Zhang Weiping must be a complete villain. It is very troublesome to deal with this kind of villain. You have to let Director Zhang realize that it is time to cut him off.
You and Sister Mo can only say from the sidelines at most, Director Zhang is so affectionate, it is unrealistic for you, a junior, to directly ask him not to contact Zhang Weiping.
All we have to do is scuttle the ship in the dark. I think Zhang Weiping is like this to Zhao Benshan, and he must have a handle on Director Zhang's side...
Although it may be that I am too dark, if I handle this matter...not to mention, the matter between him and Chen Ting, I will be able to destroy him forever.
Think about it, let's not mention "Three Guns". Director Zhang's reputation is because the Olympic Games are in full swing. Simply not too much.
So at this time, you must not start a direct conflict, you have to get everything right..."
Yang Mi's words made Xu Xin's mind gradually calm down.
After thinking about it, he said:
"The old man did talk to me about the child today. Yinan has already missed a year of elementary school, and he must go to school next year at the latest. But now the child still can't get a birth certificate, and can't get a hukou... Has my dad left? "
"No, I'm watching TV outside."
"Then you talk to him about this and ask... to see how to deal with it. See if you can find someone... or go through some procedures to handle this matter well... and the kind that can reduce the risk to Least results... know what I mean?"
"Understood, I'll talk about it right away."
"Well... I'll go back as soon as possible."
"Then drive slowly."
"good."
Xu Xin responded and hung up the phone.
Then, he didn't call Zhang Mo, nor did he ask if the old man was back.
Instead, I plan to go to the parking lot and wait.
At this time, if Zhang Mo is with Zhang Weiping, it would be inappropriate to call him.
Driving all the way to Shanshui Wenyuan, I saw Zhang Mo's Cayenne parked there at a glance.
Is this already back?
He quickly parked the car and rang the doorbell.
"Click."
The anti-theft door is opened.
Xu Xin opened the door and walked in.
All the way upstairs, he opened the door, and he saw Zhang Mo and the old man sitting on the sofa, and Zhou Xiaofeng was sitting next to him.
The old man was still reading a letter in his hand.
"coming."
"Hmm... what are you looking at?"
"A letter from Takakura Ken to my dad."
"Well…"
Xu Xin nodded, and after greeting Zhou Xiaofeng, he sat on the sofa and took out the ashtray and lit a cigarette.
The atmosphere in the room is silent.
Xu Xin doesn't know... Did the old man tell Zhang Mo what happened just now?
I don't know if Zhou Xiaofeng knows.
If the old man didn't say it, then it's not appropriate to say it yourself.
just sat on the side silently.
Until Zhang Yimou finished reading the letter.
"well…"
He seemed a little tired. After putting down the letter, he didn't intend to put it away. Instead, he looked at Xu Xin and said:
"I'm a little tired tonight, you can talk to Momo, I'm going to rest."
"Eh, good..."
Xu Xin quickly stood up, and continued:
"Mr. Benshan, I was sent to the hospital for observation. My blood pressure was a bit high, and it dropped after taking the medicine. But I didn't let him go. Instead, I called Shen Xiaoyang. Now I am in the hospital for observation all night."
"okay."
Zhang Yimou nodded and went straight upstairs.
And the letter was on the coffee table.
After thinking about it, Xu Xin picked it up.
There are rows of very chic handwriting on it.
At first glance, the pen used for writing seems to be a brush...
"My friend,
Kyoko Takahama’s haiku once said: Under the cold light, write two lines and delete one line.
When I wrote this letter, my mood was like this haiku, lonely and hesitant.
When I wrote this letter, I had just finished reading "A Story About Noodles" (English translation by Three Guns).
My friend, is your state of mind still the same as that ancient pond?
If so, why did a frog jump into it and make a drumbeat?
Since the Olympic Games, I have prayed for you in the Buddha Hall.
Someone asked me what I was praying for, and I told him with a smile: I am praying that everything goes well for you and that you are in good health.
But there is one thing that I didn't say, and I didn't even dare to look at the gods.
I am afraid.
Especially after watching the Olympics, after I wrote that congratulatory letter in August last year, I spent every day in panic.
My friend, Ryunosuke Akutagawa once said: "Conceit, lust, doubt—for three thousand years, all evils have originated from these three, and all virtues may have been born from these three."
And my fear is that when a hero shoulders the expectations of the world and completes it, whether he will fall into the book written by Mr. Gu Long that you recommended to me, the sword hero Ye Gucheng, you put yourself He was deeply trapped in a lonely city that he forged with his own hands.
I pray to the gods, I pray that your inspiration will never dry up, and that every step of yours is the fate that art should be.
Until I finished reading "The Story About Noodles".
I know, my fears come true.
My friend, as an international director, you have to stick to your inner choice of art, and don’t be restrained and controlled by the producer.
A Story About Noodles, not your movie.
You have been kidnapped.
It is strange, it is immature.
I refuse to admit it's your movie.
Because I know that although it belongs to you, its soul has been replaced by a dull, empty, boring fake.
I don't know if my advice will make you sad.
But I just want you to know how I feel right now.
It took me a lot of energy to read Chinese translation books.
So much so that I have a belly full of words, but it looks so pale when written on paper.
I forgot many things I wanted to say.
But I will still pray to the gods that all your unhappiness and confusion will be forgotten in this movie.
Snowing.
The world should be white and clean.
In addition, the Hermès people have already wrapped the interior of the Jaguar prepared for you before, and I drive it every day to let it pass the break-in period.
When handed over to you, you will drive very comfortably.
Friend: Takakura Ken
Written next to the stove under the snow on December 11th. "
After reading the two pages, Xu Xin didn't know what to say for a while.
After thinking about it, he handed the letter to Zhou Xiaofeng who was beside him.
After Zhou Xiaofeng finished reading it, he handed it to Zhang Mo.
The three of them read it in turn. Amid the smell of tobacco, Zhang Mo silently sorted out the letter and put it in an envelope before saying to Xu Xin:
"What do you think?"
"..."
Xu Xin was thinking silently.
After a moment, he shook his head:
"I don't have anything to say. Is there any clue about Yinan's going to school?"
Zhang Mo was taken aback.
Obviously did not expect Xu Xin to ask this.
Then he shook his head:
"without…"
"I'll ask my dad these few days to see if there is anything that can be used. There is nothing else..."
"Then I will ask Zhang Weiping tomorrow for Aunt Ting's ID card."
"...Auntie Ting's ID card is with him?"
Xu Xin frowned suddenly.
"Yes, Aunt Ting doesn't go out very much, so I put all of them at his place. He said that he will issue a birth certificate..."
"Then don't ask. Make a new one, this matter...don't tell anyone. After making it up, keep it in your own hands, and I'll see how to deal with it."
"…good."
"Well, then I'll go back. There's an audition tomorrow, Mr. Zhou, shall we go together?"
Zhou Xiaofeng nodded:
"good."
Zhang Mo sent the two of them to the parking lot together:
"Then see you tomorrow."
"okay."
Xu Xin responded, said goodbye to Zhou Xiaofeng, and left the parking lot first.
Then, after a long circle, he folded back.
Soon, Zhang Mo, who changed into pajamas and pajamas and a big down jacket, came to the parking lot again and got into the car.
The parking lot is also heated, so the temperature does not seem cold.
He closed the car, lowered the window, and lit a cigarette.
"Teacher Zhou was there just now, and there are some things I can't say clearly."
"Um."
"Is there any conflict between Zhang Weiping and Aunt Ting? Why does it take so long for a birth certificate?"
"…have."
As he spoke, Zhang Mo thought for a while and said:
"Wait me a moment."
Then she got out of the car.
Xu Xin came back after smoking a cigarette.
After getting into the car like a thief, I handed over a photo:
"Give."
"...?"
Xu Xin took a look and found that it was a group photo.
"Brought it from my dad's study. My dad doesn't do graphic photography, you know?"
"Know."
Xu Xin nodded.
Although the old man was a photographer, he never took pictures of anyone... The photo here refers to artistic photos.
Because he firmly believes that flat photos can affect the thinking of film narratives.
"Who is this…"
"My grandma."
"... Then this person is Aunt Ting?"
"right."
Looking at the young and beautiful woman Xu Xin pointed at, Zhang Mo nodded:
"Isn't it beautiful?"
"Well, indeed."
In the photo, the old man's mother is sitting in the middle, and the boy she is holding in her arms should be an artist.
The younger boy that the old man is holding by his hand should be Yiding.
And the baby in the arms of that young and beautiful woman should be Yijiao.
"For so many years... I actually feel sorry for Aunt Ting. Let's talk about my dad's life in Wuxi... No matter how late my dad goes back, Aunt Ting will always wait for my dad to come back. Then the two of them went from knowing each other to getting pregnant and giving birth... Aunt Ting, including Aunt Ting's parents, never actually asked for anything from my dad. Do you know how I feel when I look at them sometimes? I feel wronged for Aunt Ting..."
Zhang Mo sighed:
"Ah... Aunt Ting is like a shadow in the dark, and this shadow is holding a stove in its hand. My dad came back, and the shadow quickly brought the stove over to help my dad warm up. And when my dad is leaving At that time, she was silently wiping away all the fingerprints on my dad's body, as if they never existed... Do you know where this photo was taken?"
"...photo studio? Isn't this a curtain?"
"No, it was at home. My dad borrowed things from the photo studio at home and took this photo. This is a real family portrait...and when this photo was taken, I was still in the United States. Aunt Ting He didn’t dare to tell me, neither did my dad... After I got divorced, our relationship completely eased, and my dad... just like a thief facing a judge, he pushed this photo in front of me..."
A wry smile appeared on Zhang Mo's face.
His wry smile was full of distress.
"Tell me... this was taken when Yijiao was full moon, I was in the United States... not yet divorced, you understand? That's what it means... as if I was afraid that I would blame him and lose my temper, saying... don't blame Aunt Ting, and then Let's take a picture together."
"..."
Xu Xin was silent.
After thinking about it, he asked:
"What happened later? Did you shoot it?"
"I took it, but I didn't ask my dad to wash it, so I put it in the computer. I told my dad: don't wash this photo, you can't let Aunt Ting follow you for a lifetime like this. When will you get the certificate?" Yes, it’s announced. If there are doubts from the outside world, you can send this photo. Let everyone see that I am in this family portrait. I agree, and stop everyone’s mouths. Then we will develop the photo openly, and we will Hanging in our living room..."
"..."
Xu Xin was silent again.
Zhang Mo took the cigarette on the center console and lit one for himself.
"Pfft...Auntie Ting is a good woman, really, Xu Xin, in this life...including my mother, I have never seen anyone treat my father so well. And after so many years of hard work, I choose to endure every grievance...Did you just ask me Does she have any grievances with Zhang Weiping? Let me tell you, Zhang Weiping hates Auntie Ting very much."
"...???"
Xu Xin was taken aback.
Zhang Mo sneered, a disgusting stench came out of his mouth and nose:
"The original words, the original words we talked about, do you know what my dad said to me? He said: "Now he also proposes to let me leave Ting Ting and the children, saying that they have greed for me, and let me ignore them .
how can that be possible?
I leave such a big family behind and don't care, just date you alone, and then work for you? "
Zhang Weiping is not good at building relationships with others, you know that? Everyone started warmly with him, and later turned against him.
According to what my dad said: the relatives and friends around me, in the end, he looked down on them, and they couldn’t speak well...Especially in the past ten years, I have almost become a lonely family. "
Xu Xin's fire came up with a "bass".
The old man's temperament is really soft.
This can be seen from the fact that he never contradicts other people's opinions, but chooses to listen.
Can…
"Isn't this **** bullying!"
"That's right...but...we have to admit that Zhang Weiping has fought a lot for my dad. Especially in the first few years...do you know what methods those people used to get my dad to help them make movies? With his mother The evil forces are exactly the same. If it weren't for Zhang Weiping...my dad would suffer a lot too. So...you understand?"
"..."
Xu Xin had no way of knowing what happened to the old man when he was young.
But from what Zhang Mo heard, the relationship between him and Zhang Weiping is actually quite complicated.
But complicated is complicated, he still doesn't accept it.
But for the same reason, it is actually useless to say that now.
His mind began to spin rapidly, thinking about everything...
After thinking for a while, suddenly, he said:
"I try my best to find a reliable person. If I find someone, first of all... maybe the two of them will have to get a certificate. I think this certificate must be obtained. Firstly, it is a matter of legal procedures, and secondly... I have to explain to Aunt Ting. Give the children an explanation. Now Yinan and Yiding are growing up little by little... This kind of thing like an illegitimate child has too much influence on the children's childhood."
"I support your idea...but to be honest, I really don't have any connections...you can see that my dad still has some energy in the film industry. He is really not good at other places...many people I thought he was a great director, and he was very powerful in all aspects of society. But it's really not... and he doesn't know how to deal with those people."
"That's okay, I'm here."
Xu Xin didn't take this seriously at all.
He is there.
There is an old man here.
I dare not say "disaster for the country and the people", but there are some things that others cannot do, but he can really do.
"That's it... Sister Mo, we two will start to solve these old sesame seeds and rotten millet matters now. I will be responsible for doing it, and you will be responsible for hiding it. The old man will not just watch me and Zhang Weiping have conflicts. His temper... must be due to both sides It's an old peace. So, whether it's getting a marriage certificate in the future, or the punishment of having a child for too many years..."
"I will face it, I did everything."
"right."
Xu Xin nodded:
"After all, you are the old man's daughter, and the daughter protects the father. It is only right and proper. Whatever Zhang Weiping is doing, you can do it with him at worst! No matter if you are arguing or making trouble, you can hide it for as long as you can, and trust it for as long as you want... The best thing is this Zhang Weiping will never know about the matter. Including the child's schooling...Can Aunt Ting and the three children come to Yanjing?"
"Yes, I can come here to go to school after I have registered permanent residence... My dad has been very opposed to children going abroad to study alone after my incident..."
"..."
Xu Xin was speechless for a while.
so good.
The eldest daughter set a negative example for the whole family.
but…
"That's fine, this matter...you don't have to worry about it, I will take care of it. I will try my best to keep everything to a minimum. The best situation is to do everything quietly, and everything will be on track next year .And without the burden...let the old man choose the rest, how about it?"
"good!"
Zhang Mo nodded.
Then he said to Xu Xin sincerely:
"Thanks!"
"fine."
Xu Xin shook his head:
"That's it, give me some time. You go to Wuxi recently, and explain to Auntie Ting what we discussed clearly in person... and keep it from the old man first, so don't put any pressure on him. Wait until he does it. time, we are talking."
"Um!"
"That's it, I'll go back and discuss it with my dad."
"Okay, thank you."
Zhang Mo said thank you again.
But Xu Xin laughed:
"Haha, it's okay, leave it to me."
Although he is not confident, he will do his best to solve this matter perfectly.
…
"Wow..."
Xu Daqiang sat on the seat in the restaurant, his eyes narrowed.
The couple sat next to each other and didn't disturb his thinking.
but…
Yang Mi has to admit one thing.
That's... After listening to these things from my husband's mouth, I feel the same.
One is to feel sorry for Aunt Ting.
The second is...Zhang Weiping with your grandma's legs...
Xu Daqiang was silent for about a minute, then nodded:
"Director Zhang, he is our family's benefactor. We must help with this matter... However, this matter cannot be done in Yanjing. You can't do it. But... you can't do it. Because when the day comes, people will ask you why you are in Shenmu? What's wrong with Shenmu? Is there any twists and turns in it?"
"Yes, that's what I thought when I came back. The best way is to do it locally in Wuxi..."
"Then ask friends to trust friends. It's just that it takes time to keep it secret...but it's easy to do. Let's do it, it's easy to say."
Xu Daqiang waved his hand:
"This matter has to be done aboveboard, and it can stand anyone's investigation. First, you can't spend money, and second, you need to have enough exchange... It's nothing more than benefits. Expand the city's influence, increase income, publicize and erect the image... that's it. These. People can't help you for nothing. There must be enough things..."
"Do you want to do it in a fair way?"
"Right... think about it, I'm going to ask a few friends. Huh?"
"Um."
Xu Xin nodded:
"I'm also thinking about how to do this."
"Ang. It's definitely possible to do it... This way, it's divided into two ends. On the one hand, it's the formalities, and on the other hand... let the baby go to school first. There is no delay in going to school. There are still a few years for a primary school... to go to school first. There is someone in this regard , the people who play cards today can help. Go back and talk to Director Zhang, how about getting a private elementary school first?"
"Does it mean to go to school first? The matter of student status will be dealt with later?"
"Right, what else would you do? Let the baby delay for a year or two? Delaying no one can delay the baby's studies."
"...that's fine, the secret work..."
"Oh, take the money! Stop talking! A student, inconspicuous. Who else knows what's going on except the head teacher? Don't worry, just play a table of mahjong tomorrow."
Xu Daqiang waved his hand indifferently:
"It's very simple."
"..."
Hearing this, Xu Xin didn't speak yet.
On the contrary, Yang Mi, the doggy leg, said:
"Uncle Xu."
"ah?"
"Too awesome~"
"Ahahahaha~"
(end of this chapter)