I'm a Director, I'm Not Bad Chapter 613

   Chapter 613 611. Listen to Mom

  INS above.

  Jay Chou updated a photo at 12:04 p.m.:

   "Ah Xin took it, it's very interesting."

  In the photo, Wang Sicong is sitting on a sofa with a gray background, with a hand full of rings and a palm in his hand, with an arrogant expression on his face.

   On his left is Lang Lang who is standing sideways with a smile on his face, and on the right is Jay Chou who is dressed casually but faces the serious paintings in the middle of the screen.

   Jay Chou has millions of fans on INS, and many fans follow his INS over the wall to watch.

   Several comments popped up within seconds of seeing this photo.

   Then in just two minutes, the comments had already broken through a hundred.

  But at this stage, everyone didn't dig out what the metaphor behind this photo is. They just saw these four people get together again, interacting with their idols under the photo.

   But Jay Chou did not reply.

   He does not need everyone to interpret the metaphor of this kind of photo, he just shares and records his daily life on INS.

  For Ye Huimei, the arrival of Xu Xin and the others is like... the three children come to eat at their own home. They need to cook more meals and more dishes.

   Seeing that they are full and full, they will be very happy when they are well.

   "Mom, a makeup artist will come over this afternoon to do your makeup."

   "What's up?"

   "I'm going to paint, Ah Xin is going to take a photo of the two of us and take it back for proofing."

   "Oh, okay...Xiao Xu, I'll give you the chicken legs."

   "Hey, thank you, Auntie."

  Xu Xin smiled and handed the bowl over, and after she took the chicken leg to herself, she frowned proudly at Jay Chou.

  The king of Asia can't laugh or cry.

  How to act like a child...

   "Have any of the singers who invited you last time responded?"

  Wang Sicong asked while holding his job bowl.

   Jay Chou nodded:

   "Some people seem to be quite interested, but the details still depend on the salary."

   "Remuneration doesn't matter, as long as these older generation singers can come, it will guarantee the ratings."

  Wang Sicong said, then turned to Xu Xin and said:

   "I plan to put some effort into the styling of "The King of Masked Singer"."

"How to say?"

"It's not just wearing a mask casually and doing it perfunctorily, but planning to fit the singer perfectly from the mask to the costume. This part will cost a part of the funds, including the stage effects... strive to get the most perfect. Create a boutique Music programs...everything follows the industry benchmark. Including artistic modeling, stage design, lighting effects, etc...every show is treated as a concert."

  When the young master opened his mouth, there was a strong smell of money.

  Xu Xin nodded after listening:

   "Well, it sounds good... What about the cost? How much do you plan to get?"

   "This is what I plan to ask you. Is it still in Shantai?"

  Xu Xin thought for a while, then nodded:

   "Well. First ensure a stable supply, and then talk about external expansion. Now several TV stations have their own programs, let's develop our own first."

"Then let's add some more... I estimated the production cost + operating cost, and it's between 30 million and 45 million, depending on how many famous singers I can invite and how many issues I can get. Then I Heaven asked them to evaluate investment targets... This time I plan to introduce a domestic mainstream music player for sales bundling and become the main sponsor. With "The Voice" in front of me, I think profitability will definitely not be a problem, the important thing is the program How to control the quality…”

   Once the topic of Wang Sicong is opened, it means that there is something to talk about at the dinner table today.

   The four picked up these things and started chatting.

  From music copyrights, to favorite singers, to post-production operations and program duration, etc., we chatted until we were full.

   After dinner, Jay Chou went to contact the makeup artist.

  Xu Xin went to the cloakroom to help the two choose clothes.

   In fairness, perhaps in the eyes of the world, the name Ye Huimei only represents one thing, that is Jay Chou's mother. But in fact, in Xu Xin's view, the art teacher of Wanwan Linkou Middle School is also a talented person himself.

   "Mom bought these clothes herself, how do you feel?"

  Listening to what his friend said, Xu Xin nodded:

"very beautiful."

  He was telling the truth.

  The clothes in the closet are mostly plain colors, not many fancy ones.

  Every piece doesn't look like that particularly complicated style...however, just looking at it makes people feel very comfortable.

   Obviously, the other party has good clothes.

   After picking and choosing, Xu Xin picked out a few sets and asked the other party to try them on.

   Finally picked a black three-piece suit.

  Ms. Ye Huimei has fair skin.

  With this black color, it looks dignified and elegant.

   Then, he helped Jay Chou choose a casual outfit with gray sweater as the main color.

  The mother's dignified and elegant black is used as a buffer for the son's body.

  According to Lang Lang's words, it is:

   "There is a texture of inheritance."

  After choosing the clothes, MIKO, the makeup artist whom I met, also came to the house.

  After hearing Xu Xin's request, he took the two of them to wash their hair and do styling.

  Xu Xin was busy looking for light in Jay Chou's studio.

  He did not choose the kind of very professional photography lighting equipment, but found a perfect balance with natural light and several desk lamps at home.

  The gray background wall is a cool color, so he uses warm light.

  The luminosity of the warm light is not strong enough, so he will draw the curtains and open the windows to let in more natural light.

   Busy to and fro, made Jay Chou's music studio very messy.

  But the light effect in the picture also reached the best feeling he wanted.

So, under the curious gazes of everyone, Ye Huimei, who was just giving a light background, and Jay Chou, who made a very homely look, came behind the sofa. The middle of the two is still Gerhard Richter's After the two sat on opposite sides of an abstract painting according to Xu Xin's instructions, Jay Chou looked at Xu Xin and asked:

"that's it?"

"Um."

  Xu Xin nodded:

   "Didn't you say that my aunt used to hold Richter's painting collection when she was a child and tell you about the spiritual concepts of these artistic works?"

   "That's right."

   "The two of you can talk about this. Auntie, how about hearing your son's understanding of Richter's paintings?"

"Sure."

  As a mother, in fact, more or less, on this occasion, she seemed a little cramped.

   It's not about low self-esteem, but a kind of… the discomfort of sitting under the spotlight instinctively.

  After hearing what Xu Xin said, Jay Chou thought about it, and suddenly said:

"Mom, I remember you told me that the thing you admired most about Richter was his understanding in the 1950s and 1960s when photographic technology began to develop rapidly. You said that many people in that era felt that painting was Photography art has lost its meaning in front of it. Many painters even resisted photography, but Richter was one of the few artists who were willing to look at this emerging art from an objective and rational perspective based on the development of the current era .”

   "That's right."

  Hearing her son's words, a touch of tenderness was unconsciously born in the mother's eyes.

  Although...she doesn't remember the year, month, and day when she said these words, but she did.

  Because this is also her understanding of Richter.

  At the same time, the son so clearly summarized her own preferences, and at the same time pulled her back to the time when she was a first-time mother.

Countless weekend afternoons, or the leisure time after practicing the piano... or the night when she could hear the insects and birds singing outside the window, she hugged the love of her life in her arms, and opened the old painting Collections, teaching him his own understanding of art.

  So, her tone softened with this tenderness.

   Sitting on the back of the sofa, looking at his son who has grown up now...

   In a trance, the son is getting smaller.

  His mature face has become immature again, with freckles, and the surrounding furnishings are no longer so luxurious, but have become the attic of the old house in Danshui.

  Under the dim light, she looked at her child and recounted...or her own understanding:

"In some cases, painting and photography are common. In other words, among all the themes that can be defined as works of art in this world, we need to observe with objectivity, distance, and authenticity. they.

  Photography is objective, and it really happens at a certain moment in the picture you save. It can make artistic modifications based on reality through photography technology, but it also has drawbacks.

   Its drawback is also its authenticity.

  The greatness of Richter lies in the fact that while he accepted the authenticity, he did not give up the artistic composition in his paintings. Especially his "photographic" paintings, the important thing is not the competition between the two...

   Rather, he is seeking to get rid of the stereotypes of traditional paintings and photos, trying to integrate the two. It's like a fusion of classical music and modern music styles, they complement each other..."

  Including Su Meng and makeup artist MIKO.

  Even Dani who has followed JAY the longest...

  At this moment, everyone looked at the woman who was wearing a decent dress and her silver hair was tied around her head by a black headband. Although she was thin, she was full of elegance, listening to her understanding of art...

   I was in a trance for a while.

  Although before, whether as a fan, partner, friend, or colleague...everyone knows, heard, and understood...For JAY brother, the most important enlightener of the art path is his mother—the Ms. Ye Huimei in front of me.

  But how did she get enlightened, how did she influence JAY brother, and how did she cultivate this musician with such terrifying musical talent... No one has an intuitive impression.

Even...rao Miko and Jay Chou have worked together for many years, but her impression of Aunt Ye is only... When JAY misses some etiquette and etiquette things, such as everyone wants to celebrate his birthday or It's an album that sells well, but when he gets inspiration and shuts himself in the recording studio to record a song...the one who apologizes for buying everyone pizza and drinks.

  Aunt Ye... is famous in JAY's music world.

  The album called "Ye Huimei" is like a **** in the hearts of fans.

  It makes the name "Ye Huimei" shine in the eternal starry sky that shines on the Chinese music scene.

  But other than that... the name Ye Huimei is just a symbol representing brother JAY's mother.

but…

Now…

  When everyone listened to her narration and looked at Brother JAY who was looking at his mother with gentle and dependent eyes...

  Everyone finally understands... what kind of influence auntie has on JAY brother.

   And at this time...

  Wang Sicong, who had been standing next to the camera, instinctively looked at Xu Xin.

  Old Xu... Ever since the two of them started talking, they haven't looked up.

   Always looking down at the camera.

  And with the conversation between the two, occasionally there will be a series of rapid shutter opening and closing sounds.

  He didn't look up.

   But it was just this glance.

  He saw Xu Xin smiling.

   Not that kind of exaggerated laugh.

Smile.

  A simple smile.

   It was like seeing the most beautiful scene in the world... Although it was just a smile, Wang Sicong saw many emotions behind the smile.

  Inexplicably, Wang Sicong suddenly felt his nose sore.

  He didn't try to guess what Old Xu was thinking.

  But what he can be sure of is that Lao Xu must be very happy now.

  Maybe... there will be some envious emotions.

  But in that smile, there must be more happiness.

   Then... it's weird.

  Why do I have a sore nose?

  He took a deep breath and rubbed his nose.

Oh shit.

  I want to smoke.

"JAYCHOU: The photos taken by Ah Xin are my favorite photos so far, none of them. I look forward to the completion of Ah Xin's paintings. My mother is not only an art teacher at school, but also an art teacher in my life [Like], #Listen Words from mom #GERHARDRICHTER”

  In the picture, the silver-haired and fair-skinned Ye Huimei is listening in a black dress. In the middle is Richter's gray-toned abstract art painting, and on the right is Jay Chou in gray, talking to her.

   This moment was perfectly captured by Xu Xin and used as the negative of the painting.

   And Jay Chou shared this photo with everyone.

   Those who were not present could not understand the meaning of Jay Chou's words.

   It was as if before today's scene, other people still couldn't understand why Aunt Ye affected so many wheels.

  But... Jay Chou is happy at this moment.

   Because of the INS he posted, some people understand.

  At least these friends present today understand.

  There are people in this world who understand themselves, that is happiness.

"I made a decision."

  In front of the circular sofa, when Xu Xin was admiring the scenery of the 101 Building in the distance, Wang Sicong suddenly slapped his thigh.

   "I know what kind of wife I want to find."

  Xu Xin glanced at him, didn't even bother to answer the conversation, continued to look at the distant scenery, thinking in his heart...whether he should buy another property.

  Although the Dahu Mansion is nice...but you can't see the prosperity of Yanjing.

  Although Shijia Hutong is large, it cannot overlook the night view.

  How about... buy another high-rise duplex?

  I bought it according to the style of the wheel. I bought a high one that can see a lot of scenery... In the future, my sister and I will lean on the roof terrace like this, watching the night scene in the distance sweetly together...

   It must be exciting.

   As for Lang Lang, he ignored him.

   Instead, he was masturbating Maji.

  His hands are too precious, so the insurance company prevents him from keeping any pets that may cause damage to his hands.

  Do not even think about raising a dog in this life.

   And for the sake of his artistic career, he didn't even dare to pet the dogs of the old Xu's family, even if he knew that the two dogs were better trained than Maji.

   That's scary too.

   But Mochi would be okay.

   Ouch, cute Maggie, how can you be so cute...

  Uncle will use these hands to make you a gentle horse kill chicken, okay? creak creak...

  Where is Jay Chou... He is looking at his phone with a cigar in his mouth.

  The two ins posted in succession today have earned him many comments.

  He was looking at one by one.

  Wow, these fans are so cute, as expected, my fans are the best...

  So, Wang Sicong's thigh was shot for nothing.

  One is thinking about women, one is thinking about fans, and the other is thinking about dogs...

   None of the three of them paid any attention to him.

  The young master's nose is a little crooked.

   Look at the unlucky looks of the three of you.

   Ignore me, right?

   embarrassing me, huh?

good.

   "Cute."

"…ah?"

   Was wondering why the crooked pineapple cake tasted so much better than those from the mainland, Su Meng raised her head subconsciously:

   "What's the matter? Brother Cong."

   "I want to find a very artistic wife!"

"…ah?"

  Su Meng was stunned again.

   Subconsciously glanced at Xu Xin.

  Seeing that Brother Xu is still looking at the night scene, his eyes are squinting...

  She looked at Brother JAY again.

  Brother JAY is clattering with his mobile phone, not knowing what to type.

  Finally looked at brother wolf...

  噫~ Brother Wolf, why are you touching Maji!

  Looked around for a week, and finally, she looked at Brother Cong who was waiting for her response...

  Thinking about it...

"ah?"

  Being a boring young master is speechless.

   Do the math.

   A group of people without artistic cells.

  I will go to the gate of Berkeley College tomorrow.

   Open a Ferrari and put a bottle of iced black tea on it!

   Be sure to find a wife who is full of artistic germs!

  Stayed at Jay Chou's house for one night. On the night of the 21st, the three of Xu Xin dressed coquettishly and boarded the car, heading to the party scene of "The Green Hornet".

  In the car, Xu Xin continued to browse through Taobao.

  He has never learned painting, so how to color the painting is a layman's level.

  So in the past few days, I not only bought a few sets of "Introduction to Paint" books, but also bought a lot of things such as painting walls and easels.

  But it's worth buying and buying, how to color these things... There is still a difference between film filters and oil paints.

   So I've been researching.

  But Lang Lang suddenly asked:

   "No camera tonight?"

"without."

  Wang Sicong said casually:

   "But there will be paparazzi, but there is nothing inside. A few people from the Columbia company will come tonight, and Lao Xu can go make friends."

   "Thanks, not interested."

  Xu Xin continued to look at the paint coloring tutorial on his phone without looking up, and said:

   "They took the initiative to make friends with me."

  Wang Sicong didn't argue with him, leaning on the seat, he suddenly said:

   "I don't know if Hei Shi will come tonight..."

"Yo?"

   Lang Lang's eyes lit up:

   "You like them too?"

   "That's for sure, my XP enlightenment to JK is them. Who do you like the most?"

"And you?"

  The two of them seemed to have found a like-minded person.

   When he heard the rhetorical question, Wang Sicong said without thinking:

   "I like Kehan ​​the most~"

   "I like ghosts the most!"

   "Ghosts are fine too...but I don't think it's as good as Jieqi..."

  The two gentlemen started talking about this matter, which made Xu Xin's scalp tingle.

   Xin said that the ideological realm of these two people is quite low.

  By the time you guys liked the black society, Dad and I had already gone to Japan to seek a breakthrough.

  Tsk tsk...

  With a bit of disdain, he had an image of a master, listening to the group of girls who talked too much when the two of them YYed back then.

   After arriving at the place, as soon as I got out of the car, I saw a group of paparazzi.

  The paparazzi was also stunned when they saw him, and then they rushed this way with long guns and short cannons.

  He instinctively said:

   "Old Wang, take care of the old wolf, I will slip away first."

"…ah?"

  Before Wang Sicong realized what was going on, Xu Xin had already slipped away.

   Then, when he saw the group of paparazzi... he had to run in an instant. But just after taking a step, he turned his head and looked at the friend who got off the bus the slowest now because of his physique when he got on the bus, he was directly thrown into the last row...

   Struggled for a few seconds... finally gave up.

  Come on, let's protect the artistic heritage of mankind.

  It doesn't matter if I'm dead... Lao Lang's hands are precious, without his own bodyguard desperately protecting the Lord, he would definitely not be able to get out.

   Forget it, it's time to do good deeds and accumulate virtue.

   It doesn't matter if you don't leave.

  As for a certain **** who cheated on his teammates...

Um.

  I spit on your grave!

   "Did Director Xu come to the party?"

   "No, you have identified the wrong person, I am not Xu Xin."

   "Is Yang Mi here?"

   "Who is Yang Mi? Not familiar."

   "Have you watched the feature film of "The Green Hornet"? How's the quality?"

   "I don't know what you're talking about... Brother, look over there, Lang Lang and Wang Sicong are there, can you stop them?"

  For some reason, Xu Xin, who was surrounded by a group of people, couldn't laugh or cry.

  But the paparazzi obviously don't intend to let him go.

  Finally, I can talk about it...

  Three questions.

  Answer three questions and we'll let you go.

Fine.

  Xu Xin nodded:

   "Just three questions, please ask."

   "Did Director Xu watch the feature film of "The Green Hornet"? Is it good?"

"I haven't seen it yet, but I believe the movie will be very exciting. As far as I know, Jay Lun doesn't even use a stand-in in this movie. All the actions are done by himself. He is very hardworking. ... Next question .”

   "Does Director Xu's "Love in the Hawthorn Tree" have the confidence to surpass the box office of "The Green Hornet"?"

   ""The Hawthorn" will be released first, so you should ask the question in reverse. Next."

last question.

  The reporters looked at each other, and the last one asked:

   "Director Xu, do you have any plans to develop in Hollywood?"

   "Not for the time being, okay, that's it for now, please make room, I'm going in."

  Forcibly pushing these reporters away, he finally walked into the bar scene.

   Then I saw the sneering expressions of the two friends who had expressions of "Sun thief, you deserve it".

"…well."

  He shook his head indifferently, and sat next to them.

  At this moment, the party has just started, the music is still relatively soft, and it will take a long time.

   I have to hurry up to fill my belly.

   While eating a stick of cantaloupe, he suddenly looked around and said:

   "Where are the wheels?"

   "Go to the back door to pick up someone."

  Wang Sicong said something casually.

  The voice fell, and suddenly, Lang Lang said, "Fuck?".

  The two of them followed his surprised expression and looked over...

"Yo?"

   "...Who?"

   After watching Jay Chou walk in with a girl in a black leather jacket, the three of them were dumbfounded.

  This man...

  Who?

  (end of this chapter)

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