I'm a Director, I'm Not Bad Chapter 618

   Chapter 618 616. Spicy Dance America

   After walking around for a while, the couple blocked all the chatting content from the door.

  After Xu Xin arrived home, he didn't go anywhere else, but lifted the cloth covering the easel on the balcony.

  Yang Mi came over:

   "Yeah~"

  She looked at the sketch on the canvas and asked in surprise:

   "Have you finished drawing?"

   "It's early."

  Xu Xin tossed out the courier he had received in the past few days when he was not at home, and there were paints he bought in it.

   "Where does this come from? This is just to connect works, to find colors. The wall in Lu Zi's house is very big, and the big canvas I ordered hasn't arrived yet."

"Well…"

  Looking at the sketch on the drawing board in front of her, Yang Mi nodded slightly, and said curiously:

   "Are you going to sketch and then paint?"

   "That was the plan. But..."

  He glanced at the sketch he had spent all afternoon drawing, and shook his head slightly:

   "It doesn't feel right after I draw it. If I really use this kind of sketch, it's better to put a photo directly. So I plan...to paint an oil painting."

   "...have you studied?"

  Yang Mi was surprised for a while.

"No ah."

  She was taken aback, looking at her husband who was holding a bunch of paint tubes that looked like toothpaste in his hand, and was putting tubes on the table one by one:

   "I haven't studied oil painting, you want to paint oil painting?"

   "Isn't it just to replace the pencil with a paintbrush? It shouldn't be a problem. Try it~"

   As the two of them were talking, the two little guys who had been led by their grandfather also came over.

  They have never seen this thing before, and their eyes are full of curiosity.

  Especially Yang Yang, watching his father take things out of the box, he also reached in to grab a few paintbrushes...then Nuan Nuan snatched them away.

  The little guy is also stupid.

  Seeing that the paintbrush was snatched away by my sister, she didn't **** it back. Instead, she grabbed a tube of paint from inside with some difficulty.

   Then it was taken away by Dad again.

   Now, he was unhappy, grabbed it and used it as a palette and threw it on the ground.

   But no one said anything.

  The couple raised a baby, and one was scattered.

  Children are curious about everything in the outside world at this age, and they are curious about new things. Excessive criticism is not good for children.

   Compared with him, Nuan Nuan's hobbies are relatively simple.

Holding those unopened paintbrushes in her hand, she picked up one at random and turned to look for her grandfather. After Xu Daqiang took it with a smile, she turned around again, snatched a scrubbing brush from her younger brother, and handed it to him. Madam has gone.

  After Zhang Qian took it, she aimed at the brush in her brother's hand again...

  Let's put it this way, Xu Xin's express delivery of these painting tools was like a fire, but it didn't take long for it to become a sky full of stars.

  The generous little girl didn't even let Zizai and Niuniu off. The two dogs looked at the brush holder in front of them and wagged their tails. They probably used the brush holder as a meal bowl.

   Ke Yangyang seems to be particularly interested in these things, just now his sister snatched his things, at most he was unhappy.

   But when he was holding a pencil, in order to prevent him from scribbling on the marble floor at home, Yang Mi gave him a piece of paper to draw on, and the little guy waved the pencil in his hand and scribbled on the paper. And when Nuan Nuan came over curiously and wanted to **** the pencil from him when he heard the movement, the little guy burst into tears.

   Don't give my sister life or death.

  He grabbed his clothes for the heater and didn't let go, Yang Yang was also very awkward, you can grab the clothes whatever you want, I will cry when I should, but you want to force my pen?

no way!

  Two children over one year old are called a noisy...

  In the end, Yang Mi gave her daughter another pencil, and the matter was over.

   Nuan Nuan who took the pencil turned around and gave it to grandpa.

  Yang Mi couldn't laugh or cry when she saw it.

   I don't know who I learned from… My daughter, this is obviously a textbook-like operation of "Do I want you a pencil? What I want is your attitude".

  Yangyang and that piece of paper are locked together.

  Holding a pencil and waving it wildly, I had a great time playing.

  Xu Xin is grading.

  At this moment, I took some basic colors and blended them separately, while smearing on the blank canvas on the easel, looking for the colors I needed.

  For him, this is uncharted territory.

  He also thought it was quite fresh.

  Although these oil paints are all off-the-shelf, not mineral pigments...those are too high-end, and his newness is not yet involved in that level.

  But he unexpectedly discovered that... the preparation of pigments is actually the same as the director's use of filters during shooting. It is through the neutralization and contrast of colors to achieve the sensory colors he wants to see.

  He fell in love with this feeling all at once.

   Ever since, there was a harmonious scene at home.

Xu Xin took his son to play with paint in the corner of the balcony, his daughter took two dogs to play house with painting tools, Xu Miao, the general manager of the real estate developer, was cutting the toenails of his daughter-in-law who was too old to bend over, the Yang family couple Watching the TV series "Snow Leopard" with my in-laws... yes, the one played by Wen Zhang.

   It was an unexpected harmony.

What?

  You asked why Yang Mi went there?

  She said she was going to take a bath, but according to Xu Xin's understanding of his wife, there is a 90% possibility that she went to play computer games and fish for fish.

  But...what does it matter.

  In Yanjing in winter, the north wind howls, and the family gathers together in a warm house like spring. At the same time, everyone is relaxing and decompressing according to their own preferences.

  This day... well, how can it not be called a comfort?

   On the afternoon of November 29th, Jay Chou arrived in Yanjing.

   also directly moved into Xu Xin's home.

  Seeing him, he brought Dani instead of the little girl named Kun Ling, Xu Xin joked:

   "I thought you would bring Kun Ling with you."

   "Please, going abroad (Lang Langri) as a minor is very troublesome, okay?"

   Jay Chou shook his head slightly, looked at the colorful drawing board, and added another sentence:

   "Are you talking about taking people abroad when you just have a good impression? Am I out of my mind?"

  Hearing this, Xu Xin smiled, continued to sit in front of the drawing board, dipped some cyan paint with a brush, and copied Richter's painting.

   "How is the progress?...This should be just a proofing, right? I don't want such a small painting."

   "I know, I'm slowly thinking about it, anyway, you're not in a hurry."

After I really got started, I realized why others are experts and I am a newcomer. I have studied for a long time just to imitate the colors of Richter's abstract painting. After Xu Xin finished speaking, Yang Mi was holding a pile of clothes in a hurry came out:

   "Wheel, what clothes did you bring? I haven't been to Miami, it's sure to be warm there?"

   "Sure."

   Jay Chou responded:

   "It's super warm. It's a very comfortable season~"

  With his words, Yang Mi felt confident, and said quickly:

   "Dad, Mom, you don't need to take down jackets. Just wear one when we leave... It's warm over there!"

   After finishing speaking, she waved her hand to Jay Chou:

   "Help yourself, I'm packing my clothes, I don't have time to worry about you."

   "Well, okay."

Jay Chou agreed with a smile, looked down and sat at his father's feet, also holding an oil paintbrush, smearing on a gaudy drawing board, his face, body, and clothes were covered with various oil paints. , squatting down dumbfounded:

   "Xu Weizhen, what are you doing?"

   Few people called Yang Yang by his name at home, so the little guy ignored him, but picked a piece of oil paint in a plastic bowl with his fingers, and pressed it directly on the drawing board.

   "Wow, you draw so well, can you tell godfather what you draw?"

  Lao Zhou is good at coaxing children.

  With the unique gentle accent of Wanwan Mandarin, it sounds very comfortable.

  Unfortunately...Yangyang still ignored him.

   Then Xu Xin's voice sounded:

"Since I took out this set of things yesterday, the little guy has been very interested. Before I woke up this morning, he pulled my eyelids... because he couldn't talk, he pulled me out of the house. I thought He was hungry, so he dragged me to the balcony... At first it was pencils, but then I didn't know what was going on, so he focused on these oil paints. If I didn't give them, he would cry..."

   "Hey, then you have to pay attention, these are chemical pigments, right? I'm afraid it will be harmful to children."

   "It's okay. I checked the ingredients and asked the family doctor. As long as the child doesn't eat it, it doesn't matter... and I bought these are good oil paints, just pay attention."

   As he spoke, he glanced at his friend and pointed to his feet:

   "No, the canvas that was originally prepared for you has already been placed under our feet."

   "Haha~"

   Jay Chou squeezed Yang Yang's cheek with a smile:

   "Xu Weizhen, promise godfather, you can't eat it in your mouth~"

   "Haha, Jay Lun will definitely be a good father in the future."

  Xu Daqiang, who came out of the house holding the phone, heard this, and gave his own point of view with a smile:

   "Speaks softly and softly, looks like a good material for being a father."

   "Ha ~ Uncle Xu."

   Jay Chou said hello.

  Xu Daqiang nodded and said:

   "I have found a good person. When I go to the hotel over there, they will come over. I have made arrangements including travel."

"how many people?"

"I didn't get too many people, just six people, what...retired members of the Marine Corps, it's not easy to make too many people, it's extravagant, it affects the mood of the game. But it doesn't work if there are too few people, the United States...chaotic~ they all With a gun, don't worry."

   "... what?"

   Jay Chou was a little curious.

   "Bodyguard."

  Xu Daqiang said concisely:

"You guys are playing together. Mimi and the others are bringing their babies. They are afraid of danger. I have contacted some bodyguards... Jay Lun, as a brother, you have to be careful when you go there, don't go to those dangerous places... If you are really robbed, give him money..."

   "Uh... ok, I see."

  Although Jay Chou wanted to say that the law and order in a good community in the United States is not at the same level as that in the slums of Neko...but this is the concern of the elders, and he did not argue, and nodded with a smile.

   Then... he didn't leave, he just sat beside Yang Yang, watching the little guy scribbling casually on the drawing board in front of him.

   Chatting with Xu Xin:

   "Hey, Ah Xin, I think Yang Yang is very talented in painting."

   "Chick..."

  Xu Xin sneered:

   "He's only one year old, what can he draw? You can see shit."

   "No, I'm serious... think about it, if Yang Yang becomes a painter in the future, wouldn't it be great!"

   "He can do whatever he wants."

  Xu Xin said while continuing to copy the painting by Richter.

  The reason why he copied it was because he wanted to restore the "taste" of this abstract painting as much as possible.

  Richter is an artist, a master.

  I can't sloppyly deal with other people's works in this painting, can I?

   Then when the two sides are compared, it will appear that they are not paying attention.

   As for the friend's "prospect" for the child, he is farting.

"For a one-year-old child, don't make any sustenance or sustenance. He can do whatever he wants. The family business his parents have worked hard for him is to support him to happily pursue the dreams he is interested in. The piano is very bitter..."

"…Right."

   Jay Chou nodded:

"But I think he also likes it. You see...he ignores me. And he doesn't use these things as plasticine like other children...he is imitating you, have you noticed? ?”

"Um."

  Xu Xin lowered his head and took a look, then casually poked his paintbrush down:

   "Er smash."

  Yang Yang raised his head subconsciously.

   Then I felt a chill between my brows.

  Xu Xin took a paintbrush and drew the word "Wang" on his son's forehead.

   "Hahahahaha..."

  Under Jay Chou's speechless gaze, the child who didn't know that he had become a prank at the hands of his own father blinked and lowered his head again.

  But Xu Xin's laughter alarmed Xu Daqiang who was about to go to the balcony where the air conditioner was placed to smoke a cigarette.

  It's okay if the old man doesn't look at it...

  Looking down, there is actually a king on the head of his good grandson...

   Thinking of his son's laughter.

   No need to ask, he will know what's going on.

   "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

   Walked quickly in front of his son, Xu Daqiang, who was smoking a cigarette, looked angry.

   "What are you doing! What are you doing!! That's you, not a tiger! You..."

   Talking seems to be perplexed...

"Snapped!"

   "Ouch!"

  Xu Xin covered his head, speechless looking at his own father who slapped him on the back of the head:

   "Dad? Well, isn't this... interacting with the baby?"

   "Interaction fart! There is such an interaction! You wipe it off! Quickly wipe it off!"

   "Yes yes yes, just wipe it."

   Xu Xin, who didn't dare to argue, thanked you for picking up the towel next to him to wipe the child.

result…

"Snapped!"

   "Ouch!!"

  He was slapped again.

   Turning his head aggrieved, the towel in his hand was snatched away by the old man:

   "You use sprinkles! Use sprinkles!? This towel is all spent! It works! Wow! It hurts the child's skin, and it kills you!"

   "No, no, no... I'll get it right away."

   Seeing that the old man was about to make a move again, Xu Xin quickly slipped away.

  He took a towel from the bathroom, and after wiping off the paint on the child's face, he gestured to Xu Daqiang, who was standing outside the glass door and sneered while smoking a cigarette.

  The old man let him go, turned his head, and looked at the scenery in the distance.

   And Jay Chou smiled and said beside him:

   "Are you next generation?"

   "Yes... I'm spoiled by heaven."

  Xu Xin sighed helplessly:

  “I have been beaten since I was a child, and I have never been beaten more than when a child was born.”

"Ha ha ha ha…"

   While talking and laughing, Xu Daqiang finished his cigarette and walked in again.

   Then they also went around to Xu Xin's side.

  He didn't care what his son painted. Instead, he looked at his grandson's "great work" and squatted down with a smile:

   "Bao'er, tell grandpa that your paintings are amazing~ Oh, it's so beautiful..."

   While chatting, Yang Mi came out in a hurry:

"husband."

"ah?"

   "Did you see the towel my dad used to wipe his feet? It's hanging in the bathroom...Huh? Did you use it?...Dad, Xu Xin wiped the canvas with your towel. It's okay, I'm looking for one for you."

  Yang Mi came in a hurry, and left in a hurry.

  Xu Xin hasn't reacted yet...

"Snapped!"

   "Ouch~~~~~~"

  He turned his head subconsciously, and saw that his old man's face had turned black.

  Looking at the towel she put on the table to wipe her son's face... Xu Xin moved his mouth and finally sighed.

"well…"

   That's all.

  It is only natural for a son to beat Lao Tzu.

  Thinking of this, he silently lowered his head and glanced at his son.

   I muttered in my heart:

   "Type it once, don't pay it back, and then pass it on."

   Son thief, you wait.

  In the early morning of the 30th, the "two families" with their families arrived at the airport, reunited with Wang Sicong, and got on the business jet that Wang Sicong specially borrowed from Wanda Group.

   There is no other advantage, it is spacious.

  It will take more than a day from here to Miami, so it is necessary to enjoy a comfortable journey.

   On the plane, the trio plus Yang Dalin were playing cards there.

  You have to admit that Wang Sicong can play.

  He disliked the meaninglessness of playing poker, so he got a deck of mahjong.

  The seats on the plane are fixed, so we can't use the normal mahjong table to play. We got a pair of paper mahjong, and the four of us had a great time playing.

  This trip is for vacation, so everyone is very relaxed.

  After more than a day of flying with transfers and so on, I finally arrived in Miami in the early morning of December 2, Yanjing time, which is 2 pm in the US winter time.

  As soon as he got off the plane, Xu Xin felt the evil capitalism...

  It is exactly the same as in Hollywood, the car is parked next to the plane, two business cars, and two Lincoln navigators.

  A few foreigners stood beside the car.

  Through Yang Mi's translation, he knew that this was the car sent by the Ritz-Carlton Apartment.

  It is said to be an apartment, but it is actually a high-end seaside residential area in Miami.

   It is also the place where "Lao Yang's family" lives these days.

   During this trip, Xu Xin, his wife and children will live separately. Yang Mi took her family and children to play, and Wang Sicong's villa was on Shangbeiwan Road.

  The little young woman also knows the beating nature of these gentlemen.

  After returning from that time in Xiangjiang, she understood her husband's "spring" face...The way these four people go on vacation is different from other people.

   Or that men and women take vacations differently.

  Women are shopping, shopping, eating...

  The four of them wanted to find a place where no one knew them and live an isolated life.

   Give me a network cable and a computer to live.

  Finally turn the house into a garbage dump, pat their **** and leave.

   Then it doesn't matter.

  It's just right to play separately...it saves her having to coordinate the travel time with her husband.

   Just clean.

   Outside the airport, the "two families" parted.

  Xu Xin sat in the car, looking at the scenery along the way in Miami with curiosity.

  Walk for a while, and gradually came to a place where you can see the beach and various villas... Wang Sicong seemed to see something, and pointed out the window:

"Eh!"

  He didn't need to say a second word, Xu Xin and Jay Chou looked to the right in an instant.

  Several women wearing toad glasses and bikinis are walking along the beach trail.

  Don't mention how good-looking you are, just say this outfit...

  Watching Xu Xin nodded unconsciously, pouted, stared at the white butt, and choked out a sentence:

   "Yeah! I love Dirty America!"

  Listening to his somewhat broken English, the other two didn't mean to laugh at him at all, but nodded understandingly:

"Uh-huh!"

  The driver who drove the car with the three people's virtue showed a smile.

   Obviously, everyone is a man.

   Needless to say a word.

Understand.

   The state is so bad, I'll make adjustments.

  (end of this chapter)

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