"What did you say?"
The voice on the other end of the phone was instantly raised: "Why don't you come? It's been a long time since you returned to China, why do you have to get together with your brothers!"
Zhuang Yan held the phone a little further from his ears.
He walked alone on the trail beside Tyumen Lake. The shores of Tyumen Lake are all evergreen trees. Even in autumn, it is green and the scenery is very bright. Some people say that this is why it is called Tyumen Lake.
Some people also say that Tyumen means the moon in autumn, because the lake is half-moon-shaped. Later, the tip of the half-moon was excavated to introduce lakeside villas. The introduced artificial lake was called Neihu, and the original Tyumen was called Outer Lake.
"I'm not free tonight." Zhuang Yan said.
Qi Rui snorted: "You said the same yesterday, the day before yesterday, and the day before yesterday..."
Zhuang Yan interrupted him: "Yes, I'm not free this week."
Qi Rui: "..."
"Then someday when you are free, speak up."
Zhuang Yan said impatiently, "Look at my mood."
The lakeside in winter is not so cold. The wind blows from the lake, as if it can get in through the collar, making people shiver from the cold.
Zhuang Yan put one hand in his coat pocket, and the hand holding the phone was unconscious, frozen to red and purple.
He didn't want to call at all in this situation.
Zhuang Yan: "If there is nothing else, I will hang up first."
"Wait!" Qi Rui failed to get his wish, "I heard a gossip about you in the past two days, do you want to hear it?"
Zhuang Yan wanted to talk or not listen. Qi Rui probably guessed that he was going to refuse, and said directly: "Did you know that you broke up a loving couple and broke a good marriage?"
"???"
Zhuang Yan: "Speak human words."
Qi Rui asked, "Do you know Xie Ning?"
Zhuang Yan answered as he walked, "I don't know. Who is he?"
"Boyfriend from Xuqing University."
Zhuang Yan was expressionless: "I don't know who Xu Qing is."
Qi Rui: "Don't talk about it, just the junior who was chasing after you before you went abroad. At that time, he cried and said that he would always wait for you to return to China. He didn't expect to see a new target as soon as he turned his head. ."
Zhuang Yan: "It's good, save him from bothering me."
Qi Rui added: "But they broke up not long ago."
Zhuang Yan wanted to hang up the phone directly.
Qi Rui went on to say: "I heard that the reason for breaking up is related to you."
Zhuang Yan twitched the corners of his mouth: "I just returned to China, Xu Qing and that thank you..."
"Xie Ning." Qi Rui reminded.
"I haven't met Xu Qing, and I don't know Xie Ning, what's my business?"
Qi Rui said: "I heard that because you returned to China, Xu Qing couldn't let go of you, Bai Yueguang, and cruelly abandoned her boyfriend."
Zhuang Yan sneered: "Let him get out!"
"I also heard that Xu Qing and Xie Ning dated because he felt that Xie Ning was very similar to you, and regarded people as your stand-in."
Zhuang Yan frowned slightly and said nothing.
Qi Rui: "To be honest, I think Xu Qing can do such a disgusting thing as a stand-in. Xie Ning and him may have a good thing about the incident. But I'm curious about how similar Xie Ning is to you. Similar in appearance or personality?"
Zhuang Yan said: "I don't care how similar Xie Ning is to me, there is one thing he is definitely not like."
Qi Rui asked curiously, "Which point?"
"Vision." Zhuang Yan groaned, "Xie Ning's vision must be very bad, otherwise how could he like Xu Qing as a fool."
His hands were so cold that he couldn't stand it. Zhuang Yan didn't give Qi Rui a chance to speak.
After a while, the hand regained consciousness a little.
Zhuang Yan thought, if Qi Rui hadn't been playing since he was a child, he would have hung up a few minutes earlier, what so much nonsense.
The Tyumen Lake in winter and the Tyumen Lake in summer are completely different. It snowed heavily last night, and the evergreen trees on both sides also turned from green to white. From a distance, the vast expanse of white is a beautiful sight.
But no one appreciates the beauty.
There was no one else on the trail except him. In the winter, only a fool would not want to stay in a warm room and come to the lake to get cold.
At the end of the trail, there is an open space. The open space is in an excellent location and can overlook most of the scenery of Tyumen Lake. It is a place that many people love to go.
Of course, no one is there now.
and many more.
Zhuang Yan raised his eyebrows and looked at the drawing board support in the open space.
There are really idiots who came to sketch in winter.
…
"You drew the curtain call of "Monologue"?"
After finishing the last stroke, Xie Ning was startled by the sudden sound behind him and turned his head.
The first thing I saw was a black trench coat.
Yan Xi once told him that the trench coat is a powerful tool for men, and even the style of the bad street gives people a sense of sharpness.
But there are only a few people who can really wear a trench coat with imposing momentum. Most people just rely on the power of the clothes.
Xie Ning raised his head and looked up, and when he saw the man's face, he groaned in his heart.
This is the most attractive man he has ever seen.
The man's hairstyle is clean and neat, his face is well-defined, like a layer of light and shadow, his sharp eyebrows are slightly raised, his eyes are hot and energetic, staring at him... the painting behind him.
His appearance cannot be described by the word "handsome", and his unique charm is not just because he is handsome.
That is the temperament revealed inadvertently by gestures, and every change in expression seems to have a style.
It looks familiar, but I can't remember where I've seen it.
But this trench coat was very suitable for him, and after just one glance, there was a blade-like sharpness coming towards him.
What's more, this dress is expensive at first glance.
Not an amount that ordinary people can afford.
When the man saw him, his eyes flashed, and a surprised look appeared on his face: "It turned out to be you."
Xie Ning is even more puzzled, do they know each other
"I didn't expect to meet again." The man raised his mouth and smiled meaningfully, "Mr. Rabbit."
Xie Ning: "… "
It was him.
The man covered his face with a scarf when he saw him by the doll machine last time. Xie Ning didn't see his appearance, but this time he saw it clearly.
"What a coincidence." Xie Ning was silent for a few seconds, stood up, and said very politely, "I didn't expect to meet again, Mr. Blue Whale."
"..." This time it was Zhuang Yan's turn to be silent.
Zhuang Yan just stopped by to see what kind of idiot came to sketch in winter, but he didn't expect to see a very interesting painting.
He didn't even think that this idiot who painted was the one who once had a relationship, and he felt very close to the person.
He wore more clothes than last time, wearing a cute plush hat on his head, and the tips of his ears were wrapped under the hat, which made Zhuang Yan feel a pity.
I can't see the reddening of his ears.
The white neck was also wrapped in a thick scarf, and the exposed face was soft, with a bit of flushing from the cold, making people want to reach out and rub it.
This look looks so good, Zhuang Yan couldn't help but want to tease.
The two looked at each other for a few seconds, and Zhuang Yan suddenly looked at him and smiled, and then asked the question at the beginning: "Did you draw a scene from "Monologue"?"
Xie Ning came back to his senses and was surprised: "Have you seen "Monologue" too?"
Because it has not been released in China, "Monologue" is a very, very niche movie.
Unexpectedly, this Mr. Blue Whale has also seen it and can recognize his paintings.
In the last scene of "Monologue", the white-haired protagonist is also on the road by the lake. After recalling his life, he staggered away with a cane.
However, the camera always landed on the lake, giving the old man no nostalgia and tenderness.
until the curtain call.
Xie Ning originally only wanted to paint the Tyumen Lake in winter, but his thoughts couldn't help but fall on the plot of "Monologue".
In the movie, this lake appears several times.
When he regained his senses, an old man on crutches jumped onto the paper.
He is the protagonist of "Monologue".
Shainin simply began to paint scenes in the movie with the appearance of Tyumen Lake.
However, in the eyes of ordinary people, what he painted is just an old man passing by the lake. Only those who have seen and studied "Monologue" can understand.
The composition and perspective of his painting are exactly the same as the last scene of "Monologue".
Zhuang Yan raised his eyebrows and said, "I've seen it, it's a very interesting movie."
"It wasn't well-received by the audience," Shainin said.
Zhuang Yan nodded: "There are not many people who can really understand this movie, and most people think it is boring."
Xie Ning put his eyes back on the drawing board: "It's too tiring to understand it. Even the judges with a very high level of appreciation will find it difficult and difficult to understand, so he was shortlisted for Cannes, but he failed to win the award in the end."
Zhuang Yan was noncommittal about this and asked, "Then do you understand?"
Xie Ning thought for a moment and shook his head: "I don't know. What I see is only what I experience, but I'm not sure what the director wants to express."
Zhuang Yan's meaningful eyes fell on him: "The director set the threshold for watching the movie too high, causing most people to be blocked from the threshold. If he can learn to lower the threshold, he may be more successful."
"But I think," Shainin said, "that he set the bar so high on purpose."
"Oh?" Zhuang Yan's eyes flashed, and he put on an expression that was willing to hear it, "How do you say it?"
"I've seen his other works, and he's a very professional director," Shainin said.
Zhuang Yan stared at him with exploration in his eyes: "Professionalism does not necessarily mean that he understands the taste of the public."
"He understands!" Xie Ning said firmly, "but he doesn't like the taste of the public, so he refuses to bow his head."
Zhuang Yan raised his eyebrows: "As long as he's a director, he always bows his head to the public."
Xie Ning: "The directors of literary and artistic films generally have a kind of high-mindedness, and feel that their works are the lamentations of the high and the low."
Zhuang Yanzheng wanted to ridicule, but heard Xie Ning say, "But this director gives me a different feeling."
"What's the difference?"
Xie Ning: "He seems to put the work aside, as if you like it or not."
Zhuang Yan: "Sounds like it's a bit of a beating."
Xie Ning nodded: "It's quite annoying. He thinks it's your problem that you don't understand, and he has no problem at all."
If Qi Rui heard these words, he would definitely exclaim: "Fuck! This is your bosom friend!
Zhuang Yan himself heard it, but he didn't know how he felt.
His teacher once commented on him, saying the words "Qu Gao and widowhood, self-righteousness".
But he really didn't want to bow his head to the public.
Why
Later he thought about it, most directors are not bowing to the public, but to the money.
Zhuang Yan was even more disdainful.
He is not short of money.
Zhuang Yan looked at Xie Ning for a while: "I didn't expect you to say that."
"He's actually able to tell a story that's lively and twisted, full of drama and conflict, and he has that ability, but he doesn't want to," Shainin said.
Zhuang Yan asked, "Why not?"
Xie Ning scratched his face: "Actually, this is just my guess."
"It's alright, just say it."
Xie Ning glanced at his expression, and always felt that the way he raised his eyebrows had no meaning.
"He's deliberately making the story difficult, he's deliberately setting the bar so high. He doesn't want most people to cross the threshold, he only accepts people who can read it... He's very conceited."
After saying this, Xie Ning looked up and found that the man opposite was looking at him with a deep, creepy gaze.
He took a small step back to stabilize his body, and the cold hair behind him stood up.
"Why are you staring at me?"
Could it be that what he said just now was wrong and angered him
That's right, he should be a fan of Zhuang Yan, so he may not be able to accept his evaluation just now.
But he just said it casually.
"Uh..." Xie Ning hurriedly whispered, "I'm just talking about my own opinion, not necessarily right."
Zhuang Yan said, "I think what you said is very interesting."
Shainin didn't know whether he was telling the truth or the irony, and decided to keep silent.
Zhuang Yan looked at him meaningfully for a few seconds, then retracted his gaze when Xie Ning felt uncomfortable, and asked, "Do you like this director very much?"
Xie Ning stammered: "Alright, alright."
Zhuang Yan asked again: "Then you like "Monologue" very much?"
Xie Ning thought for a while: "I like the picture very much."
Zhuang Yan pointed to the drawing board: "You can draw another picture, just the scene where the protagonist is kicked out of the theater and drags his lame leg across the lake."
Shane was stunned.
Xie Ning couldn't react to the fact that the opposite side looked like he should have painted for him.
After a while, Xie Ning whispered, "I don't paint."
Zhuang Yan raised his brows: "Why?"
Xie Ning said: "In such a cold day, I will freeze to death when I draw this picture. I'm afraid I won't die here if I draw another one."
Only then did Zhuang Yan remember that the two of them were still blowing the cold wind by the lake like fools.
Chatting with this Mr. Rabbit was so pleasant that he couldn't help but forget how cold he was.
Zhuang Yan glanced at Xie Ning's shrunken hand in his arms, his face was even redder than the last time, and a mist floated out of his mouth when he spoke.
Finally, looking at the tips of his ears that were covered by the plush hat, Zhuang Yan said, "Then I will paint later when I go back."
Xie Ning was shocked: "I... why should I paint you?"
Zhuang Yan didn't seem to have thought about this question, and frowned deeply, as if thinking.
Then he put his hand on Xie Ning's shoulder, lowered his head, leaned into Xie Ning's ear, and whispered, "I have all Zhuang Yan's movies, if you are willing to draw a picture for me, I will take you to my house to watch it. it is good?"
A low voice rang in his ears.
I don't know if it was because the two were too close and shy, or because they were infected by the heat of the man talking, Xie Ning's ears turned red.
When the man speaks, the momentum is sharp and pressing.
He, he seems a little weak.
The author has something to say: Zhuang Yan: Kidnap people home!