"Dad, you're back?" Guan Zhihan asked, leaning his head on the ground.
Seeing Guan Shan looking at a loss, he walked a short distance with his eyes squinted, and heard his daughter's voice. Guan Zhihan didn't often call him father at home, and he would never call him that outside.
This call made Guan Shan even more energetic. In the moonlight, he glanced at the small table, where Guan Zhihan and Wu Changyun were sitting opposite each other.
There was nothing unusual about this scene. Guan Shan was just holding the ladder to the upper bunk and was about to go up. As soon as he took a step, he vaguely saw Guan Zhihan's legs on Wu Changyun's thighs, and he was still wearing pajamas.
How can this be disgraceful? How can this be disgraceful?
Guan Shan gritted his teeth and almost yelled at his daughter, but he held back.
The reason is very simple. On the one hand, he doesn't want to lose this person. On the other hand, in his eyes, this is something that makes him feel ashamed. If Guan Zhihan's current behavior is called shameless, then he is the biggest accomplice.
Guan Shan pretended not to see it and climbed up the ladder.
"You guys should go to bed early too."
"I know."
Guan Zhihan glanced at the upper bunk with a sidelong glance, a hint of dangerous smugness on the corner of his mouth.
Guan Zhihan thought about it, bit his lip, kicked Wu Changyun hard, then shrank back into the quilt and turned his head as if nothing had happened.
Wu Changyun was also a little bored, but he was naturally a sensible person.
It was gradually getting late and the only sound I could hear was the roar of the train. The noise was so loud that I couldn't sleep. The next day, the train had already arrived in FJ Province.
I followed Guan Shan and his group off the train. The platform outside was paved with pebbles. I walked out of the platform along this road and found that the person I had an appointment with Guan Shan was already waiting on the platform.
"Brother Guan, long time no see."
The person who came was Chen Huaiai, who was already sixty years old this year and was an old acquaintance of Guan Shan.
"haven't seen you for a long time."
Guan Shan noticed that next to Chen Huaiai was his son, who was also in his prime.
"Is this your son? He's grown so big."
"Hello, uncle."
The person who was speaking was named Chen Kaige, who was exactly 28 years old this year. Like his father, he had directed many excellent works and had gained some fame in the circle at a young age.
When he met Chen Huaiai again this time, he seemed to be in good spirits. Wu Changyun had thought before that Guan Shan’s old friend might be a famous director, but he didn’t expect that they had such a close connection.
"Who is this?" Chen Huaiai asked.
Guan Shan introduced Wu Changyun's resume to Chen Huaiai, describing him as a new director and producer from Hong Kong, as well as the president of Hong Kong's hottest film company, with these titles hanging together.
In the eyes of the older generation, the achievements of young people are not just about how much they have done, because they often have their own goals in life. Just like Chen Huaiai, the first half of his life is art, and the second half is family.
At his age, he doesn't pay much attention to career matters.
On the contrary, he attaches great importance to the relationship between family members, which is the opposite of Guan Shan.
"Very good, you are truly a young talent of your generation. Son, you should communicate with him properly. You should have a lot to talk about."
"Yes, father."
Chen Kaige nodded and was also full of curiosity about the young man in front of him.
Most of what he studied were the essences left by his fathers or predecessors, which were scripts or creative tones with a strong opera style. Chen Kaige also knew a lot about Hong Kong movies, and from his perspective, Hong Kong movies were very mature in commercial nature.
However, being able to open a number one film company in Hong Kong means having considerable say.
"Chen Kaige, what's your name?"
"My name is Wu Changyun."
In fact, this way of getting to know Chen Kaige was very different for Wu Changyun. After all, things happened so quickly. Guan Zhihan hid aside with his arms folded. The temperature here was a little colder than in Hong Kong. After all, it was early in the morning.
During the conversation with Chen Kaige, the other party asked a lot of questions.
It's nothing more than the differences between the Hong Kong film market and the mainland, some of their commercial filming channels and rules, and the popularity of his works overseas.
It is not difficult to see from the conversation that Chen Kaige is eager for his work to be recognized by others. In fact, everyone hopes that his work can be recognized by others.
But the most popular movies now are not those with a hint of profound meaning like Chen Kaige's.
In fact, the situation in mainland China and Hong Kong is similar. Just like in the early days of Hong Kong, Xu Guanwen's films in the 1970s became popular among a generation because of the humor that was close to the citizens. However, there was a knife hidden in this humor, which would make people sigh about their helplessness in life from time to time.
"So you have a Xu Guanwen in Hong Kong, that's pretty much the same."
Chen Kaige said thoughtfully that maybe he could summarize some ideas based on the development of Hong Kong films.
After all, they have been constantly learning and improving over the years, but the essential things have always been valuable and are what he and his parents have insisted on.
Wu Changyun nodded, agreeing with his point of view.
Oftentimes, the market's excessive entertainment overshadows good works, and everything is done for profit.
Several people came to Chen's house. It was not a very big house, just an ordinary family's house, and it was just enough for four people to get together.
Compared with the Guan family's house, this place looks very simple.
Wu Changyun sat on a low bamboo stool. The table in front of him was also made of bamboo. It was very low, only reaching Wu Changyun's knees. The door of the house was open and breakfast was being prepared inside.
In fact, it can't be called breakfast. The breakfast here is unusually rich. Wu Changyun didn't have the habit of eating a lot in the morning, but at the Chen family, he had to eat meat in the morning and in the middle of the night.
After a while, a table full of sumptuous meals was prepared.
Wu Changyun sat next to Chen Kaige. The two had not known each other for long, but fortunately, they both had straightforward tempers, so they became good friends.
In the Chen family, Guan Zhihan seemed a little lost. She felt out of place everywhere since she arrived at the Chen family.
Everything here is different from Hong Kong, including the food, but fortunately, Chen's mother is a good cook, and the food she makes is something she has never eaten in Hong Kong.
Later, Wu Changyun was called into the house by Guan Shan to chat with Mr. Chen, and Chen Kaige was also in the house.
"Were you born in Hong Kong?" Chen Huaiai asked.
"I guess so."
"What do you mean by considered?"
Chen Huaiai and the others looked at each other, and no one understood what this meant.
"As long as I can remember, but I guess I'm from a city in the north."
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