Chapter 86: One Year Old Amidst the Sound of Firecrackers 2000, the millennium, saw three major the emergence of the first Chinese chairman of the three major European countries. And that person is Gong Li. Not only that, she was also the chairman of the jury at Venice in 02. Not to mention Venice, Chen An still wants to try Berlin, a place he has never been to. "Berlin Film Festival." Chen An muttered softly while sitting in a chair. This film festival, which is the closest to Chinese-language films and the first to extend an olive branch to Chinese-language films, is one of the three major European film festivals that Chen An has never visited. Ever since Zhang Yimou's "Red Sorghum" won the first Golden Bear Award, the highest award in 1987, Chinese-language films have continued to win this award. After that, four films won the Golden Bear Award, which is unique in Asia. Zhang Yimou's famous work "My Father and Mother" won the Silver Bear Grand Jury Prize at this Berlin Film Festival, second only to the Golden Bear Award. I feel like I can also take part, and my relationship with Gong Li should be pretty good, Chen An thought to himself. I also want to make a truly literary film first, and there are many scripts to choose from.
But Chen An doesn't want to use the films that won the Golden Bear in his previous life, such as "Tuya's Wedding" or "Black Coal, Thin Ice". In particular, "Fireworks in the Daytime" is a movie that Chen An likes very much, but Chen An did not want to use this movie for filming. I'll keep this awesome movie for now, I want to make another film. It is also a movie he likes very much, a tragic comedy, a humble little person's powerlessness and frustration in the face of the environment, a world that drives people crazy. "Let's finish the movie here first, and then go back to prepare for the filming." Chen An muttered to himself. I thought of splitting my time, going back when the film is almost finished here, and then coming back when it is released for promotion, which should be quick in terms of time. Just enough to distract from the time. However, Chen An did not start writing the script immediately. He had just finished a job and who could stand this? Let’s take a break first. By the way, I also ordered some midnight snacks from the front desk, and had a good meal with the wine in the room. It was already past eleven o'clock in the evening when the food was delivered. Chen An finished his meal with the wine, then took a shower and went to sleep. It was not until I woke up the next day and took a taxi to Warner that I saw Jerry again, who had returned early. You can see that he is very busy. The dark circles under his eyes make them more noticeable against his Caucasian skin, making him look like a national treasure. "Jerry, would you like some coffee? You can now go to my national zoo and be a panda." Chen An said, holding the coffee he bought. He bought this on the road. He bought two cups and brought one for the other person. Jerry, who was slumped in his seat, immediately reached out his hand: "Come on Chen, I really need it to give me some energy." "Don't say that. It makes it seem like I'm carrying something illegal." Chen An handed the coffee in his hand over unhappily. Jerry took the coffee, removed the lid immediately, and took a big gulp of the coffee which was no longer that hot. "Chen, you're finally back. I'll need your help with post-production, otherwise I won't be at ease."
"Don't Hollywood need directors in the later stages?" "That's because they don't understand. I know Chen Ni's strength." "But I suddenly don't want to care about it now. It's quite comfortable to just leave it alone after the shoot." Chen An smiled and stimulated the tired Jerry, making him more energetic. "Oh, you must be kidding." Jerry looked incredulous. This is your work, your child, and you just ignore it. Others want it but don't have it yet. "Of course, I will help you finish the rough production before I leave Hollywood." Chen An expressed his thoughts. Chen An still wanted to know more about the excellence of Hollywood's post-production. How powerful is this post-production team that doesn’t even need a director? After joining, Che Chenan also witnessed the power of the later period. The editors are all professionals with strong resumes, and one of them was the editor of "Saving Private Ryan". Through the script shots, they were able to basically edit out everything Chen An wanted to express. And it's very accurate. "No wonder the director doesn't need to intervene." Chen An thought to himself. I feel like there is no difference in post-production whether I exist or not. This will make people more willing to learn. If there are many such talents in the company, it will be a good thing. Chen An's participation was short-lived, and it was basically over after only half a month. The rest no longer need Chen An as a tool. When you leave, pack your things just like you did when you came. It was Jerry who drove his car to pick up Chen An and took him to the airport. As for the US dollars, I just kept them in the account and had no plans to take them back. The plane departed from the City of Angels, crossed the Pacific Ocean, and finally landed where Chen An departed. After nearly three months' absence, Chen An returned to the city again. The Spring Festival has passed, but the Lantern Festival has not yet arrived, but the city is still filled with the atmosphere of the New Year. On the way back, Chen An saw red Spring Festival couplets pasted on the front of many houses. When Chen An returned home, he found a pair of Spring Festival couplets posted on his door. "Spring always comes to families facing the sun, and families that do good deeds have more than enough celebration." Chen An said unconsciously as he looked at the festive couplets in front of the door. Looking up, there are four words written on the door: "House Accepts Thousand Auspiciousness". Although he didn't know who posted it, Chen An liked it very much.
Unfortunately, Chen An did not return home this year, nor did he bring his parents to the capital. Only when I come back here can I feel the atmosphere of the New Year. It is an atmosphere, very strong. It is a feeling that you don't have at all abroad. With the sound of firecrackers a year old, the spring breeze sent warmth to Tusu. It is one of a kind that belongs to this place. I pushed open the door and walked through the hall. The yard seemed even lonelier than when I left. Although it doesn't feel dirty, it just doesn't have the smell of human habitation. Some of the flowers and plants in the yard have withered, giving it an old feeling. Chen An took his luggage into the room and packed it up. There was basically nothing edible in the house. “I don’t know if any vegetable markets are open.” Chen An looked at the empty food supplies at home and thought he might as well go get a free meal. But it’s New Year’s Day, so it’s not appropriate to go to any restaurant for a free meal. He put on his heavy coat again, put on the mask, and put a hat on his head. He tightened his clothes, opened the door, and stepped out. I first went to see if the nearby vegetable market was open. I was lucky because it had been seven or eight days after the Spring Festival and the vegetable market was already open. There are also quite a few people coming to buy vegetables, and the bustling crowd is walking among them. Basically everyone has a festive expression on their face. Many red lanterns were hung in the vegetable market, and some doors were posted with Spring Festival couplets. Of course it would be great if the prices of these vegetables hadn't gone up. The aunt selling the vegetables had a bright smile on her face, and it seemed that the income from the time she spent during the Chinese New Year must be considerable. During the Spring Festival, Chen An did not bargain, as he did not mind doing so. Chen An was walking back with two bags of vegetables in his hands, and he felt a little stuffy under the mask he was wearing. He took the dish to one side, took off the mask on his face, and exhaled long, exhaling a puff of white mist. People kept passing by me, and they started to look familiar, as if it was still the same person. It seems like I was in the same situation when I spent the New Year alone in the dormitory four years ago. I took out the money I had saved from my daily frugality from my hidden piggy bank and bought some of my favorite dishes. I picked and chose and bargained with others for a long time before I could buy just a little bit. I walked alone on the busy street, carrying things in my hand, thinking that when I became famous, I would definitely buy more and not haggle with the boss. Just throw the money in his face and tell him to pretend. The last person hid in the dormitory, using the radio borrowed from Chen Wei to listen to the Spring Festival Gala and spend the New Year's Eve after the family reunion. "Hahaha" Chen An suddenly laughed.
Just as he was walking on this busy street, he looked at the things in his hand and seemed to remember his past self. Thanks for subscribing.
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