Chapter 854 853 "You Are so Arrogant Now."

"Speak of the devil, and he will appear." Fang Minghua said to everyone with a smile; "Yi Mou is here."

Zhang Yi Mou entered the mahjong room, and everyone greeted him.

"Hey, Yi Mou, long time no see."

"Come, come, play a few hands?"

"You play, you play, I don't know how to play." Zhang Yi Mou responded with a smile.

In addition to being able to drink a little, Zhang Yi Mou was said to like dancing when he was young. He didn't know anything else, such as fishing, playing mahjong, digging holes, and playing chess.

This person seems to be born to make movies, otherwise he would be over 70 years old in the future, and he would still make movies one after another and not retire.

Fang Minghua knew that Zhang Yi Mou had something to ask him, and it was not good to let him sit and watch him play cards, so he shouted to the outside and the inside: "Xiao Hong, ask your sister Song to come and help me play a few hands."

"That's right."

A few minutes later, Song Tangtang came down from upstairs and took over Fang Minghua's position.

Fang Minghua took his thermos cup and led Zhang Yimou into the living room. The nanny poured a cup of tea for Zhang Yimou and left.

"Yimou, is there something?" Fang Minghua asked.

"I have to trouble you again, help me write the script." Zhang Yimou said straight to the point.

Fang Minghua was a little surprised. "Didn't I hear from my wife that Lu Wei is writing for you?"

"Yes, after writing two drafts, he felt dissatisfied and said that he had no problem writing realistic themes, but he really couldn't write this kind of fantasy movie."

Oh. That's it.

It seems to be true.

Whether he is a screenwriter or a director, Lu Wei focuses on realistic or historical themes.

"Well, okay." Fang Minghua agreed.

You may not agree to help others, but the other party is Zhang Yimou after all, and they have been friends for more than ten years.

"However, I have to finish the novel on hand before I can start writing." Fang Minghua added at the end.

"Oh, I'm not in a hurry, I'll wait for you." Zhang Yimou said happily.

After chatting for a few more words, Zhang Yimou was about to leave.

"What's the hurry? Let's have dinner together tonight." Fang Minghua warmly persuaded him to stay.

"No, I'm here. You can't even play mahjong well. I'll ask Chen Ting to prepare some dishes and we can have a few drinks some other day." Zhang Yimou smiled.

Chen Ting is Zhang Yimou's girlfriend. They have been living together and have a child, but they have never married.

"Okay, I'll go try Chen Ting's cooking skills." Fang Minghua smiled.

Zhang Yimou got up and went to the mahjong room to say hello to everyone before leaving.

As soon as the guests left, Song Tangtang immediately gave up her seat to Fang Minghua.

She was not interested in this thing, but sometimes there were not enough people to help, so it was better to go back to the study upstairs to read.

The four continued to play mahjong.

"Minghua, what does Yimou want to ask you for? Is he asking you to write a script?" Lu Yao asked.

"Yes, he said that he was not satisfied with the script written by Lu Wei, so he had to come to me." Fang Minghua told the truth.

"Then the more capable, the more work."

We played mahjong until lunch in the afternoon, but dinner was simple, with a pot of stewed meat, a bowl of white rice for each person, and pickled vegetables with red oil. Everyone ate happily.

We didn't drink, and we continued to fight after dinner, which lasted until ten o'clock in the evening.

After the guests left, Fang Minghua took a shower and prepared to rest, and the couple chatted in the bedroom.

"Zhang Yimou asked you today, did you ask him to help write the script?" Song Tangtang asked.

"Yes, he said Lu Wei was not satisfied with what he wrote."

"Indeed, I also read it. Lu Wei is not good at this kind of subject matter, so it's not difficult for him."

"So you just throw it to me?" Fang Minghua joked.

"Zhang Yimou believes in you." Song Tangtang said angrily.

The novel "A Woman's Life" was completed in early November. The whole book has a total of 180,000 words, and it writes about the life of Zhao Xiulan, the daughter of Chinese workers, from the late 19th century to the 1990s.

When she arrived in San Francisco with her parents in her childhood, her family was sent to Angel Island, and later reluctantly allowed to stay.

The book is written in the first person, using Zhao Xiulan's mouth to narrate the turbulent 100 years in the United States and the various discriminations and humiliations suffered by the Chinese.

After writing, the electronic version was given to Li Li in San Francisco, and the "Chinese Workers Trilogy" was completed.

In November, the weather in Xijing gradually became colder. In this weather, Fang Minghua usually did not go out except for running in the morning and occasionally attending meetings of the Writers Association.

But fish still need to be caught, of course, when the weather is good, it is too cold on rainy days. When people reach middle age, everything is based on comfort.

Today is the weekend, Fang Minghua refused Bai Miao's invitation to go fishing, and rested at home with Song Tangtang.

My son is playing games in the room.

When he went to high school, the homework suddenly increased, but every weekend when he came back, Fang Le still played games, and recently he became addicted to "StarCraft".

Fang Minghua didn't care, there was nothing he could do about his academic performance.

His exam scores are always in the top ten of the whole grade. He is particularly good at math and physics, and he gets full marks in almost every exam. If he can keep up, according to the teaching level of the Affiliated High School of Northwestern Polytechnical University, he will have no problem getting into Yanda and Tsinghua University.

Song Tangtang is knitting a sweater for Fang Minghua.

It is already 2001, and hand-knitting sweaters has long become a rare thing, but Song Tangtang has never thrown it away. He takes it out from time to time to knit a few needles, but he is too busy to finish a sweater in a few months.

"Hey, Minghua, Zhang Yimou asked me yesterday, have you finished your script?" Song Tangtang looked at Fang Minghua who was flipping through the newspaper.

"Why didn't he ask me himself?"

"I'm sorry to bother you, you are so arrogant now." Song Tangtang said with a smile.

Big airs?

Fang Minghua himself didn't feel it at all.

But it is true that apart from Lu Yao and Jia Pingwa, who have been friends for 20 years, there is nothing to do with the rest and they rarely go out.

Time gives men not only charm, but also majesty.

"You tell him, just during this period of time." Fang Minghua replied with a smile.

In the evening, Fang Minghua started writing the script.

In fact, the script is ready.

"The First Part of the Investiture of the Gods: Chaoge Fengyun" shot by the later director Wuershan is quite good.

It tells the story of the Shang King Yin Shou colluding with the fox demon Daji, tyrannical and unjust, and causing heavenly punishment. Kunlun Immortal Jiang Ziya went down the mountain with the "Investiture of the Gods" to find the common master of the world to save the people. Ji Fa, the son of Xibohou, gradually discovered Yin Shou's true face and rebelled against Chaoge.

The domestic box office was 2.6 billion, and it received multiple nominations and awards at the Golden Rooster and Hundred Flowers Awards, Venice Film Festival, and Asian Film Festival.

What makes this movie different is that the role of the Investiture of the Gods in the original novel is similar to the roster of grassroots civil servants selected by the Heavenly Court.

But in this movie, it becomes a divine weapon left by Nuwa before she ascended to heaven, a weapon to save the common people.

It is set that only the common ruler of the world can open it. Who can become the common ruler of the world, and who will win the Investiture of the Gods, immediately becomes extremely important and full of suspense.

The Investiture of the Gods has been transformed from a list of names serving the upper class to a treasure that recasts the order of heaven and earth and serves the common people at dawn, and the intention has been immediately raised a lot.

It is very cool.