Xu Xin chuckled and shrugged:

"Anyway, that's what I think. In the end, we have to rely on ourselves... To put it bluntly, in this story, even the actors in people's eyes at the time were able to live the most compassionate and righteous lives in the end. The so-called religion, beliefs, etc.

, in the face of national justice, it is simply worthless. If it were me, I would definitely implement this thoroughly..."

"Yeah. That's true."

Zhang Yimou did not refute him.

There is nothing to refute.

To put it more broadly, this is a matter of director style.

Some people like natural harmony, while others like to go to extremes.

To put it mildly... young people always have to be a little bit aggressive.

This is his movie. In this movie, this church is not so much faith as it is hope in a desperate situation.

This is a drama with a great heroine, and the church is endowed with the attribute of great love.

It also symbolizes the last refuge in despair.

It is already a very depressing movie. If it doesn't even have this little bit of spiritual comfort, then it would be a bit too despairing to watch.

And if we follow Xiao Xu's thinking, then this drama will be more like a heroic movie.

If you deny all external factors and choose to fight, the final outcome will definitely be more tragic.

This is purely a matter of perspective, nothing to argue with.

So, he nodded:

"Then you can try to make a movie of this style next time."

"Let's wait until we come across a good script. If the script doesn't match, this too radical style may not match..."

Keeping all the light and shadow elements created by the old man in mind, he changed the topic:

"How is your health lately?... Mengmeng, bring me the things."

"Okay, Brother Xu."

Su Meng quickly took the fabric bag she was carrying.

"These are the pickles made by Yang Mi for you. They are perfect to drink with porridge in the morning."

"...I've almost finished the movie, so I thought of picking it up?"

"Forget it, I don't have enough diced radish for myself."

"Put it down!"

"Hehe~"

Xu Xin smiled and took out another jar from the cloth bag:

"You can eat pork belly, noodles, or steamed buns."

"This is good."

If the small jar of pickles was just an "unexpected surprise", the large glass jar of meat dumplings was a complete surprise.

"I bought some sesame seed cakes at noon and made some soup. This will be just right."

Zhang Yimou was obviously very satisfied with this sentiment.

Then... I saw Xu Xin taking out another jar of spicy food from the bag.

"Yesterday I made two cans of new fried rice."

"Hahaha~"

This time, he really couldn't hold himself any longer.

Although no one believed it when it was spread, how could an internationally renowned director laugh like this because of a bottle of chili oil that he has never eaten or seen?

Unfortunately, that's really the case.

Taking the can of chili oil, he unscrewed it and smelled the smell:

"Hmm, smells good!"

"That's for sure, serious Qinjiao noodles."

Following Xu Xin's words, Zhang Yimou quickly screwed on the can bottle, fearing that it would taste the same if it ran away, then turned to his daughter and said:

"We won't have lunch for lunch. We're going to buy some steamed buns and let Xiao Sui cook some thick porridge. We'll have this for lunch."

"Hey, okay."

Zhang Mo responded, and then said rather jealously:

"I will do the same for you next time. If you are not so happy today, I will have to talk about you."

"Hahaha~ Go quickly and let Xiao Sui soak the millet first. Remember, it must be thick. Dig out some of the jar of glutinous rice and put the rest in the refrigerator."

"Know it."

After taking the bag from Xu Xin, Zhang Mo walked out quickly.

At this time, Xu Xin's phone also rang.

Glancing down, he answered the phone and turned on the speakerphone:

"Hello?"

"Hello? Lao Xu, we've arrived at Shiqiu. I'm not allowed in."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yimou asked:

"Who?"

"Wang Sicong."

"oh."

Zhang Yimou took out the walkie-talkie directly from his pocket:

"At the door, are Xiao Wang and Wang Sicong at the door? Let them come in."

"Copy that, Director Zhang."

"Well, bring them directly to the church."

"Okay Director Zhang."

Xu Xin then hung up the phone.

"You know the heroine of my movie, right?"

"The maid of honor at your wedding?"

"Yes, no, I'm looking for you to give me some advice."

Zhang Yimou rolled his eyes directly:

"I just told you that there must be something wrong with you coming to me."

"Hahaha~ Let me take a look."

"What do you think I am? A fortune teller?"

Although he couldn't laugh or cry, he still agreed, and then ordered Xu Xin to blow out the candles one by one.

Don't bother reading it...if you blow out too many candles, it will really kill you.

After both rows of candles were extinguished, Xu Xin's head was buzzing.

When he turned around, he saw the old man smiling evilly at him.

Xu Xinxin said that you are quite wicked...

Helplessly, I walked out of the church with him. Just then, Wang Sicong and Di Wei also arrived.

But I didn’t see Guo Ping and Xu Dafa this time.

"Director Zhang, hello, hello."

Wang Sicong quickly said hello.

Si Wei also followed suit.

But it was obvious that she was very nervous.

Zhang Yimou smiled and nodded:

"You're not in a hurry to leave at noon, right? If you're not in a hurry, let's have dinner together... When will your afternoon activities start?"

The latter words were said to Xu Xin.

"It's three o'clock, there's enough time. How do you feel about Di Wei?"

"Well……"
To be continued...