There was another lecture in the afternoon that was regarded as the finale, but He Peiyuan couldn't hear it. From 11 to 12 o'clock, it was probably only half of it. But it was okay. He Peiyuan was just cheering for the only female among the six judges.

He Peiyuan has already read the written introduction to the six judges on Ruge.com, but frankly speaking, she has only seen three and a half movies and a few fragments of TV series among the works listed in the introduction. They are not her

The number of films read is small. If you don’t believe me, just click on Ruge’s film review page from the reviewers’ introduction. More than half of the works written by the reviewers did not have decent film reviews. This is what it was like after Ruge.com launched the user-face project. Before, hehe, it was better.

None of the films have been archived.

But in the afternoon, the female judge was in the humanities and art film of the last century. Although He Peiyuan did not leave it on the computer, she could say that she thought it was "pretty good" at the time. She still has the impression that the picture was quite beautiful, although she was not

Why do I love watching literary films, but I feel that this film is very simple, unlike some directors who make rural areas backward for the sake of backwardness and ignorance for the sake of ignorance.

Yang Jingxing told his girlfriend some situations that were not written on Ruge.com. The film was adapted from a novel written by Yuanyuan when she was twelve years old. It first won awards in China, but at that time theaters had just been hit by the market. What might be the impact on domestic award-winning films?

The stereotyped image resulted in the film not being commercially released in China. Then, the film was sold to a Japanese film company for 500,000 yen, and it earned 400 million yen at the box office in Japan. That was ten years ago.

When He Peiyuan thought about this, hey, it seems to be quite in line with Japanese taste!

There are other gossips about Yang Jingxing that He Peiyuan didn't pay attention to. This film is a husband-and-wife team, and the director husband and the screenwriter wife have been working together like this ever since. Although the several films produced over the years are not as stunning as the original ones, the style has not changed and is still very simple and beautiful.

, he also won many awards, and most of them were for scripts and stories.

So saying he is a famous screenwriter is not flattery. He is now the leader of the All-China Federation of Literary and Art Circles. Of course, my husband is also a famous director and is now the leader of the National Film Association. People like Kong Yafei who have been obsessed with money are not qualified to be called famous directors.

Already...

He Peiyuan asked: "Why is 402 still a famous musician?"

Yang Jingxing is so angry. That was a slip of the tongue by some TV people who didn't understand the situation. Do they know how much money he shared from "Dead and Alive"? They are still sharing it today! Why are you famous?

The distinguishing feature of a scoundrel is that he has no self-awareness, but He Peiyuan is different. She always reflects on herself, and she thinks that she can't be famous even if she wants to be famous. These playwrights must also consider themselves literati, so: "If you only introduce me as your girlfriend,

What is their first impression? What do they think?”

Yang Jingxing hummed: "I just want to...it's really cheap for this stinky scoundrel."

He Peiyuan frowned, pursed her lips and raised her fists but couldn't stop laughing: "...If it's not you, how do you look at me?"

Yang Jingxing was about to regret it: "You are not even allowed to look at it, my wife."

He Peiyuan was really unhappy and kicked her feet: "Seriously!"

"To be honest..." Yang Jingxing at least said it from the facts: "When I first look at Yuanyuan, I will indeed feel that she looks like a vase, too vase."

He Peiyuan was furious...

Hurrying slowly, we arrived at the hotel at a quarter past eleven. Eyang was so poor that it managed to get a three-star hotel. It generally looked good, the square was grand, and it was outside the outer ring road after all.

Haha, it's not bad. There is a welcome sign for the "Eyang Cup Original Script Competition" in the hotel lobby, and the elevator goes to the sixth floor.

No one from Eyang was seen in the corridor, but there were two hotel attendants on duty, who were responsible for asking for invitations or admission tickets. Yang Jingxing also prepared admission tickets, and asked if there was a back door.

This venue of 100 people was quite luxurious. There were two or three empty rows in the back. Mr. Yang and his girlfriend sat silently in the middle of the second to last row, and they all went straight to listening to the lecture, without attracting many people to look back.

The female playwright who is over 50 years old does not seem to care about beauty at all. She has already shown her age. She does not seem to be good at giving lectures. She lowers her head more than looks at the audience. However, she can tell from a few simple sentences that she is seriously sharing her thoughts and concepts.

, the theme idea is probably people-oriented.

He Peiyuan knew the composition of the seventy or eighty audience members. They were mainly contestants and Eyang employees, as well as some netizens who had obtained admission tickets through the Ruge film review event. In order to support the scene, this lecture was only allowed to enter the formal competition.

All ten contributors came to participate, but they had to provide for their own food and accommodation, so not many people came. In fact, not even the thirty-six finalists were present.

The venue was very quiet when there were fewer people, and the female playwright on stage did not interact at all. She only took a look at the script, thought about it and then said a few words, so that the people in the audience could digest it in time without discussion.

Under the clear request of his girlfriend, Yang Jingxing was serious throughout the whole process and did not dare to look at the girl too much. However, it didn't take long for the playwright to thank everyone, and the timing was quite accurate.

The audience applauded, and He Peiyuan, who had only listened for about twenty minutes, seemed to have learned something. Yang Jingxing stood up and walked forward, while Pang Xi stood up from the middle row and walked back. The two passed by each other.

There wasn't even eye contact.

When we met for the first time, Mr. Yang did not need an introduction. The teacher greeted him very respectfully and treated the other two playwrights equally. He was very sorry that he could not accompany him.

It's easy to say, the playwrights all know that Mr. Yang is also an outstanding literary and artistic worker, and they must also praise and thank Mr. Yang for supporting the foundation of this drama. Nowadays, we are getting more and more impetuous. There are not many young people who can value film and television art from the source.

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Yes, Yang Jingxing is also considering the inheritance of skills and spiritual ideas under the great changes of the times. It is really commendable that all the teachers can share their teachings so selflessly.

It's quite a hit. Mr. Yang checked the time and took the liberty to invite a few teachers to have a casual meal together. Xiao Wu and Xiao Zhao are already very familiar with the teachers. Xiao Wu and Teacher Qin are related to each other. Xiao Zhao is a very smart child.

Very popular, but what about Mr. Pang?

Yang Jingxing waved to the back, and He Peiyuan's lips reminded Pang Xi who was talking to him: "Call you."

Pang Xi stood up but kept bending down, spoke a few more words, and then came forward.

Yang Jingxing continued to wave and made his expression clear, and He Peiyuan stood up hesitantly. Without asking the boss for instructions, Wu Mingyang and Zhao Chengdi had already started to contact the other three teachers.

For the exam, He Peiyuan wore beige leather sneakers, light blue slim-fitting jeans, and a red and white sports sweater today. She still had her buns down and didn't look like a vase, but she still attracted a lot of continuous or intermittent glances.

Yang Jingxing took his girlfriend a few steps forward, supported her waist in a pretentious manner, and first introduced the speaker: "This is Teacher Qu."

He Peiyuan bowed: "Hello, teacher..." When she saw the teacher reaching out, she took it with both hands. She shook hands with the male teacher with just a few fingertips.

We sat down in the hotel box at a quarter past twelve. Teacher Qu was still talking about how his father had been a rural projectionist for many years. Their generation had only had a taste of life at that time, so there was a bit of beauty in the hazy bitterness.

Yearning for it, but it is simply incomprehensible to young people born after the reform and opening up.

He Peiyuan started to think about it and asked her boyfriend: "If you want to establish emotional resonance between people from these two eras, what kind of bridge should be used?" This is much simpler than "An Zhiruosu" which spans hundreds of years.

Hey, Miss He was very ladylike in her muffled voice, but her words made all the playwrights think together. Teacher Qin was first of all professional, what kind of objects can be used to communicate, from grandfather to father, and from father to son. Yes, family affection is

On the one hand, love is also an eternal topic.

One of the playwrights was still on the high-speed train and he would definitely not be able to make it. Fortunately, the fifth one entered the box before the food was served. At this time, the playwright was already introducing Mr. Yang’s girlfriend to his peers. By the way, he didn’t know yet.

What does Ms. He do?

No wonder, I feel that Miss He has an extraordinary temperament, and she is also a literary and art worker. This is unexpected and reasonable. Exchange, exchange!

The exchange didn't last long, and it was almost one o'clock soon, so we had to leave. At this time, matters in the literary and art world were so intimate that I had to trouble Miss He to correct me. Of course, I also had to attend Mr. Yang's concert.

As soon as he got out of the box, Yang Jingxing's true colors were revealed: "Is my wife a vase?"

He Peiyuan was disdainful: "There is no threshold for literature, anyone can say a few words."

Yang Jingxing dared to glare at his girlfriend: "What do you mean?"

He Peiyuan hehehehe: "...Hurry up!"

Only when I got in the car did I remember to look at the two mobile phones in my bag. I muted them before the class and forgot to turn them on and didn't pay attention. Yang Jingxing was really ignored. He Peiyuan had three missed calls, one from her mother's cousin and one from Qi Qing.

No, Qi Qingnuo called me twenty minutes ago.

He Peiyuan first passionately described to her cousin how she bravely broke through the dangerous situation, and then called her mother to assure her that she had not gone to see the car and had just eaten.

Qi Qingnuo, what's going on?

Yang Jingxing knows his ex-girlfriend: "Why don't I ask you if you've passed it?"

He Peiyuan was furious: "Do you think I'm making fun of you?"

Well, Yang Jingxing didn't dare to say it, so he just said hey.

He Peiyuan was too hesitant: "Don't say anything!"

Yang Jingxing cleared his throat and focused on driving.

Woman, when did He Peiyuan smile so sweetly to her boyfriend? And she said so softly: "Hey, something happened... Fortunately, I barely got through... After studying for such a long time, I still doubt my IQ... I will take the test in the afternoon

, still waiting, half past two... It usually takes a week, anyway, I'm not in a hurry... She has decided? I... I don't think I can afford it... No matter how big the car is, how much can it fit in? Qing'er's box can fit in it

Ah...get crazy...ask her to please, she is the one who realizes her dream...well, it is...forget it...Oh, I went out at six o'clock in the morning and was exhausted, ah...put your head aside, you don't even look at me

, I’m so angry, you’re still here..."

My girlfriend seemed to be relaxed, and the driver's eyes were darting around.

He Peiyuan yawned until she lay down: "Well, I heard you say... My dad said he would drive with me a few times... I'm mainly afraid of parking.

, the parking space of the unit is too narrow, sometimes you can’t even open the car door after entering... it’s almost wide, they have problems parking, they all want to make it convenient for themselves... ah, really!?”

The girl was really excited, so the driver took a second look.

He Peiyuan also glanced at the driver: "When exactly? What should we do... Probably... Yes, don't get too happy too soon... Okay, okay... Hey, I told you something last time, to be honest... um

...What? Who can say? Don't think too much... It's a little, a little deliberate... How should I go? It's almost the same as the main group... I really want to see you, I told you several times... Don't come here

...Is this okay? Yang Jingxing wants to wait until the Qingming Festival to pick up Mr. Ding and Professor Li to go to Jiuchun for a walk. When he comes back, he will stop by the unit to take a look... What do you mean? What's wrong with me... Forget it, do it

Everything is verbose... I don’t want to go... It depends on the situation. If something happens, it’s not easy to ask for leave..."

Why are women so verbose? If Mr. Yang were so efficient on the phone, twenty-four hours would not be enough.

He Peiyuan raised her neck again: "Come on, I've never been on a yacht!"

Ah, do you know this? The driver was too angry to say anything.

He Peiyuan also added: "I have never performed a concerto with a group."

Why does this girl still have so many strategic reserves? Yang Jingxing stopped breathing.

"Don't worry, I can't spare him." He Peiyuan was still smiling, "I don't know, my company is in Pingjing. I don't know what to do if I can't see anyone for a week...Okay! Tell me...get out!" There was such a loud voice.

The driver jumped and gasped for air.
To be continued...