It's just that after all, this is a water town in the south of the Yangtze River, and these rural areas are quite wealthy. Everyone has a two- and three-story villa.
Moreover, the living environment is very beautiful. It can be said that it has good mountains, good water and a good life. Apart from having less money, it is better than living in the city.
Lin Yueyu took the Baidu navigation on her mobile phone. She frowned and looked at it for a while and said, "Go to the left. The village on the left should be Liushui Village where Director Yu Long lives."
Chen Yang drove into Liushui Village and found a small one-story house at the eastern end of the village.
Liushui Village is relatively wealthy. Most people in the village live in two- and three-story small buildings, but the family in front of them is obviously much poorer.
Chen Yang and Lin Yueyu got out of the car and walked towards the yard. There was a strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine in the yard.
Chen Yang looked into the yard and asked, "Is there anyone there?"
A woman of about thirty years old came out of the kitchen. She was wearing an apron and her hair was tied into a ponytail. She was dressed very simply, but it was obvious that her face and figure were still very beautiful.
The woman glanced at Chen Yang and then at Lin Yueyu. Then she walked towards Lin Yueyu and said with a smile: "Is she Miss Lin Yueyu? I've seen the TV series you filmed, and it seems promising."
Lin Yueyu quickly thanked him and said, "Let's meet Director Yu Long."
The woman was stunned for a moment, then walked towards the room with a smile and said, "Then you go in. Director Yu Long must be listening to prose poems right now. It's possible that he doesn't want to see guests."
Chen Yang and Lin Yueyu entered the room. Sure enough, there was the sound of a computer speaker in the room, and a prose poem about scenery was being recited on the computer.
A man of about forty years old is lying on a recliner with swollen eyes. He is immersed in the wonderful artistic conception of prose poetry. Perhaps he is sketching some movie pictures according to the prose scenes in his mind!
Chen Yang walked over and said, "Hello, is this Mr. Yu Long?"
Yu Long sat upright suddenly, and he tried his best to open his eyes, but his eyes were bloodshot, and it was obvious that he couldn't see Chen Yang clearly.
He frowned and said, "Who are you? What's the matter? If there's nothing important, please let me finish listening to this essay and complete my daily required lessons."
Chen Yang smiled, turned off the computer, and said, "Mr. Yu, we want to talk to you about filming a movie."
"We know that you used to be a very famous director, and now you have written many books on directing, so we want to invite you to work in our company."
When Yu Long heard this, he suddenly shook his head. He pointed at his eyes and said, "How can I direct when I can't see anything with my eyes?"
"Now I just rely on my head every day, thinking about those movie scenes, plus listening to a lot of books, listening to various theories, listening to some movie explanations, and descriptions of the scenes. Then I talk on paper and write some books to make ends meet.
"
"Haha, I have no chance to become a director in this life."
Chen Yang touched Yu Long's eyes with his hand, and then he pressed hard on Yu Long's eyes with two fingers. Yu Long screamed "Ah" in pain.
He stood up suddenly, pushed Chen Yang away angrily, and said angrily: "Who are you? Did you come to beat me on purpose? How did I, Yu Long, offend you?"
At this time, the pretty woman outside came in with a bowl of dark Chinese medicinal soup. She put the medicinal soup on the table and said angrily to Chen Yang: "Sir, please
Go out, Teacher Yu won't welcome you."
Chen Yang just smiled, and he said to Yu Long: "You are not blind, I can cure you."
