Chapter 345 Iron Man is a literary youth

Chapter 345 Iron Man is a literary youth

Zhou Weijun is a writer, screenwriter, and director of literary films.

Even Chen Ling was shocked to hear that he had so many identities, let alone other people.

When he corresponded with this old man, he only thought he was a food writer.

At first he published articles about eating.

Chen Ling must have been quite interested in discussing food, and he sent several letters in a row.

But I didn’t expect Zhou Weijun to have so many identities.

“Haha, it’s better to meet you than to be famous. If I hadn’t come here specially to meet you, I wouldn’t have known that Brother Chen, you are so young and you are so famous in the local area.”

Zhou Weijun is a fashionably dressed middle-aged man with a black leather jacket, a sparse beard, neatly combed hair, and a pair of deep eyes. His appearance is like a domestic copy of the Iron Man actor, but his temperament is more gentle.

This special appearance made Chen Ling remember it deeply after just one glance.

"What a name, it's just a few gossips that others like to say about me."

Chen Ling shook his head and poured him a cup of tea.

Wang Susu and the others didn't know what to say to him. After simply saying hello, they stopped for a while and then went to the farm.

Let Chen Ling talk to Zhou Weijun at home first.

“It’s no idle talk. Brother Chen is really young and promising, and it’s amazing to be able to make a career in this mountain valley.”

Zhou Weijun also asked the villagers about Chen Ling's many things before he came home, and was quite surprised after hearing it.

Then he also asked Chen Ling why he didn't go out to explore.

Chen Ling has been asked this question by many people. How he said it before is still how he answers it now.

“Brother Zhou’s sudden visit caught me off guard. If I had known you were coming, we would have had to cook a few more dishes today for you, a great director, to taste them.”

"Haha, you kid, you don't know me yet, so I just want to catch you off guard. You are very clear in your letter. I have to check it myself to see if it is true..."

The two had corresponded for a long time and had been close friends for a long time. They quickly became familiar with each other after meeting. Zhou Weijun did not see Chen Ling outside, as if they were old friends for many years, and they spoke without any restraint.

Chen Ling knew he was joking, but thinking that this old man came all the way and forgot to ask him if he had eaten, he immediately slapped his forehead: "Oh, what a coincidence, we just finished lunch. "Have you eaten? If not, I will cook some for you."

"No, no, I ate. On the way here, I bought the local beef that you highly recommended. It tastes quite good."

Zhou Weijun pressed him on the chair, asked him to sit down, and said: "I'm not here just to have some food with you. I'm here with a mission. I want to make a movie." , I need to find a suitable place to take pictures, and I thought of you as soon as I went out. The photos you sent me last year, with beautiful mountains and rivers, and intoxicating scenery, left a deep impression on me.

It was just in time for the New Year. I’ll go out for a trip and meet our friends.”

Upon hearing this, Chen Ling repeatedly said yes.

Later, I brought out persimmon cakes and the like to entertain him.

This thing is worthless to the people in the mountains, and it is not easy to sell even in the market.

But people who have lived in cities for a long time like to eat this food.

Among the local products Chen Ling mailed to his pen pals years ago, persimmons were the most popular.

There is no such thing as a gourmet yet, but Zhou Weijun can publish several articles about eating in his spare time, so it is not an exaggeration to call him a gourmet.

He ate three persimmons in one breath, and then exhaled happily: "The same persimmons are eaten at your house. I don't know why, but they feel different when eaten at my house."

"Ha, this must be because it's fresh. I sent it to you all the way. How can it taste the same as eating it here?"

Chen Ling gave him a refill of hot water. Tea: "Eat two less persimmons. If you eat too much of this stuff, your stomach won't be able to bear it. I'll ask you to take more with you when you leave. Just make sure you have enough."

How can this "Iron Man" pen pal be the first? The first time I came here I had a stomachache.

"Okay, then I won't eat it."

Zhou Weijun touched his belly, and suddenly his eyes paused on Chen Ling's clothes: "Brother, your leather jacket is quite special."

"Of course it's special, deerskin."

"Oh, deerskin."

Zhou Weijun stretched out his hand and touched it, "I heard from the villagers in your village that you hunt and do Business, proficient in everything, did you hunt the deer yourself?”

"I must have hunted it myself. There are sika deer, grass deer, and muntjac. This is a leather jacket made of muntjac leather."

"Huh? I have only heard of sika deer, muntjac and muntjac. What is a grass deer? I really have never heard of it.” It's like the roe deer in the Northeast, but not as stupid as the roe deer, and much more refined than the roe deer.

Their meat has its own taste, especially the deer lips, which are among the eight delicacies of the wild, tsk tsk, so delicious. "Very good."

Zhou Weijun's eyes lit up when he heard this, "Is there any venison from these deer left at home?"

"It's gone a long time ago. It was all eaten a year ago."

Chen Ling's words made Zhou Weijun feel very regretful. He beat his feet and chest for a while, and the expression on his face looked more like Iron Man.

......

The spring breeze brings warmth, and in the green wheat fields, villagers in twos and threes are watering the wheat fields.

There was little rain in early spring this year, and it has not rained at all so far.

The crops cannot withstand drought, but the grass is very luxuriant. All kinds of grass grow on the edge of the village, on both sides of the road, and on the slopes.

Walking on the path outside the village, the wind is filled with the refreshing and tender fragrance of green grass.

Chen Ling led Zhou Weijun to the farm slowly. The villagers were no longer surprised that strangers often came to Chen Ling's house, and greeted him as usual.

Zhou Weijun, however, opened his arms and squinted his eyes a little intoxicated. The willow wind was not cold on his face, and the soft spring breeze blew on his face. He looked at the countryside and saw the aroma of green grass on the tip of his nose. The sound of gurgling water irrigating farmland could be heard in his ears. When his body and mind were comfortable, he just felt like he had been lazy for a winter, as if the rusty bones of his body were rejuvenated. As a screenwriter.

As a director of literary and artistic films, although he is not very famous or well-known to the public now, it is obvious that Zhou Weijun was also a literary young man in the past.

But now I am middle-aged and artistic.

Liang Yuemin is a typical example of Wenqing's illness.

Now there is just one more.

Chen Ling doesn't mind either.

When they arrived at the farm, Zhou Weijun was shocked because Chen Ling had never taken any photos of the farm for Zhou Weijun.

He repeatedly claimed that this place fit his aesthetic perfectly.

Some words are exactly the same as what Liang Yuemin said last spring.

Perhaps this is a common problem among young people.

But the difference between him and Liang Yuemin is that when Chen Ling took him to visit the hunting equipment room, he was not too interested. Instead, he saw the bacon, fish and other cured meats hanging in Chen Ling's house, as well as the food stored in the warehouse. After drinking a lot of wine in the tank, I suddenly became very excited.

I asked Chen Ling to talk about where the bacon and wine are, and what their characteristics are.

Han Chuang and Jiang Xiaoqing were stunned for a moment, not knowing that some bacon and wine could have so much knowledge.

It seems that this Iron Man is a combination of a young man and a drunkard.

......

There were guests at Chen Ling's house, and Han Chuang and Jiang Xiaoqing wanted to go back early.

Unexpectedly, Chen Ling refused to let him go and asked Han Chuang to stay one night to help him accompany his guests.

The two of them thought that there would be nothing wrong with them going back anyway, so they could just stay.

In the evening there was a sumptuous meal of farm food, cooked by Chen Ling and Han Chuang. Zhou Weijun also wanted to join in the fun, but Chen Ling refused and just asked Zhou Weijun to help them.

At the wine table in the evening, the taste of the food went beyond Zhou Weijun’s understanding of farm food.

Zhou Weijun's drinking capacity also shocked Chen Ling and the two of them. The wine tank was filled with wine. This was it.

While changing glasses, everyone started chatting. As the host, Han Chuang naturally also toasted and chatted.

Han Chuang has been running around a lot with Chen Ling recently. He is drunk and can't control his mouth, so he instinctively pulls in that direction.

Only then did Zhou Weijun realize how enjoyable Chen Ling's daily life at home was.

No wonder the villagers’ tone was full of envy and jealousy when they talked about Chen Ling.

It turns out that I earned money by walking my dog ​​and hunting all day long.

It's so easy to earn.

If it were him, he would be jealous too.

Who doesn’t want to live a relaxed and leisurely life, with no worries about food and clothing?

Unfortunately, everyone has their own expertise.

He doesn't have Chen Ling's abilities, he doesn't have such a powerful dog, and he doesn't have wine that can be sold at sky-high prices. He can only be envious.

"It's amazing. It's easier for you to make money than those stars in Xiangjiang, and you don't have to work so hard."

Zhou Weijun toasted Chen Ling with a glass of wine, and turned his attention to the two dogs again: "I didn't expect your family The dogs are so powerful, they can also fight wolves and leopards. Not to mention, just based on the stories Brother Han told me, I could write a TV series script

Defend the village and fight the wolves. The wild boar, after hunting the wild boar and the leopard, had a love-hate relationship with the wolf and gave birth to offspring. Then, like the story of The Call of the Wild, it injected new blood into the wolf pack and gave birth to a new and powerful wolf pack... …”

“Huh?”

At the end of the sentence, he himself was stunned, and he actually felt that the story was really good.

But with a brain that has been accustomed to literary films, Zhou Weijun felt that although this story was good and interesting to tell, it was not sensational enough.

If you want to sensationalize, you have to get people involved. People are the audience. Only when the audience empathizes can the film have depth.

Then it needs to be changed again, into a story about a loyal dog protecting its owner, with a tragic ending.

As for the tragic cause, Zhou Weijun’s eyes fell on those little dogs. The first generation of wolfdogs whose wolfish nature has not disappeared is a factor of instability. Adding this in and slightly changing it will make a good story and a good script. .

"Brother Zhou, why are you so stunned? Isn't it huge? Come and have a drink."

Chen Ling patted him on the shoulder, not knowing that he had already thought up a story line for a TV series in a short period of time.

After having another drink, he continued what he just said: "What kind of TV series are you filming? You are a great director of artistic films."

"What? Art films win awards. "If you want to make money, don't do that. I've been working hard to change genres in the past two years."

Zhou Weijun shook his head, knowing his own problem. It's a pity that he has been influenced by literary films for a long time, and his creative ideas have been stereotyped. , it’s a bit difficult to switch over in a short time.

Then I asked my friend to join the new crew and be responsible for shooting scenes in various places. At the same time, I also wrote articles, recorded food, and refreshed my mind.

How could Chen Ling and Han Chuang understand this? Even Chen Ling seemed to understand. Things in that circle didn't sound new, just the same, meaningless, and he didn't pay much attention to them.

Zhou Weijun also knows that you shouldn’t talk too much about things in the industry at the wine table. People won’t understand, and talking too much can easily lead to a cold reception.

I asked about hunting and heard that they sometimes rode motorcycles to hunt dogs at night. I immediately became interested and asked if we could do it tonight and wanted to see how they did it.

"Okay, little hunter, this is not easy. Let's go after Chuangzi wakes up a little."

Chen Ling glanced at Han Chuang, whose face was red, and Han Chuang said The intruder was tall and strong, and he originally had a good drinking capacity. However, it turned out that Lao Zhou was really like Iron Man, with an iron stomach. When he drank, his capacity for drinking was frightening. He was really good at drinking.

He said it was a literary illness, but he had never seen such an embarrassing illness.

(End of this chapter)