Chapter 6: .Art work

Chapter Six
A deep laughter sounded overhead.
The darkness only lasted for a few seconds, and Zhuang Yan quickly released his hand and sat aside casually.
The scene has been changed on the big screen.
The shot just now didn't have any restrictive images at all, but the hero and the heroine were making out in bed, and the clothes changed before they took off the camera.
But Zhuang Yan just wanted to tease him.
Xie Ning gripped the pillow tightly and muttered, "I'm an adult."
"Really?" Zhuang Yan raised an eyebrow. "It doesn't look like it."
Xie Ning saw a flash of smile in his eyes, and it suddenly occurred that the man was teasing him again.
He pursed his lips, stopped speaking, and moved his body to the right side of the sofa, as if he wanted to stay away from him.
Zhuang Yan laughed again and stopped seeing Xie Ning's glaring eyes.
How could he be so cute.
Xie Ning stared at him with round eyes for a while, then turned to continue to watch the movie.
Zhuang Yan was satisfied with amusement, and then he didn't mess up any more until the movie was over and he sat calmly.
The screen turned black and when he slid out of the staff watch, Zhuang Yan asked him: "Does it look good?"
Xie Ning considered the sentence: "It's a pretty good movie." After a pause, he added, "If you didn't say it, I wouldn't have thought of being the same director as "Monologue"."
"What?" Zhuang Yan raised his eyebrows, "don't look like it?"
Xie Ning nodded: "A totally different style."
The plot of "No Love Letter" is ups and downs and fascinating, leaving the audience with a question until the end of the story.
Is Fancy a real person, or is it just a fantasy in the heart of the heroine.
"In this movie, the director seems to be downplaying his own style and getting closer to the popular taste." Xie Ning said.
Zhuang Yan is noncommittal: "This is the only way for most directors. The movie will eventually bow to the public."
Xie Ning looked at his face: "The public may not be the best."
Zhuang Yan raised his eyebrows: "Whether a movie is good or bad, most people only look at two things: box office and word of mouth, both of which are very popular."
At the box office, the audience bought it. Word of mouth, the audience commented.
It’s said that commercial films look at the box office, and literary films look at word-of-mouth. The same is a literary film. Compared with "Monologue", the word-of-mouth and evaluation of "Check No Such Person's Love Letter" is much higher.
Zhuang Yan continued: "It is true that maybe you and I like Monologue better, but we are in the minority after all. As a director, you can only ask for two things, money or fame. As long as you have a clear mind, you will understand that you should go. What kind of path."
If it was normal, Xie Ning would laugh at what he said.
But today, for some reason, he suddenly became irritable.
Maybe that kind of determined words were too sharp, piercing his skin like a needle.
He said: "Maybe others are like this, but Zhuang Yan is not."
Zhuang Yan heard a definite smell in his calm words.
He chuckled, and extended his tone: "Oh?"
Xie Ning said: "If he is, then he can't make "Monologue." Maybe I don't know movies as much as you, but I know art better than you."
Zhuang Yan looked at him: "You said him, is his movie an art?"
"Yes." Xie Ning nodded, "His film is not expressing to the public, he is expressing to himself. Maybe he has bowed his head and made a movie of popular taste like "The Love Letter of No Such Man", but he is low. After that, I feel..."
Xie Ning paused for two seconds and said his thoughts: "I feel that the public's aesthetic is too stupid, so I continue to look up and make his own movies."
Zhuang Yan stopped talking again.
He stared at Xie Ning steadily, and kept silent for a long time.
After half a day, Zhuang Yan chuckled lightly: "You are very interesting."
Xie Ning: "If you don't like it, you can treat it like I haven't said anything."
"No." The big screen became dark because no one was operating it for a long time, and the entire projection room was plunged into darkness. In the darkness, Zhuang Yanchang rubbed his hair with his hands.
"I like it very much."
Zhuang Yan got up and took out the disc. Following his movements, the projection room lit up with a faint light.
As if thinking of something, he turned his head and asked, "Do you know Zhuang Yan?"
Xie Ning was stunned, and really wanted to say that he had actually heard Zhuang Yan's name from Xu Qing a long time ago, but this kind of unilateral understanding should not be counted.
He shook his head: "I don't know."
Zhuang Yan raised his eyebrows: "What you said just now seems to know him very well."
Xie Ning smiled. He said, "Mr. Blue Whale, we learn art, and we rely on works for communication. We don't have to know each other, but we can talk to each other."
Zhuang Yan laughed out loud: "Hahahahahahaha, Mr. Rabbit, you are so funny."
What is he laughing at?
Is it so funny?
Xie Ning pursed his lips.
"What to see next?"
Zhuang Yanyan pulled him up from the sofa: "Go to dinner first, the artist, don't even check what time it is."
Xie Ning then glanced at the time with afterthought, and it really was past the meal.
Aunt Chen has already prepared dinner and is waiting for them to serve.
Xie Ning followed Zhuang Yan step by step, and as soon as he stepped into the restaurant, he smelled a tempting fragrance.
I don't know if he is too hungry, or Aunt Chen is really fragrant.
Aunt Chen placed the dishes and said, "You are coming out, the dishes will be cold after a while."
Xie Ning smiled embarrassedly, Zhuang Yan took a seat calmly, and asked Aunt Chen to sit down and eat.
"There are guests today..." Aunt Chen hesitated, her expression a little disturbed.
Xie Ning hurriedly said, "It's okay, eat together and lively."
Aunt Chen said that Zhuang Yan had a good taste, but Xie Ning didn't care about it. It was not until he sat at the dining table that he finally understood what it meant.
Aunt Chen made this big table with delicious flavors and flavors. Xie Ning tasted two bites and felt that even if she went out to open a restaurant, she was more than poked.
But when it came to Zhuang Yan’s mouth, there were problems everywhere--
"This bowl of stone pot fish has been cooked for too long and the meat is not tender enough."
Xie Ning swallowed the fish in his mouth. He was about to praise the fish as tender and juicy.
"The greens are too old and not fresh enough. Next time I buy them at a vegetable market."
Xie Ning picked up a piece of greens, it was very crispy.
"The dried bamboo shoots are cut so big that it is not easy to bite, and the heat is not enough, and it is not tasty."
Fragrant and crispy, this is not enough to taste, what is delicious?
Xie Ning: "..."
Finally, Zhuang Yan picked up a piece of minced eggplant, chewed it twice, and said flatly in Aunt Chen's panicked eyes: "There is too much salt, too salty."
This person is really hard to serve.
Xie Ning took a bite of the eggplant. He didn't taste anything salty or not.
Aunt Chen's face is even more panic: "Sir, I..."
Zhuang Yan interrupted her: "The standard of the dishes you cooked today is too bad, not what you should be."
"I won't do it next time." Aunt Chen stood up, Xie Ning looked at her pale face, feeling a little compassionate.
Zhuang Yan asked her: "Let's talk, what happened? You have been absent-minded today."
Aunt Chen said: "Sir, I, I want to take a few days off."
Zhuang Yan frowned: "What's at home?"
Aunt Chen nodded: "My grandson was playful and fell down the stairs. He is still living in the hospital."
Zhuang Yan: "Is it okay?"
Aunt Chen hurriedly said, "It's nothing serious, except for a broken leg. His parents are busy at work. He is a child and he is hospitalized alone. I really don't worry. I want to go to the hospital to take care of him."
"Sit down first and say while eating." Zhuang Yan said, Aunt Chen's expression improved a lot, "How many days are you going to go?"
Aunt Chen said: "I will come back every few days to clean, but I may not be able to make dinner."
Zhuang Yan replied.
Aunt Chen glanced at him in panic, wondering if he agreed.
Zhuang Yan didn't say anything. When he finished eating, he put his chopsticks aside and walked upstairs.
Aunt Chen: "Sir, sir will not be angry, right?"
Xie Ning comforted her: "Should not, he is not such an unreasonable person."
He said so, he had no bottom in his heart.
This Mr. Blue Whale has a weird temper.
"You're right." Aunt Chen nodded, "Mister is just a bit more blunt, he is still very nice."
Xie Ning was silent for a few seconds, and said in his heart: The personality is not very good.
Zhuang Yan came down after a while, holding a bank card in his hand and handing it to Aunt Chen: "There are tens of thousands of dollars in it, you take it first."
Aunt Chen paled, thinking that Zhuang Yan was going to settle his salary: "Sir!"
Zhuang Yan waved his hand: "Don't worry about it. Your grandson doesn't know how much it will cost to see a doctor. You take the money first, as the year-end bonus."
Aunt Chen said: "Well, I'm so embarrassed to accept it."
Zhuang Yan frowned: "If you ask you to accept it, you will accept it."
As soon as he scowled, his aura became particularly strong. As expected, Aunt Chen didn't dare to refuse any more and hurriedly thanked him.
When returning to the screening room, Xie Ning said, "I didn't expect you to be pretty good."
Zhuang Yan glanced at him: "Aunt Chen has been in my house for more than ten years. People can trust her and she has good craftsmanship. After changing her, I can't find anything more satisfactory."
He would be boasting that his craftsmanship is good, as if the critics at the table just now were not him.
This time he led Xie Ning to a shelf and said, "I don't know which ones you have seen and which ones haven't, so pick it yourself."
Xie Ning looked at the full discs and was surprised: "So many?"
Zhuang Yan: "I said, I have all the works of Zhuang Yan."
Xie Ning said with emotion: "I didn't expect you to be a fan."
Zhuang Yan: "...There are so many words, hurry up and pick them."
Xie Ning ran his fingers across the discs, and finally drew out one and said the name on it: ""Change of Heart"?"
He wondered: "Have Zhuang Yan ever made this movie? Why don't I have any impression?"
Zhuang Yan heard the name and glanced sideways: "This is a very early work, and it hasn't been screened abroad. It has only been circulated in a small area."
"Do you have such a niche work?"
Zhuang Yan said indifferently: "I even have his college graduation design."
Xie Ning: "...you count on your supernatural powers."
Zhuang Yan asked specifically, "Are you sure you want to see this one?"
Xie Ning nodded: "Just this one."
Zhuang Yan didn't talk nonsense and put the CD directly into the projector.
Soon, Shainin knew why this film was so niche.
This is a movie.
Gay movies were popular a few years ago. Later, same-sex marriage was officially legal, and the controversy over homosexuality reached its climax. Many directors have dabbled in this subject.
Unexpectedly, Zhuang Yan also photographed.
Most of Zhuang Yan's films are shot abroad, and the main actors are mostly foreigners. This "Change of Heart" is set in China, and the two leading actors are also Chinese.
The story begins before same-sex marriage is legal, and ends after same-sex marriage is legal.
It is about an era.
Xie Ning was even more embarrassed.
Forget the romance movie, two big men watch movies together...
Xie Ning knew from an early age that he was a homosexual, and only reacted to male bodies.
The scale of movies is larger than that of general romance movies, and scenes are essential, just like the world's understanding of love between men.
Love and □□ are always inextricably linked.
It was not the bed scene that made Shaining fidgeting, but the man sitting next to him.
This time Xie Ning had a foresight and sat down with Zhuang Yan at a distance. Even so, he could feel the strong aura around him.
Xie Ning has personally experienced the aura of his approaching, forcing people's heartbeat to speed up and their hands and feet to become weak.
The point is that this person likes to molest him!
Xie Ning was afraid that he would do something strange later.
He can't stand it.
The plot develops to the stage of scenes, and the music becomes lingering.
Xie Ning took a deep breath, determined to take the initiative, and turned to look at Zhuang Yan.
Zhuang Yan was taken aback by him, then raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Isn't he an adult? Why don't you dare to watch it, shy?"
Xie Ning withdrew his gaze silently.
"Yes, is there water?" he asked.
When Zhuang Yan looked over, Xie Ning had already lowered his head, and the fading light hit his profile.
Somehow, Zhuang Yan also got dry and dry. He licked his lips and stood up: "Wait, I will pour you water."
Xie Ning took a sigh of relief and watched the movie seriously.
"Changing Heart" is a very old-fashioned story about the struggle between a couple and their family, school, and secular world. Until the same-sex marriage was officially legal, they finally showed up in the sun hand in hand.
However, this is not the happy ending of the story. When the world gradually accepts same-sex marriage and homosexuality is no longer a taboo, there is no external oppression between lovers, and the internal contradictions are increasing.
The days of firewood, rice, oil and salt gradually wiped out the love, and eventually they changed their hearts and went their separate ways and parted ways in the quarrel and the cold war.
Zhuang Yan's early works were not very mature, and the narrative, shooting technique and lens transition were not smooth and natural enough.
The feeling of depression is still lingering.
As a homosexual, Xie Ning felt a bit of sorrow with empathy, and felt like a stone was crushed in his heart.
Zhuang Yan's early works have always been regarded as his own dark history, and it is easy not to be seen.
At this time, he saw Xie Ning's expression not right, and couldn't help asking: "What's the matter? Doesn't look good?"
Xie Ning shook her head, and she recovered, her eyes still a bit misty.
He clasped his wrist uncomfortably and rubbed it twice, and asked, "Can you give me this film?"
After speaking, he himself was taken aback: "Although it is a bit presumptuous, but... I really like it."
"I can see it." Zhuang Yan raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why?"
Xie Ning pursed her lips, feeling confused for a moment.
He knew that such a request was a bit abrupt, but he really...
Zhuang Yan asked again: "Are you gay?"
Xie Ning looked back at him abruptly.
After a while, he nodded: "Yes, I am."
Zhuang Yan looked at his eyes darker.
Xie Ning lowered his head, avoiding his gaze: "Sorry, I was too much of this request."
Just when he was depressed, Zhuang Yan had already walked to the projector to take out the disc, and then returned to Xie Ning: "reach out."
Xie Ning: "?"
Zhuang Yan put the disc in his hand and chuckled, "I can give it to you. But, I can't take it for nothing, right?"
Xie Ning: "May I help you draw another picture?"
Zhuang Yan shook his head: "What do I want you to paint so much for?"
Xie Ning opened his eyes wide and looked at him: "That..."
Zhuang Yan asked: "How about promise me a request?"
Xie Ning looked at his gaze and nodded subconsciously.
Zhuang Yan laughed aloud: "I didn't say anything, so you responded. Are you afraid of being sold by me?"
Xie Ning took a sip and said, "Human trafficking is illegal."
Zhuang Yan was choked.
He looked at Xie Ning's ruddy face, his breathing deepened, and he felt a little teasing in his heart.
The next second, his hand squeezed Xie Ning's face and squeezed: "It feels good."
Xie Ning's face flushed even more: "You..."
"Mr. Rabbit," Zhuang Yan looked at him with a faint smile, "whatever request I want?"
Being watched this way, the feeling of pressure that made people's legs soft came again.
Xie Ning couldn't help thinking, isn't it just a CD! If it's a big deal, don't let it go, what can he ask for too much!
Zhuang Yan looked at his red eartips, his mood was very good, and finally stopped teasing him.
"Then I will mention it, can I go to your house for a meal in the past two days?"