From Xiangjiang Martial Arts in the 70s

Chapter 177
The completion of the old man's work is very high. The story tells the lives of ordinary citizens. The main sentence is about two bus drivers. There is a saying that fellow travelers are enemies.

The two bus masters took the same line, and the queue time was very similar, and their respective wives were both conductors on the bus.

This is not just a competition between two men, but a story between two families.

Whether it's the way to send the children to school, or the smoke from eating at home, and who else has changed new clothes or bought new furniture, these have become the grounds for the two families to compare each other.

When the big fights are over and the small fights are over, the parents don't know right from wrong, they just want to live better for others, for a sigh of relief.

It sounds ridiculous, but it's a lot of fun onscreen.

The old man admitted that his play was imitative and was inspired by a junior who had just made his mark in the industry.

Seeing the amiable look on the old man's face, Wu Changyun was speechless.

He knew that such a movie would undoubtedly be of great commercial value if it was placed in the Hong Kong market, but the old man kept silent about it.

Wu Changyun was a little ashamed in front of the old man. He did all this to achieve his own goals, not for love and accomplishment, or other things that seemed out of reach.

Wu Changyun has always paid attention to one point, the biggest difference between people does not come from mind, but from experience.

But the old man broke his idea, maybe it was because of his age.

Wu Changyun walked outside the door and smoked a cigarette to ease the doubts in his heart. Guan Zhilong came out with him. She always likes to follow behind her recently, and she sometimes abducts Wu Changyun's arm.

Guan Shan saw all these actions, and Guan Shan didn't say anything because of his character. On the one hand, he was followed by Guan's mother, and on the other hand, he really liked Wu Changyun.

This kind of love is not an intuitive love. Wu Changyun not only saved him, but also shouldered a heavy responsibility.

Wu Changyun may become a link connecting Hong Kong and the mainland, which is what Guan Shan hopes to see.

As they walked, the team beside Chen Huai'ai grew bigger and bigger, and then everyone simply came to a teahouse, and the center of the conversation changed from introducing Wu Changyun, a junior, to the family quarrel among the elders.

Of course, the company of some young people is indispensable.

One of them, Wu Changyun naturally recognized at a glance, that person was Pan Hong.

Pan Hong is a very delicate person, standing next to her teacher, wearing a white dress, because the teacher likes to smoke a pipe, or the kind of pipe with a very long stem.

Because this kind of old-fashioned pipe is not as well filtered as those cigarettes, Pan Hong will strictly monitor the teacher's daily smoking.

Pan Hong also persuaded his teacher more than once, because of this love, the teacher's health is getting worse and worse.

"It's okay, I won't live much longer, and I have nothing to let go of at the end of my life."

This is what teachers often say.

Pan Hong stopped trying to persuade his teacher every time he heard such words. Just as the teacher said, he had nothing to let go of. The art and cultivation he possessed would also die with him as he grew old. Only the teacher was proud of him. For those works, how many years can they be stored even as images?

Pan Hong didn't want to pay any attention to the stubborn attitude of the old man, so she took the bong and stood outside the door to get some air.

Wu Changyun was naturally curious and followed him. He had seen Teacher Pan Hong's works.

"Hello."

"Hello, what's the matter? How about I fold it for you."

Wu Changyun pointed to his arm, posing a very powerful gesture.

Pan Hong was amused by Wu Changyun, so she put the bong in front of Wu Changyun and said, "If you break it, I will really thank you."

Unexpectedly, Pan Hong was more cheerful than Wu Changyun imagined. Of course, part of the reason was out of curiosity, because among all the people here, only Wu Changyun and Guan Zhizhen were dressed differently.

Guan Zhijun likes to wear skirts, even the simplest skirts, and will not follow a conservative style.

Wu Changyun's clothes are more trendy. He doesn't like to have various prints or embroidery on his clothes. His clothes are made of the simplest materials, and then he uses colors and styles to match the desired feeling.

Even if they could be groomed, they were clearly from the same place.

"I heard that the teachers are talking about a young man from Hong Kong. It's you."

Pan Hong shivered a little, because she didn't like to flatter people, and she didn't like to classify people into different classes, so she didn't shy away from such topics.

"Yes, I am not talented."

"Why are you talking so funny."

The atmosphere between Pan Hong and Wu Changyun was just right, but Wu Changyun was dragged into the house. Unexpectedly, it was Guan Zhiliu. She was really arguing with herself in front of so many people, especially her father was also present.

This is not in Hong Kong, otherwise Guan Shan would have been violent to this ignorant daughter, but Guan Zhiliu is not a cheap lamp, and the father and daughter would probably break up because of this.

"What are you doing?"

Wu Changyun was already mentally prepared. If Guan Zhiyun dared to play petty temper with him, he would definitely let the other party lose face.

Guan Zhijun was not like this. She seemed to be in a good mood. She was very happy to talk to Wu Changyun about the various praises given to him, and she also began to praise Wu Changyun for his excellent work.

"Uh, thank you."

Wu Changyun misunderstood the other party a little bit, thinking that he was deliberately tearing down his platform.

Wu Changyun glanced back, and Pan Hong greeted him from a distance at the door.

"When shall we go back?" Guan Zhiliu asked suddenly.

Good guy, Wu Changyun frowned as to which pot was not opened and which pot to lift.

"What's the matter? You don't want to go back, do you?"

"drink!"

Luckily, Wu Chang took a breath and didn't have time to pay attention to Guan Zhiliu, leaving her alone outside the circle surrounded by the famous masters, while he ran to the door to continue the conversation with Pan Hong just now.

Guan Zhijun stamped his feet angrily from behind, while Wu Changyun continued to joke with Pan Hong.

In fact, anyone with a discerning eye can see that the relationship between these young people is unusual, but it is too common nowadays. After all, those who make movies have many common topics.

For Wu Changyun, everyone agrees that they hope to accept such an excellent filmmaker as Wu Changyun, but the style of his works still needs to be considered.

Chen Huai'ai took a deep breath, this was pretty much what he expected.

Chen Huaiai originally thought that these old seniors set up the stage and let Wu Changyun try to make a movie, but now it seems that it is quite difficult.

(End of this chapter)