Tighten my broker

On the day when Bai Yu left, there was a thin drizzle of rain in the air, like all kinds of melancholy, which darkened the blue stone road.

An Pei took the oil-paper umbrella that he had made a long time ago to find Bai Yu. Red lotus was painted on the oil-paper umbrella, which was Bai Yu's favorite style.

On the small bridge and flowing water, Baiyu was wearing a neat girls' school uniform, a blue top, a long black skirt, and her hair was loose, very beautiful. An Pei always felt that Baiyu's body smelled like an oiled paper umbrella, elegant and quiet.

Drenched in the rain, he ran up to Bai Yu, and stuffed the carefully crafted oil-paper umbrella into Bai Yu's hand, wishing her a smooth journey and success in her studies.

And Baiyu took the umbrella he gave him, opened it, saw the red lotus painted on it, and smiled at him gently, then, she handed him the umbrella she held in her hand, which also belonged to Zhu Xitang The umbrella was just something she bought with money.

Holding the umbrella given by An Pei, Bai Yu picked up her suitcase, turned around and left, the moment she turned around, her eyes were full of sadness.

She had noticed this boy named An Pei a long time ago.

Wearing a blue robe that is not too new, with slightly messy hair, there is always a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

When I was young, I often passed by her house pretending to be nonchalant, and even looked at her secretly.

She found this person very interesting, but due to the restrictions of her mother, she never got along with this person alone.

Today was the first time, and he gave her an oiled paper umbrella painted with red lotus. The red lotus was in full bloom, and she liked it very much.

Then, the two people got off the bridge separately and walked in two completely opposite directions.

The status of the two of them made them have to be separated by a natural moat, and the future of the two of them was destined to be further and further apart.

Arch bridge, drizzle, immature figure, two open paper umbrellas, like a frozen ink painting, with a bit of sad color.

Luo Yang feels that every frame of this work is extremely beautiful, but it is always filled with a touch of sadness.

It was not until the age of 22 that An Pei saw Bai Yu again.

At this time, Bai Yu became more and more beautiful, wearing an elegant white cheongsam with light lines, like a blooming white lotus, smiling as gently as before in the midst of the greetings from everyone in the Bai family, So knowledgeable and courteous.

And An Pei glanced at his black robe that was still clinging to some debris, hesitated for a moment, and stopped in place.

Father Anling passed away, so now he is guarding Zhuxi Hall by himself, guarding the paper umbrellas full of workshops...he is not qualified to step forward.

Instead of causing trouble to the other party, it's better to just watch like this, just quietly look at the girl you love.

Bai Yu also saw An Pei who was standing not far away. He was even taller than before, his hair was still messy, and the eyes he looked at her were still so cautious.

Passing by him, Bai Yu wanted to say hello, but after a few murmurs, she still didn't say anything.

She came back this time to get married...

His father's business was in decline and he urgently needed a sum of money to make up for it. An old friend of his father agreed to help, but only if the two of them got married. He had met the son of the rich family.

However, the father still agreed.

The hem of the clothes fluttered coldly, An Pei watched the girl beside him gradually walk away, sniffled, and turned back to Zhuxi Hall.

He knew that Baiyu was coming back this time to get married, and the Bai family was a big family in their area. If there was any disturbance, the people around would naturally know about it. In the past, it was estimated that he would become a widow in a few years...

He wanted to do something, but An Pei found that he couldn't do anything.

Sitting back on the small stool where his father used to make paper umbrellas, An Pei began to carefully paint a paper umbrella. This is a bright red oil-paper umbrella with golden patterns painted on it, which is used for weddings.

This autumn, Bai Yu finally left.

Fengguanxiapei was extremely beautiful. When she got off the sedan chair, the Xi Po beside her held a red umbrella for her, and the red umbrella protected the bride from the drizzle that fell all over the sky.

On that day, An Pei stood on the arch bridge where Bai Yu was separated from him, and cried all by himself.

Maybe once he had a chance.

At the age of 27, An Pei still hasn't married a wife, and the neighbors around him have arranged several meetings for him, but he didn't go each time.

In the end, the aunt next door got annoyed and pointed at his nose and scolded him. He said, "Do you want your craftsmanship to be broken in your hands!" '

Then, in March of the following year, he married a gentle woman and came in. At the same time, Bai Yu lost her husband and raised a two-year-old child alone.

His wife Lin Ying is a very virtuous woman who takes care of his daily life tirelessly every day and arranges everything in the house properly. The two of them don't talk about each other, but they respect each other as guests.

For 20 years, An Pei and Bai Yu haven't met each other.

In the past 20 years, his wife raised a son and a daughter for him, and he also earnestly taught the two children how to make an excellent oil-paper umbrella, just like his father An Ling taught him back then.

...painting, winding, threading...still the same meticulousness.

Later, his wife became seriously ill and couldn't walk anymore, so he handed over Zhuxi Hall to his son, and pushed his wife around every day, talking about the past.

He told his wife about his father, about how he learned how to make umbrellas when he was a child, and about the secret that he once liked a girl named Baiyu...

His wife smiled and said to him: When I first got married, I knew that there was someone hidden in your heart. It turned out that I was planning to leave, but although you had someone else in your heart, you treated me sincerely, so I That's why I stayed.

My wife has wrinkles on her face, and the corners of her eyes are always crooked when she smiles, but she still looks good.

Hearing what his wife said, An Pei raised his hand to cover his wife with the blanket on her lap, smiled, and said nothing.

Still later, one day when he was walking with his wife, he met a reckless young man.

He was holding a big box, and accidentally fell when he was getting off the bridge, and the contents inside were scattered all over the floor. He settled his wife aside, and then helped the young man to pick things up. Then, he saw a familiar person. object.

It was an old umbrella painted with red lotuses. Although the umbrella was very old, it could still see its original appearance.

He knows the umbrella.

Later, I found out that this young man was Bai Yu's son, and Bai Yu... died of illness when he was last year.

An Pei felt something astringent in his heart.

Seeing him like this, his wife didn't say anything, but gently held his hand.

At Baiyu's funeral, he left behind a white umbrella, which was equally delicately made, and the story ended gracefully amidst the azure waters of the south of the Yangtze River.

This is a beautiful movie. This beauty is reflected in every shot. Whether it is the exquisite clothing or the simplicity of the objects, it is full of a different kind of beauty. A touch of sadness and warmth are intertwined, which makes people unconsciously blend into it. Going into the picture is a movie worth watching quietly.

Luo Yang rubbed his sore eyes, and handed the phone back to Li Wei'an.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting for so long." Luo Yang said with a little apology.

Originally, he just wanted to read it quickly to understand the development and style of the story, but after watching it, he forgot about it.

Obviously, Li Wei'an's work has enough charm, and the charm of his work lies in the production of each frame.

Luo Yang really couldn't figure it out now, what were those people who directly rejected Li Wei'an thinking, you know, if you can match a song for such a movie, then you will be the one who will benefit in the end.

"What do you think? Do you have any thoughts about the song?" Li Wei'an didn't ask Luo Yang what he thought of his film, because he had strong confidence in his own work.

"Give me two days, we'll see you here in two days." Luo Yang stretched out two fingers and looked at Li Wei'an very seriously, he needed to record that song.

But Li Wei'an frowned when he heard Luo Yang's family, two days?What is enough time for two days?

"Are you sure that two days is enough?" I couldn't help asking, my words were full of doubts.

How could Luo Yang not be able to hear it, so he said: "Don't worry, I won't fool you casually, but after reading this work of yours, I thought of a similar idea before, and thought it was very suitable, so I It took two days to make it."

Li Wei'an nodded when he heard Luo Yang's words. Although he has no money and no one, but with a responsible attitude towards the work, he will not just use a song as the ending song of his movie of.

As for this matter, Luo Yang had another idea.

"Director Li, I have a very good method of publicity here, but I need your feature film to be used. Do you have any intentions?"

Luo Yang has a clear understanding of Li Wei'an's matter, so he also knows that Li Wei'an is completely incapable of promoting it now. In addition, although the actors in his works have good acting skills, they are all lesser-known actors. .

To put it bluntly, it has no box office appeal.

In Luo Yang's view, there are many factors for the success of a movie, but popularity is definitely the most important one. If a movie doesn't even have a little popularity before it's released, then it won't have much popularity when it's released. people to pay attention.

"What do you want to do?" Li Wei'an hesitated for a while, then looked at the person and said.

Handing over the feature film that has not yet been released is a very important event for any director, and it is even more important for him, Li Wei'an, because this film is his entire effort.

Luo Yang didn't procrastinate, and after hearing Li Wei'an's question, he said, "I'm going to cut out about 5 minutes of story clips from the feature film, make a trailer, and then add a piece of music."

Luo Yang didn't quite understand what he said, and before the finished product was made, he didn't quite understand it either.

Li Wei'an pondered, but did not speak, and Luo Yang just sat aside and waited quietly.

Although he intends to help in this matter, the final decision is still in Li Wei'an's own hands.