The topic of public welfare for all people has really risen, and it is unstoppable.

The box office has basically not dropped since the first day.

He won more than 30 million box office in the first week and the cost can be recovered.

This is an art film, not a commercial blockbuster.

The industry lamented that many directors made art films not for the box office, but for winning awards.

Some art films cannot be released in the country and are only used to participate in film festivals abroad.

This is called gilding, rich experience.

No one is missing, no exception. Su Zhao went for the award.

How can you be transcendent when you are ups and downs in the world?

Once you are transcendent, you will live in seclusion in the mountains and forests, and the world cannot tolerate you.

None of them can be missed and the second week ended, and the box office has soared to nearly 200 million.

It’s so paralyzed. Many directors are in tears. They can’t recover the stacks of costs when filming art films, which is several times more likely to be wasted on commercial blockbusters.

With hundreds of thousands of production costs, millions of promotional fees, and half a month of painting, I got nearly 200 million box office. It’s unreasonable. When will Daqin have such an art film?

Some directors or people who don’t like art films also go to the cinema to watch it.

After seeing this, I never spoke again.

The content and quality of the movie are impeccable.

Especially from the perspective of a director, is the director of this movie the first time he made an art film?

He is simply a master-level director, and he can no longer describe him as a great director.

Only by being convenient for acting can you be picky.

But that is the most real side, how can the reality of life be the same as on the screen?

Celebrities need to put on makeup first when they are on camera.

Many celebrities don’t wear makeup and fans can’t recognize them.

Those old guys from the Writers Association are really relieved this time, and Su Tong didn't get into the money.

None of them is an answer he handed over, and the old guys are very satisfied.

However, in this year, an old man from the Writers Association came to an end and could never go on.

"Xiao Song." When Mr. Zhao was dying, Principal Song brought Su Zhao to see him.

Su Tong and Mr. Zhao have never met each other before, and have never even spoken.

But Su Tong has always heard Principal Song say about this old man.

Mr. Zhao was one of the few people who initially agreed to Su Zhao join the National Writers Association.

"Little Xiaolu?" Seeing the pretty young man beside Principal Song, Old Zhao's eyes lit up.

He has been following Su Tong, so he has naturally seen Su Tong's photos or TV shows, and can recognize Su Tong.

"Old Zhao." Su Zhao took off his baseball cap with a look of awe.

Respect this old man and fear the laws of nature.

Every life that reaches its limit is worthy of respect.

Mr. Zhao still has two major regrets in his life, one of which is meeting Su Zhao.

Su Tong joined the Writers Association, but never met the elderly people in the Writers Association except Principal Song.

Therefore, Principal Song brought Su Zhao this time.

No matter how busy Su Tong is, he cannot refuse a life.

For him, this is the whole of a life, making a life full.

There is not much time left in this life.

"Okay, okay." Old Zhao's turbid eyes revealed light, and his energy came, and his words became more and more straightforward.

"Old Zhao, I know you like good articles, so I'll send you one." Su Tong said, with a relaxed expression, he tried not to let the atmosphere be sad and heavy.

Mr. Zhao was not sad and laughed. How could Su Zhao not try to follow him?

"Okay, help me up." Old Zhao asked his children and grandchildren to help him up, and he leaned on the head of the bed.

Su Tong hurried forward and helped Mr. Zhao up together.

"I'm the first time I've been grinding ink and calligraphy and painting, and I've given Mr. Zhao a poem." Su Tong helped Mr. Zhao up and went to the desk in the room.

There are brushes and ink in the room, but they are not that old. The brushes and ink are both ready-made and very modern. They do not require grinding ink. It’s just that Su Zhao is a bit literary.

Principal Song was a little surprised. She didn't know that Su Tong could write calligraphy.

The elderly cultivate their character and like to practice calligraphy. Mr. Zhao doesn’t have many other things in his room, but he only has many calligraphy and paintings.

Some are his own, some are others.

Su Tong unfolded the white paper. This kind of paper was very precious and was found by Mr. Zhao's children and grandchildren.

In general, this kind of paper will not be used to write.

Usually, Mr. Zhao’s calligraphy is just ordinary white paper, and it doesn’t cost much money.

The name of Nian Nujiao is almost the same as that of Mr. Zhao's descendants.

After all, I am a scholarly family, and I am more or less interested in dancing and writing.

There are not many people who are good at writing and writing. I don’t know Nian Nujiao.

Maybe they don’t know who Su Tong is, but they must know Nian Nujiao.

That is a genius who blocks the eternal world. It almost reaches wherever it is eternity. If future generations want to surpass it, they don’t know if there will be any transcendent poems and articles that will appear after thousands of years, or even how much society has developed. It is still unknown.

Nian Nujiao wrote the inscription, and Mr. Zhao’s descendants valued it very much.

Su Tong didn't care whether this paper was expensive or not. In fact, he didn't know it. He didn't know how different this paper was from ordinary white paper.

He only felt that the paper was not ordinary and could not see anything else.

Several people gathered at the desk, and Su Tong picked up the pen.

"In front of the snow in the capital"

Eight imposing big words appeared on the paper.

"Chou Nuer" is a brand name. Everyone is a literati and you can tell at a glance.

"Before the Flying Snow in the Capital" is the name of the word, which points out the current location and season.

"The boy doesn't know the taste of sorrow and falls in love with the upper floors."

The words in Su Tong's pen are vividly displayed on the paper.

"Fall in love with the upper class, I have to say sadness to write new words."

Seeing this, Principal Song was shocked and she felt the most deeply.

"Now I know the taste of sorrow, and I want to talk to you but stop."

"I want to say it but I'm going to stop, but I'm going to say it's so cool."

The pen fell, Su Tong closed her body.

This is the season of late autumn.

The descendants of Mr. Zhao, who were beside him, quickly took a small fan and slapped them one by one. They wanted to make the characters work faster so that Mr. Zhao could see them.

This poem expresses the voices of countless literati, and even everyone has had such experiences when they were young.

The poem written by Su Shu was originally named Chou Nuer's book, but Boshan is the name of a place. It was a place where Xin Qiji dismissed from his post and retired to Shangrao and often passed by.

Principal Song has complicated eyes. Different people will feel different when reading a poem.

She seemed to see the depression in Su Tong's heart again.

Some time ago, art films and movies have caused many topics to him, because his current identity and status are different from before, and the audience has more stringent requirements for him.

This poem refers to himself and everyone.

"Let's take a look." Mr. Zhao couldn't wait and struggled to see.

Later, people had almost done their handwriting when they saw that the handwriting was almost done. Several people quickly raised their calligraphy and paintings, walked to Mr. Zhao's bed, and erected it for him to read it.

"Before the snow in the capital, the Ugnuer

A young man does not know the taste of sorrow, but falls in love with the upper class. He insists on saying sorrow in order to write new poems.

Now I have realized the taste of sorrow and I want to say it but I want to say it but I want to say it but I want to say it but I say it's cool and autumn."

Mr. Zhao looked at it, his eyes were wet. To be continued.
Chapter completed!