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Chapter 995 Everyone is Schizophrenic (asking for monthly ticket)

Yu Hua is indeed a wonderful person.

He is much more interesting than Mo Yan and is a natural comedian.

Hao Yun was polite to Mo Yan, but he neither liked Mo Yan's writing nor Mo Yan as a person.

For him, Mo Yan is a "container" that can provide attributes.

Chatting with Yu Hua can be refreshing.

He said that his dream when he was young was to find a job where he would never be woken up by an alarm clock, and later he discovered that the job of a writer was just like that.

"Your job is quite free and you're your own boss. What time do you get up every morning?" Yu Hua asked Hao Yun curiously.

"Normally it's six o'clock. If I can't sleep, it's four or five o'clock..." Before Yu Hua could ask him, Hao Yun continued, "I go to bed around twelve o'clock. But my wife is pregnant recently, so I have to sleep with her, so I might go to bed earlier."

"Why did you get up so early? You are so unpredictable. You are simply the king of unpredictability." Yu Hua was amazed.

No wonder Hao Yun has achieved what he has today.

In fact, these so-called famous writers are not as good as they seem in front of Hao Yun.

This is not a problem with the track.

Hao Yun had already entered their track.

If Hao Yun was not a celebrity, he would have been honored with all kinds of honors by now just based on the novels he wrote.

Nowadays, most of the so-called intellectuals, apart from complaining about "star writer" with a bit of contempt, are actually envious and jealous of Hao Yun in their hearts.

Number one on the list of richest writers.

Hundreds of millions in royalty income is something the entire industry dares not even think about.

"Don't you have to work hard to buy a yacht and get married?" Hao Yun also said humorously.

"You work more than ten hours a day, which means you have more time than Tiesheng." Yu Hua doesn't mind teasing his friend at all.

Mo Yan coughed beside him, but it was of no use at all.

"If you think about it that way, it makes sense."

Shi Tiesheng lost the ability to walk and his range of activities was greatly reduced, which indeed meant a lot more time.

"Are you interested in filming my "Xu Sanguan"? " Yu Hua suddenly asked.

"That's not easy to pass the review. How can I do something that even Uncle Jiang can't do?" Hao Yun said helplessly.

He has read Yu Hua's works and knows the importance of these works.

"To Live" can be regarded as a great movie, and "Xu Sanguan" would not necessarily be a bad movie if it was well made.

"You can consider going to Bangbang or Siam to shoot, Taiwan is actually also OK." Yu Hua is not speaking without purpose, he has considered this issue seriously. It is not difficult for Hao Yun to shoot a film abroad.

"I'll think about it. It's not that I'm not interested in the work, but I'm not sure if I can handle this subject matter."

If Hao Yun really wants to shoot a movie, it must be comparable to "To Live".

Zhang Yimou has many movies. If we rank and score Zhang Yimou's movies from Hao Yun's perspective, "To Live" will definitely be ranked first.

“Okay, okay, as long as someone takes the photo.” Yu Hua was very happy.

As happy as a fool weighing over 100 pounds.

"Teacher Yu Hua, um, why..." Hao Yun thought for a moment and asked, "Why are your writings so painful, but you are so happy (逗) and funny (比) in real life? Don't you feel a sense of disconnection? It's like you are two completely different people when you write and when you live."

It's like schizophrenia, and a complete split.

"Uh..." Yu Hua was stunned for a moment, probably doubting himself, but soon he finished his self-strategy and asked back: "You can write a script like Lost on Journey, and you can also write a script like Hello! Mr. Tree, and the style of Your Name is even more far-fetched. You still say you are not crazy?"

"It turns out that Mr. Yu Hua is a fan of mine." Hao Yun changed the subject.

"I actually like acting. When I was little, I especially liked pretending to be sick. I acted quite convincingly. My dad is a doctor, but he didn't realize I was pretending." Yu Hua became interested.

"Then what?" Hao Yun asked curiously.

He had done this kind of thing before, but Hao's mother was a smart person and she quickly discovered Hao Yun's trick and gave him a beating.

"He's a doctor, so I couldn't pretend to have a fever or he would find out immediately. So I pretended to have a stomachache. No matter where he pressed on my stomach, I said it hurt." Yu Hua said proudly.

"If that's the case, then you are smarter than me." Hao Yun said while driving.

"Then..." Yu Hua said slowly, "I was tied to the operating table. It was useless to say that I didn't feel any pain or that I was fine."

“……”Everyone in the car was silent.

Then they talked about sleeping in the morgue. Yu Hua said it was very cool, just like Heine's poem said, death is a cool night.

Hao Yun said that there was no morgue nearby where he lived in the countryside.

He looked quite regretful.

In fact, the original translation of Heine's "The Return" is "Death is a cold night". The subtle difference in the wording of "cool" and "cold" reveals completely opposite views on life and death.

Yu Hua is sad when he should be sad, and happy when he should be happy. This kind of psychological quality of separating the wet and the dry is truly enviable.

Even Hao Yun couldn't switch as freely as he did.

Mo Yan felt a little uncomfortable. He met Hao Yun first and thought they had a very pleasant conversation, but he didn't expect that Hao Yun and Yu Hua could chat even more happily.

Is it because my brain waves can't keep up? I feel isolated...

The car finally arrived at the place, and everyone got out. Yu Hua went to knock on the door holding two fish.

"Tie Sheng, this is the fish I caught for you!"

"Why are you fishing for normal-sized fish? You must have just bought them at the market this morning." Shi Tiesheng's tone carried a hint of sarcasm, which made Hao Yun think of Shi Xiaoqiang.

Another person with the surname Shi. He probably had a natural affinity with people with the surname Shi.

"How could this be bought? Ask it itself..." Yu Hua almost threw the fish into Shi Tiesheng's face.

"Who is this?" Shi Tiesheng didn't want to look at Yu Hua. He tilted his head and saw Mo Yan, then Jiang Wen, and Hao Yun who was carrying a bunch of things.

"Lao Mo, Jiang Wen, you know them. This is Da Qun, and also Hao Yun, an atypical schizophrenic patient." Yu Hua introduced them and made a joke when introducing Hao Yun.

The fact that he could introduce him like this in front of his friends shows that he really had a good conversation with Hao Yun.

This word has been almost overused around Hao Yun.

Anyway, anyone can have a pleasant chat with him.

Hao Yun and Shi Tiesheng shook hands, and as expected, they both got a lot of attributes from each other.

In return, Hao Yun sent over a piece of physical strength attribute.

At the age of 23, Shi Tiesheng's legs were completely paralyzed. At the age of 37, he suffered from uremia due to years of bending his body and being unable to stand upright.

From then on, dialysis became his "routine".

Just the day before he was to receive his friends, he suffered the pain of acupuncture.

After more than 1000 acupuncture treatments, Shi Tiesheng's arteries and veins had become worm-shaped. The little bit of physical strength Hao Yun gave him couldn't help him much, at most it just made him feel more comfortable.

He regarded this as a joyful visit from his friends and didn't take it seriously at all.

"Teacher Yu Hua, give me the fish you caught, I will take care of it..."

There was no visit before the wedding, so there was no invitation. It is difficult to say whether this is right or wrong.

Because different people have different attitudes towards this matter.

For example, a college classmate you haven't contacted for many years suddenly asks you if you are there one day, and then when you are reminiscing about your youthful years, he sends you an invitation and also tells you implicitly that XX gave a gift of 1888, asking you not to give so much.

I just want to ask you whether you are willing to pay the gift money of a thousand dollars.

You will definitely not get your money back if you eat it, not to mention that you may not have the time to eat it.

"How can I let you do that..." Shi Tiesheng's wife Chen Ximi hurriedly stopped Hao Yun.

After all, they are guests.

There was another person, probably Shi Tiesheng's sister, who was also helping in the kitchen.

"Don't be polite with me. I'm just apologizing to Mr. Yu Hua for not inviting him for a drink when I got married..."

Hao Yun picked up the fish with a smile and started to process it.

Shi Tiesheng's family was not poor, and his parents were both intellectuals with formal jobs.

He could make a living by writing.

As far as Hao Yun knows, Shi Tiesheng's 96 short story "Notes on the Old House" won the Zhejiang "Donghai" literary monthly " Donghai Literature Grand Prize" gold medal with a prize of yuan.

In that era, it was a huge sum of money.

Yu Hua's short story "My Story", Chen Jun's novella "Yu Feng" and Su Tong's short story "Shelved Car" won second-class silver awards, each worth 30,000 yuan.

Of course, they can't compare with Hao Yun now.

Hao Yun ranks first on the list of richest writers, with annual royalties of more than 100 million yuan, while Zheng Yuanjie, who ranks second, probably only has 20 million yuan.

However, Shi Tiesheng has always been ill, especially in recent years, and has to take medication and undergo dialysis all the time. His family probably has nothing to do with wealth.

Hao Yun is very good at cooking, and one can tell at a glance that he is very skilled at it. The results he produces are not much different from those of a restaurant chef.

At present, most of the cooking attributes he can obtain come from cross-cuisine results.

Everyone praised the dish after eating it.

In fact, visiting Shi Tiesheng's home did not make people feel depressed. No one at the dinner table expressed regret for his illness. Everyone was always talking about the delicacies and customs of various places.

When Hao Yun was saying goodbye, Shi Tiesheng said he had nothing good to give him. As he was a sick man by profession and wrote as a hobby, he took a few books from the bookshelf and gave them to Hao Yun.

Hao Yun revealed that he wanted to make a biographical film about Shi Tiesheng.

The market for foreign biographical films is very large, and there are many high-grossing and high-art films, such as "Patton", "The Shawshank Redemption", "A Beautiful Mind", "The Passion of the Christ", etc.

Although there is no shortage of excellent works in this field in China, such as "The Thirteenth Son of the South China Sea", "Ruan Lingyu", "My 1919", etc., they are still unable to form a large scale, especially in the commercial aspect.

Hao Yun felt that Shi Tiesheng's life was worthy of making a movie.

Of course, he would invite Shi Tiesheng to join the screenwriter team and also pay a copyright fee.

This is much better than just giving money away directly.

(End of this chapter)