This director lacks vision.

Chapter 50 Steamed Buns
After the lecture, Jiang Yifeng was surrounded by people.

Yi Zhenxing was the most enthusiastic. He squeezed to the front and said excitedly, "Director Jiang, I'm your fan! Your lecture today was excellent!"
I think every blogger who wants to create online videos should take a look at your course!

Upon seeing Yi Zhenxing, Jiang Yifeng smiled and said, "I know you. I also saw your comments under Old Boys."

Keep it up, I believe in you!

Yi Zhenxing was very happy to receive praise and encouragement from Jiang Yifeng.

But when he squeezed in, his hairstyle got messed up, and his bald spot, which had been so carefully concealed, finally became visible.

It looked very funny.

Seeing this, Jiang Yifeng suggested, "Actually, you don't have to be so stubborn. You could shave your head; that would make you more memorable."

Upon hearing this, Yi Zhenxing immediately began fixing his hair, causing the entire audience to burst into laughter.

Yi Zhenxing smiled and said, "Director Jiang, when I get back, I'd like to make a video about my feelings about today's class. Is that alright?"

"of course can."

Seeing that Jiang Yifeng agreed, many bloggers followed suit.

"I'm going to make a video too. I've learned so much today."

"That's right. In the morning, Mr. Zhang gave us a pep talk, and in the afternoon, Director Jiang taught us the specific methodology. We definitely need to make a video about this."

These people are all very smart.

Making videos related to Jiang Yifeng and Zhang Chaoyang naturally generates buzz.

Moreover, praising these two people is also a way to build good relationships, which will benefit their future development on Sohu Video.

For Jiang Yifeng, this was the benefit of being a teacher: it enhanced his reputation.

Jiang Yifeng chatted with Li Hongchou, Papi Jiang and others for a few more minutes, when Tian Yusheng said, "Director Jiang, I've written a script, I'll send it to your company's email later, please take a look when you have time."

Jiang Yifeng saw Tian Yusheng and felt he looked familiar, so he asked, "What's your name?"

"My name is Tian Yusheng, and I am a screenwriter."

Upon hearing the name Tian Yusheng, Jiang Yifeng suddenly remembered that this was the director of the "Ex-Files" series.

"Okay, you can send it later. I'll take a look when I have time tonight."

Seeing how detailed Jiang Yifeng's explanation was, Tian Yusheng was delighted and quickly said, "Thank you, Director Jiang."

Seeing how easy-going Jiang Yifeng was, everyone offered to send him the script, which Jiang Yifeng politely declined.

After chatting for half an hour, Jiang Yifeng left.

He went up to the 7th floor and headed straight for the dressing room.

Seeing Gao Yuanyuan sitting inside in a daze, Jiang Yifeng said, "Have you eaten? Let's have a meal together?"

Gao Yuanyuan said expressionlessly, "I don't want to eat. I'm not in the mood."

Her eyes were red and swollen, her hair was disheveled, and she looked very haggard.

Seeing this, Jiang Yifeng locked the dressing room door from the inside and said, "You don't have to stop eating just because you're angry. It's not good to get hungry."

Gao Yuanyuan said defiantly, "I might as well starve to death, no one will care anyway!"

Jiang Yifeng didn't say anything, but walked over and hugged Gao Yuanyuan.

Gao Yuanyuan struggled for a moment, but when she realized she couldn't break free, she leaned into Jiang Yifeng's arms and cried.

She asked while crying, "Do you think I'm too old?"

Gao Yuanyuan felt that she was no worse than Nazar, and even understood Jiang Yifeng better than Nazar.

But Jiang Yifeng chose Nazar instead of himself, which must be because of age.

Actually, what she thought wasn't wrong, but Jiang Yifeng wouldn't say it that way.

He patted Gao Yuanyuan's head and said, "I told Nazha before that the order in which people meet is very important in terms of fate."

Nazar's playing time was earlier than yours, that's why I'm biased towards her.

"Since Naza appeared earlier, why did you still try to provoke me?"

"What do you mean I flirted with you? Wasn't it you who took the initiative? You were the one who called me to your room to discuss the script."

Gao Yuanyuan: "..."

Jiang Yifeng said, "I'm not a good person, but I'm not a bad person either."

If I abandon Nazar for you, then a few years later, if I meet a new beautiful woman, I will also abandon you for her.

You enjoy stealing other people's boyfriends, but you'll eventually fall into this logical paradox.

Gao Yuanyuan retorted, "Then how do you see me? Do you want me to be your mistress for the rest of your life?"

"That's what I'm thinking. We won't get married, but when the time is right, we can have two children."

Upon hearing this, Gao Yuanyuan fell silent.

Her dream was to wear a wedding dress; marriage was extremely important to her. Jiang Yifeng's unwillingness to marry her was something Gao Yuanyuan couldn't accept.

She wanted to break up with him, but found she couldn't bring herself to say it.

The moments I spent with Jiang Yifeng during this time are becoming increasingly clear in my mind.

Reading Jiang Yifeng's poems, hiking with him, discussing scripts in a room, working well together on the Old Boys set, and finally filming two short films together.

Scenes flashed by, showing the butterflies blooming freely at the muzzle of a gun.

Despite having Naza there, Gao Yuanyuan still felt that this period was the happiest time of her life.

She truly loves Jiang Yifeng.

I love it very much, both physically and mentally.

Gao Yuanyuan didn't have the courage to say "break up," so she asked unwillingly, "Then do you love me or not?"

Jiang Yifeng said, "I must confess, I have some feelings for you, but you love me more."

“Of course I love you more,” Gao Yuanyuan said. “But I feel like you don’t have any feelings for me. This morning I was so humble, I just wanted to give you a bite of a bun that I didn’t like, just to prove that you still love me.”

You wouldn't even eat a bite, and you even got angry.

Jiang Yifeng shook his head and emphasized again.
"I don't eat steamed buns."

Gao Yuanyuan got stuck on a rut.

"why?"

Jiang Yifeng fell silent.

Gao Yuanyuan said, "You won't even give me an explanation."

Jiang Yifeng sighed and said, "Actually, I really like eating steamed buns."

My family was very poor when I was a child, and I always felt like I wasn't getting enough to eat while I was growing.

Every evening, vendors would set up stalls along the roadside, carrying baskets of tofu pudding in one bucket and fried buns in the other.

Those pan-fried buns were made with high-quality ingredients.

Thin crust, generous filling, golden and crispy.

With one bite, the meat juices burst in your mouth, mingling with the aroma of noodles and rapeseed oil, becoming more and more fragrant with each chew.

It's so delicious!

Upon hearing this, Gao Yuanyuan's mouth involuntarily watered, and her stomach rumbled.

After arguing with Jiang Yifeng, she didn't eat for a whole day.

But Jiang Yifeng continued, "That was in the spring of 98, when the first batch of edamame came to market, and the price changed every day."

To catch the price increase, our whole family pitched in to pick edamame in the field.

My dad was in charge of one plot of land, and my mom and I were in charge of the other.

We worked from day to night, so tired that we couldn't straighten our backs, and so hungry that our stomachs were practically sticking to our backs.

Just then, the peddler selling fried buns appeared with his carrying pole.

I could hear his calls from afar, and the aroma of the steamed buns wafted through the fields and into my stomach.

My mouth was watering and my stomach was rumbling.

When my mom saw this, she gave me money to buy steamed buns.

I bought four pan-fried buns, ate two myself, and left two for my mother.

When I turned back to the field, my mother had already collapsed on the ground.

The steamed buns were so salty that day!

From that day on, I never ate steamed buns again.

A person's rationality and maturity are honed by life.

Jiang Yifeng was no exception.

After hearing his story, Gao Yuanyuan was stunned.

Jiang Yifeng's description was incredibly vivid: a child of about ten years old, after taking a bite of a steamed bun, turned around and his mother collapsed to the ground forever.

Perhaps if Mom hadn't eaten the steamed buns, she would have received more timely help when she collapsed.

You can imagine how upset he was.

I stopped eating my favorite steamed buns altogether; it was a form of self-punishment.

And yet, she had to force him to eat the steamed bun.

Thinking of this, Gao Yuanyuan slapped herself hard and said, "I'm sorry."

(End of this chapter)