Just because I wrote "Zhu Xian," the school beauty sent me razor blades.

When the plane landed at Paris Charles de Gaulle Airport.

Lin Yuan looked out the window.

There was a few seconds of silence.

to be frank.

This wasn't the first time he'd heard the word "foreign countries."

Overseas box office.

International evaluation.

Foreign media.

These words have appeared countless times in the past few months.

But those things.

Previously, it was all data on my phone.

One number after another.

News articles one after another.

One comment after another.

Until now.

He truly stood on another piece of land.

The people around me were of different skin colors.

The sounds of different languages ​​intertwined.

Some people are dragging their luggage and hurrying along.

Some people hugged their long-separated family members.

Someone hurried past with a coffee in hand.

Lin Yuan stood in the crowd.

Suddenly I had a strange feeling.

The world really is this big.

He had always thought so.

I just happened to have watched a few more movies than others.

I recorded more stories.

……

"gentlemen."

A voice came from behind.

Lin Yuan came to his senses.

Airport staff are checking his documents.

"Passport please."

Lin Yuan handed it over.

The staff member glanced down.

Then the movement suddenly stopped.

"Lin Yuan?"

Lin Yuan was taken aback.

"Yes."

The staff member looked up.

"Are you the director of Initial D?"

Lin Yuan remained silent.

"..."

"Do French airport staff have such a wide range of job responsibilities?"

The staff didn't understand.

The translator next to him couldn't help but laugh.

He said he had seen your movie.

Lin Yuan then realized what was happening.

"Thanks."

The staff member smiled.

My younger brother likes it very much.

He said…

He thought for a moment.

Try to organize your thoughts.

"Takumi ultimately lost Natsuki."

"But he found his direction."

Lin Yuan was taken aback.

The airport terminal was still noisy.

People come and go.

But at this moment.

His attention, however, remained fixed on that sentence.

Because this proves one thing.

Different countries.

Different languages.

Different cultures.

But some people really understood that story.

He never photographs racing cars.

It's not drifting either.

He was a teenager.

For the first time, I found my own path.

"Thanks."

Lin Yuan said earnestly.

The staff member smiled.

Looking forward to your next movie.

Paris Film Center.

International Youth Film Exchange Forum.

Officially begin.

in the hall.

Young directors from all over the world sat together.

United States.

France.

South Korea.

India.

Italy.

……

Everyone has their own experiences.

Some people have made independent films.

Someone has received an award.

Some of them come from top film schools.

And Lin Yuan.

He actually looks the least like a director.

Because someone else was holding a laptop.

He was holding a coffee.

Others are taking careful notes.

He observed carefully.

A young French director standing next to him stared at him for a long time.

I couldn't help but ask:

"Don't you remember things?"

Lin Yuan glanced down at the blank notebook.

"I've got it."

The other party was curious.

"What did you write down?"

Lin Yuan turned the notebook over.

There is only one sentence above.

"Coffee in Paris is not as cheap as in the school cafeteria."

French director:

"..."

He discovered it for the first time.

The perspectives of young Chinese directors.

It seems a bit special.

The exchange meeting officially began.

The host asked the first question.

What will be the biggest change in the future of cinema?

An American director was the first to answer.

"technology."

"AI will change the way movies are made."

"In the future, even a small team will be able to create visual effects that were impossible in the past."

Another European director said:

"Big production."

"The future belongs to a stronger industrial system."

Others believe:

"Superhero movies will still dominate the market."

"The audience needs heroes."

"We need a spectacle."

Everyone shared their opinions.

Lin Yuan sat there.

He didn't rush to speak.

Until the host looked at him.

"Mr. Lin."

"Your work has recently received a lot of international attention."

What do you think is most important for the future of film?

The hall fell silent.

All eyes were on him.

Lin Yuan thought for a moment.

Reply:

"story."

Very simple.

It was so simple that some people couldn't help but laugh.

A young director.

Arrived in Paris from China.

The result states:

story?

Isn't this too ordinary?

Lin Yuan ignored him.

continued:

"Technology can make movies more beautiful."

"Capital can make movies bigger."

"But in the end, it's the audience who stays."

"It's still a story."

"Because after the audience leaves the movie theater."

"What you'll remember isn't just a camera."

"It won't be a string of numbers either."

"It's a specific person."

"A certain period of life."

"A certain emotion."

The hall gradually quieted down.

The person who was laughing just now also stopped laughing.

The host nodded.

"So you think that ultimately, movies connect people?"

Lin Yuan:

"Um."

"The story is just a form."

"People are the core."

The exchange meeting has ended.

Lin Yuan was just about to leave.

A voice came from behind me.

"Your answer is very interesting."

Lin Yuan turned around.

A middle-aged man was standing there.

Blonde hair.

Blue eyes.

Slightly overweight.

He had a gentle smile on his face.

Michael Anderson.

The other person extended their hand.

"Let's get to know each other."

Lin Yuan shook hands.

"Lin Yuan".

Michael smiled.

"I know."

"The entire film industry is talking about you lately."

Lin Yuan raised an eyebrow.

"What are you talking about me for?"

Michael thought about it seriously.

"A nineteen-year-old director."

"We made a racing movie."

"The results resonated with young people all over the world."

Lin Yuan:

"It doesn't sound like a bad thing."

Michael laughed.

"Of course not."

"I'm just curious."

Why did you choose this story?

"Racing isn't the most important thing."

Lin Yuan answered.

Michael's expression shifted slightly.

"Then what's the most important thing?"

Lin Yuan looked out the window.

Streets of Paris.

vehicle.

pedestrian.

Sunlight.

"A teenager's farewell to youth and self-awakening."

Michael remained silent.

A few seconds later.

他 说:

"so……"

"You're not making a racing movie."

"You're filming growth."

Lin Yuan nodded.

"almost."

Michael smiled.

"interesting."

"Many directors make films of various genres."

"You seem to be taking pictures of people the whole time."

night.

A quiet café in Paris.

Michael sat opposite Lin Yuan.

Two cups of coffee on the table.

There is no alcohol.

There was no pretentious exchange between the directors.

It's more like two ordinary people chatting.

Michael looked out the window.

"You know what?"

"When I was young."

"I also believe in stories."

Lin Yuan listened.

There was no interruption.

"But later..."

"More and more people are telling me this."

"Audiences need stimulation."

"It needs to be blown up."

We need heroes.

"We need a bigger spectacle."

Michael lowered his head.

"Slowly."

"I've even forgotten why I started making movies in the first place."

Lin Yuan listened quietly.

Michael continued:

"I've always wanted to make a movie."

"It's not about heroes."

"It's not about a savior."

"Just an ordinary person."

"He might fail."

"They might be trapped."

"Maybe no one will ever remember you."

"But he still believes."

"A person cannot be defined by fate."

Lin Yuan's hand holding the coffee cup.

It paused for a moment.

Back to the hotel.

It's already past midnight.

Lin Yuan turned on his computer.

The screen lights up.

Blank document.

His hands were on the keyboard.

It stopped for a long time.

Then enter.

The Shawshank Redemption

Looking at this name.

A few seconds later.

He deleted it again.

Re-enter:

A Story About Hope

Then save it.

Turn off the computer.

the next day.

Lin Yuan was just about to leave.

My phone received a message.

Michael:

Forest.

If one day you come across a story that is truly worth filming.

I hope you can tell me.

Lin Yuan looked at the message.

I smiled.

A finger lands on the screen.

reply:

Maybe.

I've already encountered it.