I was not as leisurely as I thought during this period of time in Shanghai. On the contrary, I was very busy.

The most important thing is naturally to prepare for the crew. But because this is a secret, it has to be carried out very secretly. I handed over all the crew preparations to Stenborough, Cai Chusheng and Fei Mu. Fortunately, the three of them are very clear about DreamWorks' style of conduct, and I don't need to worry about doing things.

As for me, I have to deal with the people who come to visit like a tide. These people have all kinds of things. Every day, my job is to receive groups of people in that small yard. I often send a group of people away, and the group of people behind me comes.

"Brother, when will these people not come?" Xuanzi stood beside me and saw me knocking on my back, so she quickly came over and pinched my shoulders.

"Not coming? As long as we are here for a day, they will definitely come." I smiled bitterly, then shook my head.

"Then when will we leave?" Xuanzi seemed to be a little overwhelmed by these people who have been visiting them all the time.

"Wait, we'll leave when the matter is finished." I laughed.

That afternoon, after I saw off a group of newspaper reporters, I looked at my watch and it happened to be two o'clock in the afternoon.

"Xuanzi, are you familiar with Shanghai?" I asked.

"Of course I'm familiar with it." Xuanzi asked curiously: "Why, are you going out?"

"I have been sitting here for a few days, and I am so suffocated. Let's go out for a walk." I stood up.

"There are still people waiting to visit you." Xuanzi pointed outside.

"Just tell them I'm not feeling well." I stood up, got up and walked towards the back door.

"Do you want me to go with me?" Holkina came over and asked when she saw that I was about to go out.

"Miss Holgina. You are so conspicuous, I'll just take someone with me." Darren smiled.

I took Xuanzi and slipped out of the back door. I left the celebrity film company and then got into trouble.

This is the bustling time outside, with people coming and going, people buying cigarettes, rickshaws, and Dingling's tram... Looking at everything around me, I felt unprecedentedly novel.

"Brother, you haven't seen these things before?" Xuanzi held my hand and smiled.

"I've seen it, but it's all in photos and books. This is the first time I've seen it with my own eyes." I laughed.

There are many foreigners in Shanghai, and we dress up deliberately and keep a low profile, so no one noticed us along the way, which made us happy.

They went shopping in stores one by one, first bought some new clothes for Xuanzi and then some fun things. Darren couldn't hold them anymore, so he had to ask one of his subordinates to send the things back first.

"Brother. How can I use so many things alone? Those things are too expensive. That watch is enough to buy a small store." Xuanzi looked at me and felt a little distressed about the money.

"Xuanzi, don't worry about money. Your brother can afford these things." I held a big candy cube I just bought, and my voice was blurry.

Xuanzi looked at my strange look and giggled.

"What are you laughing at?" I said with wide eyes.

"Brother, you look so funny when you eat." Xuanzi smiled while shaking my arm.

These days, she has been laughing almost every moment. She has never been so happy.

After shopping, I suddenly remembered something and asked Xuanzi: "Do you know where Uchiyama Bookstore is?"

Xuanzi shook her head. It is unlikely that she, a little girl, would know about this place.

Later, when we inquired, we found out that this bookstore was located on Shigaota Road, North Sichuan Road. This road was far away from where we were shopping. We walked over and about twenty minutes later, we saw a bookstore in front of us.

The bookstore is of medium size. There is a large tea tank at the door, which provides free tea to passers-by. The store door is open, and although there are a few people inside, not many are there.

The three of us walked in. The clerk standing at the door greeted him with a smile and let us move on our own. The books in the store were all open for display, and readers could read casually. There were benches and tables in the store, and they could sit there and read books. A few young men in shabby work clothes were sitting there carefully looking through thick books. These young men knew at a glance that they could not afford to buy books and read books here.

If this situation was in other bookstores, it would have been driven out long ago, but the clerks in the bookstore not only did not drive them away, but also walked over to pour water for them. Several young people looked grateful.

Seeing this, I couldn't help but nod.

I have long heard that Uchiyama Bookstore is good, and Uchiyama Wanzao is very kind to the Chinese people. He is very generous and generous to Chinese intellectuals and progressive young people. Now it seems that this is true.

The three of us walked carefully inside the bookshelf, carefully looking through the book as we walked.

Darren couldn't understand these books, but just followed behind. Although Xuanzi knew the words, she couldn't understand them. Only I could read them after reading this book and that book, and it was very satisfying.

Most of the books sold in Uchiyama Bookstore are progressive books. I dare say that many of them are prohibited by the government. They will definitely not be available in other bookstores, but they can be found here.

I turned a bookshelf and suddenly saw two people in front of me.

A young man in work clothes, full of excitement, stood in front of him with a long gown and thin figure in a long gown. "A dollar, do you have one dollar?" The man's voice was so familiar. "Yes!" The young man hugged the book tightly.

"Three books, one dollar. I gave this to you, but the other two are from Mr. Insulated." Mr. Lu Xun laughed.

The young man looked at him gratefully, his face flushed with excitement. He took out a large ocean from his work clothes and put it in Mr. Lu Xun's hand. Then he bowed and went out.

"Sir, you will lose money when you sell books like you." I laughed.

My voice shocked Mr. Lu Xun. Then he turned around and saw that it was me. He immediately smiled.

"All of them are very good young people. I'm very happy to be able to help them." The gentleman pointed to the door, handed the silver omen in his hand to a clerk next to him, then waved his hand to me and took me to the room behind the store.

Behind it is a relatively spacious living room. Inside, I saw the legendary Junzao Uchiyama. A very kind Japanese man who speaks very well in Chinese. He was very excited when he saw me. He ran to the store and found two books and asked me to sign it on it for him.

I took the book and found that it was the "Theory of Montage" and "Theory of Long Lens" I wrote.

"Mr. Corleon, your two books sell well in our place, and young people often come to buy them." Juntao Uchiyama smiled very honestly.

"Kun Uchiyama, please give me two copies to sign with Mr. Corleon." The gentleman looked at me and laughed.

"Sir. Just call me Andre. I really can't afford to call you sir." I stuck out my tongue.

The gentleman just laughed and lit a cigarette.

Junsao Uchiyama ran out and took back four or five books without much breath. In addition to the two books I have, there are two books by Mr. Lu Xun, one is "Destruction" and the other is "Wild Grass".

"Uchiyama-kun. I ask you to take Andre's two books, why are you taking mine?" the gentleman asked mischievously.

"You two can sign each other. It's fair." Uchiyama Tansaki said with a smile.

We all laughed.

The gentleman didn't know what to do. He took his two books, pulled a brush from the pen holder next to him, and wrote it carefully.

After washing, the gentleman looked at it specially, probably because he felt that he was quite satisfied with his writing, so he solemnly handed it over to me.

I also handed him the two books in my hand. The gentleman took them, opened the first one, and then started laughing.

"Andre, I can't afford the hat you gave me." He looked at me and touched his beard.

In that book, I wrote a line of words like this: "Sir is really the soul of the nation. Andre Corleon."

Junzao Uchiyama walked over, looked at it, and nodded repeatedly.

The gentleman smiled for a while, opened the second book, and then his face immediately changed.

Pa! He patted the table and was overjoyed: "These two sentences are good! These two sentences are good! Uchiyama, come and take a look, these two sentences are good!"

He danced with excitement. Junzuo Uchiyama looked at it and then laughed: "Mr. Corleon, these two sentences are really good!"

"Andre, there is pen and ink in this bookstore. Write me a banner, I will frame it and hang it in my study!" Mr. Lu Xun looked at me and became excited.

"Make it!" Uchiyama Wansao ran in and took out a pair of rice paper.

"Sir, aren't you killing me?" I immediately blushed.

What I wrote in that book is two lines of poetry: "I am cold in my eyebrows and face thousands of people with my fingers, and I am willing to be a ox for a child."

In later generations, everyone knew that these two lines were written by Mr. I just borrowed them. But when I saw him excited, I suddenly remembered that these two lines of poetry in history were written by him in 1932. At this time, they became my "masterpiece".

"Must write! I must write! These two sentences have been summarized for me throughout my life! Good! Good!" The gentleman was so excited that his beard shook.

I really couldn't help but walk over and wrote these two lines of poetry on the rice paper.

After writing, I blushed and said to my husband: "Sir, I'm so ugly. I really can't get on the table. If you hang it in the study, you may be laughed at."

Although I have practiced calligraphy, it seems to be graffiti in front of my husband and others.

The gentleman looked at the two lines of words and laughed: "Andre, it's really not a good thing to say about your word, but it's good that a foreigner can write it like this. I am a thick-skinned person and not afraid of others' jokes. However, if those people see it, they will be amazed by these two lines of poetry."

The more he said this, the more I felt ashamed.

In contrast, the inscriptions written by Mr. Lu Xun in the two books he gave me were very beautiful.

In "Destruction", he wrote a sentence like this: "Andre Huicun: The difference between man and insects is probably because people have ideals, and insects do not have them. This ideal is like a candle in the hands of young people, no matter when. Lu Xun"

In "On the Wild Grass", he wrote: "I often believe that the world still has a light land. Although many people cannot see it, there is hope for those who see it."

After we mentioned each other, we started chatting.

"Mr. Corleon, we just talked about you, the pen you gave him. I want to read it, but he won't give it to me." Junzuo Uchiyama looked at Mr. Lu Xun and shook his head.

Mr. Lu Xun bulged his mouth, made a face, and said to me: "Andre, this is our secret. Don't tell him."

His appearance made me feel warm. I thought he would not use that pen, but I didn't expect it to be really carried with me.

Next, we talked about a lot of things, talked about literature, talked about youth, and talked about national affairs...

I was having a very speculative chat. I didn't realize the passage of time at all.

"Eat. Let's talk after you finish." It was not until Uchiyama Kozusa invited us to go in for dinner that we realized it was already six o'clock in the evening.

They were all home-cooked dishes. Junzao Uchiyama also made a pot of wine. Several people chatted while drinking. The gentleman was very happy and also drank, saying, "Andre, I haven't drunk for more than half a year. I cough after drinking, but today is exceptional, I'm happy."

He drank the wine in the cup and then coughed and his face turned red.

"Sir, you have to take care of yourself." I took his bottle and stopped him from drinking it.
To be continued...