Chapter 1057

"Just get used to it." Jiang Chan leaned back in her chair and looked at the trees retreating out of the window. "There will be many such times in the future."

"Aren't you? Are you really going to carry out tear gas to the end?"

Chen Chen suddenly sat up straight, and his tone was full of incredible.

"Forget it, I won't go to the movies about you in the future. I'll lose a lot of tears once I go in." Chen Chen said when he threw back to his seat like a discouraged man.

But every year later, she still went to the cinema after Lu Wei's film was released, and cried like a dog every time.

The box office of the film "we" on the first day was not high. Jiang Chan did not spend a lot of money to publicize the film. The number of films arranged in the cinema was very small, and it was diehard fans that supported everyone to see it.

"We" has a dismal box office, but at the same time, its reputation is surprisingly good on the Internet. After fermenting like this for about a week, almost all the people who have seen the film are spontaneously promoting the film.

"It's really a pity not to see us."

"Although the film tearful, soundtrack editing, plot and so on, are very smooth, suitable for two brushes and three brushes."

"Who says big sister Wei will jump on the street? Big sister Wei is really the same level as before."

There are a lot of such comments on the Internet, and Jiang Chan doesn't pay much attention. She pays attention to the work itself and the comments of the audience.

Under this word of mouth, the box office of "we" is also rising. From the initial millions, it gradually climbed to 120 million and so on, and the box office also accumulated more than 200 million.

In the third week after the film was released, it is inevitable that there will be a decline. But then it pushed us to the forefront because we was nominated for a foreign film festival.

As soon as this news came out, the box office of "we", which was already in decline, rose again and again, and the cinema urgently increased the number of films, which is bound to make another profit while taking advantage of the east wind of "we".

"Dawei, you're great. This is an International Film Festival. It's amazing that we can get the nomination!" Chen Chen over the phone was very excited and estimated that she would jump up.

Jiang cicada didn't lift her head: "light point, just nomination. You say it as if I had won a prize."

"The nomination has been great, okay? You are a singer, not a full-time director." Chen Chen is going crazy: "look who dares to sing down you in the future."

Jiang Chan's stomach Fei, who jumped on the street one by one and then another? Chen Chen is really forgetful.

"I think the biggest harvest this time is Liu Jie. I heard that she has made a lot of film appointments recently. She has been on several variety shows. It is estimated that everyone wants to rub this wave of heat."

Thinking of this, Chen Chen is still a little unwilling. "Tell me about you. If you are willing to come forward, where is Liu Jie? You have a much higher degree of topic than Liu Jie."

Jiang Chan turned on her mobile phone hands-free and casually drew a piece of paper: "I don't like to go to those noisy environments. You know this. Besides, whether it's a director or a singer, they all speak by their works. I prefer to be a behind the scenes person."

"But you, the person behind the scenes, have too much topic! Think about it, a movie made by a singer has been shortlisted for the film festival," Chen Chen sighed. "Are you going to the opening ceremony of the film festival? This is an International Film Festival."

"Let's go, just go to open our eyes and see other people's works." Jiang Chan was noncommittal. It was a long time ago to participate in the film festival.

"That's OK. I'll find a studio to dress you up this time." when Jiang Chan noticed that she wanted to refute, Chen Chen immediately made a decision: "you represent the image of the company. You can't be careless. Besides, you are very color, so you should dress up well."

Jiang Chan stroked her forehead: "don't be too high-profile, keep a low profile."

"I don't know you yet? Even if we want to keep a low profile, we can't make do with it at will. I guess designers will be busy too. The International Film Festival is a good opportunity for her to become famous."

"No, I'll contact the designer. It's estimated that you'll have to take some time to measure the data." listening to Chen Chen Hang up the phone, Jiang Chan smiled and shook her head. Seeing Chen Chen so hot, she inevitably has some slight expectations for the film festival.

The conversation with Chen Chen ended, and peace returned to the living room. It was already December, and it was cold winter. The golden sunshine came in from the window and brought the warmth of a room.

Bathed in the sun, Jiang Chan held a brush and sketched a few strokes on the paper. At this time, she doesn't want to write words or think about movies. She just wants to draw some pictures quietly.

Kneeling in front of the short table and immersed in the world of ink and wash without distractions, Jiang Chan only felt that she was quiet. At about two o'clock in the afternoon, a picture of Jiangnan was completed.

Bamboo groves, strange rocks, rivers and boats are not thick ink and heavy color everywhere. However, the trend of freehand brushwork came to my face.

Jiang Chan put down her brush and looked at it for several times: "it's OK. It seems that the craft is not unfamiliar."

Lu Wei was very eager: "to mount it, I want to hang it in the living room so that everyone who comes over knows that this is your calligraphy."

Jiang Chan smiled: "silly, in other people's eyes, I am you and you are me."

"Then I'll say it's from my best friend." Lu Wei subconsciously retorted: "little cicada, how much do you hide I don't know? How many more do you draw? Where is enough for one? My home will be covered with little cicada's ink treasures in the future."

"These are all hands-on works. If you like them, I'll give them to you. Anyway, I can't take them with me." Jiang Chan is very calm. She can draw many non important paintings like this.

"At the thought that my home will be full of little cicada's calligraphy in the future, I'm so happy that I can't sleep." Lu Wei's eyes are full of stars: "little cicada, you're a treasure girl. You seem to be omnipotent."

Jiang Chan slowly and clearly wrote: "no, I don't know many. Sometimes, the more you know, the more you find your shortcomings and know that many things you don't understand."

"That's why people say that the more people know, the more modest they will be, right? I think you're very modest, little cicada. You don't look like a mountain without dew, but there's a vast universe inside."

"If you say so, I will expand." Jiang Chan smiled. "I just like doing what I like to do statically. People don't have to master many things. It's not easy to study a skill to the extreme."

"Alas, in fact, now everyone is more and more impetuous. It seems that fewer and fewer people are really willing to calm down and do things."