The Best Director

"Don't worry, I'm doing fine. Please, Mom, you don't know that the weather in Los Angeles is similar to that in San Francisco, so how could it be too cold for me?" Wang Yang leaned against the phone booth while holding the microphone, looking at the campus scenery outside , while pretending to be excitedly smiled: "A few days ago, I saw Robert Zemeckis. Yes! He is the director of "Forrest Gump". He is also an alumnus of USC and was invited by our principal to give lectures .It was great, I had a long chat with him that day, oh, he is very easygoing, such a nice guy...”

It's April, and the weather in Los Angeles is warm and pleasant, gradually saying goodbye to the cold winter rain and heading towards the hot summer. The lawn of the School of Film and Television of Southern California is lush and green, and young students are lying scattered on the green grass, reading books, chatting, and playing with DV cameras.

"Well, I'm going to help out with a production crew later... Hey, I came as soon as I said it, and my classmate called me to go, so I'll hang up, bye!"

As soon as he put down the microphone, Wang Yang exhaled a long breath, and his face immediately turned from elation to decadence. Looking at the students relaxing on the lawn, he couldn't help scratching his hair in annoyance, and cursed in frustration: "Fuck!" !"

He tightened the windbreaker on his body, picked up a cardboard box full of sundries on the ground, and walked out of the school step by step, looking at the beautiful scenery around him from time to time. The place where the dream set sail, but now, everything is ruined.

Wang Yang is a Chinese American who immigrated to the United States since his grandfather’s generation. His grandfather ran a Chinese restaurant in San Francisco’s Chinatown, and his father took it over. The restaurant has been open until today. However, after two generations of hard work, this "family business" has not only failed to grow, but has become more and more dilapidated. It usually does business with neighbors and acquaintances, and it has been on the verge of closing down for many years.

Although Wang Yang grew up in a restaurant, he has no interest in cooking, but loves movies very much. At the age of 9, after watching "Cinema Paradise", he strengthened his determination, he wanted to be a director! Well, at that time he thought that a film projectionist like the old man Efedo was the director.

Anyway, since then, he has been moving towards this goal, and he did it. At the age of 18, he entered the USC School of Film and Television, majoring in film and television production. Everything is going in a good direction. If that happened if.

That happened a week ago, and then he got expelled, in his second semester of freshman year, expelled.

Thinking of the cause and effect, Wang Yang sighed helplessly, his head aching with annoyance. Originally, he could continue to study for a master's degree after finishing his bachelor's degree at USC, or find some jobs as an assistant director to accumulate experience and wait for the opportunity to become a director. But as he was expelled from school, the director's dream became farther and farther away from him.

"Hey, isn't that our Chink? Where is he going?" Several young people came over on the lawn, four men and two women, except for one man who was black, the others were all white. The blond white man at the head had a smile on his face, pretending to be a monkey dancing with his hands, and made a strange noise: "Ping-pang, Ping-pang? Ching-chong, Ching-chong?"

Following his strange voice, several other men and women laughed, with ridicule and contempt on their faces, and looked at Wang Yang with disdain.

Although Wang Yang is American, he has never heard these words for the first time since he was a child. He likes his yellow skin and black eyes, he likes Chinese characters, Chinese food, and Chinese culture; he has never discriminated against others. He hated racial discrimination deeply, but the reason he was fired was precisely racial discrimination.

It was an unjust case. He encountered a situation like the present one that day. He was insulted and provoked by a black classmate. Even his mother scolded him.

That black classmate is Terrence Ben,

Wang Yang has a thick back and waist, but Wang Yang has learned Bajiquan from a master in Chinatown since he was a child. Although he is not good at martial arts, he can deal with Terrence who only has brute force. Yang scolded: "Is this what you want? Fuck!"

Unfortunately, the phrase "Fuck-you!" happened to be heard by a teacher who heard the news, and that teacher was a black man, Gary Martin.

Afterwards, Terrence, the villain, first filed a complaint, turned the matter upside down, insisted that it was Wang Yang who insulted him, and then punched him. Although Wang Yang tried his best to explain, there was no one else on the lawn at that time, and no one could testify to him; while Terrence Ben had a black teacher, Gary Martin, to make decisions for him, so the school believed Terrence Ben, and Wang Yang was arrested. Expelled from school.

It's ridiculous that he is now being surrounded by "racial discrimination", but no one is giving him justice.

"Bruce-Lee, what do you want, banana? Oh, come and eat!" The blond white man named Matthew made a few crotch thrusts with a smile, and said with a smile: "Come on, I know Your favorite!"

The other five young people also laughed loudly. They all knew about Wang Yang's dismissal, so they came to ridicule him to their heart's content. It's not that Wang Yang has offended them, it's just that his Asian identity has become the object of fun for these boring people.

If you say "Nigger" to a black man, it will definitely be racial discrimination when you go to the court; but if you say "Chink" or "Chinaman" to a Chinese American, it will rarely be called racial discrimination. This is the other side of this highly democratic, egalitarian country.

"OK, you pissed me off." Wang Yang slowly put down the cardboard box, and suddenly stepped forward to grab the collar of Matthew with a hippie smile: "I give you two choices, one, apologize; two, I will send you sent to the hospital."

"Oh, Chinese boy, do you want to hit me?" Matthew's freckled face flashed a little panic, pretending to be calm: "If you want to go to jail, you can do it."

Wang Yang smiled and said calmly, "If you want to be a priest, I can kick your balls to pieces."

Thinking of Terrence Ben's quarterback figure, who was beaten into a pig's head by Wang Yang in front of him, Matthew couldn't help swallowing. The three men and two women next to them also became nervous, and shouted "Hey, calm down, calm down", but Wang Yang glanced at them from the corner of his eye, and they fell silent. Who knows if they will be beaten up?

"Okay, you can concentrate on serving God now." Wang Yang's complexion changed, and before he finished speaking, he pulled his hand hard and pretended to lift his right leg.

Matthew was taken aback and shouted anxiously: "Wait, wait!" He struggled vigorously while shouting: "I apologize, I apologize! I was wrong, I was wrong!"

oh! Along with Matthew's five accomplices, the new onlookers also patted their foreheads and said "COME-ON" one after another, expressing their dissatisfaction with Matthew's apology.

"Are you an asshole?" Wang Yang still had a calm tone, but the murderous look in his eyes made Matthew unable to resist. Matthew just wanted to end it quickly, so he nodded and said, "Well, I am, I am..." Wang Yang asked: "What is it?" Matthew said discouragedly: "Asshole..."

There were boos all around, Matthew's accomplices rolled their eyes, and several blond beauties snickered, which made Matthew feel a little ashamed for a moment and blushed.

Wang Yang smiled slightly, patted Matthew's face lightly with his hand, and said, "Little girl, do you want to kill me? Take a gun!" After that, he pushed hard with his hand, and Ma Xiu Xiu Ben staggered back in a hurry.

Amidst the boos, Wang Yang picked up the cardboard box on the ground again and walked outside the school. He was about to leave the campus, and he couldn't help but stop, looking back at the campus that he had longed for for many years, but now he was about to leave sadly, goodbye, tall and old towering giant trees; goodbye, green and pleasant soft lawn... He deeply Taking a deep breath, he strode forward.

where to go Wang Yang was holding a cardboard box and walking aimlessly on the streets of Los Angeles. There were cars passing by on the road, people on the street were moving, and the sound of traffic lights sounded "ding ding ding" from time to time. Wang Yang stood in front of the intersection, Somewhat at a loss, not knowing where to go.

The news of his expulsion from the school, after some hard work, is still hidden from his parents, otherwise he will definitely be forced to go back to San Francisco, and then take over the "family business" and become the third generation chef of the restaurant.

"Dealing with firewood, rice, oil and salt all day? I don't want it!" Wang Yang shook his head and shouted in his heart: "My hard work and dream for so many years is to become an excellent director and make good-looking movies. , now because I was wronged, I want to go back to guard a restaurant that is about to close down?!"

He remembered the ecstasy when he was admitted to USC, the congratulations and envious eyes of his friends, the kindness of his parents who were both looking forward to and caring, wanting to encourage but afraid of pressure, and the phrase "Son, I can't get along in Los Angeles. Just come back to San Francisco, the restaurant spoon is waiting for you to take over"...

Oh my God, when I think about going back, my parents will say "Son, I knew you couldn't make a movie, you should stay in the restaurant and cook", Wang Yang couldn't help but roared, it's better to let a car Come and kill me!

Oh shit! Wang Yang smiled self-deprecatingly: "Although I like Chinese food, I don't like being a chef!" I will not give up!

Just as Wang Yang encouraged himself, when he walked halfway along the road, a woman pushing a BB car suddenly let go of her hand, and the BB car hit his ass out of control. He was knocked forward and fell forward, the cardboard box in his hand flew up, and debris was scattered all over the ground.

"Oh! God!" The passers-by covered their mouths with their hands and exclaimed, only to see the baby who was not wearing a seat belt in the BB car bounced out and flew into the air!

With a pop, Wang Yang fell hard to the ground; with another pop, the baby hit him on the head and landed safely.

So dizzy... Wang Yang only felt dizzy for a while, phantoms appeared in front of his eyes, he didn't even know what kind of car he was hit by, and there was only one thought in his mind, am I going to die?