Chapter 532: I Will Never Bring Shame to My Ancestors

"Miura-kun, ah ah ah ah ah!"

"Miura, I love you! Ya ya ya ya ya~"

In his previous life, Li Ye had never attended a concert, so he truly didn't know that the screams of young girls could actually be "overwhelming like a landslide."

Li Ye and his group entered the screening venue for *Typhoon Club*, and then waited for director Shinji Sōmai to bring Tomokazu Miura and the rest of the cast onto the stage.

But before the director could even begin introducing the film, the audience below erupted into a torrential downpour of shouting.

The crew on stage had clearly anticipated this situation; they smiled and waited for a long time, only beginning to explain the film's theme and share their filming experiences once the audience had shouted themselves tired.

During this introduction, the audience, having caught their breath, broke into synchronized cheering several more times, causing the presentation to be fragmented.

Everyone from the Chang'an Film Studio was shocked.

Most of the people who came to watch the movie today were young students, but these students were completely different from those back in the mainland.

Female students in the mainland were shy, while the Japanese female students appeared too mature and too excitable.

So much so that Old Xiong couldn't help but say, "That Tomokazu Miura is already in his thirties, right? And he's a married man... Is he really that great?"

Li Ye tilted his head to look at him and smiled slightly.

【You truly don't know the power of a charming middle-aged man!】

Although the movie venue was noisy, once the film started, the venue immediately fell silent; everyone was very polite and kept quiet.

The plot of *Typhoon Club* was not complex; it described the rebellious release of several third-year junior high students who ignored multiple warnings as a typhoon approached and the storm arrived.

The director used the camera to capture every lively, cheerful, and excited moment of the young people, while also giving the audience a sense of narrative continuity.

The film used cinematic language like typhoons and dancing to vividly express the manic state of young people shedding all constraints and expressing themselves to the fullest, even without knowing why.

This was actually a film that changed the direction of Japanese youth cinema and held significant meaning in Japanese film history.

Many people from the Chang'an Film Studio nodded repeatedly as they watched, just like when listening to Peking Opera and catching the subtle nuances within.

But Li Ye was feeling a bit drowsy.

Isn't this just a bunch of "chuunibyou" youths messing around? And it was all mumbling without Chinese subtitles; if one couldn't resonate with their own "chuunibyou" behavior from their youth, it was truly boring to watch.

Li Ye didn't resonate, because—pfft—he had never been a "chuunibyou."

So Li Ye felt it would be better to finish the movie quickly and go back to play cards with his mother, sister, and wife! They had agreed to play cards together today.

The movie gradually reached its climax; the typhoon finally arrived, and the six junior high students—two boys and four girls—began to sing and dance in the pouring rain.

At the beginning, the four girls were still wearing their undergarments, but as they sang and danced, they began to pull off their tops and throw them away.

The director was using this method to express the rebellion and repression of young people; the audience seemed to understand it all and watched with great interest.

On Li Ye's wrist, he felt the pain of fingernails lightly piercing his skin.

Turning his head, he saw Wen Wen Leyu staring at him with bright eyes, pouting her little mouth as she met his gaze.

Li Ye asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

Wen Wen Leyu didn't make a sound, but the stinging pain on his wrist disappeared, and her little face turned red.

Li Ye laughed inwardly; of course, he knew what Wen Wen Leyu meant, but teasing little Yu was endless fun!

Li Ye turned his head to look at the movie screen again, just as the rain was pouring down; as the camera pulled back and the light dimmed, bare buttocks appeared and disappeared in the dark night.

Just at this moment, a small hand suddenly appeared in front of Li Ye's eyes, blocking his view.

Li Ye was very puzzled; logically speaking, there were "reference films" in the mainland now! With Wen Wen Leyu's family background, it was impossible for her to be this closed-off and conservative!

Yet now, Wen Wen Leyu clearly had an "I won't let you watch" attitude.

If I can't watch, I won't watch.

Li Ye turned his head and quietly watched Wen Wen Leyu.

The two stared at each other until the entire scene ended, and only then did Wen Wen Leyu smile with satisfaction.

But Li Ye leaned into her ear and whispered, "I promise I'll only look at you from now on."

"Hiss~"

Li Ye's wrist felt a sharp pain; even in the dim theater, he could see three deep fingernail marks, already turned blood-red.

Li Ye felt very aggrieved; I made such a great resolution to painfully give up observing so many future technical teachers, why are you still pinching me?

Early the next morning, Team Leader Zhou asked Li Ye, "Student Li Ye, you will be participating in today's cultural exchange activities, right?"

Li Ye nodded, "Of course, this is my responsibility."

Today was a very important day for the mainland exhibition delegation, because not only was *The Lone Army of the Homeland* to be screened at the film festival, but there was also a large-scale cultural exchange event for ancient Chinese culture.

Because *The Lone Army of the Homeland* had already been released in Japan and the market response was very hot, a trend of High Tang culture had recently emerged in Japan.

Consequently, the film festival organizers agreed to A Min's request and provided a large space to support her in hosting this cultural exhibition.

The film screening was very successful, as *The Lone Army of the Homeland* had been attacking overseas markets for the past few months, primarily within the Asian Confucian cultural sphere, causing a sensation in Japan, South Korea, and Southeast Asia.

And this time, even Western film buyers offered quite good price intentions, making the people from the mainland film studio overjoyed.

Even if they didn't win an award this time, just the amount of foreign exchange earned would be worth reporting in newspapers and on television back home; it was definitely a great achievement.

The subsequent cultural exhibition exceeded the expectations of everyone from the film studio.

The content of this exhibition involved props and cultural elements related to the film, such as armor, long spears, palace costumes, and several genuine cultural relics borrowed from the Chang'an Museum.

Originally, the people from the film studio felt that the commercial atmosphere created by the Hong Kong side was too strong, actually listing armor, weapons, and palace costumes for sale, and setting a price that could almost be called "sky-high."

But when the Japanese people, who had been queuing up to visit, actually started scrambling to place orders, everyone's jaws dropped.

Old Xiong from the Chang'an Film Studio rubbed his hands excitedly, "Brother Li Ye, how many handicrafts do you think we can sell this time?"

Li Ye said indifferently, "I've told you many times, what we are selling is not handicrafts; it's history."

"Yes, yes, yes, it's history, history with deep foundations."

Director Xiong nodded repeatedly in agreement, but only he knew what he was thinking inside.

These things were all produced through a joint venture between the film studio and several handicraft factories in Chang'an, following a casual suggestion by Li Ye; he hadn't expected that after just a few years, it would become a steady, long-term industry.

And looking at the situation on-site today, it was possible that the joint venture factory, which had already been expanded twice, would need to be expanded again.

Those Japanese people looked at the "history" produced in the mainland with expressions full of worship; if they didn't fleece them for a bit, it would be a disservice to the folks back home.

Director Xiong even pondered in his heart whether he should discuss with the leadership after returning, not to promote him to Deputy Factory Director, but to just go and serve as the director of that joint venture factory.

A Deputy Factory Director is, after all, still a "deputy"!

"Tsk tsk tsk, Brother Li Ye, look, there are really so many rich people in capitalism! One by one, they are extravagant without limit; they don't even blink at an 8,000-yen long spear or 20,000-yen armor.

And they also take young mistresses; look at that old man, he really is 'a pear blossom tree pressing down on a crabapple'."

The allusion of "a pear blossom tree pressing down on a crabapple" came from Su Dongpo, said to be a teasing work mocking his good friend, the lyricist Zhang Xiao Xian.

Zhang Xiao Xian married an 18-year-old concubine at the age of 80, and Dongpo teased, "An eighteen-year-old bride and an eighty-year-old groom, gray hair facing red makeup. A pair in the mandarin duck quilt at night, a pear blossom tree pressing down on a crabapple."

The pear blossom refers to the white-haired husband, and the crabapple refers to the young woman; the word "pressing" says everything that couldn't be spoken!

The exhibition site today was certainly not full of young people like yesterday's *Typhoon Club*; most of the visitors had some means, and old men with young wives on their arms could occasionally be seen.

However, since the special circumstances around the 1950s in the mainland, there were basically no couples with a difference of several decades in age, so when Old Xiong saw the old husband and young wife, he naturally couldn't help but feel a bit sour.

Li Ye smiled and shook his head; there would be more and more of these things in the future.

But when Li Ye followed Old Xiong's gaze and saw the old man with the young wife on his arm, his eyes widened instantly.

That old man was sixty or seventy years old, thin and small, and he even had a lame leg, but the young wife on his arm was truly young and vibrant.

【Damn it, I was worried about you suffering outside, old thing, and it turns out you came here to conquer Japan!】

Old Song naturally saw Li Ye too, and from far away, he grinned at Li Ye.

Li Ye was surprised to discover that Old Song's signature yellow teeth had actually turned white.

Li Ye kept a cold face and walked alone to a corner that no one noticed.

Not long after, Old Song came over, limping.

Li Ye asked with a fake smile, "Where is your young wife? Do I need to give you some wedding money?"

Old Song restrained his smile and said with a serious face, "Zhuangyuan-lang, you've misunderstood; that is my apprentice and assistant, not some wife."

"I believe you, my foot~"

Li Ye said with disdain, "Still your apprentice? What is she learning from you? Learning *Dongxuanzi*?"

Old Song looked at Li Ye for two seconds, then said mysteriously, "Zhuangyuan-lang is truly learned, actually knowing *Dongxuanzi*. Let me tell you, I've collected quite a few good things in Japan; I even have Ming and Qing editions of *Jin Ping Mei*..."

Damn it~

Li Ye looked at Old Song twice, speechless, and said helplessly, "You're a sixty or seventy-year-old man taking on a twenty-year-old female apprentice; can you be any more fake?"

Old Song blinked and finally said helplessly, "Zhuangyuan-lang, my wife has been dead for a long time, and besides, I don't intend to remarry! I will absolutely never bring shame to my ancestors."

Li Ye finally understood; this Old Song was a guy who frequented brothels and drank flower wine in his youth, and even at eighty, he wasn't a good person. ===== CHAPTER 533 =====