I really can't act

Chapter 365 A Day in the Life of Director Fang Yi (End)
In the living room, near the balcony, a large tent was placed.

This tent was bought by Liu Tianxian, and Fang Yi built it himself.

One day they slept under here all night, and agreed to watch the sunrise together.Xianyu Liu likes to sleep late, but that day she woke up before the hour, woke up Fang Yi, and sat on the balcony staring until the red sun rose.

"This is our camping, Fang Yi!"

Although Fang Yi felt that Xianyu Liu was messing around, when he saw the sunshine, he couldn't help but feel a little warmth in his heart.The two drew the curtain and had a friendly conversation there, and their relationship improved a lot.

But today I really can't lift my spirits.

According to Liu Tianxian's command, Fang Yi turned off all the lights, and she said, "Have the curtains been drawn, please close the curtains as well."

So I drew the curtains again.

Now the living room is really pitch black, like a black hole, with no light at all.

"Fang Yi, last time I stringed lamp beads on the tent, but I didn't have time to test it. I really want to see if I succeeded. Fang Yi, can you take a photo for me?"

Fang Yi groped in the dark to find the Laoshizi lamp bead. He hadn't encountered this kind of work that didn't require a little brain for a long time, and his heart gradually became empty, and he mechanically listened to Xianyu Liu's instructions.

After spending 2 minutes, I finally found a line on the bottom edge of the tent against the wall.

"What now?" Fang Yi asked Liu Tianxian.

"Of course, turn on the lights."

Fang Yi quickly turned on the living room light and sent a photo to Liu Tianxian.The strange thing is that it took almost half a minute for her to react, "I asked you to turn on the light of the tent, not the light of the living room."

She thought brokenly, "I know, you must be feeling uncomfortable today, you are completely absent-minded."

"You know that too?"

"Let me guess as well... If something happened to the crew, you probably have to blame yourself; besides, didn't you have dinner with that family? The news is all on the TV station, and it's everywhere on the Internet..."

"What did the news say?"

"You are approachable, you are so close... If you want me to say, you are really very close. You are much better than those directors I met, Fang Yi."

Fang Yi sighed, "Am I inferior to others? It's obviously a bad thing, but China Film's meddling will make it a funeral."

He turned off the light in the living room, then groped to the line in the dark, reached the switch, and pressed it.

Warm yellow light instantly filled the entire living room.

These cheap lamp beads that cost two yuan a piece are strung together to have such a beautiful effect, because the surrounding area is dark, it really looks like a camping in the forest, and it was found by travelers with great effort. In the safe house, the curtains not far away are swaying in the dim light, like a curtain before a drama transition, waiting for someone to open it.

Fang Yi did open the curtains, and a little starlight could be seen outside, and the twinkling vassals were beside the moon.

He stared blankly, his heart gradually calmed down.He turned around and walked around the tent until the other end of the phone asked:
"Fang Yi, isn't it beautiful!"

"good."

"I won't let you lose your flesh if I boast more!"

"I'll take a picture of you now and send it to you later."

"no need."

"Don't you want to see it?"

"I have too much time to look at it, why don't I just keep it and see it with my own eyes... Letting you take pictures is to prevent you from playing tricks, lying on the bed and doing nothing, and then say you are done."

Maybe because she knew that Fang Yi was in a bad mood, she was more lively than usual.Fang Yi smiled and said, "You really know me."

"I know you have a lot of time—now there is a task, help me, you go to the top of the tent, I left something for you."

Fang Yi unzipped the tent and got in, only to see a piece of paper stuck on the thin top.He tore it off and looked at it carefully under the dim light. It turned out that it was a painting of a sun. Liu Tianxian carefully traced the edge with a watercolor pen, making the edge of the sun have a halo effect, as if it was wrapped around a circle. .

There was no answer for a long time.

From his reaction, Liu Tianxian probably also guessed that Fang Yi had indeed seen it, and did not urge him.

Fang Yi lay in the tent, staring at the painting in a daze.

He didn't know whether the phone was hung up or not, he completely forgot about it, and gradually closed his eyes... But in a daze, he heard the sound of the door opening.

Since Fang Yi acted, his hearing has become more acute than before. When he opened his eyes, the person who came was of course Liu Tianxian.

She stopped the sound of her footsteps, put the things she brought on the table, held her breath, and wanted to surprise others. Fang Yi was happy to cooperate with her, pretending to be deaf in both ears, and satisfying her romantic needs.

The familiar face was pressed against the chest, and the hair was randomly scattered on the flesh of the arms, itching, Fang Yi squinted, but met a pair of beautiful round eyes.

"It turned out to be awake. Lied to me!"

"It's a well-intentioned deception."

"I knew I couldn't hide it from you—I originally drew this thing, and I planned to see it together sometime. I didn't expect to see you in a bad mood, so I had to use it in advance."

She asked, "How is the effect?"

"good."

"Is this all just good? Fang Yi! It's still so duplicity!"

She blew on Fang Yi's neck, teased him for a while, and Fang Yi finally laughed, before persuading him, "Although it happened in your crew, it has nothing to do with you after all, and no one wants it to happen. , Xiao Fang, Xiao Fang, do you know?"

"Of course I understand the truth, but it's just uncomfortable to think about...the opening ceremony of the Olympic Games that year had a program called shadow puppetry. It is said that more than 1000 active soldiers rehearsed for a whole year. However, ten days before the opening ceremony, Zhang Yimou told The leader of the shadow puppetry organization said, 'Considering the final duration and the effect of the TV broadcast, your show will not be available'..."

Liu Tianxian said, "These people must be very sad."

"What do you think? It is said that the dignified army cadres cried on the spot, begging Zhang Yimou if he could give him a chance... After he really couldn't, the news got to the more than 1000 soldiers, and they all shed tears... Although at first Just say it, some people want to go up and some people want to go down, but when it really happened, I was the same as Zhang Yimou, I couldn't say it, but I had to say it."

Liu Tianxian pressed his forehead against him, "So you have all become great directors, Fang Yi. It is because you feel uneasy about the fate of ordinary people that you can make movies that ordinary people like, not so superior."

"Can you still explain it that way?"

With a brute strength, she rode on Fang Yi's body, "Let's think about it now."

Then he showed him the thing he brought this time. "No! I always do what I say!"

It's a white down jacket.

——As early as 330 AD, the nuns in the monastery invented a white down jacket in order to be more flexible in nursing work. In the 60s, the famous British nurse and statistician Nightingale wanted to treat the battlefield. The wounded on the road created the down jacket as a professional clothing, with the principle of "clean, tidy and easy to clean". Since then, down jackets in various countries have been similar.

White clothes, white skirts, white collars, white sleeves, white shoes, white socks, and white down jacket caps, and the hem of the down jackets must be 10 inches from the ground.

Soon the lights in the house were turned off, and it was very dark in the sky, and the two camped here.

After this layer of curtains, look at the starry sky:

From time to time, one or two stars pierced the Milky Way, or drew into the darkness, with red or white light tails, light or stiff, falling straight or sweeping, sometimes moving and trembling, giving the sky Some turmoil of light and heat, some flickering bursts to the darkness...

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Under the same night sky, some media people are still desperately rushing to draft.Hao Bing wrote a long article eloquently, losing a little bit of hair. At the end, he wrote emotionally:

"Perhaps Director Fang is now roaming in his movie world. The wonderful shots and techniques attract him more than all the beautiful things in the world. Time dedicated to a different wonderful answer."

"Every night you come home, someone will light up the lights for you, and the movie is the light in Director Fang's heart, so that he never feels lost. He is a genius who can satisfy himself. He is a perpetual motion machine with endless inspiration. He will always Keep your work energy high and you don't need someone to remind you."

"In the future, Chinese films cannot lose Fang Yi, just like the West cannot lose xxxx."

Hao Bing read the entire article and was satisfied. After checking several times to make sure there were no typos, he sent the article to Fang Yi for review.

This kind of biographical stuff can usually be published only after the celebrity himself has reviewed it.

However, Hao Binghong waited for a long time and did not wait. He put down his pen and conceded, "As expected of Director Fang, he probably edited the movie all night in his own editing room... It is said that Da Vinci only slept four or five hours a day, how could I?" Can compete with this kind of genius in energy."

After waiting for so long, he finally read his manuscript again, polished a few strokes for Guo Fan, and left satisfied.

　ps: Taken from the real skills of the characters, Liu really likes to draw, and his drawing skills are considered high in non-professional levels.Yang Mi also draws, at the level of ordinary people.In addition, the description of the night sky comes from Lao She's "Camel Xiangzi".

　　The things about Zhang Yimou are true, and the source is the documentary "Zhang Yimou's 2008".

　　
　
(End of this chapter)