I become a big star after I sleep

Chapter 143 Zhou Jianlun's Secret
"Xiao Chu, won't you offend Li Lianjie by saying that?"

"If he really wants to do charity, he will know what I'm talking about, and if everyone has the same goal, it's not something to offend, but he should be happy.

If he has other ideas, it doesn't matter if he offends a person who dares to make money. "

After hearing Qin Muchu's answer, Zhou Jiaolun thought it made sense, so he nodded and leaned on the back of the chair.

"call--"

He let out a sigh of relief:

"There's enough chaos tonight, it's just, just..."

"A nightmare."

Qin Muchu added.

"Yes, a nightmare! The host still has the whole process, which is worse than the graduation party of junior high school students!"

Zhou Jiaolun ruffles his expensive hairstyle and frantically confides to Qin Muchu.

He was also wearing golden armor tonight, and performed a "real person PK" with Wu Zongxian. At that time, he really had the urge to chop Wu Zongxian with a big knife.

"High school student?"

Qin Muchu ignored Zhou Jiaolun's complaints, but instead paid attention to the new words in his words.

"It's a junior high school student from mainland China."

After Zhou Jiaolun vented, he leaned back in his chair and gasped for breath. He was already used to Qin Muchu's strange focus.

"Junior high school students have a graduation party?"

Qin Muchu looked at Zhou Jiaolun in surprise.

In his previous life, he graduated from junior high school at about this time, and the celebration at that time seemed to be going to an Internet cafe to play games for a while.

Later, he was caught by his father and beat him severely.

"Of course, it's a tradition in the Bay Area. There will be parties for junior high school and high school graduates."

"Is there any university?"

"Come on, how do I know that I didn't go to college?... Hey, are you laughing? Hey, you did it on purpose, just to laugh at me for not going to college, right?"

Zhou Jiaolun found something wrong.

"No, I just thought of a happy thing."

Qin Muchu suppressed his smile and shook his head solemnly.

"what's up?"

"I have a friend who is a very good singer, but he failed to pass the music department of Taipei University twice, hahahaha..."

Qin Muchu still couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Rely on the cup, I knew you were talking about me, laughing fart!"

Zhou Jianlun direct red temperature...

……

In the courtyard, Zhou Jiaolun wiped his hair with a towel and walked into Qin Muchu's room.

Qin Muchu was watching the video played on the computer, and he also stood behind and watched silently for a while.

"Qin Shihuang roar?"

"Hey, do you still know Qin Shihuang?"

Hearing Qin Muchu's strange voice, Zhou Jianlun immediately threw the towel, and behind Qin Muchu was a chokehold:
"Stop looking down on people, I am also a high school graduate!"

"You studied music in high school."

"Study music and learn history too!"

Zhou Jiaolun gradually tightened his arms, vowing to seek an explanation.

"Okay, okay, you are the best, let go." Qin Muchu acted like coaxing a child.

"No sincerity, sorry!"

"Let go, or I will stand up and fear that you are afraid of heights!"

"Damn, you're mocking me for being short again!"

……

The two messed around for a while, and Zhou Jiaolun looked at the video on the computer again.

"This is the Spring Festival Gala show you directed?"

"Well, how does it look?"

Qin Muchu pointed the computer screen at Zhou Jiaolun so that he could see it more clearly.

"It's awesome, Qin Shihuang and the actors are awesome, they look really good."

"That is."

Qin Muchu nodded,

"Your boy is still a bit aesthetic... I'll show you this again!"

As he said that, he called up the videos of the troops of the various dynasties that he had taken.

Then he looked at Zhou Jiaolun, who was gradually growing his mouth.

"kill!"

In the last scene, the armies of each dynasty occupy a rectangular space and are mixed and cut in the same frame.

The ancient generals wield their spears, while the modern soldiers stab with their spears.

Shouting the word "kill" together, combined with the mixed sound of war drums and bugles in the background music, instantly made people's blood boil.

"How about it?"

"Damn, it exploded!"

Zhou Jiaolun clapped his hands excitedly,

"Is this also on the Spring Festival Gala? It's definitely Wang Zha!"

He excitedly patted Qin Muchu's arm.

"This background music you use the sound of the army walking, the sound of horseshoes, the sound of various weapons, and the sound of war drums, it is simply amazing!"

He doesn't know much about video shooting, and it looks shocking, but the background music of the video belongs to his professional field, which made him admire.

Seeing the dense army approaching step by step, accompanied by the sound of neat "wow-wow" footsteps, and the sound of "tread" on the ground, he couldn't help holding his breath, it was too oppressive feeling.

Qin Muchu smiled. He had been thinking about this background music for a long time, thinking about what kind of music could show the arrogance of the army.

The final answer is no.

The only background music that can show the arrogance of the army is the army itself.

The sound of their footsteps when marching, the trembling sound of weapons handed over during battle, the muffled sound of war drums, the sound of soldiers fighting...

These voices on the battlefield are the most exciting voices.

Of course, he didn't just use these sounds, but also matched some music skills to make the overall sound more integrated and powerful.

Pushing away Zhou Jiaolun's hand that patted his arm,
"Do you have anything else to brag about?"

Zhou Jianlun was taken aback,
"It's quite hanging, it's gone..."

Qin Muchu looked disgusted:
"I told you to read more, now you can only be 'pretty' when you even praise people, well, get out when you're done boasting, I'm going to sleep."

"Damn, cross the river and tear down the bridge!"

Zhou Jiaolun said unhappily.

He jumped up and wanted to lock Qin Muchu's throat, but Qin Muchu dodged it.

"Go away, sleep."

Qin Muchu waved his hands in disgust, and drove Zhou Jiaolun out.

When approaching the door, Zhou Jiaolun seemed to suddenly think of something, and grabbed the door:

"Xiao Chu, I need your help with something."

"What's the matter?" Qin Muchu asked.

Grabbing Zhou Jiaolun by the door, a trace of embarrassment and shyness appeared on his face, he lowered his head:
"Say it first, don't laugh at me."

Qin Muchu stepped back calmly:
"Fencing is out of the question."

"Fuck, what are you talking about?"

Zhou Jiaolun raised his head in shock.

"I don't discriminate, but I don't accept."

Qin Muchu shook his hand and spoke righteously.

"Come on, what's in your head is so weird!"

Zhou Jiaolun reprimanded Qin Muchu angrily, and then went to his room again:

"I'll show it to you!"

……

Half an hour later, Zhou Jiaolun looked at Qin Muchu who was frowning tightly, and asked cautiously:
"It's not long. You've been watching it for half an hour. How's it going? Is it good?"

Only then did Qin Muchu raise his head, and weighed the things in his hand:

"It's a little short..."

He paused, then opened the script again:

"However, the structure and content are quite rich, and the story is clearly told."

Turning to the first page of the script, the words "Unspeakable Secret" are clearly written.

I also knew which movie this was.

This is the first movie directed by Zhou Jiaolun. Qin Muchu in his previous life was a big fan of Jay. He...has never seen it.

No way, I was poor and couldn't afford to go to the cinema.

Besides, for a boy of that age, even a girl's sneaky glances are not as tempting as going to an Internet cafe to play a game of games.

Later, I heard the song "The Unspeakable Secret", but I didn't watch the movie.

So he doesn't know how the movie will react after its release.

Looking at this movie script with the eyes of a professional director now, he thinks the setting is quite ingenious.

Time travel, suspense, campus love, and music are complete elements. Although these have been played badly in later generations, they are still novel to listen to now.

The plot of the script is also good, it can be regarded as an excellent script.

I just don't know what it looks like.

If it can reach the exciting level set by the script, it should be a movie worth remembering.

"Really? Then I'm relieved."

Zhou Jiaolun breathed a sigh of relief.

As the first film he directed, he had great expectations for this film, and he has been worrying about gains and losses.

With the affirmation of a professional like Qin Muchu, he also has a bottom line.

"This book is a good book, and if the movie is well shot, it will be a good movie, but it's hard to say whether it will be recognized by the audience."

Just when Zhou Jiaolun imagined that he won the Golden Horse Award in his mind, Qin Muchu kicked him off the awarding platform.

"What do you mean? Why are good movies still not recognized by the audience?" Zhou Jiaolun was puzzled.

"It's too brain-burning. A few times playing the piano, the heroine traveled to the future, and you finally traveled to the past. There is also a timeline that spans time and space. The audience may not be able to understand it. They may feel... It's messy.

Many people may need to go back and read it several times before they can gradually understand.

But how many people are willing to watch the movie several times to ponder the plot, the lens language of the movie, and the subtle details? "

Qin Muchu shrugged.

continued:
"What kind of movie is good and can be recognized? The part of the movie that the audience can understand at a glance is already very good, and the hidden part that requires the audience to watch it many times to understand is even better.

This kind of movie will not be "dead" in the contemporary era, and it will not be discovered until it is "archaeologically" more than ten years later. "

He looked at Zhou Jiaolun,

"So the problem facing this movie now may be that it is not understood at the moment, but it will be praised by others more than ten years later. Can you accept it?"

Zhou Jiaolun was a little hesitant. He was full of confidence, but after Qin Muchu said this, he became a little uneasy.

"Is there no way to make it understandable now, and still be praised ten years later?" Zhou Jiaolun asked greedily.

"Yes, I have."

Qin Muchu replied immediately.

"any solution?"

Zhou Jiaolun's eyes lit up.

Qin Muchu pointed out the door:

"You go to bed now, and it will soon come true in your dreams."

"Come on, let's be serious!"

Zhou Jiaolun beat Qin Muchu's chest angrily.

"OK, be serious." Qin Muchu looked serious.

Zhou Jiaolun held his breath and concentrated, like a good student who listens carefully to the teacher in class.

"I can't do it either."

"Come on, I'm really angry!"

Zhou Jiaolun lowered his head and bumped towards Qin Muchu.

Qin Muchu hurriedly dodged and explained:

"I really have nothing to do, the script is already very mature, the rest depends on how you, the director, interpret the script.

However, I have a few suggestions. You should give an obvious mark every time the timeline changes, which can be a change in the color of the lens, for example, a little more dreamy.

For example, if the heroine travels to the future, you can make her picture feel out of place with her surroundings, which can be regarded as a hint. "

He said his suggestion in one breath, not daring to tease Zhou Jiaolun again.

The angry Zhou Jiaolun, like the little wild boar, is super fierce!
After hearing Qin Muchu's suggestion, Zhou Jiaolun's anger gradually calmed down, and he slowly put away his fangs... No, he raised his head.

"Come on, it's so troublesome. Is being a director so complicated?" He scratched his hair.

"Yeah, it's not a singer, but anyone can be a director. It's really difficult to be a director."

Qin Muchu sat aside and nodded in sympathy.

"Yes, alas..." Zhou Jiaolun sighed.

Suddenly, he realized something was wrong, and strangled Qin Muchu's neck with both hands:

"Are you connoting me again!!!"

……

"Go to bed early, don't you still want to go to the Spring Festival Gala with me tomorrow? I went early in the morning, and I won't wait for you if you don't wake up."

Qin Muchu pushed Zhou Jiaolun to the door, yawned and waved his hand to close the door.

"Got it, it's really long-winded, when did I stay in bed..."

Zhou Jiaolun babbled shamelessly, then turned and went back to his room.

Lying on the bed, looking at the dark ceiling, he couldn't help feeling sad again.

Director...

He understood Qin Muchu's evaluation of "The Unspeakable Secret".

Only when the director shoots well can there be a situation where "it is not understood now, but it will be praised ten years later".

There is a sentence that Qin Muchu didn't say, but Zhou Jiaolun thought of it.

If the director does not make a good film, it will be a completely bad film. If it is not understood now, it will be rubbish in the future.

Like "Nothing...".

He didn't mention that Qin Muchu would direct the movie.

One is that he knows Qin Muchu's next arrangement. Qin Muchu is preparing a very troublesome movie, which is expected to be shot for a year.

One year roar!

"The Gift in Room No. [-]" has only been one month, and "You Who Came From the Star" has only been two months, so how terrifying would it be to ask Qin Muchu to shoot a movie for a year?
He didn't want Qin Muchu to be distracted.

In his heart, his movie is still a joke, and it’s okay if it doesn’t go well. At most, he will be scolded as a singer and become a director...

But Qin Muchu, if his movie fails, the pressure of public opinion will be like a flood breaking a bank.

Now the praise for him is the flood blocked by the dam, which accumulates more and more, and his movies are dams, once the quality of the movie is not enough to withstand the flood...

Secondly, he has been thinking about this movie for a long time. Before he met Qin Muchu, he was writing the script. He always wanted to be the director by himself. It was a test of his talent in the film industry.

Therefore, at most, he asked Qin Muchu for his opinion, but he didn't have the idea of ​​asking Qin Muchu to direct for him.

In fact, I also have the idea of ​​comparing with Qin Muchu in my heart.

Qin Muchu was able to be successful in both the film and television and music circles, and Zhou Jianlun wanted to see if he could do the same.

A man's competitive heart, even his good brother can't make it stop beating!

Sighing, tossing and turning on the bed, unable to fall asleep.

Suddenly, the phone rang.

He picked up his phone and it was a text message.

"Xiao Chu?"

Zhou Jiaolun looked in the direction of Qin Muchu's room, and didn't understand why he wanted to send a text message to him so close instead of saying it face to face.

With doubts, he clicked on the text message.

"Sleep with peace of mind, the first condition for the success of a movie is the director's self-confidence.

You have to shoot your own style of work. Although I can't directly tell you how to shoot, I can tell you how to shoot to achieve the look you want, and finally help you review and edit the film.

In addition, don't think that I don't know that you want to compete with me in movies, it's far behind, in the next life. "

After reading the last word of the text message, Qin Muchu clearly cared about it, but on the outside he pretended not to care about the preaching in Zhou Jiaolun's mind.

"You're so tsundere, you're worse than me..."

Zhou Jiaolun cursed and put the phone aside.

Unknowingly showing a smile, drowsiness hit, and fell into a deep sleep.

(There is another chapter, writing...)
(End of this chapter)