Huayu: Start by asking ex-girlfriends for alms

Chapter 353

The gang gathered together and relied on Bei Gan Niang.

When the new member Hou Yong arrived at the scene, the atmosphere became more lively.

"Old Hou! Welcome, welcome!"

Ji Jianming and Cao Jiuping's faces were full of gloating.

"We are all so happy to hear that you are here."

"From now on, we can go hand in hand, delve deeper into art, and climb. Hahahaha, sorry, I really can't help it, and I've tricked another unlucky guy!"

"Don't talk nonsense. What unlucky guy? That's called sharing weal and woe!" Cao Jiuping spat as soon as he finished speaking, "Ugh, sharing the bitterness and pain!"

"But Lao Hou, your coming here really comforts us. It's so nice to see old friends suffering together."

Hou Yong, with a bitter face, introduced the company enthusiastically to Lao Li and Lao Bao.

Although we are familiar with each other as colleagues, we will be a group in the future and have to get along with each other for a long time, so we must show our faces seriously.

“I won’t talk about his works and abilities, I’ll just summarize it in one sentence: Hou Yong, Beijing Film Academy, Class of 78, Department of Photography!”

The resumption of the college entrance examination at Beijing Film Academy was recognized as "one of the most exciting moments in the history of 20th century cinema", and the value of the 78 photography department is unquestionable.

"Old Bao, Old Li, you two will have a much easier time from now on."

With a wink, it's almost as if "involutionary competition, vicious cycle" is written on his face.

"But the biggest benefit is not this, but that we don't have to argue about who is the boss anymore!"

"Because... Lao Hou is here!"

Cao Jiuping raised his voice.
"They served Jie Cheng's senior brother, Jie Cheng's teacher, and Jie Cheng's teacher's senior brother."

"Now you come to serve Jie Cheng again!"

"What do you mean by eunuchs have been passed down for four generations? The bell still exists after the emperor's death! Look, that's the old marquis!"

"If I carry a camera for Guo Fan again, it will be the fifth generation!"

"Authentic Da Dang! Extra pure!"

"Jie Jie Jie~"

The office was in an uproar.

"What's the matter? Why are you laughing so happily?" Zhen Jiecheng pushed open the door and strode in. "In that case, I can't ruin the atmosphere. I might as well add fuel to the fire and make everyone happier!"

"Happier? Why, you fooled a second unlucky guy?" Cao Jiuping came forward, "Who is it? Call him in!"

"Don't talk nonsense. What nonsense? What unlucky guy?" Zhen Jiecheng retorted sternly.

“This is called being proud of seizing every moment, and being proud of having made great achievements. At the last moment, I can say: My entire life and all my energy have been dedicated to the most magnificent cause in the world - fighting for the fragrance of art.”

"How glorious! How noble! How much"

"Come on, Pavel Korchagin was just torturing himself, and you're torturing us!" Ji Jianming interrupted Zhen Jiecheng, "Don't flatter yourself! He~tui, disgusting!"

"That's right! Just shut up! If you use our life span as fertilizer, how can your art not be fragrant?"

People were complaining in various dialects and even foreign languages.

It sounded like a shrew scolding in the street, leaving Hou Yong dumbfounded.

When everyone had finished shouting, he took the initiative to speak in order to adjust the atmosphere:

"Ahem, Jiecheng, didn't you say that adding more fuel to the fire would make everyone happier? Go ahead and tell me."

"Okay, senior brother!" Zhen Jiecheng nodded, then closed the curtains and turned on the projector. "As the old saying goes: labor makes people happy! So everyone, get ready to be happy!"

"Gan!"

"What the heck!"

"Damn it, I knew that a dog could never spit out ivory!"

The office was in an uproar again.

But what was different from before was that when Zhen Jiecheng started playing the slides, the vegetable market turned into an examination room in seconds, and the sudden silence caught Hou Yong off guard!
Looking up, although everyone was sitting casually, their expressions were very serious.

It’s just like the ancient times when an army was marching and fighting, before the great war came!
Wait, not as if!
This is a war!
Thinking of this, Hou Yong felt a wave of heat surging from deep in his heart, and excitement spread throughout his body along with the blood.

That’s right! This is what film and television art should be like!

Every creation is a desperate effort that requires full commitment and does not allow for any slackness or negligence!

"You have all read the script. Now I have a few requests."

The junior brother's tone was very calm, but it was full of unquestionable authority.

That’s right! This is what a great director of photography should look like!

Who else but me can give orders and bully the set?

"Lao Cao, you have the heaviest task in the early stages."

"The apartment where we're filming is almost finished. As for the decoration, I need you to be there to guide and supervise the whole process!"

"No problem." Cao Jiuping nodded.

"The specific requirements are as follows: First, I need a lot of door frames, photo frames, window frames and other frames in the room, and cut the whole room into pieces. This corresponds to the fragmented and intermittent memory loss of Alzheimer's patients."

Hou Yong glanced at the projection. The hand-drawn schematics were already very complicated. But Hou Yong knew very well that his old friend Cao Jiuping's art design work was even more complicated.

How to coordinate lighting and what color tone to use for props;
How to coordinate the lens to create precise composition and dividing lines.

This is just the preliminary preparation work. After the filming starts, the adjustments on the set will be even more terrifying!
As we all know, all the directors of Beijing Film Academy are masters of ideas. During the filming process, they come up with new ideas every now and then, and never follow the routine!
“About the hue.”

"They are warm-toned apartments, cool-toned apartments, and a blue nursing home."

"Lao Ji, take the lighting team to work with Lao Cao on the design."

"Take, for example, the kitchen."

Zhen Jiecheng pressed the mouse and switched to the next slide.

"living room!"

"Dining room!"

“It’s all about the contrast between cool and warm colors!”

“Using color tones and props to distinguish fantasy from reality in people with Alzheimer’s disease.”

"Of course, all the above scenes follow the first point I mentioned, that is, the picture is divided by the ubiquitous frame"

He spoke eloquently and incessantly.

Hou Yong closed his eyes, and all kinds of broken and disordered images appeared in his mind. No, it should be wrong but not disordered! It was a mess carved out of extremely complex and delicate craftsmanship.

“Why does it feel like it combines the complex details of Parasite with the exquisite design of Never Return?”

"Wow, two apartments and a nursing home. With such a small-scale setting, they managed to create something so interesting?"

A glimpse of the whole leopard can reveal a single part; a single leaf can indicate deep autumn.

Unconsciously, Hou Yong had begun to display the same demeanor as the other old men, as if he had been assimilated.

excited;

Eager to try;

Facing the difficult challenge, Hou Yong was full of energy. The only difference was that he was still quite reserved and not "polite" enough.

"Fuck! Didn't you say that I was going to have a day off this time? Why do I still have to work?" After the projection ended, Li Pingbin stood up immediately and protested strongly.

"Hey, I'm afraid you'll be bored, so why not come over and take up the position of art director?"

"Art director? What are you talking about?" Li Pingbin pointed at Bao Dexi's bald head, spit flying, "Old Bao is also an art director, look! Look! He's almost like a wild monk from Africa! Could it be that Tiantian is not only a director but also a hairdresser? Dyed Old Bao's hair a trendy color, emmm, head color?"

"You are a f**king African monk!" Old Bao yelled, "I call this tanning. Do you understand fashion? Do you understand health? You are a Taiwanese country bumpkin!"

"Forget it, go back and practice your Iron Head Skill, or your bald head won't be as good as your tough mouth. Bullshit tanning, you're just doing it for Tiantian to carry the camera!"

"I'm happy to! After all, I carry it for my own apprentice. What about you? You carry it for someone else's student!"

The two old guys started arguing with each other, and then they shifted their focus and attacked Zhen Jiecheng who was acting as a referee and fanning the flames.

"How is it? It's lively, right?" Cao Jiuping patted the stunned Hou Yong and said with a smile.

"Yeah, it's lively!" Hou Yong twitched his lips and added two more words, "Very lively!"

"It's okay, you'll get used to it after a while."

"When you come to our group, some of them are amazing projects, and some are very difficult challenges."

“It will definitely be fun and exciting, but also very tiring!”

Smacking his lips,
"When Jiecheng uses old men, it's really tough!"

"But if you work hard, you get something in return!"

“Besides it was fun to shoot.”

“Friendly reminder: Lao Hou, remember to replace the display cabinet at home and order a bigger one, otherwise it won’t be able to hold the trophy!”

"Brother, how's the Alzheimer's observation going?"

"What? You've been living in a nursing home for the past two months, and you've occupied every room with Alzheimer's patients?"

Zhen Jiecheng was greatly shocked by Lao Zhao's execution ability, and he praised the older generation of performing artists for their artistic ethics.

But what Zhen Jiecheng didn't know was:
"Wife, I also want to stay here during the day to experience life and go home to sleep at night. But there is no other way!" Lao Zhao said with a bitter face, his already fat face became even more ugly. "You don't know, it was so painful to shoot Jiecheng's play."

"It's better for me to endure myself than to be endured by Jie Cheng."

"I would rather spend two more months in a nursing home than spend one more day on the set!"

"Hello, Mr. Feng, I'm Zhen Jiecheng."

"It's like this, there's a role in my new project, and I'd like to invite you to guest star."

"You don't need to prepare too much. You have enough experience to play this role well."

"What experience? Hahaha, the experience of being slapped in the face!"

The scene where Feng Yuanzheng beat Mei Ting was a classic on the screen!
When Feng Yuanzheng made a guest appearance in "A World Without Thieves" that year, he was shocked by Fan Wei's "stuttering" robbery. He had no choice but to raise his index finger and speak in a sissy voice to avoid being completely suppressed.

Now facing Fan Wei’s partner, the King of Sketches!

Zhen Jiecheng is looking forward to seeing what kind of wonderful performance he will put forth when he slaps Lao Zhao in the face.

Just make a few phone calls and all the supporting roles are taken care of.

Apart from Lao Zhao and Jiang Wenli who plays two roles, there are only three main supporting characters left in "The Father Trapped in Time".

An extremely simple lineup and extremely narrow framing.

However, it has become the most complicated maze-like movie of 2020, and its brain-burning level is as high as "Inception"!
This is a test of the director's ability.

Zhen Jiecheng has greater ambitions. In addition to improving the details, he also restructured many aspects such as narrative techniques and the use of montage.

Tone contrast and treatment;

The frame should not only create fragmentation, but also form dividing lines and fill in the composition as an element.

Light processing and camera design.
One plan after another, storyboard after storyboard, put it on paper, throw it into the trash, and repeat.

Florian Zeller was a screenwriter and director of stage plays and other dramas in his early years. "The Father Trapped in Time" is his serious screen debut.

If he can't do better than the original, then Zhen Jiecheng can just pack up and go home, lying down and gaining weight like Liu Yifei!

When we are busy, time always seems short.

In a blink of an eye, the hot August has arrived.

After the Berlin Film Festival announced that Wang Mojing would serve as the chairman of the jury for the main competition unit in 2013, the 63rd edition, Zhen Jiecheng called him immediately and enthusiastically informed him of the relevant matters regarding having his students bring their works to the competition.

Lao Zhao has come to Beijing, but he still spends most of his time in the nursing home during the day, chatting and talking with Alzheimer's patients.

The rest of the time he went to the Central Academy of Drama to study the script and act with Jiang Wenli.

Under the supervision of Cao Jiuping and others, the decoration of the filming apartment underwent various modifications and finally passed Zhen Jiecheng's acceptance temporarily.

“Damn it, the work is finally done!” Hou Yong wiped the sweat from his forehead, which had already become like the shape of “damn it” due to the influence of what he saw and heard.

Hou Yongcai was the busiest during this period. On the one hand, he accompanied Zhen Jiecheng to discuss the shooting plan, and on the other hand, he had to participate in the art design and lighting arrangement, so as to integrate into the team better and faster.

"Jiecheng, when will the camera start?"

"No rush, wait a little longer." Zhen Jiecheng waved his hand.

"What the hell? Still waiting? I say, get started sooner and leave sooner! What the hell are you waiting for!"

"Hehehe, Lao Hou, don't be impatient! Wait until I commit a crime, and then turn on the camera right after I'm done!"

Zhen Jiecheng clenched the plane ticket in his hand, his mind already flying to Qing Island and to the blind box in Cheng Hao's stomach.

"Don't bring a dick!"

"Baby, give mom a favor and let's squat to pee from now on, okay?"

Cheng Hao, who was lying in the hospital, was like chanting a sutra, the only thing missing was beating a wooden fish.

"What are you talking about?" The mother-in-law couldn't bear to listen any longer, but couldn't bring herself to slap him, so she could only stare blankly, "What's wrong with having a boy? In the past, if a family had three sons, no one in the neighborhood would dare to bully them."

"Besides, you can still have more children, right? If this baby isn't a girl, then just keep having the next one!"

"But Jiecheng doesn't want it anymore!" Cheng Hao pouted, "I even fought for the third child."

As they were chatting, Cheng Hao suddenly covered his stomach.

As the doctors and nurses rushed in, the door was closed.

Zhen Jiecheng paced back and forth in the hospital corridor again, just like he did the previous two times.

It wasn't until I heard the nurse who opened the door say "Mother and child are safe" that I felt at ease.

For a moment,
"What the hell? Mother and son?"

"Yes, mother and child are safe!"

"Another son?" Zhen Jiecheng's mouth twitched, "Fuck! I didn't give my son a name!"

Two cries were heard in the ward at the same time.

One is the crying of a baby, and the other is Cheng Hao’s “wailing”.

"Ahhh~husband, the fragrance is gone! It's not fragrant at all!"

(End of this chapter)