Huayu: Start by asking ex-girlfriends for alms

Chapter 364 Finishing

Under the dome of the Sistine Chapel in the Vatican, Michelangelo solidified the divine light of Genesis with pigments and plaster.

Six hundred years later, James Turrell built a temple of light with concrete in the Roatan crater in Arizona, deconstructing natural light and gravity in the building volume.

Vermeer installed a camera obscura in his studio in Delft, allowing the sky at 52 degrees north latitude to project an indescribable grid of projections on the frosted glass.

In "Pierrot le fou", saturated colors and shadows dance a death tango, filling every frame with existentialist declarations of light and shadow.

From sculpture to architecture, from fine arts to the silver screen, the art of light and shadow is innumerable.

It is never just a game of light and darkness, but an eternal game between the artist's rationality and sensibility on the canvas of time and space!

Zhen Jiecheng watched the surveillance footage again, with a group of old guys leaning close to him.

"Pretty!"

“A dialogue between fantasy and reality, a collision between aging and youth.”

Cao Jiuping gave Li Pingbin a thumbs up.

"Old Li, great photos!"

Then he pointed his thumbs at Bao Dexi and Hou Yong.

"The camera movement scheme designed by you guys is amazing!"

"No, no, no, it's Lao Ji's lighting that's good!" Bao Dexi shook his head modestly, "It's not just the contrast between cold and warm tones, but also the hazy distortion and deep cruelty. The color temperature is just right!"

"For an old man on the verge of death, his shadow is his childhood deep in his memory. Death is the end, and rebirth is the beginning. This is a cycle."

"For the young caregiver, the shadow represents her future life stages. From innocence to tenderness and love, the glory of motherhood is the eternal poetry of life!"

“Too much content and thinking are all integrated into the interweaving of light and shadow in just a dozen seconds!”

As Bao Dexi spoke, he gave Ji Jianming a thumbs up.

"Old Ji, what a monkey!"

"No, this is not just my achievement!" Ji Jianming happily turned his gaze to Cao Jiuping, "If it weren't for Lao Cao designing the art plan over and over again, over and over again..."

"Stop, stop, stop!" Zhen Jie honestly couldn't bear to listen any longer, "I say, are you guys interesting?"

"You praise me, I praise you, are we praising each other?"

"Who came up with the idea? Me!"

"Who wrote the script? It was me too!"

"Who made the final decision on the plan? It was me!"

"Do you want us to praise you too?" Li Pingbin raised his eyebrows.

"Are you upset because I didn't blow on you?" Bao Dexi touched his bald head.

"The old man finally got the shot, but you're not allowing him to be proud of it?" Cao Jiuping winked at Ji Jianming and smacked his lips, "Tsk tsk tsk, and then he's feeling wronged!"

"Alas, who said it wasn't true!" Ji Jianming sighed and turned to Hou Yong, "Old Hou, what's going on with your Beijing Film Academy? Why are there so many dirty things?"

"You blame me for the bad feng shui?" Hou Yong spread his hands, LeBron James, "I'm just a fucking laborer carrying a camera now. The dirty ones are the ones holding the loud speaker, I'm clean!"

Zhen Jiecheng: (Д)ノ

"That." Liu Yifei spoke weakly. Seeing so many eyes gathered around her, she raised her arm nervously but firmly and gave a thumbs up. "Senior, great!"

"Go away, what does this have to do with you?" Zhen Jiecheng waved his hands in disdain.

Others don’t brag, so why do you?
Do you need to brag? Do you think you are your mother?

Hearing the strange laughter of those old guys, Zhen Jiecheng's face turned even darker.

"All I do is eat and lie down all day long."

"Look at your round face, it's almost as round as Guo Degang's. What's the matter? Do you want to tell crosstalk too?"

"You are only allowed to watch the dinner tonight, but you are not allowed to eat!"

"Hurry up and lose weight. I'll have a task for you then!"

Hearing this, Liu Yifei's eyes lit up as she pouted.
"Mission? Senior, what mission?"

"The mission of twisting the big butt!"

"what?"

Since he has agreed to his adopted son's request, Zhen Jiecheng has to make preparations for the Spring Festival Gala in advance.

In addition to continuing to support Lao Zhao, Liu Yifei also participated in the planning.

Even with Yang Mi, Liu Shishi, Tang is not good enough. The "Tang" level of the Great Tang Poet is too low and does not match.

Then let's use "sugar"! Let Tiantian join in and reorganize the big sugar poet.

Although Tiantian is now a director, it is a bit inappropriate for her to mingle with actors, but when the senior asks her for help, can she refuse?

Four young and beautiful girls matched their clothes with corresponding styles according to their personal temperament, and all of them were slim fit.

Then they danced and sang on the stage. How pleasing to the eyes? How festive? How could ordinary people not be happy watching this?

The more Zhen Jiecheng thought about it, the more feasible it seemed to him, but he only thought about it for a moment before throwing it out of his mind.

The focus of my work nowadays is movies, even the biggest star has to queue up behind me!
The day's holiday passed quickly and filming resumed.

When he came to the set again, Feng Yuanzheng, who was still troubled by "lack of sleep", gave an amazing performance. He took over Lao Zhao's role and was not at all inferior.

Instead, he took advantage of the impact of insomnia. The anxiety of not being able to sleep turned into a restrained coldness. His stiff face pulled at his dark eye bags, making his eyes look even more frightening.

"Snapped!"

A slap that was neither too heavy nor too light.

The nature of humiliation gleams in the reflection of the toothy smile.

"Snapped!"

Another slap.

Instead of following the script, he stopped Lao Zhao halfway through his lines!

"Impromptu performance?" Zhen Jiecheng's eyes lit up behind the monitor. "Not bad! This slap was very tasteful!"

Lao Zhao reacted quickly and made adjustments in time. He condensed many emotions such as being at a loss, nervous, helpless, and panic into a series of micro-expressions and body language such as evasive eyes and trembling lips.

The best part is that it is mixed with a hint of cautious flattery and begging.

"Pass!"

There's no need to nitpick. Feng Yuanzheng only came to make a cameo appearance and didn't even ask for any remuneration. How could Zhen Jiecheng treat him the same way Jiang Wen treated Cheng Kun in "Let the Bullets Fly"? It's so rude!
Don’t be too Jiang Wen in life!
Thinking of this, Zhen Jiecheng took off his sunglasses, smiled and gave Feng Yuanzheng a thumbs up.

"Teacher Feng, you performed well!"

"As expected of a talented artist from the National Theatre of China!"

"In my opinion, who else can be the future president of the National Theatre of China but you?"

"Director, you're too kind." Feng Yuanzheng let out a long sigh and shook his head quickly, "How can I be the leader of the People's Art Theatre? I'm still far from it."

"No, no, no, Mr. Feng, you are not bad in any way! Next time when there is a suitable script and a suitable role, I will definitely find you!"

Feng Yuanzheng: o(Д)っ!
The smile of finishing the guest role froze on the corner of his mouth instantly.

It was clearly the height of autumn when the heat of the year was at its worst, yet I felt as if I were enveloped in the chill of the coldest days of winter, and every pore in my body was trembling.

After a long pause, he finally managed to squeeze out four words. "Thank you, Director."

"Brother Zhao, the slap I gave you just now was a bit too heavy. Please bear with me."

"Hahaha, Xiao Feng, how can a professional actor like you say such unprofessional things?" Lao Zhao didn't care. "As an actor, isn't it normal to get slapped in the face? If not in the face, then slap the air?"

"By the way, congratulations, Xiao Feng. You caught the director's eye with just a cameo appearance. You won't have to worry about not having high-quality roles to shoot in the future!"

"Brother, well..." Feng Yuanzheng paused, then spoke haltingly, "To be honest, after so many guest appearances this time, I have deeply realized the inadequacy of my abilities."

"So next I plan to concentrate on drama and polish myself."

"If I occasionally take on acting roles, they are mainly TV dramas."

"So, regarding Director Zhen's acting invitation," Feng Yuanzheng smiled shyly, "Brother, you know that if your level is not up to par, you should try not to appear on the screen. It's okay to embarrass yourself, but it's not good to cause trouble for Director Zhen."

As he was speaking, the cell phone in his pocket rang.

Feng Yuanzheng picked it up, took a look, and quickly picked up the suitcase.

"My wife is here to pick me up!"

"Bye, bro!"

"Hey, wait, Xiao Feng, have dinner before you leave!"

"No, brother. I have an emergency at home. Next time, definitely next time!"

Looking at Feng Yuanzheng's back as he almost ran away, Old Zhao curled his lips.
"Run? If you can run away from the monk, can you also run away from the temple?"

"If you're being targeted by sunglasses, it's useless even if you drive 80 mph on the highway. If they come to you one day, will you still be able to refuse them?"

"Hehe, I am still decisive. I will retire from the entertainment industry and prevent future troubles!"

He raised the corners of his mouth and hummed a tune.

Old Zhao walked away with his hands behind his back, head held high and chest puffed out, like a big rooster.

"Click."

"Guarantee one."

"Pass!"

Loud speakers were heard from time to time on the set.

As the filming was already going more and more smoothly, everyone could clearly feel that the progress was still accelerating, as if they were rushing to meet a deadline.

The one who felt it most obviously was Jiang Wenli.

The blockage of the trench became more and more serious with the increasing accumulation of sticky mud, and it was urgently needed to dredge it vigorously and inject water into the pipes to dilute and drain the sewage.

However, every night when I prepared to go to the patient's home for consultation, I was always unable to get an appointment.

One old man after another occupied all of the doctor's free time until late at night.

"It's all your fault for not praising Jiecheng that day!" Li Pingbin held his waist and glared at Bao Dexi, "Now he's taking revenge!"

"It's none of my business. It was you who started it! You were the one who took the lead!"

"Alright, alright, stop arguing." Ji Jianming interrupted. "In my opinion, although it is very tiring to hold meetings every night to finalize the subsequent filming plan, if you think about it from another perspective, wouldn't wrapping up the filming quickly be like being freed early? The sooner you die, the sooner you can be reborn!"

"I don't think so!" Hou Yong shook his head. "Is it possible that finishing quickly means that the next job can be done earlier?"

After the words were spoken, there was silence.

After a long while, Cao Jiuping finally spoke up to interrupt.

"Hey, what's wrong with Jiecheng? Why is he so anxious all of a sudden? This has never happened before!"

"Who knows? Anyway, I've gotten used to it." Hou Yong stretched himself. "All directors at Beijing Film Academy are like this. They come up with new ideas every now and then during filming, not just changing the script or the plan. Okay, everyone, go back to sleep. Stay alert, because you'll have to work harder tomorrow!"

"Fuck! Damn Beijing Film Academy director!"

"Fuck! The director of Beijing Film Academy is really fucking stupid!"

"That's right, they are all beasts, bastards, and bastards."

Hou Yong was dumbfounded, listening to the complaints one after another. He didn't know whether to respond or not.

Just as he was about to say something, he noticed that a few old guys were staring at him.

"Wait, why are you looking at me?"

"Who else are you looking at?" Cao Jiuping spat, "He~tui! The most troublesome and the most despicable bastards produced by your photography department!"

Hou Yong: 0.0
Time passes day by day.

The river was dry and thick, thick and dry again. But even though Jiang Wenli's eyes were glued to the river until she felt choked, she never looked forward to the day when the river would be cleared and filled with water. (The wind was strong, I dare not write)

The Yangshi Spring Festival Gala department seemed to have received the news about the adopted son and called excitedly. Although they did not receive a positive response, they were already very happy that they were not rejected immediately.

Even as early as July 7, Yangshi officially announced on Weibo the news that Ha Wen would be re-elected as chief director. Ha Wen also reposted it and joked, "There is no thinnest, only thinner!" to express the hardships of being the director of the Spring Festival Gala.

As we all know, the relationship between whether the announcement is formal and the execution results is very flexible, because withdrawal can be formal, and adjustment can also be formal.

For this reason, Yangshi paid special attention to the shooting progress of the set. On the day of the final shooting of "The Father Trapped in Time", a working group was sent in at the right time. In addition to Sister Ni, the leader was also the dignified and sweet Hu Die.

"Wow, Brother Jie looks so cool in sunglasses!" Hu Die's eyes lit up.

"Normal! A big director has his own aura, how can he not have style?" Sister Ni couldn't help but think of her ex-boyfriend, who used to wear sunglasses from time to time. So her tone was a little low, "What's more, Jiecheng has thick eyebrows, big eyes, and regular facial features."

"Sister Ni, it seems like everyone is very self-aware. Although Brother Jie didn't say a word, everyone took the initiative to fully tighten their strings and put in enough effort."

"What the hell? Consciousness?" Sister Ni twitched her lips. "Emmm, Hu Die, haven't you heard about the story of sunglasses recently?"

"The story about the sunglasses? No! I'm busy enough with Morning News, so I don't have the leisure to find out the story."

"Then you can ask around later, and then you'll know why everyone is so conscious and proactive." Sister Ni smacked her lips.

"One ink breaks your heart, two inks break your bones."

"Three inks come together as one, and the funeral furnace fire burns."

"The ghost enters the underworld to inquire about the prisoners."

"I just realized that the eighteen levels of purgatory are not as complicated as the sunglasses and torture instruments!"

"Ah?" Hu Die was confused, but before she could come to her senses, a loud speaker suddenly rang in her ears.

"Pass!"

“I declare that the filming of The Father, Trapped in Time, is complete!”

The set was instantly filled with excited shouts, wait, it seemed not so much excitement as it was the howling of ghosts and wolves to vent!
Hu Die became even more confused until she felt her clothes being pulled several times.

"Don't be in a daze, hurry up and get ready, and try to take down your brother Jie in one fell swoop later!"

"Sister Ni, don't talk nonsense. I am one year younger than Brother Jie, and he...he only likes older ones."

"No, you're wrong. He likes mature, good-looking, and attractive girls." As she spoke, Sister Ni glanced in Jiang Wenli's direction, "Hurry up, don't let other girls get in the way. Emmm, someone got there first!"

As we all know, Sister Ni hated two things in her life.

1: Mistress.

2. A bridge to communicate with fellow students.

As we all know, the "friendship between Teng and Chen" vividly describes the friendship between directors of Beijing Film Academy, and is the best proof of the mutual love between alumni of Beijing Film Academy!
(End of this chapter)