Director of Photography Department of Huayu

Chapter 53: Riding on the Flowers to Freedom

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On the Beijing Film Academy BBS, the Photography Department was proud, and the two words were like autumn wind sweeping leaves, leaving the Directing Department speechless.

"That's too much! These photography department idiots are so arrogant just because they have Wu Chen."

"That's right, you're talking as if we don't have any directors in our directing department. I heard that Senior Brother Lu Xun came back to school today to promote his new movie "Kekexili";
It was recently nominated for the Tokyo International Film Festival, and it's no worse than Wu Chen's. Let's go file a complaint!"

"right"

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"Teacher, I heard that there's another dispute between our Directing Department and Photography Department?"

Lu Xun came back to promote the movie, and his first stop was the dormitory building for retired professors of Beijing Film Academy, where he hugged Jiang Shixiong's thick thighs.

As the mentor of Han Sanping, Huang Jianxin, Mi Jiashan and Xu Haofeng, Jiang Shixiong will definitely be his biggest help in his future career in the film industry.

Jiang Shixiong smiled when he heard this:

"Mu Deyuan has an undergraduate student. Tian Zhuangzhuang told me about it. It's quite a big deal. But it's not really a dispute. It's just the young people acting on impulse."

"What's with all that impulsiveness? The Photography Department has always been vying for legitimacy at the Beijing Film Academy. It's as if everyone knows what you're saying."

Lu Xun disagreed in his heart, but he kept smiling and replied, "Teacher, you are absolutely right. It's my narrow mindset."

Jiang Shixiong nodded with satisfaction. Among the last batch of students before her retirement, Lu Xun left the deepest impression on her.

The words "Teacher, if you want me, I will definitely be your best student" touched her heart.

"Well, it's good that you have this awareness. Go ahead and promote your new movie."

Jiang Shixiong waved his hand, and Lu Xun pretended to be reluctant to leave, looking back every few steps, his eyes red, and finally rushed out the door.

But as soon as he walked out of the building, Lu Xun changed his expression and walked towards the directing department with a proud look on his face.

"Brother Chen, there's a senior named Lu Xun from the directing department who came back to promote the film and gave a lecture on how to shoot a documentary-style feature film.

Should we go over and listen?"

Park Song-il, who was browsing the BBS at this time, suddenly asked.

The three of them turned their eyes to Wu Chen.

“???” Wu Chen raised his eyebrows slightly and was stunned for a moment.

My goodness, what's there to talk about?

Just copy it and it's done.

Could it be that Lu Xun is not even satisfied with copying now and wants to teach others how to copy?
"Forget it." Wu Chen lost interest.

Seeing this, the few people didn't mention it again.

In the directing department, Lu Xun enjoyed the compliments from his junior classmates and listened to their complaints.

"Yes, brother, the photography department is so abominable. They cut in line, stole project funds, and mocked us."

"If you don't know, you might think that Beijing Film Academy was run by their photography department!"

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As Lu Xun listened, he began to weigh the pros and cons in his mind.

He hasn't won any award at the Tokyo Film Festival yet. If he speaks arrogantly now, it would be somewhat embarrassing if he loses. So he just listens for now and finds an excuse to get rid of him.

Thinking of this, Lu Xun smiled and sighed: "It's my fault. I graduated early. Now I have to rely on you to fight for orthodoxy."

"Brother, isn't your film 'Kekexili' going to be released in October? I guess Wu Chen's film will also be released in October. At worst, it's a fair fight."

Suddenly a student made a suggestion, which instantly gained support from many people.

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Lu Xun didn't expect that these junior brothers would be so difficult to deal with. A fair fight?
Is this fairness he wants?

What if you lose?
"After all, I was bullying the weak. If this gets out, the reputation of the directing department will be ruined." Lu Xun spread his hands, full of regret.

"Senior Brother Lu Xun feels a little scared!"

"Yes, he's a real coward. No wonder Jiang Wen was so strong that he couldn't breathe."

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In the audience, some brave directing students were secretly muttering, "Okay, everyone's almost here. Today, let's talk about 'Kekexili'. It's about me and the Tibetan antelope. Ugh, slip of the tongue, it's about the Tibetan antelope hunting."

On the other side, Liu Yifei, who learned the news, did not bother to rest or eat. She picked up her phone and sent a congratulatory message to Wu Chen.

Liu Xiaoli was annoyed and distressed: "Xixi, eat first, then take some time to rest. Look how tired you are from filming. Your hands are all bruised and blue. Are you still playing?"

"Got it? I'll just send a message." After Liu Yifei sent the message, she immediately took the lunch box handed to her by Liu Xiaoli.

"Why are you so happy?" Liu Xiaoli was puzzled. She didn't smile like that when she was filming just now.

"Isn't it good for me to be happy?" Liu Yifei said with a smile, "Today's meal is delicious."

"Delicious?" Liu Xiaoli took a bite and found it was no different from usual. She immediately looked at Liu Yifei suspiciously.

Time flies and it’s February 10th.

Wu Chen and the three main creators boarded a flight to Barcelona.

The plane flew through the clouds, and outside the window was a sea of ​​white. The cabin broadcast played Spanish instructions in a low voice, with an exotic flavor.

Hu Jing beside him half-closed her eyes, holding a Spanish travel magazine in her hand. The cover was the spire of the Sagrada Familia in Barcelona.

Dong Xuan held her head and looked out the window.

Zu Feng sat on the other side of Wu Chen, looking down at a stack of printed film festival schedules, his brows slightly furrowed.

"Relax!" Wu Chen smiled when he saw this.

"Director Wu, you can't relax. Nothing you see feels right." Hu Jing sighed, put down the magazine, and turned to look at Wu Chen.

"It's nearly a 20-hour flight, Sister Jing. You can't possibly stay like this forever. Of course, I have no objection if you're full of energy. I'm going to sleep first."

Wu Chen put on his eye mask and prepared to rest.

The other three looked at each other and could only follow Wu Chen's example and rest.

On October 2, the plane landed at Barcelona Airport.

As I walked out of the cabin, the slightly salty Mediterranean breeze blew in my face, carrying with it the warmth of the sun. The Catalan buildings in the distance glowed golden and red under the blue sky.

Wu Chen walked at the front of the team, walking at his usual pace.

Hu Jing put on her sunglasses and couldn't help but sigh, "This place is really nice, even better than what I saw in the magazine."

We transferred from Barcelona to Sitges, with rolling hills and olive groves along the way. The sunlight shone on the car window, breaking into patches of light.

It was dusk when we arrived at the town.

The streets of Sitges are narrow and charming, the cobblestone roads are worn smooth, the bells of the seaside church echo melodiously, and the air is filled with the fragrance of sea water and pine resin.

The film festival venue is located in the Seaside Theater, and posters of the participating films have been hung at the entrance.

The poster of "The Dark Side" was placed in the corner, with red letters on a black background. The silhouette of Hu Jing rubbing her back in the bathroom was vaguely visible, exuding a strange attraction.

Wu Chen stood in front of the poster, squinting his eyes for a moment, and whispered, "It's a bit off, but Sister Jing's figure is conspicuous enough."

"Then Director Wu, please ask me to shoot more films in the future?" Hu Jing responded with a smile.

Not far away, Johnnie To, Richie Jen and Kelly Chen were standing in front of the poster of "Big Event".

Wu Chen and Johnnie To couldn't help but look at each other, smiled and nodded, which was considered a greeting.

The autumn night is cool, and the starry sky is like ink-inlaid pearls.

The sea breeze blew in the night, waves crashed against the shore in the distance, and fishing lights were faintly visible on the sea.

Wu Chen leaned on the railing of the hotel balcony and couldn't help but recall his past life.

Even though he was extremely talented in his previous life, he was still an ordinary person in the end and did not cause any waves.

The world will always allow ordinary people to exist.

But he didn't want to be ordinary anymore.

"Something has to change."

Wu Chen murmured softly, smiled slightly, looked up at the sky, and finally turned back to the house.

From tomorrow on, he will pick roses in his hands.

The wind blows and the flowers fall.

Ride your horse and step on the flowers towards freedom!
(End of this chapter)