Quan Shao's new wife

Chapter 898 Pain of Death (1)
"I know." Yan Ruoxi nodded vigorously, stood up and said to Morian, "Can we go there? The building of this studio hall is a combination of the best ancient and modern architectural techniques. I want to see it." Look."

"Okay." Morian nodded, took the promised computer, and walked out with Yan Ruoxi.

In the studio, the main creative units from various countries and cities have basically arrived. Some are greeting each other, and some are exchanging details of the show with their teams. The overall look is lively and orderly.

"Eric, sit down, I'll walk around." Yan Ruoxi and Morian whispered to him after they arrived in the hall.

"Don't you need me to accompany you?" Morian looked at her.

"No need, you can read the manuscript again, you are not interested in what I read." Yan Ruoxi shook his head with a smile, and raised the camera in his hand, which means that he will take some pictures related to architecture .

Morian was slightly taken aback, but he didn't expect her to be so considerate, so he nodded slightly: "Then you go. Remember to come here at the beginning."

"Don't worry, you won't get lost." Yan Ruoxi smiled, turned and left with her camera.

Morian sat down quietly, looking at Xu Nuo who had already changed his clothes, and was discussing something with the staff with Wang Zhi.

The low-cut long hair, the light but delicate makeup, and the capable yet charming suit fully set off the confidence in her bright and clear eyes.

At work, she has always been so dazzling.

Morian leaned on the back of the chair, squinting his eyes and looking at her—but he didn't know that Ruoxi was also staring at him blankly not far away.

The lights in the exhibition hall were turned on one by one, the host led the chairman of the organizing committee to give a speech, Xu Nuo's palms were slightly sweaty, he picked up his phone and glanced: Gu Zixi has not heard from him yet.

"Maybe the flight is late." Xu Nuo said to himself, although he wished he could be by his side at this time, he could understand his difficulties.

Ji Feng didn't get any information either, so it seemed that Xu Yan's situation was stable.This reassured her a lot.

Xu Nuo didn't dare to turn off the phone, but directly switched it to the vibration state, waiting for the official start of the show. City B's time ranks fifth, which is a relatively high position for the overall thirty cities.

This position is relatively good, not only avoiding the possible tension at the beginning, but also avoiding the aesthetic fatigue later.

"Next, our show will officially start. For two days, five hours a day, we will give the time and space to our city and the creatives in our city."

After the host left the stage, the lights of the audience were turned off one by one.

In the first four cities, some are magnificent, some are graceful and lingering, with various and modern expressions. Compared with the domestic ones, the level of creativity is indeed much higher; In terms of dimensions, many unexpected highlights have also been added.

It seems to be the work of a newcomer, full of aura.

"Xiao Xu, these films look good." Sitting next to Xu Nuo, Minister Wen said in a low voice.

"Very good, eye-opening." Xu Nuo nodded.

"Our film seems to be more stable." Minister Wen also became a little nervous at this time.

"What the organizing committee looks at is the consistency between the way of expression and the temperament of the city, and the consistency of the theme of the exhibition. As for the use of skills and the sensory impression brought by the screen to the audience, it is second. The weight of scoring will be different." Promised explained softly.

"Oh, then look, is there a chance for our film?" Minister Wen asked in a low voice.

"I don't know, because there are only three episodes released now." Xu Nuo smiled faintly.

"Oh." Minister Wen couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed by his urgency.

"I'm going backstage to get ready, and I'll talk to you later." Xu Nuo looked at Minister Wen and smiled slightly, took the phone and reminder card, and stood up.

"Do you need to bring your phone?" Minister Wen reminded her.

"Yes." Xu Nuo didn't explain, and after slightly bowing at him, he left the seat.

In the auditorium, Yan Ruoxi looked at Morian and asked softly, "We're coming soon, do you want to send a message to Xu Nuo?"

"No need." Morian smiled at her, then turned his gaze to the big screen.

Yan Ruoxi also quieted down, sat obediently beside him and stopped talking.

The creative commentary for the fourth city lasted for 5 minutes. After the end, the film of City B was supposed to be played directly, but there was a silent darkness on the big screen. Three seconds later, the film had not been released yet.

The audience and the organizing committee all stopped discussing the film just now, and all looked at the big screen, wondering if there was something wrong with the equipment.

Four seconds later, a cappella singing of Beijing accent came faintly from a distant place, faintly, from far to near, and then in the corner of the big screen, a tiny Huadan in Caiyi appeared, and with a singing tone , Caiyi Huadan's cloud sleeves stretched from the corner, and then slid away from the middle of the screen. As the singing went away, the entire screen was dark again.

Only this time, no one was surprised. During the two seconds of silence, there was thunderous applause from the banquet—from an artistic point of view, no one would question the technique of the opening five seconds and the black screen for two seconds in the middle. The distant voice, the graceful dancing posture, and the flowing cloud sleeves, the splendor between these two black screens is enough to bring people into the mysterious world of the ancient oriental country.

Next, Beijing's pinyin fonts written in different languages ​​appeared on the screen one by one. To match them, there were explanations in different languages ​​and images of ancient buildings in City B with different impressions——the winding Great Wall, which carried a majestic In the splashed ink Chinese paintings on rice paper, teapots with long spouts are smudged, and the quiet Chinese paintings and moving water flow out of a simple and artistic city B.

The teapot slowly disappears from the camera lens, and the lens slides over the amber tea that is as long as a line, and falls into the big bowl of tea—the tea ripples from the center to the edge of the bowl in circles, and the Beijing Opera in the distance Singing voices came again, and in the center of the rippling water circle, a woman in colorful clothes with heavy makeup came with dancing sleeves.

When the camera slowly zoomed in, the rippling water circles spilled over the entire screen like tea splashes. In the dripping tea and watermarks, on the old black and white stage, lonely famous actors danced and spun, and the light and shadow played ancient gray.

When the camera gradually zoomed out, the famous actors rotating on the stage turned faster and faster, and then the whole stage seemed to turn around—during this turn, all the pictures that appeared just now were scattered in the form of old photos On the screen, it creates a sense of the times like traveling through time and space.

(End of this chapter)