Huayu02 started by making films.

On the way, Han Yi suddenly remembered, "Where's Huang Lei from the acting department? Isn't he teaching students?"

After the two left, in the corridor.

The three professors from the directing, cinematography, and acting departments who had just greeted each other exchanged glances, then turned to the students watching nearby and said:

"Aren't you going back to class? The literature department is practically lording it over us!"

"Spread the word quickly! Han Yi is using students from our photography department!"

"All you do is mess around all day! Go back to rehearsing your play! You never study, and you're always clueless during auditions. No wonder everyone's looking for actors next door."

The students scattered like birds and beasts.

……

Inside Tian Zhuangzhuang's new office in the Directing Department.

Teacher Dai knocked on the door and rushed in, with Han Yi following behind.

He exclaimed excitedly, "Senior Brother Tian, ​​Han Yi's short film has been shortlisted!"

Tian Zhuangzhuang laughed heartily, "I also received a notification from the principal. He even asked if Han Yi was from the directing department."

He then looked at Han Yi and joked, "Han Yi, how about considering switching majors? You can learn more systematically in the directing department."

Han Yi shook his head, then nodded: "Professor Tian, ​​I still prefer the atmosphere of the Literature Department. But after I graduate, can I apply to be your graduate student?"

"It's nothing."

Seeing the two chatting enthusiastically, Teacher Dai couldn't sit still any longer and quickly interrupted, "Senior brother, getting into Cannes isn't the point. I already knew Han Yi would get in."

He handed over the script in his hand: "This is the important part. It's a script written by Han Yi. Please take a look."

Tian Zhuangzhuang sensed the awkward atmosphere, but still took the script: "Are there scripts that the Literature Department can't handle?"

After saying that, he put on his reading glasses and looked down.

Midway through, Han Yi brewed a pot of tea in his office, using Tian Zhuangzhuang's treasured tea leaves.

After a long while, Tian Zhuangzhuang saw the last line of the script and stood up heavily.

He noticed the memory card on the table and said to Han Yi, "Use my computer to watch it. The school just installed it, and I haven't figured it out yet."

Han Yi nodded, walked to his desk, turned on the computer, inserted the card, read the data, and then connected the small speaker.

Soon, a video began playing on the computer screen...

"Play it again," Tian Zhuangzhuang said in a deep voice.

Han Yi clicked to replay.

……

"There are definitely no signs of editing." After confirming this in his mind, Tian Zhuangzhuang asked, "Was it filmed with the new digital camcorder that the photography department bought?"

Han Yi nodded.

"Do you have a backup?"

"no."

Tian Zhuangzhuang breathed a sigh of relief and instructed, "Keep it safe."

"Senior, what do you mean by this?" Teacher Dai asked anxiously. "Give me a straight answer: can this script be filmed or not?"

"Don't rush, junior brother." Tian Zhuangzhuang asked him to sit down, looked at Han Yi beside him, and slowly said, "Let me tell you a story first."

There was a boy who grew up in a courtyard. One day, he noticed that people around him would disappear inexplicably. Sometimes he would see a group of people calling out, going door to door. This continued for a very long time. Later, the boy went outside and discovered that many people had left no trace, like kites in the sky; once the string broke, they drifted away to who-knows-where.

Upon hearing Tian Zhuangzhuang's words, Teacher Dai broke out in a cold sweat and quickly advised, "Senior brother, it's all in the past, don't mention it again. Let's just get along well from now on."

Han Yi knew what Tian Zhuangzhuang was talking about, but he still said firmly, "Teacher Tian, ​​I still want to film it. Even if the result is the same as yours, I'm not afraid."

Tian Zhuangzhuang smiled after hearing this. He took off his glasses, wiped his eyes with his sleeve, and said with satisfaction:

"Alright! Since you're not afraid, let's film it. Give me the script, and we'll 'film A, review B.' I'll be the director; consider it an early graduate student gift from your teacher."

The so-called "shoot A, review B" refers to writing one version of the script, submitting it for review, and then actually filming a different version. Many directors have done this, such as Jiang Wen...

But this did not meet Han Yi's expectations; he was not about to let a fifty-year-old senior stand in front of him.

Moreover—if you're going to take responsibility, you have to see it through to the end.

Han Yi stood up, walked to Teacher Dai and Tian Zhuangzhuang, and bowed deeply: "Teacher Tian, ​​Teacher Dai, I'm sorry to have troubled you. But I want to make this film myself."

Seeing Tian Zhuangzhuang's puzzled look, he said sincerely, "Teacher Tian, ​​I don't care about censorship or being banned from directing. What I'm worried about is post-production. I heard you have connections at the Beijing Film Studio."

If, and I mean if, during or after filming, the Film Bureau issues a ban on me doing post-production, then I'll have to ask for your help.

Tian Zhuangzhuang looked into Han Yi's unwavering eyes and his heart softened. This young man, just like they were back then, feared nothing and no one, except that the film would not be completed and all their efforts would be in vain.

"Okay, I promise you, Han Yi," he said solemnly, "but I have to be listed as the producer."

"good!"

Teacher Dai chimed in, "Add my name to the scriptwriting section. As for the camera and film issues, I'll go talk to Lao Yuan about them."

"Then I'll definitely have to trouble you, Teacher Dai," Han Yi said. "Also, I'd like to ask you two to help me make some connections with the actors. You know, I'm not a very influential person right now."

"They're all minor matters."

"Just give me a list later."

After saying goodbye to Tian Zhuangzhuang, the teacher and student went to the Beijing Film Studio to oversee the post-production of his film "Spring in a Small Town".

......

With someone backing it up later, "Selaginella" had fewer worries. Han Yi began preparing for the female lead's casting.

He got Wang Jinghua's contact information from the acting department's "rubber band" teacher, and then got Fan Xiaopang's phone number from Wang Jinghua. He made a call and found out that she was in Hong Kong.

So Han Yi wrote a letter and sent it via SF Express.

……

The following morning, the Hong Kong film crew of "The Lion Roars".

Fan Xiaopang, who plays "Princess Ping'an," is getting her makeup done in the dressing room. The makeup artist beside him, looking impatient, mutters in Cantonese:

"This woman is such a hassle. She complains about this makeup and that it's too heavy."

Then, turning to Zhang Baizhi, who was putting on makeup, he said, "Our Hong Kong girls are still prettier."

Zhang Baizhi smiled but didn't reply. Fan Xiaopang, who understood Cantonese, clenched his fists secretly, cursing inwardly:

"You think I don't understand Cantonese? Fine, shut up, I'll put up with it."

Just then, a commotion arose outside the film set. A chorus of greetings rose from the crowd:

"Hello, Brother Bao!"

"Brother Bao is brilliant!"

"Hello, Brother Jin!"

Fan Xiaopang knew immediately that it was that pig visiting the set again. She forced a smile and greeted him, "Hello, Brother Bao, what brings you to the set today?"

Bao Ge grinned greasyly, "Of course I want to invite you to karaoke tonight! Are you free?"

Seeing the other person's arrogant expression, Fan Xiaopang politely declined, "I'm really sorry, Brother Bao, I haven't been feeling well these past few days."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a henchman jumped out and yelled, "You bastard, don't push your luck! Brother Bao is doing you a favor by inviting you to dinner; in the past, you wouldn't have had a choice..."

Zhang Baizhi tried to smooth things over, saying, "Little Fatty hasn't been feeling well these past few days. How about I go with him next time, Brother Bao?"

Seeing Fan Xiaopang repeatedly make excuses, Bao Ge's temper flared up, but he still kept his voice down: "Next time? If you don't come again, 'The Lion Roars' won't need you anymore."

"Who do you think you are? The director hasn't even spoken yet!" Fan Xiaopang retorted loudly, his temper flaring up.

I came here to film a movie, and I've put up with this for so long. You want to cut my scenes with just one sentence? What gives you the right?!

Director Ma Hao was actually right behind Bao Ge, but his large frame blocked his view. He poked his head out, his face stern, and said, "Little Fatty, what Bao Ge says is what I mean!"