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"What a clever thief!"

Master Liang stared at Fang Yu, his eyes completely changed.

It's no longer about elders testing younger generations, but rather a genuine appreciation that springs from the bottom of their hearts.

Several young apprentices nearby also stopped working, their paintbrushes hanging in mid-air, not falling for a long time.

"Wow, she actually answered it correctly?"

"I never even thought of that!"

"The Northeast Lu Ban... he really didn't get the name for nothing."

Fang Yu waved his hand modestly, smiling in a harmless manner.

"Well, I'm just talking theory on paper."

"If I were to actually pick up the plane, I might just crash and make a huge blunder on the spot."

Don't give me that.

Master Liang waved his hand, his tone full of certainty.

"A layman can memorize a few technical terms, but he can't recall the thought process you just described."

"You know exactly how much strain the wood takes, how old material changes its nature, and where it can be moved."

He paused for a moment, then added a sentence seriously.

"Come visit this courtyard often when you have time."

Upon hearing this, the way the young apprentices looked at Fang Yu changed.

Having worked with their master for so long, they knew all too well the weight of the words "Come visit often."

Liu Yifei stood silently to the side, but quietly gave Fang Yu a thumbs-up behind his back.

have to.

This guy's "Old Man Killer" passive skill has been triggered again.

Before those bigwigs in Beijing's film, television, and calligraphy circles could recover, he had already taken down a master carpenter from the Forbidden City on the spot.

Shen Weimin stood three steps away, holding a thermos, and didn't say a word from beginning to end.

But the scales in his heart had already tipped completely.

Fang Yu was able to write lyrics like that.

Now it seems not surprising at all.

This 24-year-old's understanding of traditional culture goes beyond what's written on paper.

He really knows it.

He understands it even better than many people who make a living by claiming to be from traditional culture.

……

After saying goodbye to Master Liang, Shen Weimin led Fang Yu and Liu Yifei deeper into the palace.

The red walls lined the path, and the quieter it became as you walked.

They passed through one palace gate after another, the walls were mottled and the vermilion paint faded.

The blue bricks beneath my feet have been worn dark by hundreds of years of footsteps.

Some of the brick joints still had a thin layer of frost that hadn't completely melted.

"The Yanxi Palace is ahead."

Shen Weimin pointed to the building with a very different style not far away.

"After a fire, the Western-style Lingzhao Pavilion, also known as the Crystal Palace, was built on the original site."

"Unfortunately, the dynasty came to an end before the project was completed."

"In the end, it became an unfinished building."

Fang Yu looked in the direction he was pointing.

The Western-style architectural framework, sandwiched between red walls and yellow tiles, looks out of place.

The grand vision came to an abrupt end just before the dynasty's collapse.

absurd.

It also carries an indescribable sense of destiny.

Fang Yu didn't reply, but just glanced at him a few more times.

Shen Weimin did not continue speaking.

Documentary research is not about listening to a tour guide recite information.

Some things should be left for the creators to see and think for themselves.

After bypassing Yanxi Palace, the group arrived at a more secluded palace garden.

It seems that no outsiders have set foot here for a long time.

The stone path was covered with moss, and in a corner, an ancient tree with gnarled roots shaded half of the courtyard.

The morning sunlight filtered through the branches and leaves, casting dappled patterns of light on the red palace walls.

When the wind blows, the light and shadow sway gently.

Liu Yifei unconsciously slowed her pace.

She stood under the ancient tree, looking up at the sky, which was fragmented by the palace walls and branches.

A gentle breeze blew by, lifting a few stray hairs from her forehead.

Today she was dressed extremely hardcore, in a khaki windbreaker and cargo pants, completely bare-faced.

Yet, standing in this ancient and dilapidated courtyard, its unadorned cleanliness and serene coolness blend wonderfully with the mottled red walls and swaying light and shadow.

Stripped of her polished image in front of the camera, she now resembles a still frame from a film, exuding a captivating sense of story.

Fang Yu paused in his steps.

The next second, he subconsciously reached for his phone in his pocket.

If you don't capture this scene, it would be a wasted trip.

As soon as I reached in, Shen Weimin's voice drifted over from the side.

"This is a closed area; all imaging equipment is prohibited."

Shen Weimin pointed to the corner of the wall.

There was an inconspicuous surveillance camera installed there.

"The whole process is recorded, so don't create trouble for yourself."

Fang Yu froze on the spot.

The phone, which I had only half-touched, had to be obediently put back.

He turned his head, and Liu Yifei happened to be looking over at him, her eyes filled with regret.

Fang Yu clicked his tongue, also feeling it was a pity.

But he's the kind of person who, if the main entrance is blocked, goes around to the side entrance, and if the side entrance is blocked, he climbs out of the window.

His eyes darted around.

He squatted down, put the dusty canvas bag on the ground, unzipped it, and started frantically rummaging through it.

Shen Weimin looked over.

Liu Yifei also curiously took half a step closer.

Fang Yu then pulled out a hard-cover sketchbook and a charcoal pencil.

He waved the notebook in front of Shen Weimin, a hint of smugness on his face.

"Director Shen, if taking photos and videos won't work, this will surely do, right?"

When Shen Weimin saw what was in his hand, he was speechless for a moment.

The camera isn't good, and the phone isn't good either.

However, the regulations do not explicitly prohibit using charcoal for hand-drawing.

The problem is, this kid is taking advantage of loopholes with such righteous indignation!

Liu Yifei gently tugged at Fang Yu's sleeve and whispered a reminder.

"Director Shen is still watching..."

Fang Yu grinned and waved casually.

"It's alright, I'll draw one for Director Shen later too."

Liu Yifei: "..."

Shen Weimin: "..."

Is what he lacks a sketch?

What he lacks now is a theme song composer who can put his mind back on the documentary!

But seeing the undisguised creative desire in Fang Yu's eyes, and then seeing the expectation in Liu Yifei's eyes, Shen Weimin ultimately didn't say the words of refusal.

He remained silent for a few seconds before finally speaking.

"No interior details involving the restoration of ancient buildings can be depicted."

"We cannot disrupt the subsequent field research arrangements."

"A swift and decisive victory."

Fang Yu instantly straightened up.

"Okay! Thank you, Director Shen!"

He immediately found a clean stone step to sit down and spread his sketchbook on his lap.

Hold the notebook with your left hand and the charcoal pencil with your right.

He wasn't serious just a moment ago, but the moment the pen touched the paper, his demeanor changed instantly.

"Fairy Sister, don't move yet."

He looked up at Liu Yifei under the ancient tree.

"In that same position just now."

"Look up at the sky."

Liu Yifei obediently raised her head.

"Yes, make the chin a little higher."

"Get a feel for it."

"Come, feel the sadness at a 45-degree angle."

Liu Yifei almost burst out laughing on the spot.

The moment she opened her mouth, Fang Yu immediately raised his pen to warn her.

"Don't laugh, your expression is going to break down."

"Teacher Liu, please be more professional."

Liu Yifei was both annoyed and amused, and could only raise her head again, trying her best to maintain the previous posture.

The wind blows through the ancient trees.

Stray hairs gently brushed against her cheeks.

Fang Yu lowered his head, and the charcoal pencil quickly landed on the paper.

The rustling sound of friction echoed clearly in the quiet courtyard.

Shen Weimin stood not far away, looking at Fang Yu who was painting, and then at Liu Yifei under the tree.

He lowered his head, unscrewed the lid of the thermos, and took a sip of the tea that was no longer very hot.

I couldn't help but mentally rant:

We invited you to the Forbidden City.

It was for research purposes for the documentary "The Forbidden City".

As they continued picking—

Why are you even doing a photo shoot?