Huayu: From "Good Fortune Across the Sky" to becoming a top star

Tian Xiwei got into the car, and the car slowly started moving.

Her head rested against the car window, her expression indifferent, her gaze fixed on the distance.

Just as Mr. Zhang opened his mouth to say "Cut," Jiang Xun, who was also behind the monitor, grabbed his wrist.

"wrong."

Mr. Zhang was taken aback: "What's wrong?"

Jiang Xun stared at Tian Xiwei's profile on the monitor: "This isn't the melancholy she's looking for; she's clearly just spacing out because she's sleepy."

"That's good enough, isn't it all the same thing?"

Mr. Zhang felt that Tian Xiwei's performance was very good. In the past, the focus of his short films was on the scenery, and the performance of the people was just an embellishment.

Jiang Xun turned and glanced at President Zhang.

There was a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

Don't you have any artistic aspirations?

Mr. Zhang took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it with his back to the wind, took a puff, and handed over the megaphone: "Then you can do it."

Since there was still enough time, he wanted to see what tricks Jiang Xun could come up with.

Jiang Xun took the megaphone and waved slightly to Tian Xi.

Tian Xi jumped lightly out of the car and ran to him: "What's wrong?"

"The emotions aren't right," Jiang Xun said. "This isn't a feature film; there's no backstory to set things up for you. You have to convey the emotions directly through your performance."

"Then how do we act it out?"

Jiang Xun thought for a moment: "Let's keep it simple. Look out the window with a melancholy gaze, and when you're moved, shed a single tear."

Mr. Zhang listened intently from the side, thinking to himself, "You call this simple?"

Tian Xiwei's eyes lit up, and she held up one finger: "Then we can add some props!"

Jiang Xun understood and took a white earphone cable out of his pocket and handed it to her.

"Play Stefanie Sun's 'Encounter'." He raised the megaphone. "In a moment, the cameraman will give Tian Xiwei's phone a close-up, and when she sings 'I'm holding the number plate of love,' she'll shed a single tear. Remember, just one tear."

Tian Xi took a deep breath: "I'll do my best."

Jiang Xun gave her a thumbs up.

She turned and ran to the car.

Mr. Zhang stubbed out his cigarette, wrapped it in a tissue, put it in his pocket, and leaned closer to whisper, "Isn't this too difficult? He's just a student."

"He's got formal training, after all." Jiang Xun stared at the monitor. "This should be alright, right?"

Mr. Zhang didn't say anything more.

"start!"

In the video, Tian Xiwei is wearing headphones and pressing her cheek against the car window.

Her expression gradually darkened, as if an invisible hand was slowly pulling the light away from her face.

Music flowed through my headphones.

Cleverly, she put a short story into her mind.

The person she likes is getting married, but she's not the bride; she's just attending the wedding.

When Stefanie Sun sang "I hear the wind coming from the subway and the sea of ​​people," her eyes began to redden.

When singing "I'm holding the number plate for love"

A tear, like a pearl, slid down and landed right on the edge of the car window, slowly sliding down its curve.

"Has it really made a difference that someone with formal training is like this?" Mr. Zhang exclaimed in amazement.

Jiang Xun's lips curled slightly as he picked up the megaphone: "Passed! Next!"

Staff began to readjust the camera positions.

"Drive the car forward a little further, then brake suddenly. Everyone else stays on the bus, but Tian Xiwei walks to the door, grabs the handle, and takes larger steps. We're going to make a transition here."

The staff members nodded or gave an OK sign.

Mr. Zhang leaned closer again: "What does this mean?"

"Let's do some more location shooting back in the county, and when we're editing, we'll cut to Tian Xiwei boarding the bus at the county bus station." Jiang Xun gestured, "The moment her feet touch the ground, we'll transition from her current appearance to her walking on the grassland in Tibetan clothing."

After hearing this, Mr. Zhang's mouth opened slightly.

He thought he was fairly good at directing, but after Jiang Xun said that, he suddenly realized that this kid was definitely a director's dream.

The image in my mind is crystal clear, and I know exactly what effect I want.

If he learns more about scheduling, he won't need to come next time.

He couldn't help but applaud: "Great! I'm already looking forward to this movie."

The subsequent filming went smoothly.

As evening approached, the final scene began filming.

The film crew set up their equipment in the open space and gathered some dry firewood to start a campfire.

Jiang Xun sat in the center of the campfire, holding a dragon-headed zither in his arms, and sang a Kangding Love Song.

The firelight reflected off his face, flickering on and off.

People dressed in Tibetan clothing and everyday clothes formed a circle around the area, singing and dancing.

Others, like Tian Xiwei, sat quietly to the side, resting their chins on their hands and gazing at Jiang Xun, listening intently.

The flames crackled, and the singing echoed through the valley, carried long by the evening breeze.

……

"Alright, that's a wrap!" Manager Zhang clapped his hands. "Thank you all for your hard work in completing the filming for the day! Let's start packing up the equipment!"

The temperature difference between day and night is large in Xinlong, and it gets very cold in the early morning and evening.

There aren't enough places for everyone to stay in the village, so we need to hurry back to the county town before it gets completely dark.

Jiang Xun and Tian Xiwei were also busy, helping to move the equipment.

Tian Xiwei followed behind him, carrying her tripod, humming the tune of the Kangding Love Song she had just heard: "You're so amazing, Jiang Xun! How can you do everything?"

"Actually, I am the reincarnation of a living Buddha." Jiang Xun said without turning his head.

"I don't believe you," Tian Xiwei pouted, "You weren't even at the temple."

"Fine, don't believe me then."

After collecting the equipment, everyone got into the car in twos and threes.

The distant snow-capped mountains were bathed in the last rays of the setting sun, turning them into a golden hue, like a silent throne.

Tian Xiwei was sitting by the window when a WeChat notification sounded.

She picked it up and saw that it was a salary transfer sent to her by General Manager Zhang.

"Thank you for your hard work, Tian Xiwei," said General Manager Zhang, who was sitting in the front seat.

Tian Xi smiled and said, "It's no trouble at all, thank you, Mr. Zhang. I'll definitely come to Xinlong again in the future."

Jiang Xun sat next to her, looking at the scenery outside the window.

Tian Xi glanced at Jiang Xun, leaned closer to him, and couldn't help but sigh: Time really flies.

"Jiang Xun, will you take Tian Xiwei home tomorrow, or should I find someone to do it?"

Jiang Xun turned to look at Tian Xiwei.

"Mr. Zhang, I'm not in a hurry to leave. I'll wait until the horse racing festival is over before I go." Fearing that Mr. Zhang might be unhappy, Tian Xiwei added, "I can pay for my own room."

"That doesn't matter, keep it if you want," Jiang Xun chimed in. "Once the short film is released, the creators can watch it with netizens in the live stream, create some entertainment value, and increase its popularity."

Mr. Zhang had no objection to Jiang Xun's statement.

Although he hasn't spent much time with Jiang Xun, he no longer treats him like a child, but is more willing to communicate with him on an equal footing.

"Then let's do as Jiang Xun says. After we finish shooting the last scene tomorrow morning, Jiang Xun can come over and we can edit the short film together and release it as soon as possible. Xinlong's popularity has been growing recently, and hopefully the release of the short film combined with the horse racing festival activities will create a huge buzz."

Jiang Xun added, "Then the travel investment company will have money."

Mr. Zhang smiled, beaming with joy: "That's right, many of Xinlong's infrastructure facilities will be improved and completely transformed by then."