My success is all about dog food

Chapter 72 Style (add more)
It's autumn, and the wind is still very cool at night.

After the celebration banquet, Lu An did not choose to continue participating in the rest of the activities, but walked silently towards his room alone.

However, Jiang Mou's generous words at the dinner table couldn't help appearing in his mind!
Unexpectedly, Jiang Mou, as the leading director in China, still has so many difficult feelings.

"call."

Letting out a long breath and rubbing his hands, Lu An told himself not to think about it any further.

The difficulties Director Jiang is facing now are beyond Lu An's ability to intervene and work hard. All Lu An has to do is to learn and grow slowly.

Even if I have a golden finger to provide myself with an excellent script, a good script does not mean a good movie.

It was already eleven o'clock in the morning when we returned to the house, and there was only one message from Zhao Yunqing on the phone.

A cloud in the sky: Uncle, let me know when you get home.

Looking at the time stamp, it was sent after nine o'clock in the evening.

It's a really good feeling to be remembered.

An Zhiruosu: I'm home.

After thinking about it, Lu An added another sentence. ,
An Zhiruo Su: Good night, have a good dream.

After sending the message, Lu An put the phone on the bed, got into the bathroom and prepared to take a shower.

……

The next day, after Lu An woke up, he washed up very quickly, and when he was about to continue to study with the crew, he suddenly remembered that it had already been finished yesterday.

This made Lu An, who had been going to the crew to study on weekends, feel a little overwhelmed for a while, not knowing what to do.

"Om."

At this time, Lu An's cell phone started ringing again, it was Jiang Mou calling.

"Hello, Director Jiang."

"Xiao An, are you awake?" Jiang Mou asked.

"Director Jiang, I just woke up," Lu An said.

"Well, I'll give you an address, you will come over later." Jiang Mou said.

"Okay." Although he didn't know what was going on, Lu An was willing to trust Jiang Mou.

"Lao Jiang, ask Xiao An to bring me some steamed stuffed buns." At this time, Wang Ke's weak voice came from the phone:

"Xiao'an's steamed stuffed bun downstairs tastes really good."

"..."

I went downstairs to help Wang Ke buy buns, and then took the bus to the location given to him by Jiang Mou.

"Xiao An." Seeing Lu An's arrival, Wang Ke waved to Lu An, then ran over, took the plastic bag from Lu An's hand and asked:

"I've been waiting for this steamed stuffed bun for a long time. Lao Jiang really is. The breakfast at the hotel I chose is really bad. I have no appetite at all."

Jiang Mou rolled his eyes beside him, and didn't want to pay attention to Wang Ke.

"Lao Jiang, would you like to have one? It tastes really good." Wang Ke took out a bun and threw it to Jiang Mou and asked.

"You can eat." Jiang Mou shook his head, expressing his refusal.

"Cut, I don't know how to enjoy."

"Xiao An, do you know why I called you here this time?" Jiang Mou asked, looking at Lu An.

Lu An shook his head, he really didn't know.

"Teach you how to edit." Jiang Mou said.

"Edit?" Lu An was a little puzzled.

"Yes, you don't think the movie is over after it's finished, do you?"

"Of course not. It's just that editing should not be left to professionals?" Lu An asked strangely.

"Yes." Jiang Mou nodded and admitted: "As directors, we don't need to master these techniques, such as various special effects and lens combinations, but there is one thing that we must firmly control."

"What?" Lu An heard such remarks for the first time.

"Style." Wang Ke was still stuffed with steamed stuffed buns at this time, so his voice was slightly dull: "Lao Jiang knows how to be tricky all day long."

"..." Jiang Mou glanced sideways at Wang Ke and said, "Can't Baozi stop your mouth?"

The question-style inspiration originally envisioned by Jiang Mou was destroyed by Wang Ke in this way.

"The buns are finished." Wang Ke replied pretending to be innocent, and at the same time showed the transparent plastic bag that originally contained the buns.

Lu An was a little surprised. He brought Wang Ke five buns, but he ate them all in just a short while.

"Xiao An, remember to bring two more for me next time." Wang Ke smiled at Lu An.

"..." Lu An could only helplessly reply, "Okay, Director Wang."

"I'll show you two clips. This is a video of me and Wang Ke taking part in a competition when we were in college. Guess which one was taken by me and which one was taken by Wang Ke."

After Jiang Mou finished speaking, he took out his mobile phone, turned on the player and started playing the video.

The two videos are taken of the lovers parting.

The first video was in the early morning, with withered and yellow leaves falling from the sky, and the bleak autumn wind made the protagonists wrap their clothes lightly.

The second video is in the afternoon, the sun is setting, the camera is gradually zooming out, the figures of the two protagonists seem to be standing in the setting sun, and they look quite magnificent.

"The first video is directed by Wang, right?" Although Lu An was asking, his words were extremely sure.

Jiang Mou smiled, and then asked, "How did you see that?"

Lu An thought for a while, and realized that he couldn't answer this question, so he could only say, "A feeling is just a feeling."

"Stupid boy, this is the style." Wang Ke couldn't help but said:

"My style is so far from Lao Jiang's, it's easy to see."

"Every director has his own style. People with enough experience can guess who the director of this movie is just by watching a clip of the movie. Of course, except for those who deliberately imitate." Jiang Mou told Lu Ann explained:
"The most important thing for a successful director is to have his own style. You take the time to deliberately watch more movies, try to summarize the styles of each director, and then you can start to think about your own style."

"Oh, yes, Director Jiang." Hearing that Jiang Mou had given him a task, Lu An agreed at that time.

"Lao Jiang, isn't it too early to let Xiao An find his own style?" Wang Ke asked aside.

"It's not for him to come up with his own style directly, it's just thinking, it's not a big problem." Jiang Mou waved his hand.

"alright."

Lu An can be regarded as the common disciple of Jiang Mou and Wang Ke, so naturally he wants Lu An to grow better.

Then Jiang Mou and Wang Ke took Lu An to an editing studio.

In front of Lu An, Jiang Mou began to convey his editing request, without shy away from Lu An and Wang Ke next to him.

This is equivalent to passing on all his own experience, which has greatly touched Lu An.

After Jiang Mou finished speaking, Wang Ke also stepped forward to make requests for certain clips.

Lu An stood by and listened carefully, recording all this.

In this way, the whole day was spent in the editing room.

　It's a headache, and I didn't advance. It's too difficult to start.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)