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"Of course, so far... no freshman has participated in this competition."

"so……"

So in fact, it is understandable that Pan Yan and Yan Si refused to agree - Xie Zhi was going to say so - but at the moment he was about to speak, he suddenly thought of the last update, his own script The moment of victory.

"So." Xie Zhi corrected himself, "I think we're fine."

So what if there is no freshman to participate?Wouldn't it be enough for them to participate?

Anyway, the audience will only watch the movie whether it is good or bad, no one will suddenly care about the age of the screenwriter or director, right?

Xie Zhi feels that he has been a little drifting lately, as if there is nothing in the world that Xie Zhi cannot accomplish; to be honest, the two incidents of the battle and the kiss just now ignited Xie Zhi and let him let go of all his worries , with courage, said this thing.

But now, since he said it, Xie Zhi will definitely do it.

Xie Zhi took out a bottle of wine from that wine bottle, took the bottle and opened it. When opening the wine bottle, through the glass bottle, Xie Zhi saw a crooked figure.

Xie Zhi's heart moved slightly - he admitted that he was really impatient, anxious to fulfill the promise he made to Yan Si at the seaside.

If the world-class actor can't return it for the time being, then give it to a domestic-level actor first.

Xie Zhi hopes that he will write quickly, and when Yan Si is younger, he will go to a height that no one of his age has ever reached.

Xie Zhi lowered his head and poured himself a glass of wine - there is nothing wrong with being a late bloomer, but that was not the script Xie Zhi wanted to write for Yan Si.

After listening to that sentence, Yan Si saw Xie Zhi pouring the wine, poured it on himself, smiled and stretched out his hand to hold his wrist.

Yan Si tugged Xie Zhi's wrist to turn his wine glass over, the bubbling wine slanted down and poured into the glass that Yan Si had placed under Xie Zhi's glass long ago.

Yan Si poured half a glass of Xie Zhi's wine for himself, then collided with Xie Zhi's glass, pressed the drink to his lips, and said with a smile: "I will participate——husband, husband, there is no room for me not to participate."

"Are you so powerful!!!" Pan Yan couldn't help but sighed, then he directly raised the wine bottle and came over to collide with the glasses of the two of them, "However, I like this kind of stressful things-I'm a shareholder, this wave is not good. Sorry, cheers, cheers!"

In order to prove his determination to become a shareholder, Pan Yan blew a bottle, and in the end he was so drunk that he gave Xie Zhi and Yan Si a breakdance on the street.

The breakdancing clip captured by the paparazzi the next day became a trending search. Director Pan Da's work became popular before it became popular, which is really dumbfounding.

On Monday, Xie Lili used to go to the reference room to borrow books. Before borrowing books, he went to Professor Wang's office to get his card.

There were a few students sitting in Professor Wang's office. Seeing Xie Zhi passing by and looking inside, he smiled and waved to him, signaling him to go to the next door to read first.

Xie Zhi nodded, and went to the next door to read the book for a while. Professor Wang stepped into the reference room and tapped on Xie Zhi's desk. Xie Zhi raised his head, quickly bookmarked the script he was reading, closed it, and walked out with Professor Wang.

Professor Wang helped him to borrow books first, and then took him to his office—the place where the students were sitting in the reception area of ​​the office, now there are three cups of uncollected tea cups, obviously Professor Wang brewed them for them just now.

Professor Wang is strict in his studies, but he is very kind to his students. At this moment, he asked Xie Zhi to sit in front of his desk and made him a cup of Biluochun.

"The Ballad of Buster Scruggs?" Professor Wang glanced at the cover of the script that Xie Zhi was holding, "It's a good movie, I like it very much—have you read all the best screenwriters in Venice?"

"I've finished reading." Xie Zhi said obediently, "The next step is to brush Berlin."

Professor Wang nodded in satisfaction, admiring Xie Zhi's down-to-earth learning style, and then asked: "Then how did you think about the last competition?"

Xie Zhi's expression moved slightly.

"It doesn't matter, whether you want to go to the team of senior brother or senior sister, the other party will have no idea." Professor Wang thought he was afraid of this, and quickly comforted him, "I watched these two children grow up, I am very relieved .”

"Yes." Xie Zhi said, took the schoolbag and unzipped it, "Professor Wang, thank you."

A trace of unclear emotion flashed across Professor Wang's face, then he looked at Xie Zhi quietly, waiting for his next sentence.

Xie Zhi took out a transparent document bag from his schoolbag, took out a piece of paper inside, stood up, and handed both hands to Professor Wang behind the desk.

Professor Wang saw the title on the top——"Beijing Film Academy's Third National College Student Film Festival·Registration Form".

Professor Wang took the registration form and was taken aback for a moment, seeming to have a flash of a smile.

It really passed by in a flash, and Professor Wang's smile disappeared immediately, and he just looked at the registration form quietly and silently.

"Thank you very much for threading the needle for me." Xie Zhi said sincerely, "But I've already made up my mind——I want to participate in this competition by myself."

Xie Zhi watched Professor Wang read his handwritten registration form as solemnly as if he was reading some important document, and couldn't help his legs trembling a little.

Xie Zhi was actually very disturbed in his heart.

At the beginning, the reason why Professor Wang asked him to form a team with his seniors and seniors as a probationer for a year may be that he hoped that he would learn first and then do it.

Perhaps Professor Wang will think that he is eager for quick success and quick benefits, and his morality is not worthy.

But none of that matters.

Most importantly, this is what Xie Zhi wants to do.

Xie Zhi carefully looked at Professor Wang's expression, but apart from that flashing smile that was unknown whether it was real or not, he couldn't see Professor Wang's real emotion at all.

Time passed minute by minute.

Professor Wang raised his head and glanced at Xie Zhi - when he raised his head, there were deep wrinkles on his forehead, which aggravated his sense of wisdom.

"In fact, this is the answer the teacher wants." Professor Wang said to Xie Zhi.

The next moment, Professor Wang lowered his head again, took out a pen from the pen holder, pulled off the cap, and hung the nib in the column of the tutor's name on the Xie Zhi registration form.

"You are only a freshman, and you have not been properly assigned a tutor." After Professor Wang finished speaking, he smiled and wrote, "Then——I will be the first to take the position of your tutor."

With Professor Wang's affirmation, coupled with the desire to push Yan Si to the position of actor in his heart, Xie Zhi devoted almost [-]% of his energy to writing the script except for attending classes.

The films at the College Student Film Festival are different from real films, and only need 10 to [-] minutes of film time, but this does not mean that Xie Zhi’s pressure is light.

From the topic selection at the beginning, to the drafting in the later stage, to repeated study and revision, the fall of the autumn rain brought cold air, and then the heating of the whole city of Beijing was supplied overnight. At the end of the period, Beijing began to snow In the winter season, it snows every day.

Xie Zhi stayed at home writing scripts when he had no classes, and he never had any diplomacy other than going to his in-law's house for dinner. Even if he accompanied Yan Si to catch events in different places occasionally, he would always hold the script in his hand and keep revising it.

Yan Si was a little worried that he was going to be sick, so he tried to lure him out to play, but Xie Zhili ignored it—so the two of them basically played at home, with bathtubs or beds or floor-to-ceiling windows, to relieve stress and relax.

At the beginning of January, the final exam was just around the corner, and it snowed heavily after nightfall in Beijing.

Yan Si had just put the eggnog he had prepared for Xie Zhi on the table, and was about to arrest someone in front of the printer, when he received Pan Yan's WeChat.

I love Yaya: [Brother Meng, I want to tell you a great news!Hurry up, hurry up, performance department building 402, see you soon! 】

Yan Si went over to tell Xie Zhi, but the latter ignored the message at all; Yan Si could only hold Xie Zhi in his arms and feed him eggnog, and then saw the laser printer swallowing and printing paper, and a manuscript was being printed. out.

The last piece of printing paper was spit out by the printer, just as Xie Zhi was about to bind it, the documents all over the place were grabbed by Yan Si.

"I come."

Yan Si was familiar with the road and took a large stapler to Xie Zhi to bind it. He tapped the staples on the back twice to make sure that he would not scratch his hand, and then handed it to Xie Zhi.

Xie Zhi leaned on something casually, and read the script directly. The room was terribly quiet, only the sound of pages turning could be heard.

After more than half an hour, Xie Zhi closed the last page, closed his eyes tightly, and then opened them suddenly: "Okay!"

Xie Zhi opened his eyes, and suddenly felt something was wrong, he patted the cushion behind him a little, and then realized——

Xie Zhi turned his head abruptly, and finally saw Yan Si who had been sitting stiffly just now, acting as a human sofa for him.

"I just—" Xie Zhi asked.

"It's not important." Yan Si reached out to hug him, took out the script from his hand, caressed the cover, and asked in a low voice, "Are you ready?"

"Okay!" Xie Zhi's attention was successfully diverted by Yan Si, he took the script and stood up from the ground, "Come on, let's show it to Pan Yan."

Almost all of Xie Zhi's attention was focused on letting Pan Yan see the script. After speaking, he wrapped the script without wearing any clothes or scarves. He changed his shoes at the door and hurriedly prepared to rush outside.

Fortunately, Yan Si reacted quickly and took off the coat thrown on the hanger in the entrance, followed Xie Zhi out, and wrapped him in the coat before he left the warm corridor, which prevented the screenwriter Xie from The freezing Beijing was frozen into a stick.

The two hurried to the school, and when they reached the downstairs of the director department, [-] minutes had passed since Pan Yan sent the message.

It was snowing heavily in the sky, and Pan Yan stood in front of the director's department building and turned around. A snowman was built in the snow beside the building, with a mournful face, and he could tell who made it at a glance.

It seems that Pan Yan has really waited for a long time, and the wait is a bit boring.

"Two brothers!!" Pan Yan turned around twice, and suddenly saw Yan Si and Xie Zhi under the streetlight, with tears in his eyes, he rushed straight away, "You guys are finally here!!! You agreed to hurry up?? Say What about good speed???"

While talking, the three of them arrived at the gate of the director's department. Yan Si took out a towel from his schoolbag and handed it to Xie Zhi to wipe his clothes. Xie Zhi just wiped it twice when he saw snowflakes falling on Pan Yan's shoulder.

There were large snowflakes on Pan Yan's left and right shoulders, which were obviously piled up by constantly probing in the wind and snow. Xie Zhi hurriedly provided Pan Yan with his towel.

"What's the situation." Xie Zhi asked, "Can't we just wait inside?"

"Absolutely not!" Pan Yan took the towel, wiped it carelessly twice, and threw the towel to Yan Si, with an uncontrollable excitement on his face, "A great thing happened! How could it be possible to hold back indoors?" Waiting for you??"

"Good thing?" Yan Si asked, "What is it?"

Hearing Yan Si's question, Pan Yan just smiled mysteriously, without saying a word, turned his head and left.

Yan Si and Xie Zhi knew that Pan Yan probably wanted them to follow, so they put away the towels and followed Pan Yan.

Pan Yan walked a few steps ahead, swinging a bunch of keys, and made a very annoying noise in the silent corridor in the middle of the night; but what was even more annoying was that Pan Yan sang in a strange singing voice: "Yesterday's me, you Just ignore it, you can't afford me today."

Yan Si: "..."

Xie Zhi: "..."

Yan Si looked up at the empty corridor, snapped his knuckles, and was about to find a suitable place to beat up his director.

However, after Pan Yan went up two steps, he suddenly put away the key, and stopped singing eccentrically.

Pan Yan led Xie Zhi and Yan Si into the corridor on the fourth floor, and when they reached a door next to the window, he said to them, "Close your eyes."

"What is mysterious?" Xie Zhi asked.

"No matter, close your eyes quickly." Pan Yan repeated.

Xie Zhi and Yan Si looked at each other, and decided to listen to Pan Yan; the two closed their eyes, and in the darkness, Xie Zhi heard a sound of keys, and then the door opened and the lights turned on.

A slightly dazzling white light lit up in front of his eyes, and he could feel the light through his eyelids.

Xie Zhi felt that Pan Yan pulled him, brought him closer to the light source, and then dodged behind him.

"Okay." Pan Yan said behind the two of them, "Open your eyes."

Xie Zhi opened his eyes graciously, and immediately saw the place where Pan Yan led them to - a small room of about five or six square meters, with yellowed walls and long-colored curtains, which looked old; the door faced There is a small sofa against the right wall, a desk on the left wall, a plastic chair under the desk, and a desktop mac on top, plus a large-capacity hard drive.

"How is it?" Pan Yan's triumphant voice sounded, "This will be our secret base from now on."

"This is the special editing room for your director department?" Xie Zhi remembered some information, "Didn't it say that graduate students have their own editing room?"

"That's right!" Pan Yan patted the shoulders of the two people, pushed them into the door, let them sit on the sofa, and sat on the plastic stool by himself. Not come down, but well, as long as the skill is deep, the iron pestle can be ground into a needle—the ancients never deceived me."

As Pan Yan said, he opened a can of wine and gave it to Yan Si, and then threw away the unopened can and gave it to Yan Si, letting him decide whether to give it to Xie Zhi.

"You guys don't know how many competitions I've participated in and how many nights I've stayed up for this small editing room—and I've finally paid off and obtained this key." Pan Yan said while drinking, facing Yan Si and Xie Zhi With emotion, "It's all to give you a surprise!"

Xie Zhicai took a sip of Yan Si's wine, and when he heard Pan Yan's emotion, which was like the surging sound of speeches under the national flag, he almost spit out his wine.

Swallowing the wine quickly, Xie Zhi raised the beer can and drank a glass with Pan Yan.

"Not bad." Xie Zhi said, "I like this surprise."

Pan Yan chuckled, but didn't speak.

"So, I also want to give you a surprise." Xie Zhi said, put down the beer can, spread his palms upwards, and handed it to Yan Si.

Yan Si looked at Xie Zhi's style as a young master, and couldn't help laughing, but he took out his script from his schoolbag without any complaints, and put it in his palm.

When Pan Yan saw the script, he sat up instantly, put down the can of beer, wiped his hands with a napkin, and then went to pick up Xie Zhi's script.

The barbecue on the table became stale in an instant, and the wine was not worth drinking anymore. Pan Yan held the script and started to read, Xie Zhi and Yan Si waited for him without eating, the sound of snow outside the window was loud, and it came into the room, turning pages with the script The sound of books is intertwined.

After more than an hour, Pan Yan closed the script, jumped up from the plastic stool, and was about to rush out.

Pan Yan only took two steps before being pulled back by Yan Si.

"What are you doing?" Yan Si joked about the script, "Are you going to sell the script before anyone else has read it?"

"No!!" Pan Yan looked anxious, snatched the script from Yan Si's hand like a treasure, and hugged it in his arms, "I'm in a hurry to go back and draw storyboards! This book is so good, I have a lot of storyboards I want to draw!!"

Pan Yanren was dying of anxiety! !

It's not that the director doesn't know these people. When a director sees a work that makes him feel excited, he absolutely can't wait for any delay. He must sit down and start drawing the storyboard immediately!

This kind of instant inspiration is brought by a good script, and I can't afford to delay it! !

Xie Zhi didn't expect Pan Yan to have such a high opinion of his script, so he quickly flipped through the bag that Yan Si brought out, and took out the notebook and pen inside.

"Let's draw here." Xie Zhi handed over the stationery, "To avoid running back to the dormitory."

When Pan Yan saw the pen and paper, he grabbed it without saying a word, then sat down on the ground, using the floor as a stool and the plastic stool as a table, and began to draw his storyboard.

The secret base became quiet again. Xie Zhi watched Pan Yan paint for a while, and was so sleepy that Yan Si hugged him and let him sleep on his own.

Pan Yan moved his pen like flying, one by one sketches that others could not understand were generated under his pen. After more than three hours, Pan Yan drew almost most of the sketches. Only then did he lift up the notebook with satisfaction and admire twice.

This storyboard... If you look at it according to the standard of artistic aesthetics, it is simply a ghostly painting.

But Pan Yan was moved and satisfied after reading it, and with tears in his eyes, he folded the book carefully and put it in his arms, only to turn around to find that Yan Si and Xie Zhi were still there.

The wine and barbecue on the table did not move, Yan Si saw that Pan Yan finished painting, he patted Xie Zhi lightly, and woke him up.

"Did you finish the painting?" Yan Si took the wine back to Pan Yan.

Pan Yan touched the wine jar with his fingers, picked it up and took a sip, the wine glass warmed by the indoor heating made him feel like a lifetime away.

"Are you finished?" Xie Zhi just woke up, he was a little dazed, "Shall we take a look?"

"No no." Pan Yan shook his head, "That's too rough, no one in this world can understand it except me - I'll show you the finished product in a few days."

Xie Zhi nodded in a daze. In fact, he didn't know what he was ordering. Yan Si looked at him and smiled, and lifted the skewers for him to eat.

Xie Zhi opened his mouth to bite the skewers, and frowned: "This is not tasty, use pork instead."

"Okay." Yan Si said gently, "Master, please wait a moment."

Pan Yan was alone, thinking for himself, turning his head like a lemon, and abruptly changed the topic: "Hey, no matter what, I didn't expect this project to start so soon—the script and the storyboard are all ready."

"Yes." Yan Si changed Xie Zhi's pork skewer, and Xie Zhi wanted to eat it himself, holding it to the side and gnawing it, obviously not awake; Yan Si then chatted with Pan Yan, "And I have also found an actor, some seniors Senior sister, I am very willing to appear on the scene."

"I'm almost the same." Pan Yan nodded, "I've discussed photography, lighting, and recording, including the post-production soundtrack. Everyone will regret it later."

Yan Si: "No problem, I'll find someone to do it."

"There's finance, and there's executive producer—someone has to help us set the schedule." Pan Yan said again.

"Why don't you find a professional team?" Yan Si thought for a while, and then said to Pan Yan, "I didn't say you can't find foreign aid."

Although it is a student project, it involves 10,000+ to hundreds of thousands of funds after all to participate in the competition. Specialized talents are required to be responsible for this matter.

Pan Yan had the same thought as Yan Si, and immediately agreed: "I think it's reliable, let's find a professional..."

"You don't need a professional." Xie Zhi, who was sitting on the side obediently eating pork skewers, sat up, "I have an idea."

The author has something to say: woo woo woo my little cling.