Son of the Bone

When Qi Lin finished filming, school was just about to start.

Jiang Jue has been spending time in Wei Feng's studio, discussing character revisions with them, and probably won't be able to come back this semester.

They filmed "Star Journey" and "Song of the Mermaid" in their freshman year, "Golden Key" and "Dragon Blood Seal" in their sophomore year, and "Fairy Painting" together in their junior year.

In the blink of an eye, he turned from an ignorant freshman when he first entered school to a senior senior.

But it seems that everything has just begun.

Jiang Jue finally began to consciously shape the characters on the basis of the script, and he became familiar with the film process and various techniques.

What's interesting is that in the past three years, a lot of students have been admitted to the theater one after another, and there are many new little fresh meat and little fairies among them.

There are fewer and fewer gifts at the door of their dormitory, but more and more freedom.

However, the private mailbox is still full of reprimands like "Why do you want to act when you are a singer?", as well as hatred for him for not taking good care of his skin.

Qi Lin sometimes reads it, and sometimes deletes it all.

When you chase stars to a certain point, you will truly feel that you like the 'education'/'management' idol more than the star's own parents, and various kidnappings will follow——

I have gone to every one of your concerts, but now I say I won’t sing if I don’t sing, are you worthy of me? !

No, what I choose to focus on, the career plan I set for myself, has nothing to do with my parents, let alone you.

He sat alone in the empty dormitory, looked at the slightly dusty Jiang Jue's desk, got up to get the disinfectant and rags, and cleaned the whole dormitory clumsily and earnestly just like when he first saw him.

Jiang Jue still didn't come back.

He is very busy.

When Qi Lin returned to school this time, firstly, he came back from filming for a few days and took a few days off to attend classes, and secondly, he sorted out the demos he had written before to prepare for his third album and concert.

A stack of staff papers was placed on the desk, the violin and guitar were all wiped clean and rosin was added to the bow, and then sat alone for half an hour, as if waiting for a lover to come home from get off work.

When the sun was setting, the light in the room gradually dimmed, and the street lamps downstairs were turned on one by one in sequence.

The young man sat in the afterglow of dusk and began to review his violin with his head tilted.

His long fingers are like a white jade ruler measuring the bow of the piano. The pale golden light of the setting sun shines on the long eyelashes, and the sound of the piano flows out like a clear spring. bouncing on.

"Falling slowly"

Qi Lin's back is straight, and the traces of the piano kiss on the side of his neck have faded away, but he still can't help smiling when playing the piano.

The lonely and long piano sound spread out like a rising tide at this moment, and even the students who were walking and reciting downstairs raised their heads.

"Who's playing the violin?"

"It sounds good... Where did it come from?"

Qi Lin couldn't hear the compliments from downstairs and next door, so he tilted his head while reminiscing about trivial matters, while continuing to regain the feeling of making music back then.

When he touches these musical instruments, he always thinks of the winter of that year.

Jiang Jue flew to visit him in a hurry, the sky was covered with heavy snow, and even the ground was covered with a thick layer.

It was late at night when work was over, the sky was a hazy dark blue, and everyone else had already returned by car.

Only they are stepping on the deep snow side by side, even if they are not holding hands, they can still feel the peaceful and relaxing warmth.

Qi Lin closed his eyes to make the sound of the strings more natural.

When the song was finished, the sky just darkened, and the sun finally set.

He looked at the dots of light outside the window and sighed softly.

"Why don't you turn on the light?" Jiang Jue asked suddenly.

Qi Lin was stunned for a few seconds, then subconsciously hugged the violin in his arms: "You're back?!"

Wait, when did he come back?

Qi Lin froze here, feeling that the atmosphere changed from a sentimental literary film to a suspenseful horror film in an instant, and even began to make up "404's horror legend".

Jiang Jue put down the luggage in his hand, instead of turning on the light, he walked towards him step by step, hugging him behind his back.

His chin rested on his shoulder, and the fresh scent of mint came out.

The chirping of cicadas in summer nights is extremely noisy, and the weather is a little muggy.

But when Jiang Jue hugged him tightly, Qi Lin even felt that every cell in his body was saying that I am willing and I am so happy.

His black hair brushed against his cheek, and their fingertips were intertwined.

"I'm back." Jiang Jue kissed his hair lightly.

Qi Lin turned around, held the violin and hugged him tightly.

"Welcome back."

The days that followed were surprisingly new.

The two of them have been hiding in hiding for two years. They usually hold back their eyes when they hear jokes, but now they have really disclosed their relationship as a couple. They are classmates, roommates, and even lovers. It seems that the ban on going anywhere is completely lifted.

Jiang never realized how strange this was, but after going to a restaurant with Qi Lin, he finally tasted the sweetness.

He likes to eat round, soft-boiled eggs, and every time Qi Lin orders one, he will give one with the stone plate roast, and the two of them are embarrassed to share.

As a result, before going to eat after class, Qi Lin can just scoop it up and feed it with a spoon.

Although usually at this time, there are still a bunch of flashing lights next to it, but the feeling of holding hands and feeding and interacting openly is really like removing all the shackles.

It can even be said... There is a feeling of being flattered.

What's more subtle is that the classmates in the class began to subconsciously give them convenience.

Not only are the front row seats reserved for two of them by default, but also consciously not to find any of them as a partner during group practice. Qi Lin never had to passively practice facial expressions and body movements against other male or female students. action.

The framework of the second season of "Longevity" has just been finalized, and the details from writing to organization will not be finalized until March next year.

During this period of time, Jiang Jue really became a vagrant.

In the senior year, except for the morning work, which still needs to be done without warning, the other courses are much more relaxed. Usually, after finishing the class in the morning, he will sit on the sofa or desk in the afternoon and read the script, looking for the next opportunity to perform.

He just missed the performance schedule of Shidu Grand Theatre, and now the time is relaxed and free, but it seems that he has nothing to do.

In contrast, Qi Lin really became a busy person.

Because he wanted to prepare his third album, he basically stayed in the dormitory every day, constantly thinking about various musical instruments and computer software.

He wants to finish all the draft samples, and then send them to domestic and foreign companies, ask the Philharmonic Orchestra to record the accompaniment, and rent an expensive recording studio for three days to finish all the songs, and then deal with the mixing problem.

Jiang Jue has gotten used to Qi Lin's appearance as a new actor, and now he really can't get over it.

When he came back after breakfast, someone was playing a Scottish organ in the room to the computer, and the twisting sound was almost calling for a big basilisk.

After returning from fitness training in the afternoon, he slumped on the sofa and played the Hawaiian guitar again. He became impatient and began to play the guitar as a pipa.

At night, Jiang Jue rejected a large number of notebooks, rubbed his eyes in vain, and got up to make them two hibiscus teas. When Qi Lin was already sitting in front of the computer, he was playing the violin and recording rap FLOW.

So what the hell are you writing about...

Sometimes when Qi Lin gets tired of writing demos, he will light up his phone and show him the APP inside.

"Although I can't play mahjong, I also have very strange professional abilities."

Qi Lin handed the mobile phone to Jiang Jue, who was eating corn next to him, and motioned him to look at the software for pitch testing.

"My dad said that I have had absolute pitch since I was three or four years old."

"What's that?" Jiang Jue opened it and found a microphone inside.

"You press the recording button to see." Qi Lin took a thermos cup casually, and knocked on its shell with a corn skewer.

The not crisp sound rang three times, and was captured by the phone immediately.

Qi Lin looked at the phone case with the little Arctic fox painted on it, and said affirmatively, "C4."

Jiang Jue looked at the identical analysis results on his mobile phone, and was a little confused: "Isn't knocking on a cup a noise?"

Qi Lin shook his head: "No."

The sound of a car engine starting, the sound of rain falling on the eaves, and even the sound of a vacuum cleaner can all be transformed into different notes in his mind.

This is the gold finger in composing and arranging - even if you don't have a solid foundation in music theory, you can write a very excellent chorus by instinct.

Seeing that Jiang Jue hadn't figured it out yet, he picked up the convenient chopsticks beside the table and tapped them three times.

"F6."

The exact same characters popped up on the phone screen.

Holding the phone, Jiang Jue suddenly realized something: "With your talent, maybe you can become the next Beethoven."

"Do you still remember the comments on the Internet?" Qi Lin sat next to him with a smile: "With your photographic memory, if you go to do scientific research and read literature, I am afraid that humans can already settle on Mars."

They transformed the entire upper bunk into a storage space, put all kinds of guitar keyboards on it, and put a gray curtain on the revolving door.

Jiang Jue held a stack of scripts every day while drinking tea while reading, listening to him humming a tune and writing the staff, and occasionally glanced at the stack of lyrics written by Qi Lin's right hand.

Then put it back with a blushing face.

Things like lyrics, taken out and read alone, are no different from love poems.

At this stall, a strange director sent an email with a script attached.This person was quite concise and concise, without any extra politeness, he directly wrote down the remuneration and shooting requirements, as if he was not discussing cooperation at all, but directly notifying him to come and film.

The tone of this script is completely different from other scripts.

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Jiang never knew this female director named Chen Chen, but he still took a look at her script to save face.

Then I watched it three times in one go.

It's not that the story is so exciting and enjoyable, but that the way the story is told is too weird.

Whether it is a normal novel or a movie, the conventional narrative method is to tell only one story, or a main line plus a branch line, or a two-line narrative, in short, it is a one-way similar to '→'.

But in Chen Chen's book, there are four stories close together, like a swastika.

The story begins with a designer in charge of house decoration who wakes up to find himself lying in an empty room.

When he got up, he found that his palm was bleeding.

Jiang Jue tossed and read the script section by section, and vaguely understood what the story was about.

The main plot is that when the decorator was designing the structure of the room for the guests, he accidentally discovered that the structure of the entire villa is exactly the same as that of the prison.

In order to repay the usury, he had to accept this well-paid order and bite the bullet to meet the various requirements of the guests.

However, as the house was completed, various clues continued to surface.

That guest turned out to be a stalker who had followed him secretly for many years, and this prison was built for him.

While the decorator was completing the design of organs and passages one after another, the guest was also secretly making changes and manipulations.

When he realized that he had to escape from this house immediately, he had to face a choice.

Either use the house to lock that guest up, or get locked up yourself.

The first story is about the decorator who keeps discovering the suspiciousness of this commission, and tracks down that he is the prey of this villa & prison.

The second story is about how the guest used these things to make reverse traps while he was designing mirrored levels and secret passages.

The third story is that the decorator tried to use the entire cage to lock the guest and escape.

The fourth story is how the guest took advantage of his greed and psychological weakness to turn the house into a spiral prison.

From the beginning to the end, the decorator has no name, the guest has no name, and everything returns to the most essential storytelling.

After Jiang Jue completely understood the script, he suddenly felt shuddering.

How crazy is it to come up with this kind of book.

Before he could recover, the phone rang at an inopportune time——

"Jiang Jue," Bai Ping called out, "Have you read Chen Chen's notebook?"

The moment Jiang Jue answered the phone, he grabbed Qi Lin's sleeve subconsciously, like a child who just finished watching a horror movie: "I, I'm done."

"Chen Chen is an American director. He used to be a professor of quantum physics. He recently switched to writing stories." Bai Ping said lazily, "How is the story? Do you understand it?"

Not only did I understand it, but my back was sweating from reading it.

Jiang Jue hummed briefly, and even began to wonder if it was his own father who called him.

"She lands tomorrow, if you're interested, ask her out for a meal." Bai Ping thought for a while and said, "She's quite irritable, so don't talk nonsense."

Jiang Jue was stunned for a while, and let him hang up the phone.

He is actually still trying to straighten out that swastika narrative.

Obviously the story expands from two directions to four directions, but the beginning of the film is the central point.

It's really... spooky and fun.

With some uncertainty, he called the female director the next day and made an appointment to have dinner at a Cantonese restaurant.

Although it is a Cantonese restaurant, there are people in the small hall wearing cheongsams singing Suzhou Pingtan tunes.

Chen Chen looked to be in his thirties. He had long hair in a bun and wore three silver bracelets on his right hand. His expression was capable and his movements were quick. It only took 8 minutes from dropping chopsticks to eating.

"Okay." She pursed her lips with a tissue and looked up at Jiang Jue: "Are you going to take a picture?"

Jiang Jue came into contact with three directors, and it was the first time he encountered such a person who didn't talk about anything in advance.

"Are you sure you chose me?"

"Ah."

Jiang Jue turned over the printed script, and was still a little unsure: "When will I join the group?"

He is going to film "Longevity" in three months, I don't know if he can make it in time.

"tomorrow."

tomorrow?Is it necessary to pre-train or sort out the plot?

"When will you start filming?"

"tomorrow."

Chen Chen is really the person he has ever met who cherishes words like gold.

He didn't have a single extra word when he spoke, he put down his chopsticks when he was full, he didn't exchange greetings with question marks, he didn't think about it, he was simply a weirdo.

While Jiang Jue was still hesitating, she had already placed the contract in front of him, got up and went to the front desk to pay the bill.

This kind of movie... the niche is naturally the niche, but do you want to feel it?

Jiang Jue thought for a moment, thinking that he was obviously not mature enough in the adult world.

The first question he considered was whether this Chen Chen was a perverted murderer.If "Wild House" is a game within a game, if she uses this shooting opportunity to lock herself up as a decorator, it will be a game within a game.

Since it was recommended by my father, it should not be.

That night, Jiang Jue went back to the dormitory to pack his luggage.

Qi Lin was humming a song with his guitar in his arms. Seeing his expression of enlightenment and rushing to the front line, he stopped his movements and said, "Where are you going?"

"Go to film." Jiang Jueshen said mysteriously.

"Hey? Going to filming all of a sudden?" Qi Lin was stunned for a moment: "Is it so sudden? How long has it been filming?"

"do not know."

"With whom?"

"A few actors who are not very famous." Jiang Jue thought for a while, and then confirmed: "I called my family, and they all said it's okay, and I can trust it."

But why does it sound like I want to join an MLM organization...

The filming base was in the suburbs of Shidu. It was obviously an old villa, and there was a five-star hotel nearby.

It seems that a large playground is being built in the distance, and there are a lot of trucks coming and going.

Jiang Jue put down his package and went to the crew to report. Before he knew the face of the chief director and deputy director, he was led to make up and change clothes, and even a special person started to explain the usage of different things with props.

This was the weirdest nine days in his life.

first day.

Chen Chen called the two leading actors and took them to introduce all the settings in the room.

She was originally a physics professor, and she felt like she was in class even when she was speaking about scripts.

The other actor is from Thailand, so the whole class is taught in English, and almost everything is taught only once, without any redundant explanations.

They passed through the entrance, living room, living room, basement, and courtyard in order, and then the director led them to identify the connotation of each pin and photo, even the toy rabbit lying in the corner was a foreshadowing.

As soon as the two-hour lecture time was over, the actors were taken to do the questions. The test papers had been prepared long ago. Not only were they asked about many interactions in the script, but they were also equipped with many corresponding questions about the connotations of hundreds of furnishings and decorations. Multiple choice questions, essay questions and analysis questions.

Chen Chen still had his hair tied, and changed the test paper with his glasses on, indicating that it's time to start shooting.

Actually started filming.

They filmed from ten o'clock in the morning to eleven o'clock in the evening, and when the time was up, they called it a day and went back to rest and sleep. The crew even reminded them in a low voice that they had to study hard after returning home, and they had to do the questions when they got up tomorrow.

Jiang Jue was confused by this operation.

After the first day of filming, he actually didn't know what he was going to act at all.

When Chen Chen was filming, he didn't take the script at all, and he didn't require the actors to follow the lines, but he shot one after another, never grinding one shot after another like other directors.

She would make various requests, for example, before the decorator knocked on the door, he had to take off his gloves slowly, then put them on and knock on the door.

And let the two leading actors exchange shoes or gloves without giving any reason.

When filming "Dragon Blood Seal" before, he originally thought that meeting the SCI madman Jiang Falcon was already a unique experience in his life.

As it turned out, he was still too young to live.

The filming continued the next day, still not following the script, the two actors were like puppets, and they filmed wherever the director dictated.

Chen Chen seems to have the same brains as Jiang Jue. She is the independent screenwriter and producer of this film, and all the clues and props are arranged and designed by her.

She could say all the actors' lines at once without blinking an eye, and tell them both to act according to this line, or improvise something.

In fact, this kind of shooting method is quite common - just like Qi Lin's filming of "Zhiwei Yuan", as long as the coordinating team arranges the schedule and breaks up the plot of the same scene to shoot, it can be done with enthusiasm Wrapping kisses, and then started filming the first acquaintance.

But the problem is that there is no coordinating team here.

Chen Chen brought four assistants by himself, as well as photography and sound recording, and there was nothing extra.

From the third day to the fifth day, during the three consecutive working hours, they all reacted differently to different props.

When Jiang Jue knew this, he realized that this movie does not have a narration, and it is up to the audience to understand what happened, and the actors themselves may not necessarily understand.

Chen Chen didn't seem to like unnecessary conversations very much, so she asked her assistant to make a stack of emotional cards, and wrote various labels on the white cards.

After the photographer was in place, she stood outside the camera and gave them two bright signs.

Jiang Jue was trapped outside the secret door by himself, so Chen Chen raised his hands, one with 'cry' written on it, and the other hand with 'laugh' written on it.

So you don't even bother to tell a play...

What kind of laughter is crying and laughing.

Jiang Jue thought that he had a brain twitch to shoot this, but he finished the filming of this segment in half an hour.

He cried and laughed wildly, and then the iron door suddenly opened with a creak, and he fell to the ground unexpectedly, covered in dust all over his body.

...If you stay in this crappy crew for a long time, you will really go crazy, okay?

He was embarrassed to communicate with the Thai actor, so he quietly asked the photographer when work was over on the fifth day.

"The one...do you know what she's filming?"

Where are we at now?

How far is the shooting progress?

What story are you telling now?

The photographer was confused: "I don't know."

The make-up artist next to him also looked blank: "Do you know?"

Jiang Jue was silent for a few seconds: "I don't know."