Tianguang [entertainment circle]

Ji Mu looked around and scratched his head in embarrassment.

"But it's so strange... It's not outstanding at all in the later stage, but the connection is very smooth."

"Not only the editing," Mu Sanwei took over, "the one-line plot is also very simple, the photography techniques are also very simple, and even the soundtrack and sound effects are also very simple."

After these words were spoken, everyone was silent for a while.

When analyzed in detail, it turns out that all aspects are so simple that they cannot be simpler, but when they are combined together, a subversive chemical reaction of artistic sense has taken place.

"Now is not the time to lament how good others are." Jiang Yuan said lightly, "We should also start."

Yes.

After all, after the awards ceremony yesterday, I had a face-to-face meeting with nursery rhymes at the gate of the exhibition.

The other party told them forcefully and naturally with a rush of confidence - see you at the film festival at the end of the year.

This means that Nursery Rhyme is about to start filming the next film, and will become everyone's strong opponent at the Jinhua Awards at the end of the year.

"Let's go, go back and discuss the script of the new script." As the director, Mu Sanwei gave the order.

So the group hurried back to Jiang Yingzhou's house, sat around on the sofa and carpet in the lounge on the first floor, dug out the script that Xin Ye had completed, and began to divide labor and design on the draft paper.

After discussing from one o'clock in the afternoon to eleven o'clock in the evening, the meals that Fu Yu prepared for everyone were left cold on the table over and over again.

It wasn't until the crescent moon hung high outside the window, the surrounding night was filled, and only the sound of discussion on the first floor remained in the whole house, that Ji Mu rubbed his hungry stomach from the sleepy yawn.

"Ha——" Ji Mu opened his mouth wide and yawned, "I said, can we rest first? Being hungry and sleepy affects work efficiency."

"There is food on the table..." Mu Sanwei subconsciously wanted everyone to continue.

When he looked up, he saw that apart from Jiang Yuan who was still concentrating on drawing the script, even Xin Ye was so sleepy that he rubbed his eyes.The other crew members also looked exhausted, as if they were still trying to pull themselves together after a busy day.

Xin Ye changed the narrative language of the script in one go today.In addition, in the middle of the discussion with everyone, a lot of plots were deleted and added, which consumed a lot of her brain power.

She tilted her head, leaned on the shoulder of Jiang Yuan, who was buried in drawing beside her, and slowly closed her eyes for a nap.

Jiang Yuan felt the softness on his shoulders, stopped his hands, turned his head to look at the pair of eyelash feathers fluttering on Xin Ye's face, like two tired butterflies fluttering their wings twice, slowly Land among the flowers.

She placed a superficial kiss on Xin Ye's head, and asked softly, "Go back to your room to rest first?"

Xin Ye still kept his eyes closed and leaned on Jiang Yuan's shoulder, shaking his head slightly.

"Cough." Mu Sanwei coughed, attracting everyone's attention.

Only then did everyone in the crew force themselves to wake up a bit, and quietly listened to the director's instructions.

"It's getting late, let's all rest." Mu Sanwei said, closing the computer in his hand to search for information, "These days we go to First during the day to ponder the films of other crews, and then come back here to continue the discussion.

After the exhibition is officially over and we return to the capital, we will prepare for the submission of the public screening record. "

Hearing what the director said, everyone finally relaxed.

Jimu's fleshy body stretched and stretched: "It's rare to see Sanwei being so human."

Before Jimu finished speaking, Sang Wen, who had been sitting on the sofa for a long time playing with his mobile phone, stood up, rubbed his sore finger joints, and walked straight to his room.

Jimu looked at his back, and snorted coldly: "You are so arrogant, and I don't even think about who I owe it to to get the best supporting actor."

"Building blocks." Xin Ye opened his eyes and called him in a low voice, signaling him not to continue talking.

However, the sound of the building blocks was very strong, and it had already reached Sang Wen's ears.

Those sinister eyes swept over, full of meaning that it had nothing to do with him.

"Your new play, lesbian? What does that have to do with me? I don't play women, let alone gays."

He set his eyes on Jiang Yuan again, switching back and forth between her and Xin Ye.

"I don't know what is the purpose of some people writing a gay script just because they are gay, so that the whole crew can figure out what homosexuality is thinking?"

Seeing the sharp edge of the topic piercing the script, Jiang Yuan's expression froze.

She grabbed Xin Ye who was already sitting up and was about to ask questions, and wrapped those tender little hands tightly in hers.

"You'd better not forget that the arc of that character in "Killing Life" was created by Xin Ye for you," Jiang Yuan said coldly, without any emotion, "it was not your creation."

Sang Wen sneered maliciously: "What a coincidence, that happened to be the role played by me, sir, what's your opinion?"

Mu Sanwei couldn't sit still anymore: "Sang Wen, you'd better apologize to Xin Ye."

Sang Wen glanced at everyone with contempt, and went back to the room on his own, locking the door tightly.

The building block hit the coffee table with a fist, and everyone sitting in the lounge felt a lot more awake now.

"Damn it, this sang dog is really shameless. He paid all the travel expenses and served him delicious food and drink, but in the end he got a cheap one and said some shit. What a bad luck!"

After complaining, everyone said good night to each other in this pleasant and unpleasant atmosphere and dispersed.

When Xin Ye walked out of the steaming bathroom wiping his half-dry hair after taking a bath, Jiang Yuan was already lying on his side on the bed and fell asleep with his eyes closed.

Jiang Yuan was still holding a pen in his hand, and beside his pillow was a stack of white paper on which the scripts of the shots were drawn.

From this look, it seems that I was too tired when designing the lens, and I was so tired that I fell asleep.

Xin Ye smiled lightly, walked to the bed, carefully took out the pen in Jiang Yuan's hand, took out the stack of papers and put it on the table beside the bed.

She pouted and gave Jiang Yuan a "pop" on the cheek, then tiptoed to the desk and took out a large script writing script from her backpack.

This big book is blank from the first page.

She sat quietly at the table, letting the dim yellow light wrap her body.

As for Jiang Yuan, no matter how shallow his sleep was, he could only faintly see a soft figure standing in front of him in this deep exhaustion, and kissed him lightly.

A night passed so quietly.

In the remaining few days, everyone started the process according to the pattern that Mu Sanwei said.

In the morning, I went to the First exhibition to watch the exhibited films, and at noon I returned to the house to discuss and design Xin Ye's new script.Because the actors had to be re-selected, several characters in "Killing" bid farewell to the crew one after another.

Sang Wen was the first to leave.

He disappeared early in the morning of the second day when he had trouble with everyone, as if he was afraid that the crew would ask him for food and lodging expenses during this period.

Jiang Yingzhou is also less and less appearing in front of everyone these days. Most of the time, he almost sleeps in the room, or sits in the garden and wipes the camera lens.

Sometimes he would even forget that he had already had lunch, and stood in front of the crew discussing the script, then turned around and walked out of the garden.

Fu Yu also worked hard to take care of the old man, and every day he had to watch him drink up the medicine one gulp before leaving the old man's room in peace.

Jiang Yuan has been immersing herself in designing the scene script, she is not that keen on things other than the script, and she doesn't think too much about Jiang Yingzhou's changes, she only knows that it is his old problem.

From time to time, she would go to the room to see Jiang Yingzhou, chat with him, and climb the mountain with him.

Gone are the days of counting on your fingers.

Jiang Yingzhou turned down his job for the next six months, and accompanied by Fu Yu, he went back to the capital first, saying that he wanted to find a secluded place to take good care of his old bones.

After that, everyone in the crew gathered and flew back to the capital to start filing for the new film.

Inside the Wildfire Tavern.

Jiang Yuan looked at the time on the phone.

More than 20 minutes have passed since the time everyone agreed to gather, but the white rabbit with long floppy hair still hasn't appeared in the tavern.

The music in the tavern was melodious, with a bit of charming drunkenness.From time to time, someone clinked glasses, and the crisp sound was like the sound of bells, intertwined with the aroma of various wines in the tavern.

Ji Mu raised his head and sighed: "When can Xiaoye get rid of his bad habit of being late!"

Hearing this, Jiang Yuan looked up at him.

"Why change?"

Ji Mu was swept away by the cold eyes, and he didn't dare to say anything wrong.

Today is No. 15 days after the end of First. All the scripts of the new script have been completed, and Mu Sanwei has also entrusted someone to submit the film information to the Film Administration for record.

Counting the days, the General Administration of Film will send a reply today.

Xin Ye stepped over the small threshold into the tavern, and ran towards the seats on the second floor in three steps at a time.

Today she didn't wear a skirt, only a pair of white loose sleeves and a pair of knee-length white baggy shorts.A pair of blue-edged white socks on the white sneakers wrapped the slender and fair ankles, and the whole figure was quite light and petite.

It seemed to be a little hot, Xin Ye tied the long curl of hair behind his head with a blue headband, and the small curly hair on the sideburns and forehead softly rested on his face, his whole person was clean and energetic.

"I'm sorry everyone, I'm late again." Xin Ye panted, fanning herself with the heat, as if the air conditioner in the tavern couldn't cool her down.

"Take your time, don't worry." Jiang Yuan took out a tissue to wipe her sweat.

After returning from Xining, Xin Ye returned to live in her own home.

The reason is that Xin Tian successfully terminated the contract with the original company and is now waiting to sign a new contract with Huatian Entertainment.

Xin Changyuan didn't know what he was busy with because he lived in the staff dormitory of Neiyu Toutiao for a long time, so Xin Ye volunteered to go home and take care of his brother who had suffered a lot in the past few years.

This is really hard for Jiang Yuan. For several days in a row, apart from being able to meet with Xin Ye when he came to Yehuo to discuss the script, it was difficult to talk to Xin Ye at other times.

Whenever Jiang Yuan sits at home playing with the video material stored in the drone, or tinkering with the new version of the storyboard script, he will send a message to Xin Ye: [I miss you so much. 】

However, Xin Ye's reply was always several hours later, even extended to the next day: 【Ah!I just saw the news, just now I was watching an album with my brother... I miss you too! ] It was a rare time for Jiang Yuan to question himself, was it the right decision to help Xin Tian jump out of the sea of ​​flames...

She watched Xin Ye shake his legs with a smile while eating the fruit on the table, seeming to be in a good mood.

"Xiaoye," Jiang Yuan narrowed his eyes, reflecting the shadow of the little white rabbit in his pupils, with a smile on his brows and mouth, "Do you want to come to my house tonight?"

The author has something to say:

One or two chapters have passed, it seems a bit awkward TUT

Seeing that everyone said that they were afraid of being abused, I would like to make a promise to everyone: it is a sweet article with a plot!The plot direction!sweet text! (emphasis added)

Even if there is abuse, it will not be abused to the emotional line. TUT treasures can rest assured that the next chapter will officially enter a new big plot, and the treasures must stand firm.