Chapter 382 Chapter 120 This Night

After everyone bid farewell at the entrance of the restaurant, Li Qian offered to send Han Shunzhang and the others home, but Han Shunzhang declined politely. After Li Qian and Lu Bin drove away, Han Shunzhang held the travel bag tightly in his arms, and walked silently in the direction of his residence Walk.

Neither of them asked whether to take a taxi, and they just walked slowly under the shade of the trees.

Passing by a small supermarket on the street, Han Shunzhang went in and bought a pack of cigarettes and a lighter and came out. Zhu Mingyu wanted to pick up the travel bag. Han Shunzhang waved his hand to stop her, "Shen, I'll take it!", then lit the cigarette while walking, and continued Walk forward in silence.

Although it was the fiery day of July and it was noon, but there was a slight breeze, and it was not too stuffy under the shade of the trees. Of course, I didn't think it was a long way to take a taxi when I came here, but now I walked back, and within ten minutes, both of them were so hot that they were sweating.

Han Shunzhang smoked two cigarettes in a row, finally threw away the cigarette butts, stomped them out, and was about to continue walking, when he looked up and saw the bus stop in front of him, only to realize that he had walked out of three or four stops.

He thought for a while, raised his hand and looked at his watch, said "Yeah", then stopped, turned his head and looked at Zhu Mingyu who accompanied him here without saying a word, and handed the travel bag over, "Take a taxi back Come home, I have to go to the training class quickly."

This time, Zhu Mingyu didn't rush to pick it up. She looked down at the package of materials, then looked up at Han Shunzhang, and said, "Why don't you make a phone call and don't go, at least not today."

Han Shunzhang obviously hesitated for a moment, but soon, he shook his head, handed over the travel bag firmly, and said: "I still have to go, and I have to finish teaching these few days no matter what, and leave it for others to find Time for the new teacher."

Zhu Mingyu had no choice but to take the travel bag.

Han Shunzhang thought for a while, and handed him the cigarettes and lighters in his pocket, "I've already smoked five today."

Zhu Mingyu smiled and took it too.

Seeing her smile, Han Shunzhang also smiled and said, "Go, it's so hot outside, go back quickly!" While talking, a bus came to the bus station and stopped at the stop sign, Han Shunzhang turned to look He glanced at him and said, "I'm going to take the car." Then he was about to run over, but after he took two steps, Zhu Mingyu suddenly called him, "Shunzhang."

Han Shunzhang stopped and looked over.

Zhu Mingyu walked over, looking a little distracted, and after a while, he raised his head and asked, "You don't seem to be too happy?"

Han Shunzhang smiled, shook his head and said: "No. I'm very happy. I'm very glad that Qian'er can think of coming to me when he has something to do. He respects me. What's more, he also found a job for you. I think it's quite suitable. It's a good job for you."

The bus stopped for a while, but when no one got on the bus, it drove away quickly.

Zhu Mingyu looked at him, his eyes brightened slightly.

The two looked at each other for a moment, she lowered her head, looked at the travel bag in her hand, reached out to pat it, and said to Han Shunzhang: "This opportunity is rare, you know how rare it is better than me, so promise me, In any case, after reading the outline and the shots, no matter what your real thoughts are, please agree to this job first, okay?"

Han Shunzhang fell silent upon hearing this.

Zhu Mingyu continued: "Qian'er is a talented person, you and I both know that, and he has to do things, and his connections are beyond ours, so maybe he is indeed too young and too confident, He is a bit overconfident. If he wants to make a TV series, he will appear a little sloppy, but you must know that he may not necessarily fail. Even with his current ability, if he wants to direct a film independently, there must be many shortcomings. At the end of the filming, the effect may not be completely satisfactory to himself and the buyers, but you know, he will definitely be able to sell it!"

After a pause, he continued: "Besides, to be honest, even if the final movie is bad, it will be difficult to sell it due to his connections and popularity, so he is not afraid of paying for it! So, let's just keep going Do what you should do, do your job well, seize this rare opportunity, and don't think about things outside your responsibilities, okay?"

Han Shunzhang looked up at her.

After a while, she said again: "I know you are a responsible person, especially Qian'er is your friend, but this time and time, I think you shouldn't be affected by the previous two dramas. Perhaps for For Li Qian, this drama represents his dream and an attempt. If he fails, he can be regarded as a setback at best. He can start all over again. It may be a long time before such an opportunity, or it may never be there. Opportunities in this circle have never been many... Do you understand what I mean?"

Han Shunzhang nodded and laughed after a while.

Then, he turned around to leave, took two steps but stood down again, looked back at Zhu Mingyu, and said, "Xiaoyu, I understand what you mean, but if I do that, am I still Qian'er's friend? I ..."

He smiled, "Is it still me?"

Zhu Mingyu pursed his lips, shrugged and sighed.

"Okay, let me say it for nothing."

While speaking, she raised her head and pointed at the bus stop sign, "933 is here, hurry up!"

Han Shunzhang smiled, turned and ran over.

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A big class is one and a half hours, with a ten-minute break in between.

The training class that Han Shunzhang is in is relatively reliable among the various art training classes in Shuntian Prefecture.

The host is at least someone from the industry, and it is said that he once worked as an assistant director in a certain TV series, so the family held such a training class under his name, and, it should be said, although the training class is charged It is extremely expensive, but at least, he has a bit of a conscience, and the students are still a little picky, so that they don't know that their children have no future and still accept them as long as they pay.

Han Shunzhang's class is taught very carefully.

He could feel that the thirty or so students in the class ranged from fourteen to fifteen to thirty or forty years old. Although at least half of them were listless during class, it was said that they would usually run to impromptu performances. Yes, I came here to study the training class, just want to add some qualifications to myself, so I don’t take it very seriously, but at least there are a dozen or so students who really like learning art and acting. During the class, he also integrated into his teaching very seriously.

Well, yes, Han Shunzhang University majored in photography as an undergraduate, and directed as a graduate student, but he came to teach, and what he taught was acting—there’s really no way around this. For this job, it is difficult to get into a slightly more formal film and television school for the time being. You can only find this kind of pheasant training class, and the training class is full of people who come to learn acting. These days, learning acting is the only way to become a big star!

The weather was very hot. Even though there was a large ceiling fan in the middle school classroom that I borrowed, the hot air still filled every inch of air in the classroom. Students and teachers were sweating on their foreheads.

Today I'm talking about how actors should capture their sense of position in front of the camera. This class is a bit too professional and not very lively and interesting, but Han Shunzhang combined his knowledge of photography and directing, and his experience on the set for the past six months Observed on the spot and memorized the lessons carefully, so many students still listened with gusto.

Of course, some students have already fallen asleep soundly.

When Han Shunzhang found someone fell asleep, he excused himself from the podium and tapped on his desk as he passed by.

At this time, cicadas sang loudly outside the window.

Han Shunzhang didn't seem to be affected at all by the lunch at noon and the huge opportunities contained in that travel bag. His class, like his people, was upright and perfectly fitted.

Only during the break, when everyone went out for activities and it was convenient, did he sit on the bench at the back of the classroom, showing a look of distraction—he wanted to smoke, but he couldn't touch it, so he had to give up.

After class at four o'clock in the afternoon, he didn't say hello to the principal in advance, but hurried home. However, when he got home, he calmed down again. He didn't mention anything about the drama, but calmly washed vegetables and cooked with Zhu Mingyu. After dinner, he said: "I'm in the living room at night. Read the script, you sleep first."

Zhu Mingyu was grinning when he heard the words, glanced at the travel bag on the painting case, and said with a smile: "I couldn't hold it back, so I secretly flipped through the script in the afternoon, do you want me to spoil it for you?"

Spoilers are the most annoying.

Han Shunzhang quickly waved his hands, "No such thing!"

Zhu Mingyu laughed out loud, looking full of confidence, which also made Han Shunzhang subconsciously understand: Maybe Li Qian's slightly immature age does not necessarily mean that this drama is unreliable.

So, after eating, Zhu Mingyu went to clean up the kitchen, and Han Shunzhang finally sat down in front of the painting table, opened his travel bag, and took out the script of "Legend of the New White Snake".

He reads things carefully, and often has to read them back and forth, trying to understand the characters, clues, plot progression, background settings, etc. of the script.

So, just this once, he went from six o'clock when the sky was still bright to eleven thirty in the evening in one breath.

When he came back to his senses with a long breath, he found that Zhu Mingyu hadn't slept yet.

He put down the script and stretched his waist, "No more beauty today? Why don't you go to bed so late?" After five or six hours at his desk, his eyes were a little sore and his back was even more sore, but he was surprisingly energetic. The mood is also obviously good, and he still has the mind to joke with Zhu Mingyu, saying: "Who said a few days ago that women sleep more, in fact, they are saving money on cosmetics?"

However, Zhu Mingyu's words have always been sharper than him. As soon as he finished speaking, Zhu Mingyu replied: "I am an artist. If an artist doesn't stay up late, what is he called an artist?"

Han Shunzhang was about to get up and walk around, but he couldn't help laughing.

At this time, he was walking back and forth in the narrow room, moving his hands and feet, but Zhu Mingyu had already got up from the sofa and went to the kitchen to toss about.

Han Shunzhang was still thinking about the script, but when he heard the movement, he still shouted, "I'm not hungry, don't worry about it."

While speaking, he raised his wrist to look at his watch, and he said in surprise, "Yo, it's almost twelve o'clock!"

Not long after, Zhu Mingyu actually came out from the kitchen dragging a plate of cut watermelon, and said with a smile, "Let me ask you again, are you hungry?"

Han Shunzhang smiled, "When did you buy the watermelon? I remember it was gone at home?"

Zhu Mingyu put the plate on the dining table and shook his head helplessly, "When you read the script, do you still have me in your eyes? I went out to buy it after dinner just now, and I knew it would be midnight when you finished reading it. Watermelon, cool off the heat."

So the two sat down at the dining table and ate watermelon.

While eating, Zhu Mingyu kept looking up at him.

Han Shunzhang found out after a few times, he couldn't help smiling and said, "What do you want to ask?"

Zhu Mingyu also laughed, "Don't you have anything to tell me?"

Han Shunzhang thought for a while, finished eating the piece of watermelon in his hand, and said: "This book is still very good, and the character structure is particularly successful, although I personally think..."

"Stop!"

Before he could finish his long speech, Zhu Mingyu interrupted him with a wave of his hand, and said, "Put away your set first, and I'll ask you, if it were you, what do you think of this movie? You are the director, how do you feel about this movie?" Does the play have feelings and ideas?"

Han Shunzhang thought for a while, nodded, and said, "This is a good show."

Zhu Mingyu laughed more and more easily when he heard the words, "Isn't that the end? Is there anything perfect in this world? "The Legend of the White Snake" is an old drama and a new story, which is itself attractive. I remember Huaxia TV once filmed "The Legend of the White Snake" , I should have seen it when I was very young, and it was considered a classic at that time. It has been more than 20 years now, and people younger than us probably don’t even know that there was one called "The Legend of the White Snake". So, now is the right time to reshoot!"

After a pause, she couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "From this point of view, Li Qian is indeed smart! Just relying on these three words, The Legend of the White Snake, this drama has a promising future. Coupled with the clues of the story drawn out by Qian'er , it has been very compact from beginning to end, and there is such a beautiful character structure, you still have to find shortcomings, please, let you write it yourself, before you see this book, can you write a book of this level? ?”

Han Shunzhang thought for a while after hearing the words, and couldn't help shaking his head, "I can't write."

Zhu Mingyu shrugged when he heard this.

But then, Han Shunzhang said: "But if I can't write it, it doesn't mean that his book is perfect, and it doesn't mean that I can't put forward my views and opinions while admiring Qian'er's creative ability? One more person For details, wouldn’t it be possible to make this play better by making suggestions for revisions?”

Hearing this, Zhu Mingyu sighed, and stopped eating watermelon, and just supported himself with both hands, watching him helplessly as he was about to start a long speech.

At this time, Han Shunzhang really said: "Also, even if this book is perfect, Qian'er is young after all. He went to the Film Academy to study photography. It's only been two years since he was busy. And you know, he is very busy. In terms of study time, , The time he spent is not comparable to that of Lu Bin and the others!"

After a pause, he said with some hesitation: "Unfortunately, if this book is put in for a few years, when Qian'er graduates and has already filmed two films, and has some experience and a team in hand, then I will make this film again at that time." , I think I should be more confident, maybe it will be a hit, but now... well, the book is very good, but I am entangled again, I am really afraid that he will take such a good book, Blind!"

Zhu Mingyu rolled his eyes and couldn't help interrupting him, "Brother, they asked you to be the housekeeper, to manage the crew, not to be the producer!"

Han Shunzhang looked at her when he heard the words, sighed, but still said: "Well, judging from this book, this play is indeed worth doing. But... I will talk to him later, I have some ideas, I must Say it."

Zhu Mingyu sighed helplessly, waved his hands, and said, "Okay, I was going to stop you, but looking at you like this, I guess you must have read his storyboard script tonight. Well, you Look, I'll go to bed after eating the watermelon! But remind you, don't let him scare you!"

Han Shunzhang was taken aback when he heard the words, and then laughed, "Scared me?"

Zhu Mingyu curled his lips, shrugged, and stopped talking.

Now Han Shunzhang's curiosity suddenly came up.

At this time, of course, he wanted to ask Zhu Mingyu if he had even read the storyboard script in that bag, but after thinking about it, he still felt that he might as well go and see it himself.

In fact, when eating at noon, Li Qian seriously mentioned the storyboard scripts, and said that he drew them one by one by himself, so Han Shunzhang could feel his intentions. Not to mention anything else, I drew sub-cameras for TV dramas, and each drawing took more than 1,300 shots. This seriousness and dedication alone is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

It's just... Judging from what Zhu Mingyu meant, she seems to have more confidence in that script than this one?

Out of curiosity, Han Shunzhang didn't even want to eat watermelon. He simply wiped his mouth and hands, then got up and walked back.

Zhu Mingyu was so familiar with his style of doing things, so he didn't even call him. While continuing to eat watermelon to enjoy himself, he glanced at the picture table in the living room from time to time.

With curiosity, Han Shunzhang took out a large stack of photocopies and began to read from the beginning.

Soon, Zhu Mingyu saw that his face seemed to change color.

From the slight nod of appreciation, to the sudden widening of the eyes, the surprised expression, and then, the expression on his face unknowingly became agitated, and every time he turned a new page, his movements became softer and gentler.

Zhu Mingyu felt that he was going to be full, but he was surprisingly happy.

After eating the last piece, she couldn't hold it anymore, she was still eating, and shouted over there while eating, "His painting style is really bad, I can't imagine, there are still people in the world who can paint. A person like this! It's too ugly to look at!"

Over there, Han Shunzhang was watching very engrossedly. He didn't even raise his head when he heard the words, subconsciously straightened his face, and retorted seriously while watching: "It's not a real painting, I just want to be able to understand the director's intention clearly." Don't look at his poor painting skills, but let me tell you, the level of this sub-shot, especially his setting of the layering of each shot in the scene, can reach the level of domestic directors. There are really not many of this level!"

After a pause, he sighed again with some aftertaste, "It's just a movie shot, that's all."

But on the contrary, Zhu Mingyu finished eating the watermelon over there, and said another sentence that was obviously provocative, "Please, brother, I am in art, and I study film aesthetics. Don't look at him making the layering of the camera like that. But in fact, when shooting, the requirements for lighting are too high, and the requirements for setting are also very high, and it is actually very difficult to achieve in real shooting!"

Han Shunzhang was completely immersed in the "extremely ugly" storyboard script, completely unaware that Zhu Mingyu was teasing himself, but instead retorted solemnly: "That's not the case, no! As long as you put your heart into it, you can always do it well." , This lighting group is not good, we can change to another lighting group! To make something, it has to be like this, from the very beginning, from the very beginning, we must think about it from the perspective of doing it well!"

After a pause, he said seriously: "Qian'er's storyboard script is really...beautiful, beautiful! It seems that he really put in a lot of hard work! If it's not true, he knows the whole play like the back of his hand, yes The intention of every shot is clear, he will not make things so clear and beautiful!"

Before he could finish speaking, at the other end of the dining table, Zhu Mingyu suddenly burst out laughing.

Han Shunzhang frowned at the beginning, but at the end he couldn't bear it anymore and turned his head to look over. Seeing Zhu Mingyu's exaggerated smile, he couldn't help frowning, but after a while, he seemed to think of something, and he was stunned for a moment, and then Suddenly shook his head and laughed.

Then, he waved his hand and said with a smile: "Okay, okay, go to bed quickly, don't make trouble!"

Zhu Mingyu rolled his eyes and said, "Well, I'm a troublemaker again!"

Han Shunzhang smiled and lowered his head again.

The palm was gently pressed on the copy paper, as if the copy was the most precious thing in the world today, as if he was afraid that a little more strength would damage it, the eyes were also shining, but the eyes were piercing He stared at the crude painting in front of him, not willing to take his eyes off even for a moment, but his face was full of admiration and admiration.

That night, the light in the living room of Han's cottage was on all night long.

This night, Han Shunzhang, who has always been quiet and stable, looked at things and made some messy noises from time to time—some of them were okay, at least intelligible, such as "Okay! This place is good!", and others like "Beautiful!", and so on, but there are still some, which are simply incomprehensible, can only be understood but cannot be expressed in words——

"Tsk!"

"Well!"

"Um!"

"Huh?"

"oh!"

This night, he almost used up all the modal particles!

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I don't know if it's past twelve o'clock, but I still need to say a few more words and ask: May 1st is coming soon, do you think it is necessary for me to compete for the monthly ticket list?