Chapter 221 Xiaoman Xiaoman, the Rivers Are Gradually Filling Up

May 19th at 11pm.

With Wang Zizhao's hoarse shout, the filming of the undercover story of the "Lonely Brave" MV came to an end.

Everyone applauded and celebrated.

In Yang Lingyue's opinion, there are still some shortcomings in many aspects, but after weighing the pros and cons, he didn't say anything. After all, it is an MV, and the license was given to Wang Zizhao, and no one treats it as a movie.

As for Wang Zizhao himself, he will find out the faults and learn lessons by himself after the finished film is released. This will be stronger than Yang Lingyue telling him directly.

Young people should be allowed to have the right to express and make mistakes, but there is no need to put too much pressure on young people. Even if there is something inappropriate, Yang Lingyue will take care of it.

But it probably wouldn't be the case, because Wang Bin yawned and gave Wang Zi Zhao a thumbs up, then shook hands cordially and thanked him.

Chen Yixun gave Yang Lingyue a look of dismay and resentment. How did the promised guest appearance turn into the starring role? He also received a big red envelope of 100 yuan because the character he played died.

"Eason, I need your help with something."

Yang Lingyue walked to Chen Yixun and said kindly.

"Boss, don't do it." Chen Yixun pretended to be frightened and took a few steps back.

"Forget it, I wrote a song and I planned for you to sing it." Yang Lingyue said regretfully.

"Through fire and water, Brother Yue." Chen Yixun immediately changed his face and said seriously.

This one is so funny!

"By the time you finish the concert in Red Square, I guess the theme song for my movie will be finished." Yang Lingyue said seriously.

"Well, what's the progress now?" Chen Yixun asked doubtfully.

"1/3, both lyrics and music, I didn't trick you." Yang Lingyue raised his eyebrows.

"Okay, I'll be waiting. Do you want to come to my concert?" Chen Yixun asked with a smile.

"Brother, I have to have time, I wish I could split it in half." Yang Lingyue sighed.

Chen Yixun has a weird expression, and you might be split in half.

Afterwards, everyone exchanged a few words and then withdrew. Wang Zizhao and Yang Lingyue stayed behind to hand over the equipment and pack up the equipment with the people from Golden Shield Film and Television.

"Why are you still looking sad after filming?" Yang Lingyue said with a smile.

"Hey, we should add some shaking shots during the fight." Wang Zizhao scratched his head.

"There is nothing right or wrong about this. Just summarize it after the film is finished. I will help you in the post-production process," Yang Lingyue said.

"I will also do the later stage?" Wang Zizhao's eyes widened.

"You must deeply understand the role and status of your tool man. Anyway, the delivery time in this area is very ample." Yang Lingyue said seriously.

"..."

By the time Yang Lingyue returned to Courtyard No. 8, it was already 1 o'clock, the lights in the living room and bathroom were on, and clean pajamas were placed on the sofa.

After rinsing, Yang Lingyue tiptoed into the bedroom without wearing pajamas.

"Hmm~" Yu Li still woke up and made a nasal sound.

"How did you know I was coming to your place?" Yang Lingyue asked softly.

"Feeling." Yu Li hugged her man and murmured.

Yang Lingyue rested here yesterday. This word "feeling" can be understood in any way.

"Go to sleep." Yang Lingyue said, stroking the smooth pajamas.

"No, there's nothing to do tomorrow."

While Yu Li was speaking, her hot breath hit Yang Lingyue's face.

Yang Lingyue took a long breath and contributed a little bit to global warming.

Today is Xiaoman. The solar term Xiaoman is very interesting. Among the twenty-four solar terms, there are minor summer and major heat, light snow and heavy snow, minor cold and major cold, but there is no major Man.

There is a piece of lacquerware in the Lu Provincial Museum, which is usually placed on the right side of the ancients. When it is empty, it is crooked. When half of the water is poured, it will straighten, and when it is full, it will fall over. It is said that modesty will benefit when it is full, but it will suffer losses. reason.

When something is strong, it becomes old, which is called immorality.

Self-effacing temperament is engraved in the DNA of this nation.

"Okay, you are gifted, but you still need to take care of yourself." Yang Lingyue patted her gently.

Yu Li was already sweating on her temples, so she lay down obediently after hearing this.

...........

Early the next morning, Yu Li was still sleeping soundly. Yang Lingyue pulled away and went out. After buying breakfast and returning to Courtyard No. 5, the light in the living room was still on.

But before Zeng Li woke up, she packed up her things and went out to the studio again.

Wang Zizhao and Liu Dingye are already working.

Liu Dingye didn't even wear hairspray, which was too scary, let alone Wang Zizhao, who looked like a hedgehog with half of its thorns blown out.

"Wash your hair, or just shave it off like me, brother."

"Have you brought the materials?" Wang Zizhao raised his head and adjusted his glasses.

"Here, I've made a rough cut." Yang Lingyue handed over a hard drive.

Some of the content inside was taken during the last "Operation Skynet", and some of it is from the documentary "Sword of China".

This is a documentary with a rating of 9.6 even on a certain page.

A policeman looked at the blood-covered backseat of an SUV and said in confusion: "Our comrades died.";

A hobbling old mother in her 80s slapped her son, an anti-drug police officer, who was lying in the coffin with a trembling hand;

A young man clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and let tears wash down his tender cheeks. This young man will inherit his father’s police number this year. His name is Zhang Ziquan. Ten years from now, his police number will be sealed again.

"Not only the anti-drug police are heroes, but also the people who filmed this film." Malaysian Chinese Liu Dingye said while choking up while editing.

Yang Lingyue and Wang Zizhao looked at each other and saw the confidence and tears in each other's eyes.

The group of people they participated in were all like this, not to mention the future audience.

It was never the song that was touching, but the story given after the interpretation was touching, just like "Sword of China", the picture quality was rough and the camera was shaking, but it was so straightforward. In front of these real contents, all skills were pale.

"Let's edit the newly shot content first. Remember that this is an MV, and the plot content must echo the lyrics." Yang Lingyue said.

"Well, interspersed narrative, understand." Wang Zizhao nodded.

Of course, Liu Dingye was the main operator. Yang Lingyue rarely expressed his opinions. The most common thing he said was "Let's try it first." The three of them discussed and edited it, bit by bit.

The progress was naturally not fast. At noon, Zeng Li brought a bag of fruit to the studio.