After the problem was solved, Du An was much more relaxed and began to talk about something else.

"This is such a good actor, but I scolded her today and I don't know what she would think."

Du An was nervous.

He saw Jia Zhangke looking at him with a funny look and asked, "So, Director Du, you are getting angry on the set for the first time."

Du An nodded, and then Jia Zhangke said, "I made three movies before I got angry. Director Du, you have a good temper. I admire you. I often got angry when I made the first movie."

"You know, from the character of the set, the performance questions, the color of the wall, all kinds of trivial matters are asked. Sometimes you really want to cut open the heads of those people and see if they are covered with straw."

"Also, Director Du, you have been shooting commercial films before, focusing on the plot and picture effects. If you want to directly apply the template for the characters, you may be more relaxed. Even if there are some minor problems, Director Du, you have such a good temper, you can suppress it. However, art films are different. In this case, the plot is very weak, and it focuses on the character and relationship, and the actors. If you can't guide the actors well, you won't be able to shoot well. Like Director Wang Jiawei's East Evil and West Poison is a representative of this aspect. Director Du may change at first and don't adapt, so the emotions accumulated over the past burst out. It's nothing, just shoot two more movies."

Jia Zhangke curled his lips and added: "If you do the director's career, no one will get angry. If you don't get angry, it means you have no attitude. Getting angry is a good thing, and everyone can understand it."

After hearing Jia Zhangke's analysis, Du An understood why he got angry today. It turned out to be a process of accumulating strength.

Indeed, he was really not very adaptable to this working mode. He only knew that there was a problem for a while, but he didn't know where the problem was.

Jia Zhangke said again: "But Director Du, you can be so sensitive in your first art film, which is really amazing. Some directors can only shoot commercial films. One shot is a bit deep, but it doesn't taste any more. It's because they don't have the keen sense of smell like you. From this point of view, Director Du, you have a lot of potential to develop towards us."

Du An shook his head repeatedly and smiled bitterly: "I will never shoot such a video again after filming this movie. It's so tiring."

Like a chainsaw, the beautiful and beautiful woman, just follow the plot directly. What the characters should be like. At most, add some details. It is too much to think about the characters to this depth. It is not worth it.

And in his opinion, after it is released, the box office of Flying Over the Crazy Asylum will definitely not be comparable to that of the Terminator, and it is so brain-consuming.

With this time, he might as well shoot two more Terminator movies. Making money is the best way to go.

After talking about some movie technology and the circle, Jia Hongsheng and Jia Zhangke said goodbye.

After sending them away, Duan stayed in the living room for a long time. Finally, he took out his cell phone, opened the address book, and found Zhu Qian's phone number on it.

After hesitating for a long time after putting his finger on the button, Duane finally pressed it down.

The process of waiting for the phone to be connected was a long time. Duane seemed to have waited for sixty years before the phone finally reconnected.

""

He put his phone in his ear, and Zhu Qian on the other end didn't speak for a long time.

"Hey, ahem, it's me, Duane."

Zhu Qian didn't say anything, so he could only speak.

Zhu Qian's chuckle came from the other end, "Of course I know it's you, I just depend on when you plan to speak."

Hearing Zhu Qian's tone, he didn't seem to be angry, which made Du An finally relieve his heart, laugh and said, "I haven't fallen asleep yet."

"At this time, how long does anyone go to bed so early now."

"Too,"

Duan took his cell phone and walked around the living room. Finally, he walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, opened the floor-to-ceiling window, walked out, stood on the balcony, looked up at the dark and dirty sky in Nanyang City, where there was no sign of seeing the stars. The cold wind blew in front of him, jumping in from the collar of his sweater, but he didn't intend to cover it.

"I'm sorry for what happened today."

He finally said this sorry.

Zhu Qian on the other end didn't mind and said cheerfully: "Hey, what's the matter? When I was filming movies, I was often scolded by the director and got used to it. And I've only met you wherever you are. I've met you several times, and the director wanted to hit me."

Duane chuckled and said nothing.

In his opinion, directors such a good actor, such as Zhu Qian, would want to offer him three incense sticks a day. However, when he gets so angry, it is probably to comfort himself.

Zhu Qian on the other end of the phone heard his chuckle and spoke seriously, "Director Du, don't think I'm comforting you, what I said is true."

"You don't think my acting skills are born, I have never been to school, and these things are scolded little by little. I still remember the most impressive time was when I was twenty years old. I was playing a supporting role in a TV series. Because I couldn't cry, the director pointed at the nose and scolded me for more than ten minutes. The entire crew stopped to look at us. Finally, I was scolded and cried, and no one came to comfort me. I immediately seized the time and quickly passed the scene."

"Later I would cry. Every time I had a crying scene, I would think about the scene at that time, and then tears came down. My acting skills were also slowly coming out like this."

Duane stopped laughing and listened quietly.

"So, Director Du, you really don't need to blame yourself. It's all for the crew. I understand it, and it doesn't affect our friendship."

Hearing this, Du An couldn't stand the sensational atmosphere and couldn't help but joke: "Then I'll find you in the next drama for half the price."

He heard Zhu Qian on the other end of the phone say, "Okay, don't say half price, just one dollar, as long as you want me." His tone was sincere.

As long as you want me

This is the reward for knowing that you will get.

Du An took a deep breath and looked up at the building opposite. It was pitch black, with two or three lights on in sporadic places. From the window, you could see someone walking inside.

"I figured out the problem today. Let's continue tomorrow. There will be no more problems this time."

"That's good,"

Zhu Qian's voice sounded a little lazy and a little watery.

Duane couldn't help asking, "What are you doing?"

"Which feet are washed."

Something on his head touched his head. Du An looked up and saw that it was Su Jin's suspender shirt.

He moved a step to the side, wiped his hair, and said to Zhu Qian on the other end of the phone: "Finally, let me tell you a good news."

Zhu Qian asked casually: "What good news?"

"The actress's winner at Huabiao Awards is gone next year,"

Duan looked at the starry sky and said this.

Just as Zhu Qian on the other end was still wondering why the Huabiao Award winner was gone next year, Du An gave the answer.

"You took it away half a year in advance."

He heard the sound of water on the other end of the phone and Zhu Qian was silent.

After a long time, I heard Zhu Qian's voice coming from the other end, "Director Du, your bragging habit should be changed."

Duane chuckled, not refuting, but just continued to look up at the vast night sky.

When he finally figured out that Li Hui should be like this, he knew that Huabiao Prize would eat the shit of Feiyue Crazy Asylum, and he had to clap his hands and say it was delicious. To be continued.

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