The next day, after the crew came to start work, they clearly felt the change in the atmosphere.

The director Du, who only knows how to say "perfection", seemed to have become a mute, without saying a word, and their producer Shu Yu is back, and he is also named an assistant director.

"Start!" "By!" "Stop!"...

Judging from these words alone, Shu Yu, the deputy director, is more professional than Duan, the general director who is "walking", and the shooting is finally no longer smooth and smooth.

"stop!"

Shu Yu frowned and asked Zhu Yuchen to come over, pointing at the monitor and said to him: "Look, why are you a little excited here? Are you very happy to be locked in a secret room? Be serious! I don't want you to play with it if I spend money to invite you to film!..."

Although he was scolded, Zhu Yuchen was very happy.

He was not a slut, he just noticed that the atmosphere of the crew had changed.

The "director" has changed, photography has changed, Zhang Jiayi has changed, Zhang Yi has changed... He could feel that everyone has begun to be serious and no longer passively and slackening like yesterday.

It seemed that just overnight, everyone saw hope - the hope of making a good movie.

Therefore, no one spoke about Shu Yu's proposition to take away the position of director Duan.

Zhu Yuchen even heard the drama business quietly say to the props: "It should have been done this long ago!"

The only person who has not changed is Duane.

He sat in the director's chair, yawned comfortably, glanced at the footage that had passed in the monitor, and then curled his lips.

What is the difference between this and the ones he photographed yesterday? Oh, there is a difference: if he photographed a group of listless ghosts yesterday, and today he photographed a group of lively monkeys, which are equally bad compared to the scenes he dreamed of.

Bored, he picked up a book and started to look.

"Sculpture Time", this is a book that Shu Yu brought to the scene.

Duan originally thought this would be a book about carving craftsmanship, but after reading it, he found that this book had nothing to do with carving - this was written by a guy named Xie Jin, which was a bit like an autobiography, and the main content was based on his experience and insights in film creation.

Anyway, I was idle, so Duane simply started watching slowly.

It looked like this one day, and it was soon dark.

There was a night show today, and everyone didn't get off work. After having fast food, they took a break and continued shooting.

Duane actually wanted to go back to sleep, but he could do anything but a director, so he had to sit here, continue reading his books, and play his mascot role well.

It was not until late at night that the bus that Shu Yu contacted was sent back to the city.

This was the case in the next few days. Duane spent his time reading books every day. From "Sculpture Time", seeing "Honor" and then seeing "Interpretation of Movie Language", as long as it was brought by Shu Yu, as long as it had words, he began to wonder if he had returned to college - if it weren't for the camera, all kinds of actors, and the woman around him who was turning from a language disorder to a chatterbox, reminding him on the set.

There was another night scene on this day. Du An read the book "Grammar of Movie Language" last night and saw it at two or three in the morning. He couldn't hold on until now, so he quietly slipped out of the set and ran to the prop room to find a hidden corner to sleep for a while.

Anyway, the director, as he, has almost become an invisible person in the past two days. He disappeared from the monitor for a while and no one will ask about it.

Clang clang clang clang clang

Duan was awakened by a busy noise. When his sleepy eyes were no longer sleepy and he woke up completely in a daze, his voice disappeared for a long time.

But he could no longer sleep.

“Hell…”

Du An muttered, and had no choice but to get up, walked out slowly, and walked to the set.

Duane was stunned when he arrived on the set.

The people were gone, and all the lights were pulled out. Only the lights in the secret room in the main scene were on, and they sat alone inside.

It's Shu Yu.

"You haven't left yet?"

Shu Yu frowned and looked at him like this.

"I just went to the bathroom and read the book for a while. It seems that I have been squatting for a while?"

Du Anyang said the book "The Art World of Film Directors" in his hand without changing his face, and then immediately changed the topic, for fear that Shu Yu would continue to delve into this topic.

"Where are they? They are off work? Why haven't you left yet?"

"The number of people has not been calculated well, the position is not enough, I have been holding tightly in the past two days, and the driver dared not overload, so I let them leave first."

The number of people is not calculated well?

Duane looked at the woman in front of him.

It seems that she has been under a lot of pressure these two days. As a producer, she has not noticed that her subordinates have committed such negligence. I think she has to be too busy with her and can't take care of her. Otherwise, with the shrewd impression this woman left on herself, she would not be like someone who would make such mistakes.

"Is that book mine?"

Shu Yu suddenly said.

Duan was not embarrassed to be a thief and was caught by his master. Instead, he walked over and returned the book to Shu Yu as an old friend, and added a comment: "This book is good, it is written very carefully, not as mysterious as the previous few."

Shu Yu looked at him calmly, with a little surprised in his eyes. He probably didn't expect that the liar's skin could be so thick.

She took her book back, but didn't read it, just continued to sit, looking outside, not knowing what she was reading.

Duane also saw it along her sight.

He saw the tall courtyard wall, the dim lights of the cottage at the door, and through the glass, he could see the old man who was hired by the crew to put his ear on the radio to listen to the opera. He really didn't understand why the crew invited such an old man who could even "director" to listen to "toxicity", and even if someone turned over from the roof of his cottage and danced a break dance on the roof, he probably wouldn't hear it.

It's really a joke to expect such a person to watch the crew's property.

Duane shook his head.

"He was named Zhang, and his ears were very serious, so he lived in the village next to him."

Shu Yu suddenly spoke.

Du An shook his head and made sure that there were only two of them here, so he made sure that Shu Yu was talking to him.

"His children are very bad to him, so they can only rely on themselves. It is really pitiful to have to come out to make a living at such an old age. Other crews know about his situation, so they just find some miscellaneous work for him to do, and they have survived in the past few years."

Among these "sympathetic" people, it is obviously also included the woman in front of him.

"Do you think it's ridiculous if you have bad ears but do night watch?"

Du An was about to speak, but Shu Yu continued: "Just like me, I clearly don't understand the director at all, but I am a director."

Duan then realized that the woman didn't want to hear what he said, so he simply kept silent.

"I know I'm not a director's material. The day before yesterday, there was a scene that I wanted to use close-ups and close-ups. Chen Xin said it would be better to use panoramic and medium-scene. I was convinced by him. It's better to do that. Then I knew that even if I seized the time to read two more books, I couldn't be a good director."

Chen Xin is the name of their crew photographer.

"That's true. If you can be a good director by just reading two books, why are there so few good directors?"

Shu Yu stopped talking after saying this.

Duan waited for a long time but didn't see her talking. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something to comfort his big boss.

But Shu Yu immediately spoke again, and Duan was so uncomfortable that he had the heart to strangle this woman to death.

"The next situation happened one after another. I wanted to say no every time, but every time I thought about it, it was their proposal better, so I finally agreed every time. Until now, I found out that I was wrong."

Du An remembered the books he had read in the past two days and realized the seriousness of the problem: To be honest, the director is the king of a movie, and maybe some details can be followed by better suggestions, but the whole movie must be based on his idea, otherwise the photography thinks that the shot is not good, the actors think that the emotions here are wrong, and the props think that the saw cannot be changed in black, so who should I listen to this movie? What else should the director do? What movie can a team of loose sand make?

Such a movie is also a weird monster when it is shot, just like the movie "Saw" they are now filming.

But what does that have to do with him?

Duan continued to keep silent, his eyes, nose and heart, and the old spirit was entering into meditation on the ground.

"I really can't be a good director, or even a qualified director."

After Shu Yu said this, he stopped talking.

This time Duane will not try to pick her up again.

Sure enough, after a while, she answered the conversation herself.

“It’s raining.”

This jump is a bit big.

Du An complained in his heart, but his eyes unconsciously looked outside, as if he really saw the thin raindrops, and he seemed to hear the dinging sound of raindrops hitting the ground in his ears.

Then the next moment he knew it was really raining.

Shu Yu walked out, stood in the open space, turned his back to him, looked up at the sky, but it was dark tonight, and there was not even a half-moon.

She didn't move, and in a short while, several irregular transparent water lines appeared on her white clothes.

"What are you doing?"

Duan asked, feeling that the woman in front of him was a lunatic.

Who else went outside to get wet even though he knew it was raining?

"Do you know? In more than a month, at most two months, I will go back to the small county town where I was born."

Duane felt his head hurt: the woman in front of him might be really crazy, he felt that he was completely following her thinking pattern.

Too jumpy.

"I was born, grew up, went to elementary school, middle school, high school, and then left and came here. Before I left, I told my mom that I would take root here and make a lot of money. The most important thing is that I promised that I would do what I had done, but now I can't do it."
To be continued...