I really can't act

Chapter 39 Notice ([-])

The conference room assigned to "Stirring China" is very large, with advanced equipment, and no one has used it yet. Among them is the Sony VPL-DX15, a flagship projector that has just entered the mainland area. Wu Zhijun noticed it and suggested it to be used for filming .

The new episode of "Stirring China" special program.

In the newly renovated interior, there is a special smell of formaldehyde, coming from all directions, but Xiao Lin thinks this smell is supremely beautiful, and it represents brand new, new, and everything is good.He roughly looked at the decorations in the room, but he didn't know them. Thinking of the purpose of coming, he first asked the most conspicuous projector among them: "Can this thing play movies?"

Wu Zhijun said, "Of course."

Xiao Lin: "Will the picture be lost?"

"Yes, I can't tell."

Wu Zhijun was obsessed with the indoor projection equipment. He explored up and down, and sighed enviously from time to time. After a while, he realized that it was not related to photography, so he explained aggrievedly: "Based on the level of equipment we used for shooting, it is enough. "

Because the meeting room was too big and it had been specially designed, Wu's voice echoed faintly.

As for shooting and releasing, there are two sides of the same body, and there is no such thing as the latter surpassing the former.

Xiao Lin seemed to understand, but nodded, and assumed a leadership attitude: "We will change to better equipment in the future, because we are a professional column team, and the production level is on par with movies." He subconsciously pointed at the waist of the jacket Take the cigarette, hold back this time, smash it, smash it in your mouth, feel very unaccustomed, your tongue becomes dry, and instead teach Wu Zhijun: "Angkor, don't smoke, we have discipline here."

"This is a public meeting room, not a private smoking hall!"

Wu Zhijun was puzzled: "Of course."

"Then, let's play the movie." Producer Xiao said.

He patted the empty space beside him.After thinking about it, he stretched his waist and took a picture across a seat.

Wu Zhijun then came over, sat down dully, and commented: "My suggestion is not to cut at all."

Xiao Lin: "Did you watch the movie first again?"

Wu Zhijun changed his words: "I didn't."

Xiao Lin didn't pursue it, but raised her chin:

"It's not an example."

In the film era, all the film materials of the film can fill the entire room, and the editor cuts the film at a specific location, and there is no condition to change the location, unless the film is moved first.

In the digital age, the material of a film can be stored in a small storage device, but it is still required to be in a specific disconnected room, otherwise there is a possibility of the source of the film being leaked.

It is impossible for Wu Zhijun to watch it honestly in the editing room. He must be like an ordinary person, copying it and enjoying it nearby.If he went to fix the computer, the show would be over.

The first one was the animation of the "Stirring China" column group. The words "special edition" were added, and then it entered the micro movie.

Ah!
Xiao Lin felt that the throne was extraordinarily comfortable, and couldn't help but take a deep breath, this precious, exclusive formaldehyde assigned to him by the organization.He subconsciously touched his pocket, and held back again.

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At the end of July 93, Sun Tian knew his score in the college entrance examination. He ranked No. 7 in the local high school.

The teacher said: "Sun Tian, ​​you don't need to go to college. If you can't afford it, you can apply for the Textile Department of our Light Industry Institute. The Light Industry Institute is a junior college. If you pass the exam, you will have a solid job. When you come out, you will work in a local textile factory. , you will become an urban employee and no longer a rural person. The teacher has helped many students fill in their volunteers, and it will not harm you."

Sun Tian said: "I want to go to college, after I graduate, I want to go to a southern city."

The teacher also persuaded: "Your grades may not be able to go to a university in the provincial capital, but if you go to a junior college, you have a relatively good chance. The college will provide you with distribution, the factory will pay you wages, and there will be rice, flour, grain and oil during the Chinese New Year; Your family’s conditions are not good, and if you work in a factory, you will be guaranteed, so you can go home and ask for a wife.”

Sun Tian insisted: "I want to go to the south."

The teacher stopped persuading, Sun Tian filled in the name of his favorite university

The year before, the chief designer went south to give a speech. Many people heard it and passed it on to each other, but they didn't really know that Sun Tian hung the portrait of the designer in his home and often looked at it. Come out of the city of wonders.

This gust of spring breeze gradually blows from the south to Yu Province in the central part, blows into the endless wheat waves of his hometown in the countryside, and blows into Sun Tian's heart.

Sun Tian is going to the south.

The college entrance examination is a long one-person "passing through the tribulation". When you receive the admission notice, it is the perfect time to withdraw your sword and sheath: the protagonist's aura is added, and all kinds of magic weapons are gathered to open a new story line.

For some reason, just after filling out the application form, the relatives were more confident than Sun Tian, ​​and they were all sure of winning, as if they were the ones who really passed the college entrance examination.The relatives held a celebration banquet in advance, invited Sun Tian to dinner in turn, and introduced to others: "This is the pillar of our family."

Sun Tian really felt that he had made it.But as he gradually gained weight, he became more and more guilty, "If you don't pass the exam, you will eat and drink for nothing."

He didn't dare to think about the day when he didn't pass the exam, but he had to think about it. Sun Tian began to suffer from insomnia, thinking wildly, maybe the admission notice would come tomorrow, maybe it would never come, and finally fell asleep, and dreamed that the notice hit his face in a daze On the road, I woke up suddenly, and there was no trace of everything.

Sun Tian was overly anxious, and his family members were also affected by the same emotion. Several students received admission letters one after another, but none of Sun Tian himself was there. He became more and more envious and uneasy; Rural students missed the university registration because the notification letter was lost on the road, so that whenever the postman passed by, Sun Tian would chase after him and ask, "Did you receive my mail? My name is Sun Tian."

"Have you received it yet?"

After all, Sun Tian did not receive his notice.

In September, the family asked someone to go to the provincial capital to inquire. There was no young man named "Sun Tian" on the list of freshmen applying for the college. As the days passed, Sun Tian gradually became depressed. He planned to repeat his studies. This was his only one. Hopeful, he told his parents the news, so the parents couldn't sleep well all night, and contacted the relatives who had dinner before, and asked to borrow some money to help.

When I was boarding at school, I bought a meat dish for five cents, and a soup dish for two cents.but.

"Repeat will cost 30 yuan. Tuition and miscellaneous fees will be calculated separately." Sun Tian heard about this.

The family desperately put together.It was placed with my mother, and my father injured his waist because he helped others harvest wheat, so he was treated in the village health center. Although the barefoot doctor suggested going to the big hospital in the county town, the family could no longer afford the money.

The harvester became Sun Tian's mother.

Sun Tian went to his mother to ask for money.His mother, bent down in the field, his mother, thin and not much thicker than wheat, saw him, above the lace of the straw hat, a pair of tired eyes looked at him in surprise:
"Are you asking for money?"

"read."

"how much is it?"

"30 yuan will do."

Mother took out her pocket, took out a roll of crumpled ten-cent notes, and pointed them with her cracked fingers.The wind blew through the wheat, her single clothes fluttered, revealing her yellow shoulders, her small hands couldn't hold so much odd money, and it was about to leak out, Sun Tian quickly helped her hold it, but was shocked, he has been an adult for a long time I didn't touch my mother's hand, I didn't expect that my mother's skin was cut like this wheat.

Sun Tian suddenly knelt down in the field, like the wheat his mother had cut beside him.

"Mom, I don't want to study anymore, I'm going directly to the south to work."

His mother didn't say this: "In the future, you can't kneel to others."

　Thank you book friend Robot Blood for your reward

　　
　
(End of this chapter)