I'm the director, I'm not bad

Chapter 51 050. Then come with me
"The story, in fact, must be a good story... and I think the director must have had a prototype when shooting. But I can't accept the shooting method... It's too rough, but I can understand it. The whole film gives me a feeling It's just that the director has no money, very poor... If he had money, he should be able to shoot better. But I really can't accept the shooting method... He is very strange, but I must say, this story... is well shot OK."

Xu Xin said while helping Yu Zhen carry the dumplings into the kitchen.

Ke said while shaking his head:
"But I still can't accept this kind of movie with too many fixed shots... He seems to be just filming the story as it is, telling the audience about it, instead of showing the psychological activities of different characters in different scenes from various angles... ..."

He rambled a lot.

And Yu Zhen said she was relieved... very relieved.

From the first class of her freshman year, she has been asking students not to interpret movies from the perspective of film critics, audiences, or any strange ones, but to think from the perspective of a director.

But in fact, this kind of angle requires a little tempering, accumulation of experience, and enough experience or talent of a director to achieve it.

But the student in front of me seems to be born with this intuition.

From the moment when the pot of water was put on the shelf, to the moment when the pot was already making noises, all his comments on the movie were from the director's point of view.

How to shoot the shots looks tense, and how to arrange the plot will be more clever.

Whether it's the scene, the shooting angle, the composition of the picture or the micro-expressions of the actors...he has listed many deficiencies in the film "Blind Well".And some places coincide with myself.

But apart from being gratified... she was more of a kind of dumbfounded.

I asked you to watch movies for inspiration... Who asked you to hand in my film review homework?

So she asked:

"So have you found your inspiration yet?"

"..."

In an instant, the eloquent Xu Sanjin became mute.

Aba Aba...

Not even a fart can come out.

"It doesn't appear to be."

Yu Zhen shook her head, held her mobile phone and said:

"Your master should be back soon. I'll make a phone call to ask where you are... You should think about it, and when you come back later, let's chat while eating dumplings, how about it?"

"……it is good."

Xu Xin, who has returned to the state of autistic child, lost all his enthusiasm for "The Blind Well" and entered the sage mode.

……

It was around 6 o'clock when Wang Wenyu brought his daughter Wang Xin home.

After seeing Xu Xin, he was not surprised, but rather enthusiastic.

Because he has a good impression of this young man, and he is also one of the few children whose daughter-in-law praises him as "talented".

Wang Xin did the same, yelling Brother Xu one by one.

But this is not the point.

The point is that Wang Wenyu was already exhausted after a week of business trip, but when he got home, he saw dumplings stuffed with beef and scallions made by his lover, and the two bottles of Moutai on the table.

This is the meat of the heart.

When he heard from his lover that it was from Xu Xin, Wang Wenyu took out the cup from the wine cabinet while being polite...

Drinking a cup of Moutai with a strong sauce fragrance with a tired body, and then taking a bath after putting your daughter to sleep and being intimate with your lover, the happy life of a middle-aged person is nothing more than this.

So, before the first plate of dumplings was served, Wang Wenyu was already busy pouring wine.

As a result, Xu Xin waved his hand:

"Master, it's okay, I can't drink, I'm driving."

"Eh~"

Wang Wenyu waved his hand:

"Put the car here, it's okay to drive tomorrow, it's the weekend anyway."

"No no no..."

Xu Xin still shook his head:

"I still have something to do with you. After drinking, we can't talk about business."

"……Um?"

Now, Wang Wenyu is really puzzled:
"What's up?"

"Xu Xin has a story in his mind, and he wants to get a script, but he has no direction. No, he came to me with wine today, just to solve this matter...Xinxin, come to eat."

The dumplings were out of the pot, and when Yu Zhen came out of the kitchen carrying two plates, she helped Xu Xin explain.

Wang Wenyu nodded first:
"Oh~~~"

Seeing that his "student" is really something, he didn't force it, but poured a glass of wine for himself and his lover, and pointed to the chair:

"Then let's eat and chat without delay."

With that said, Wang Wenyu brought Xu Xin a box of Huiyuan Juice.

"Eh, okay."

He took it with polite hands, opened the seal and poured it for himself, and Yu Zhen also untied the apron:
"Cook four dishes first, let's eat first. Dumplings have to be cooked while eating... mashed garlic?"

"Yes. I can do it myself~"

According to his own habits, he made a dipping sauce. As the head of the house, Wang Wenyu took the lead in holding the cup:

"I'll talk about other things for a while, come, come... welcome to our house, Xu Xin. Let's touch one first."

"Thank you, Master."

Two glasses of fruit juice and two glasses of white wine came together.

A sip of pure Moutai, a sip of authentic beef dumplings.

It can be seen that Wang Wenyu ate very happily.

After eating two dumplings and a few mouthfuls of cold dishes, he picked up the cup again and asked Xu Xin:
"Where did you get stuck?"

Xu Xin, who just touched a glass with Teacher Yu, quickly put down the glass, and then...

A distressed expression appeared on his face:
"I have a story in my head, but I can't find an entry point. I found a few entry points, but after thinking about it... I feel very mediocre. It's very uncomfortable."

"The starting point, right..."

Another dumpling was caught, and after swallowing it, Wang Wenyu said:

"You tell me where your inspiration is first."

"Inspiration is something my dad told me."

"Well, tell me carefully."

"it is good……"

With this glass of juice, he recounted how his father's Fa Xiao was killed and how he got in, and then said:
"Just after I heard this story, I wanted to write something... about my hometown. Master, you know that my family is not from northern Shaanxi. I am familiar with writing these things... and after I had a few ideas, I After simulating it in my head... I feel that the taste is not right, it is very mediocre. It is just... mediocre, it feels very routine, it is nothing more than a story of justice being done in the end..."

"Routines are actually equivalent to the framework of the story. It doesn't have to be so exclusive. It's more like the main line that you already know clearly, and what the screenwriter has to do is to carve out the details through different techniques in the main line. The upper limit may not be high. But the lower limit is actually quite stable. So, for new writers, it doesn’t have to be unconventional, thinking: Ah, I want to overthrow the routine, I want to create my own personal style.… These are meaningless, although We have to admit that this world has the kind of genius who became famous with a book, but more authors actually rely on a little bit of perfect understanding of the world and more mature ideas to create a good work... ..."

In all honesty, Wang Wenyu's words are quite pertinent.

But Xu Xin still shook his head:

"The main thing is that I can't pass my own level..."

He wouldn't say something like "I inherited my mother's behest".

It's unnecessary, it's too sensational, and it's too hypocritical.

And it's his own standard, not someone else's.

For this kind of thing, you just need to weigh in your heart "whether my mother will worry about me doing this kind of thing", or "whether it is necessary" or the like.

And Wang Wenyu is no stranger to Xu Xin's situation.

To put it bluntly, this is a very intuitive and intuitive... It can even be said to be a "standard" mentality for newcomers.

He has seen many new writers submit with the attitude of "ah, my book must hit everyone", "the artistry is absolutely unprecedented", or "it is your honor to read this book of mine"...

The longer you work, the more you see.

And it is precisely because he has seen and talked a lot that he understands that if the child's mentality does not hit a wall, he will not learn to grow, and it will be difficult to change...

From this point of view, Wang Wenyu actually misunderstood Xu Xin.

Because what Xu Xin said about his own standard was not to compare with others, but purely because he did not accept it.

He didn't have a mentality of comparison, he just felt that compared with what he saw, heard, and experienced... the entry points he found were a bit weak.

However, although the lips of the donkey are not right with the mouth of the horse.

But indeed, Xu Xin listened carefully, and Wang Wenyu did not fool Xu Xin.

From an editor's point of view, I gave him a lot of suggestions.

For example, first fragment the story, write out the paragraphs you want to express, and then connect them by connecting lines, and first summarize the story.

Or find a story of the same type for reference... Note that it is a reference, not a plagiarism.

I'm really serious.

Of course, dumplings are also eaten.

It was only then that Xu Xin realized... Teacher Yu and his wife... they can drink quite well.

It was equal to when the teacher started cooking dumplings again, and the couple had already had two drinks for one person.

And just as Xu Xin and Shigong were chatting about the bright spots he wanted to show in this story over cold dishes, Yu Zhen's phone rang suddenly.

No one took it seriously until Yu Zhen came out and saw the caller on the table... suddenly froze...

Take the phone and go to the kitchen:
"Hey, Director Ma..."

Seeing that the teacher had a phone call, Xu Xin also lowered his voice.

As a result, just as the voice was subdued, Yu Zhen suddenly heard:
"What?...now!?"

The voice was full of surprise.

Xu Xin stopped talking, thinking not to disturb Teacher Yu.

Wang Wenyu also looked at the kitchen wonderingly.

Then the two heard Yu Zhen say:
"This...Wen Yu just came back from a business trip, and we both drank some wine, this tastes like wine..."

Then there was another pause:

"Okay, I understand, then I'll go there now.... Mmm, see you later."

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Including Wang Xin, the three people on the table looked at Yu Zhen suspiciously.

Wang Wenyu asked directly:
"What's the matter? Who is looking for you? Going out?"

Yu Zhen nodded:
"Director Ma asked me to go there. Director Zhang originally said he would be back next Monday, but suddenly he moved ahead of schedule. He just got off the plane and called the people in the team to meet him."

Xu Xin didn't know what the two were talking about, but after Wang Wenyu heard it, he said subconsciously:
"Then I'll send you off..."

"No, I'll drive by myself...uh..."

Suddenly, the couple were a little dumbfounded.

Then, after Yu Zhen reacted, she said another sentence:
"Then I'll take a taxi..."

"Come on, Mr. Yu, it's okay if I take you off. I haven't drunk any alcohol."

Xu Xin took out the Audi key from his pocket:

"It's freezing cold, how can I let you take a taxi."

"Uh……"

When Yu Zhen heard it, she looked at Xu Xin up and down without thinking, and suddenly nodded...

"Alright, then... you can go with me."

There's no way, who makes this student pleasing to the eye.

He is a good seed, and when it is time to promote, he must be promoted.

Isn't this also the teacher's responsibility?

But Xu Xin didn't think too much, after hearing this, he suddenly turned his head...

"Xinxin, do you still eat your dumplings?"

Not knowing why, Wang Xin shook her head, and watched Brother Xu pick up the plate and pick it up...

After stuffing seven or eight dumplings into her mouth together, she laughed at her.

muttered:
"Brother will eat for you... Teacher Yu, let's go?"

"...You child."

Yu Zhen smiled and shook her head:
"Let's go."

(End of this chapter)