It has been a week since the filming of "Mo Ji" started, and the old man's interest is still very high, and he will be satisfied every day when he sees his son busy, and the staff have also met this old lady and received a lot of delicious food from her.

And today has entered the final shooting, only some simple dialogues and the end are left, about the plot of this end Xu Kuan has been entangled for a long time whether to change it, and finally decided to adapt. Because if you perform according to the original text, there has to be a scene of pickled radish being hit by a car, which is very difficult to shoot, and it is very expensive for a micro-film, but fortunately, there are great sound engineers in the group, who will change the form and replace the painting with sound.

Because the protagonist Bai Feng has this auditory defect, the effect of the whole film on the sound table is quite high, and the sound engineer in the group is a long-haired boy, who is a little unreliable when he speaks, but his professional level is very powerful. Fifty percent of a movie depends on sound.

Xu Kuan was quite optimistic about this, and Li Yao called him before and said that he had found a ready-made team for him, although he was very happy, he put forward a point at that time, that is, if the recording engineer was not good, he would rather rent one himself.

The boy's name is Cookie, and every time he introduces his name, he emphasizes that his name means "terminal number jù" rather than "cookie". Usually he is not only responsible for lifting the pole, but also responsible for monitoring, Xu Kuan serves as a microphone player, and he plays well with him.

Cookie's biceps are well developed and toned, and of course, every experienced lifter will have a pair of unicorn arms. With his desired depressing and positioning skills, the material he has obtained so far has worked very well, and he can have a clean simultaneous sound with only a filter, and every word the actor says has been wrenched by the fishing rod.

I went to the street to record some material, and then found some overlapping audio tracks on the Internet in the later stage, and the plot was almost pieced together. Seeing that it is about to be completed, the whole group hopes that it will end soon, and the love is high.

The filming location is in a school, and an empty classroom is borrowed, which is where the last few scenes were filmed, and the content is also very simple, but some conversations between Li Yao and Yanzi.

Although it is not difficult, I am not satisfied with the shooting many times in a row. The protagonist's obstacle made it impossible for him to hear it in time, so he guessed and then answered what he said to the second male lead, and from the perspective of filming, it was to show this sense of disobedience.

Xu Kuan bit the cap of the pen, temporarily added a lot of lines, and set up eight cameras, outside the window, pickled radish perspective, white maple perspective, side, shadow, lower body, and hands.

According to his idea, this is to edit this paragraph to have a very different feeling, mainly in reverse, and constantly interspersed with different perspectives, and the rhythm is based on the content of the conversation.

In other words, in this scene, Li Yao and Yanzi have to shoot dozens or hundreds of times.

Yanzi took a sip of water, Bai Feng's character had already trusted pickled radish in the background of the script, and had the rare courage to talk to him, compared to the previous scene, there were more lines.

In order to ensure consistency, Xu Kuan also used a pencil to write down detailed hints on the desk like a cheat sheet.

Li Yao sat on the other side of the table and looked at the small characters, as thin as an ant's legs, he believed that Xu Kuan's English dictation must have been full marks when he was in school - very experienced.

Swallow was also ready, and after one last glance at the script, he threw it to Matcha, and after the mouse shouted to start, he spoke:

"The weather was nice today. ”

The pickled radish was originally lying on the table, but when he heard Bai Feng take the initiative to open his mouth, he sat up straight in surprise and replied with a little surprise:

"Hmm"

He opened his eyes wide and observed Bai Feng, he was still like that, no different from usual.

Bai Feng continued: "The wind is very strong, and when I came to school today, I saw someone flying a kite. ”

Looking out of the window, there were only the two of them in the empty classroom, the glass was slightly reflective, and the reflected shadows of light gray flowers and branches swayed silently with the wind.

Wow wow, pickled radish thought to himself, what Bai Feng said today was simply a record.

He was very happy: "I also saw an eagle's kite, it was very realistic, I thought it was real." ”

The door was open, the wind was blowing, and a discarded paper towel under the table was blown. There is also a half piece of rubber that fell out of nowhere, lying there, motionless.

It was the first time for Bai Feng to dare to speak so casually, he couldn't hear what the pickled radish was talking about, and what was coming from his ears now was yesterday's farce, at that time, the pickled radish was speaking for him who couldn't be justified.

The pickled radish in front of him was very different from the first time I saw it, when he was crying, and now he is laughing.

"When I was a kid, I also loved to fly kites. ”

Pickled radish: "Yes, it may be a little strange, but why don't you try it together in Nanhu Park on the weekend?"

His hands on the table were lightly interlocked, and he moved his thumb a little uneasily.

Bai Feng couldn't hear it, and continued to talk to himself: "Yesterday I saw an old bookstore. ”

"Ah" Bai Feng ignored his question at all, it should be unwilling, too, the two boys, who are not young, what kind of kite do they fly.

The shadows of the two men extend from their feet, stand up along the desks, and then spread out on the tabletops, the lines of the side faces facing each other.

Bai Feng: "I saw some old cartridges through the glass, I once saw you holding them, I think you should like it." ”

"Cassette, it's when I was a child, I relied on that old radio entertainment at home, and I often listened to cassettes and didn't expect you to know. ”

"I can pick you a box next time I pass by. ”

"No, no, just sue me there. ”

Outside the window, there was a bird fluttering up from the tree, and the branches swayed and dropped some leaves.

"Our family used to have some fish, but yesterday the oxygen supply machine broke down and they all died. ”

"Ah, do you raise goldfish?"

"I get a cold every season like this. ”

"At the turn of the seasons is sure"

"I still cough, and I can't sleep when I cough. ”

"The hands are lightly clenched, and the joints are against the joints.

Bai Feng didn't seem to be listening to him at all.

Pickled radish lowered his head, the smile on his face could no longer be maintained, and Bai Feng stopped when he saw him lower his head.

"Bai Feng, do you know what my name is?" he asked.

Bai Feng knew that there was a seating chart with names on the podium for the teachers to ask questions, and he had specially gone to see it. But the pickled radish lowered his head, and Bai Feng couldn't see him talking.

Of course, even if you see it, you can't hear it.

"I thought "

According to the script, Li Yao raised his head and said his lines, but from the window, he saw Yang Ming, who said that he would come to the crew yesterday.

"I thought you could care about me a little"

"Ka! Li Yao, what's the matter with you, this is the last one, can you be serious?" the mouse couldn't help but say to him, "Do it again, it's over after filming, don't cuò on a business trip!"

"I was distracted just now, I'm really sorry" Li Yao said, and when he looked over again, Yang Ming was already gone.

He calmed down, and the last one was quickly filmed, and everyone cheered for the end of the work. The recording engineer Cookie didn't care about his fiber rod anymore, and began to rub his shoulders after putting it away, Xu Kuan couldn't wait to go to the editing team to discuss the post-production, Matcha was wearing her matcha-like clothes and was discussing something with the prop master, the mouse and his mother were talking happily, and the swallow had walked away at some point.

He changed back into his clothes and tried to find Yang Ming in the crowd, but he was not there after looking around, so he had to leave the venue. This is the old real building of a middle school, except for this one that they borrowed for filming, other classrooms are used as utility rooms, desks and chairs are stacked, and some of them have some quite large metal frames in them, which should be used to stretch advertising cloth when holding events.

Many of the anti-slip strips on the stairs have fallen off, the handrails are wooden, which have been rubbed all year round, smooth and shiny, and the pillars supporting at the bottom are iron and rusty.

He walked up the stairs to the top of the building, locked like any other school, and had to go down another floor, eventually seeing Yang Ming in an unlocked classroom at the end of the hallway.

There was only one piano in the classroom, a very old foot-pedal wooden piano. Yang Ming sat down in front of the piano and opened the dusty lid.

The keys are missing a lot. The rest is also worn badly.

Yang Ming. Li Yao walked into the classroom, "Have you seen me before?"

Yang Ming looked up at his face and frowned as if he was thinking: "No." ”

Li Yao laughed self-deprecatingly, too, what stupid question was he asking, obviously he should have realized that this world was just a false temporary place to stay as soon as Yang Ming appeared.

Yang Ming: "I hope this film of yours is not too slow, I plan to use it to warm up, if necessary, I can help you contact a more professional editing team." ”

"Enough. ”

"What?"

Why do you always have such an unfamiliar attitude?

Why do I have to do such a thing?

Why do you have to leave just after getting used to a world?

Why can't I just live a normal life?

Why should I be alone with memories that no one has?

Why can't even you make me dependable?

Li Yao wanted to say a lot, but he didn't say anything in the end, just gritted his teeth:

"Nothing, our editors are good, don't worry. ”

With that, he was going to leave.

"Wait a minute. Yang Ming called him, "There is a role tomorrow, and the scheduled actor has an accident, and I recommend you to the director." ”

Li Yao's feet stopped at the door for a moment, but he still walked out:

"That's a thank you. ”

It's just a polite relationship, what else can you hope for? No one can be there for him until this cruel game is over.