Watching them run to Quyang, but because there was no research in advance, and then the shooting scene was chaotic, Lu Zian couldn't help laughing.

Such a team made him can't help but think of his own group of reckless little wolf cubs.

With a momentum, the sword mountain and the sea of fire dare to break through.

The most successful thing about a work is not the exquisite picture, let alone how powerful and famous the stars sing the theme song.

It's about the resonance of the soul.

Looking at this work, it can make people empathize, resonate in the depths of their souls, cry and laugh together, and this work is a success.

Then the film crew wanted to film how to make mulberry paper, but when they arrived at the scene, they found that the workshops had long been abandoned.

"......" Lu Zi'an simply wanted to support his forehead, but it was too unreliable, and he didn't do any preparation in advance?

He wanted to laugh and cry, remembering the scene when he once gritted his teeth and resigned.

Seeing this messy group of people, I ran to take a picture of the last bundle of mulberry bark collected by an old man.

It was really bark, like hay, dry and messy.

This is simply a film crew with both joy and sadness, and it is rare that the voiceover has not been processed in any way, just like a big brother, smoking on a cold and howling night, while chatting with you.

Lu Zi'an couldn't help but want to find melon seeds to knock on it, feeling a unique atmosphere.

In the picture, the photography team has arrived in Jiangxian County, Shanxi, where photographer Xiao Jiang wants to treat rhinitis.

After the phlebotomy of the village doctor, Xiao Jiang's rhinitis was cured, and then he withdrew from the film crew.

Then there is what Director Zhang said, the driver is carrying the camera......

But......

Lu Zi'an raised his eyebrows and looked at the picture with his chin in his hands: "Hey, this is a pretty good shot." ”

"yes, that's pretty good, it's a bit talented. Old man Zhuo was wearing reading glasses, and he was addicted to it: "Oh, my hands are also quite stable." ”

Director Zhang smiled and didn't say anything.

His works, like his people, are loyal, honest, and there are no fancy things, and some are all rustic.

Reading between the lines, you can feel his seriousness, his fiery heart.

He must have been sad about the departure of the photographer, but he didn't give up and dragged the rest of the crew on the road.

Fortunately, fate just played a joke on him, and the rest of the journey began to be on the right path.

They went to Longwan Village in Gansu Province, and Yu Pan exchanged the price of helping his eldest sister pull a cart for news of where there was a sheepskin raft to make.

On the banks of the Yellow River, they flipped through the sheepskin, and even through the screen, they seemed to smell the strong rancid smell.

Because this sheepskin was placed on the shore, in the summer, after four days, it was already completely stinky.

But they didn't go to experience riding a sheepskin raft, they only filmed the process of making a sheepskin raft, and then went to Xinjiang to drift the Gobi.

Mulberry paper in Mengmen Town, Liulin, Shanxi, sheepskin raft in Longwan Village, Jingtai, Gansu, Dai oil-paper umbrella in Mengsha Town, Menghai County, Yunnan......

The picture is cut very tightly, the plot is basically gone, and there is a feeling of being in a hurry.

However, this does not prevent them from watching.

Especially when he saw the old man who made the oil-paper umbrella Kan Wen sitting against the wall, not speaking, and staring at the work in his hand, Lu Zi'an couldn't help but let out a knowing smile.

As for the oil-paper umbrella, he has also made it.

The old man's hands were constantly busy, and his movements were very skillful.

The 30 small pieces of bamboo should be smoothed and then sawn open by feeling on the umbrella head as a support, which is also 30.

Lu Zi'an stroked his fingers on his thighs, flicking them slightly, and recalled the process of making oil-paper umbrellas in his mind, although some details were slightly different, but they were still generally similar.

There was basically not much difficulty ahead, but his brows furrowed slightly as he watched the old man Kanwin make the umbrella bone.

This force is too strong, isn't it easy to stretch into an arc......

Sure enough, his worries were not superfluous, and in the end, the old man Kanwin slipped away.

Slip once, do it all over again, do it all over again, slip off once......

Looking at him slightly down, his tense lips, Lu Zi'an's heart also tightened, and he couldn't wait to replace him.

It's a pity that it's not on the same plane, otherwise he would really want to go up and help him.

Fortunately, after repeating this eight times, it finally succeeded.

Seeing that he succeeded, Lu Zi'an actually took a long breath, and saw that Director Zhang had bought five oil-paper umbrellas from his house, the old man Kanwen smiled extremely happily, and Lu Zi'an lowered his eyes slightly and looked at his hands.

I have always dreamed of going to the end of the world with a sword, like a lone ranger, and walking the world in style.

Unexpectedly, the method of Youyi's enlightenment was seen in this documentary in advance.

Every skill brings Lu Zi'an a novel touch.

When everything was finished, the box suddenly fell silent.

Everyone didn't speak, and Lu Zi'an stared at the frozen picture and fell into his own thoughts.

"How, how......"

Director Zhang's voice interrupted his thoughts, and Lu Zi'an came back to his senses, looking at the obviously unconfident look on his face and stunned.

"Good. Lu Zi'an nodded, thought about it and shook his head: "No, it's very good, very good!

He couldn't help but applaud vigorously, even if he was the only one in the audience, he was willing to give such a film all the glory!

Old Man Zhuo and Mr. Wen also applauded together, and in such a slightly thin applause, Director Zhang's eyes gradually lit up.

His lips twitched slightly, and the original unconfidence in his eyes gradually replaced with joy.

They set out from Beijing and traveled all the way to Xinjiang, Tibet, Yunnan, Hunan, and further north.

After 126 days, 199 traditional crafts were filmed.

I am not only amazed by the intricate traditional handicrafts that I have never seen, but also silently sad for the skills that have been lost because no one has inherited them.

After going through hardships on the way, I made a film after I came back, but I couldn't find a way out.

The TV stations they found also rejected in various ways, saying that they were unprofessional, that the dubbing was not good, that the picture was not good, and that some even asked them to simply overturn it all and start over.

But they all gritted their teeth and persevered.

Maybe.

Overturning and restarting, re-dubbing, retouching and overhauling the picture, and getting some gorgeous special effects, may make the TV station take a fancy to it, but this is not the film they want to make.

He went to chase his dreams, and in doing so, didn't he paint his dreams and repaint them?

He didn't want to.

Some people called him stupid, but he knew that it was all worth it.

"It's worth it. Lu Zi'an picked up the tea and held it in front of him with a precious and heavy face: "Director Zhang, for the sake of dreams, for the sake of craftsmanship, I will give you a cup." ”

Tea instead of wine, the cup is full of his sincerity.

Zhang Jing's eyes widened, and his chest seemed to be blocked by something, burning in a panic.

He took the cup and drank it in one gulp, as if something had fallen into the cup in his eyes.

The real bitterness comes at a time.

Being able to get people's sincere recognition made him happier than the approval of the TV station.

As soon as he was happy, he couldn't help but chatter, pulling Lu Zi'an upside down and talking about some small things that happened during the journey.

Lu Zi'an listened attentively, with a smile on the corner of his lips.

He really likes to hear these little details, as if he were there.

They went to eat, and Director Zhang also started to feel homesick after leaving home for a month, blaming himself and feeling hypocritical.

Frame by frame, scene by scene, make up this vivid documentary.

Only these people can make such a film, Lu Zi'an lowered his eyes and smiled slightly.

During this period, Mr. Zhuo and Mr. Wen also recalled the old days from time to time, and many things could be combined with the pictures in the film.

Watching this film, it's like reliving the years they once spent, and it's really a magical experience.

The four of them chatted very happily, and simply had lunch and dinner.

It wasn't until the middle of the moon that Old Man Zhuo suddenly remembered that tomorrow was Lu Zi'an's big day, and slapped his thigh: "Oh, you can't talk anymore, Zi'an, you have to go back and go to bed early!"

didn't even have time to say goodbye, Lu Zi'an was pushed into the car.

This reunion finally came to an end.

Lu Zi'an didn't remember until he got home that they chatted so happily that they even forgot to leave their contact information, and couldn't help but stand under the shower and laugh.

Obviously, he came to ask him to help, but in the end, he completely forgot about it, and no one even mentioned that he wanted to find a way to publicize it......

It's all temperamental, it's really interesting, it's been a long time since I've met someone who can talk to someone like this.

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