Wang Tao looked Lan Beibei up and down: "Are you serious?" ”

Lan Beibei made a straight face: "Am I joking?" ”

The two of them said they would do it. After www.biquge.info next day's public course "Marxist Theory", Lan Beibei, accompanied by Wang Tao, walked up to the podium and announced to the students who were chasing and laughing in the classroom: "Dear, Wang Tao and I are going to set up a micro-film studio, and everyone is welcome to sign ......up."

But the students in the classroom continued to chase and laugh, and they didn't listen to what Lan Beibei was talking about.

"Lan Beibei, do you really want to set up a micro film studio?" Wang Tao's new roommate, Zhao Daming, who used to be in charge of the "National College Online Novel Joint Competition", asked curiously.

"yes, you want to sign up?" Blue Beibei enthusiastically said.

"I'm just asking." Zhao Daming immediately ran away......

After class, Lan Beibei and Wang Tao set up a stall at the east gate of the school, on which they put the sign of "Star City Visual Micro Film Studio" and a stack of leaflets, and began to publicize.

"Take a look, don't miss it, Star City Visual Micro Film Studio is recruiting members!" Lan Beibei shook the leaflet in her hand and shouted, as if she was selling fake drugs.

Groups of students walked past the stall, but none of them looked at her. Occasionally, a few came to see it, and ran away as soon as they heard the word "registration".

Wang Tao was more direct, grabbed a girl and said: "Beauty, you are so beautiful, please join our micro film studio." Of course, the consequence was that he was knocked on the head and received a sentence: "Pervert, get out of the way." ”

After a busy afternoon, Lan Beibei and Wang Tao failed to recruit anyone, it seems that it is really "the ideal is very plump, and the reality is very skinny".

Wang Tao returned to the dormitory building listlessly, and saw Zhao Daming, who was fat-headed and big-eared, Ding Qiang, who was five big and three thick, and a boy from the next class with short and small eyes setting a table at the staircase, playing cards happily.

Looking at the oil paint on their faces all over the three of them because of the loss, Wang Tao walked over angrily and funny: "Ding Qiang, Zhao Daming, Qian Sheng!" ”

The three men who were playing cards ignored him.

Ding Qiang threw two cards on the table: "One two." ”

"You say I'm two?" Wang Tao smiled bitterly.

Zhao Daming also threw out two cards: "One against two." ”

Wang Tao nodded: "Okay, Lan Beibei and I are both two." ”

Qian Sheng simply threw down the four cards and shouted: "Four two, two bombs!" ”

Wang Tao was almost crazy, shook Ding Qiang and said, "Ding Qiang, aren't you also very good at filming, come to our micro film studio." ”

"Spare me." Ding Qiang was so frightened that he immediately put down his cards and ran away.

Wang Tao caught up: "Want to run? You're too bad buddy! ”

Ding Qiang ran and ran in front, and suddenly a rockery blocked the way, so he struggled to climb the rockery.

A hand grabbed the corner of his clothes behind his back, and he didn't have to think about it, it must be Wang Tao.

Ding Qiang reluctantly sat down on the rockery, and Wang Tao also sat next to him.

"If a person doesn't have a dream, what's the difference between him and salted fish?" Wang Tao patiently enlightened.

Ding Qiang hesitated and replied, "But, but my dream is to be the first in the class." ”

Wang Tao thought for a while and said: "Dreams are not girlfriends, can't you have two dreams?" ”

"Forget it." Ding Qiang pushed Wang Tao away and ran away again......

Wang Tao stood helplessly and confused for a while, and then plunged into the bar.

The swirling lanterns illuminate the upside-down glasses. Wang Tao drank cup after cup, only to feel that the men and women who were writhing wildly in front of him were blurred......

Dreams, dreams, do you really want to give up your dreams like this?

"Brother Tao, stop drinking." Ding Qiang came out of nowhere and grabbed Wang Tao's cup and said.

Wang Tao and Ding Qiang grabbed the cups, like two children grabbing toys: "Let me drink it...... I'm with you, hey, I don't know if you still treat me as a buddy in your heart? ”

Ding Qiang helped up the drunken Wang Tao: "Go back to the dormitory, go back to the dormitory, and rest early." ”

Wang Tao muttered: "Making movies has been my dream since I was a child, and now I am suddenly ignited with hope, and I really don't want to give up ......"

Ding Qiang's heart moved: "Lan Beibei lit it?" ”

Wang Tao nodded, and suddenly burst into tears.

Ding Qiang patted Wang Tao's shoulder vigorously: "Okay, in fact, making movies has also been my dream since I was a child, otherwise I wouldn't have anything to do and shoot everywhere." He patted Wang Tao on the shoulder: "Brother Tao, I'll set up a studio with you, don't worry." ”

At this time, a crisp mobile phone ringtone rang.

Wang Tao picked up the phone and was happy when he heard it: "Do you want to sign up to be our lighting engineer?" Well, very welcome, very welcome. After putting down the phone, he said to Ding Qiang: "There is a third-year girl Hu Xiaobing who read our leaflet and took the initiative to become a lighting engineer. ”

Ding Qiang clapped his hands and laughed: "Girl? That's great! ”

At this time, Wang Tao's friends Zhao Daming and Qian Sheng also came over.

"Brother Tao, Brother Qiang, why don't you go back to the dormitory to rest? If you don't go back, the dormitory will be closed. Zhao Daming said with concern.

"Brother Tao, I discussed it with Da Ming just now." Qian Sheng patted Zhao Daming on the shoulder, "If you want to set up a micro-film studio, let's help together." ”

Zhao Daming also hurriedly said: "Yes, yes, Ah Sheng and I have been specializing in video editing, and it is no problem to hand over the editing to us." ”

In this way, the micro-film studio was set up, but since everyone was amateur, Wang Tao gritted his teeth and paid a professor to come over for class.

It was Sunday, and the other students went to play, and the six members of the Star City Visual Micro Film Studio, Lan Beibei, Wang Tao, Zhao Daming, Qian Sheng, Hu Xiaobing, and Ding Qiang, also rushed to the classroom to come to class.

"This is Professor Gong, who I specially hired, and he came to give us a few professional lessons." After introducing a middle-aged man with a fat brain, Ding Qiang also sat down next to Lan Beibei.

"Ahem, since you have a heart, I will teach you." Professor Gong took out a stack of professional books that were half a person tall and put them on the podium: "Let go of your movie dream first, you must start from the basics, some very basic, very elemental, and very common sense things need to be firmly grasped......" He himself spoke passionately, but Lan Beibei and others under the podium began to doze off.

"Let's talk about Daniel Alihon's The Grammar of Film Language, which is widely regarded as the most detailed and practical classic on the techniques of directing, cinematography, editing, and other aspects of film image organization......" Professor Gong was talking, and suddenly found that no one was listening to his lecture, and couldn't help but shout angrily: "Hey, take it seriously!" ”

Wang Tao stood up and smiled, and patted Professor Gong on the shoulder: "Professor Gong, let's go to a bar together." ”

So, Professor Gong was dragged to the bar by the six members of the Star City Visual Micro Film Studio.

"Cheers!"

After everyone had a toast, Wang Tao said to Professor Gong: "Professor Gong, I think the most important thing in making a movie is not the theoretical knowledge, but the ...... between our team members Affection. ”

He recalled the scene when he and Ding Qiang, Zhao Daming, and Qian Sheng fought with each other: "My friends and I trust each other, sometimes we are awkward and sad, but we always trust each other. Sometimes, my friends and I are under pressure, we get discouraged, we want to give up, but we don't really give up. ”

Lan Beibei also toasted Professor Gong: "Of course, theory is also needed, but we don't want to be bound by theory, and practice brings true knowledge." ”

Professor Gong took a sip of wine, pondered for a while, suddenly thought about it, and grinned: "Yes, you are right, you taught me a lesson today, thank you." ”

After drinking, Lan Beibei returned to her home. Her home is in the suburbs of Hangzhou, near the subway terminal - Xianghu Station, the house is not big or small, it is a very ordinary three-bedroom apartment, but it has also been renovated, laid with wooden floors, pasted with elegant beige wallpaper, and there is a huge goldfish bowl in the center of the living room, which is more than one meter high.

When she saw her daughter, her fashionably dressed mother nagged like a traditional woman: "Alas...... Beibei, you're not too young, isn't it time to think about lifelong events? ”

Lan Beibei had just forgotten about Lin Chenfei, and she was a little heartbroken and a little annoyed when her mother mentioned it: "Mom, do you think that in the old society, you have to get married, one-third of women in the United States don't get married, and my dream is not to get married." ”

"Girls' families, it's enough to have a stable job, what dreams do you want?"

Lan Beibei became even more angry when she heard her mother's words: "You see that you are an art teacher, why are you so low-level and interesting?" Oh, on the one hand, I have to have a stable job to support my family, and on the other hand, I can't have a dream, and I'm not going to be a babysitter who revolves around men? ”

Mother naturally has her little abacus: "You find a man with a car and a house, and ask him to add your name to the real estate certificate, so that it won't be upside down?" ”

Lan Beibei immediately laughed: "You take all men for fools? Why did they name me? Well, I don't have that much ability, and the people you introduced don't like me at all, do you think they like me? ”

Dad walked over and patted Mom's shoulder: "Xiaofeng, don't say more, the child is older, you better leave it alone." ”

Mom heard what Dad said, so she sighed and walked away.

The next day, Lan Beibei was boiling water, and her father slowly paced to her side, and said earnestly: "Beibei, if you are bent on starting a business, Dad will not object, but Dad can only support you mentally, your mother and I have worked hard all our lives to raise a little money, but I don't want you to lose all your business." ”

Lan Beibei clenched her fists: "Dad, don't worry, I won't take money from you." ”