Chapter 063: Good Day
Bai Yuhan was very successful in the open class of the play. After some high-minded talk and shocked this group of students, they began to really communicate. I mainly talk about some of my thoughts and insights when filming these short dramas, and share my various thoughts when I was a director and actor, and a screenwriter and producer of an episode.
All in all, this two-hour open class did not slip away a single person in the middle of the class, but added a lot of students in the middle of the class. By the end of the day, the entire small screening room was already full of students and teachers, almost more than 100 people.
"It's a pleasure to communicate with everyone, and the time is about the same, and finally, I brought the sixth episode of "All in All", a 2-minute plot, for everyone to relax."
At the end of the exchange, Bai Yuhan plugged the USB flash drive he brought into the computer, and began to show the sixth episode of "All in All" through the connected large screen. Originally, this episode was supposed to be released tomorrow, but Bai Yuhan rarely came to visit, so he had to present his works, and those famous directors would bring their works when they returned to school, and he also had to learn.
In fact, he wants to bring "7-Up Creative Commercial: Snow White", which is more down-to-earth and has a longer plot, but this commercial has not yet been filmed.
Smack!
The big screen lights up.
Butterflies composed of colored film flew by.
"Produced by Youku."
The black-and-white animated swordsman drew his sword and swung it, cutting out a sentence with subtitles *δΈ*ζ¬*read*small*say ybduγ
"Produced by the White Swordsman Studio."
"All in all."
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At the end of the subtitles, a close-up of the white swordsman's face appears on the screen. With a constipated and solemn face, he rarely wears a shirt and a suit and tie. The camera is rarely frozen for three seconds, and then it jumps to the next shot, a close-up of the distance. On a row of red benches, a white swordsman sits on the left, and a traitor-headed young man sits on the right.
The white swordsman was wearing a suit and a blue tie, with a green document on his lap, and looked straight ahead without squinting.
The traitor-headed young man has a traitor hairstyle, with eyes, and a suit, red tie, and also looks straight ahead without squinting.
Three-second freeze frame, screen switch.
"I've been looking for a job for a while."
"One day my little universe exploded."
The white swordsman sat in front of his notebook, typing, editing documents and writing job search emails.
"I copied and pasted a total of 257 emails and sent them to all the companies near my home, whether it was rotten or not, as long as it was close to my home."
"There was only one company that gave me a reply, and I don't even remember what position it was applying for."
"But I replied sincerely......"
The white swordsman grabbed the phone and said seriously: "It will be a great honor for me to join your company." β
"I hung up."
"I typed the name online and searched for it."
The white swordsman typed the word "Youku" on Du Niang, and then Du Niang appeared as a result.
The first article reads, ancestral old Chinese medicine, sharp wet. Warts, plums. Poison, Ten Perfect Tonic Pills and other words.
"It's like a kind of sex. The name of the disease. β
Article 2 reads: World Peace Organization, United Nations human rights bodies, and offices in Switzerland.
"It's like a branch of the United Nations."
The third reads, typed and copied, from a typewriter, etc. These words,Of course, they are not the content of Du Niang's search,But a stand-alone page made in imitation of Du Niang's style,Jokes designed for fun.γ
"It's like a bunch of guys renting out photocopiers."
The white swordsman nodded: "It should be a group of guys who rent out photocopiers." β
When the picture is dangdang, the picture jumps frame by frame.
The camera pans back to the very beginning scene, where the white swordsman sits on a red bench in a suit and leather shoes.
"I'm all set."
Here's a close-up of the green file on his leg.
"I made a resume."
"In the specialty column, I filled in: drawing."
"I never paint."
"But I like this kind of word that is the same when you read it backwards."
"This suit on me is suitable for ......"
The white swordsman stood in a suit and leather shoes at the door of the church.
ββ¦β¦ Wedding ......"
Suddenly, the background changed and it became a cemetery.
ββ¦β¦ Funeral ......"
Then, the background changed to the office company that came to apply for the job, in front of the four red benches.
ββ¦β¦ and recruitment interviews. β
"This guy next to me."
The white swordsman turned his head and looked at the traitor-headed young man.
"I think he's weird, he's so clean, I guess he must be hiding something."
Smack! The picture changed, and he entered the imaginary world of the white swordsman.
In a dim, red-lit walkway, a traitor-headed young man is armed with a firearm and dressed in a bud. Silk love. Funei. clothes, with cotton stuffed in their mouths, they yelled and shot indiscriminately with guns.
When the picture is dangdang, the picture jumps frame by frame.
A middle-aged man walked over.
"The director told me to go in."
"Sit down."
I stared at his tie.
"It's printed with Doraemon's pattern."
"I wondered if there really was such a day, and he walked into a store and said......"
The white swordsman said for the director in his heart: "Hello Miss, I want this tie because I am a bad pen." β
I smiled.
"He saw me and smiled."
The director pointed to his tie and smiled reservedly.
"But I think he definitely thinks his tie is cool."
"He asked me ......"
Director: "do-you-speak-english?" (Do you speak English)"
"I said ......"
White Swordsman: "Yes! (Yes)"
Then he said......"
The director asked, "xstxt?" (Where are you from)"
I replied ......"
White Swordsman: "Yes! (Yes)"
Director Mu Ran was stunned for a moment.
Then he picked up the resume of the white swordsman and crossed out the English in the foreign language column.
"He asked me what my biggest flaw was."
"I hesitated."
"Introverted? Irascible? Tangled? Rambling? Depression? Lazy? Lies? β
I replied......"
The white swordsman said confidently: "Pursue perfection." β
The director nodded nondeniably.
"Actually, it's a 'lie."
"He asked me ......"
Director: "Ah! Do you like to draw? β
"I said ......"
White Swordsman: "Yes. β
He asked again......"
Director: "Impressionism or Realism?" β
"I said ......"
The white swordsman hesitated for a few seconds: "Didn't you notice that this word can be read in reverse?" β
The director was stunned for a moment.
Then I picked up the pen and crossed out the drawings in the specialty column.
"He crossed out the word 'drawing' and he said ......"
The director stood up and held out his hand to him: "We will inform you separately." β
"In fact, what I hear is ......"
The picture paused, and it seemed to go back to just now, when the director reached out: "Go home and wash and sleep." β
"Anyway, I went and applied."
Dangdangdang!
The music is exciting, and the subtitles emerge.
"Director, screenwriter, producer, editor: Bai Yuhan."
"Assistant Director......
Wait until the subtitles fade and the screen lights up again.
In the dim red light corridor, the traitor-headed young man, holding a drawing board, gently scratched the corners of his mouth with a paintbrush, and stretched out his tongue to lick it. In a teasing tone, he said, "Come on." β
"Come on."
"Come on."
Bang, the white swordsman woke up from his dream.
"Forehead ......"
A sigh.
"All in all."
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The sixth episode of "All in All" ended, and the applause and applause went hand in hand. Watching Bai Yuhan walk out of the screening room surrounded by students, Li Ping suddenly felt that success was never a fluke. Bai Yuhan's talent naturally doesn't need to be said, it's not an exaggeration to say that he is a genius, that is, he has been on stage for two hours, and his confidence and calmness are also fully displayed.
There is neither stage fright nor arrogance, and he always shows a confident and gentle attitude.
Moisturizing things silently affects others.
When he first entered the small screening room, Li Ping often heard students talking to each other or playing with their mobile phones. This kind of carelessness did not affect Bai Yuhan at all, how to say it and continue to say it. Facts have also proved that between people, he can't influence you, you can influence him.
Next, the offensive and defensive transition, Bai Yuhan's reasoned and well-founded analysis, relying on the positioning and prospect of the online short drama, successfully retracted everyone's attention.
Even he, an outsider, couldn't help but agree with Bai Yuhan's statement that the spring of skits is coming.
"Some people are destined to succeed!"
Time flickered, and it was already night.
After staggering and changing the cups, Li Ping and the others left the dinner with a satisfied mood.
"Swordsman, don't send it, we'll go back." Li Ping said with a drunken voice.
Bai Yuhan dispersed a round of smoke and said with a smile: "That's okay, Brother Li, a few, go slowly." β
"Well, let's go, when the manuscript comes out, I'll send you an email, you see what's wrong, tell me, I'll go back and revise."
"What more can I ask for from the manuscript written by Brother Li."
"It's okay, we have different perspectives, definitely different focuses. In this special report, I guess the influence will not be small, but we still have to pay attention to it, don't make any bad trouble, I'm sorry for you, brother. β
"Brother Li has a heart."
"My own people, okay, let's go."
In this way, the open class was successfully concluded, the special interview was successfully concluded, and the procedures for studying for graduate students in drama were completed. With a good mood, Bai Yuhan finally returned to the Water Conservancy Garden Community again. A whole week of banning. desire, almost suffocated him.
As soon as he returned home, he couldn't wait to hug Li Jinming and have a fight.
"I'm going to take a shower, I smell of alcohol."
"Let's go first."
"Don't, go wash it!"
"Okay, let's wash together."
"Who's going to wash with you."
"Together." After Bai Yuhan finished speaking, he pulled Li Jinming, who was half-pushed and half-done, and went into the bathroom. After a while, the sound of running water, mixed with the panting of men and women, filled the whole room with a strange atmosphere of fascination.
It's late at night.
"Ahh What a day! β
With such thoughts, Bai Yuhan hugged Li Jinming and fell asleep.
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The watering of "All in All" is over. This chapter is poorly written, mainly because the mood is a little frustrated, Sanjiang has failed again, and he is a little restless.
I have been writing books for two years, and I have finished two million-word old books, but unfortunately I have been insulated from Sanjiang. The last new book was harmonized with more than 200,000 words, and this new book saw more than 200,000 words, but the results were not satisfactory, and the 3,000 collection had not yet arrived. How to put it, a little discouraged.
However, you always have to finish the book and write what you want to write according to your own ideas. Whether you make money or not is secondary, the important thing is to gain some readers who like this book, and it is just to entertain others and yourself.
ps: The above is just a complaint, wait for Lao Bai to clean up his mood tonight, and continue to be hi tomorrow!