On the evening of July 18, 2002, at nine o'clock, a small number of people who participated directly, and most who heard it indirectly, felt a sense of honor.

They seem to have witnessed the coming of some glory, even if it is not brilliant, even if it is just a firework, even if it is not even a firework, just a spark, it will not dissipate with time, but is firmly engraved in history.

Liu Xiaoyong, Gongzi Lai, Gu Xiaobai, Cheng Qingsong, Liar...... Supporters, opponents, bystanders, or fishers in troubled waters, no reply, no new posts, all silent.

Only that post, unconsciously put on the top, fourteen floors, fourteen sentences, fifteen names, like fifteen huge white jade pillars, together raised a big flag, lonely hanging on the top of the mountain, as clear as the bright moon.

Liu Xiaoyong repeated the string of names over and over again, and his scalp exploded again and again, he liked Jia Zhangke, didn't like Lou Ye, liked He Jianjun, didn't like Guan Hu, but at this moment, it all turned into a stir, running through the whole body.

It's not that no one doubts the authenticity of this post, but they prefer to believe it: believe that we all love movies!

There is no one who doesn't want it to get better, not even Childe Lai.

Xu is vain, Xu is publicity, Xu is grandstanding, Xu is anger after sadness, Xu is helpless self-sacrifice, but no matter what, everyone in the back window clearly understands something that makes their hearts thump: the spirit is immortal, the movie is immortal!

Of course, it doesn't mean that they suddenly awakened their consciousness and became immortals, but at least at this moment, they have the same ideals.

The big debate comes to this, where it starts and when it ends. No one cares about it anymore, those who really love movies, without exception, are sad and realistic, and those guys who pretend to love movies but prefer politics are also unconsciously surprised:

Chu Qing, whose name is still forbidden to the media, actually has the entire sixth generation, plus a Jiang Wen, and the teachers of the two major colleges and universities of Beiying and Chinese Opera strongly support it.

It's a real surprise, like it feels like he's at the end of the crane. Who knew that in the blink of an eye, he was the one who was the most leading.

……

LOFT, the dictionary definition is "under the roof, the attic where things are stored." ”

The so-called LOFT now refers to those tall and open spaces that have been converted from old factories or warehouses, with few interior wall partitions, and have the characteristics of mobility, transparency, and artistry.

To put it bluntly, it is a group of literary and artistic youth distribution centers that do not know how to do anything.

There are not many lofts in the capital, and they tend to focus on movies, music, and tourism. Attract young people to the organization. Today is July 21st, a day off, and a screening will be held in a factory near Jiuxianqiao.

Townwell held on to the railing. The body kept shaking with the bus, the weather was hot, and there were many passengers, crowded and crowded. The back is already wet.

She raised her wrist and looked at her watch, which was still fifteen minutes away, and she couldn't help but feel anxious. Stretch your neck and look ahead. After struggling for a while, the broken bus creaked and finally stopped, and she quickly jumped out of the car and rushed all the way into the factory.

The place is really big, there is a screen on the stage, and there are dozens of chairs underneath, probably because it is free, it is almost full.

Tang Wei picked a seat in the last row, and as soon as his butt fell, he heard a sound of footsteps outside the door, and then ran in a few more girls.

They were all in their early twenties, all of them were fresh and tender, and the girl who walked in front of her, obviously the oldest, glanced at her slightly, and approached Tang Wei's side. There were four of them, and there were just four chairs left.

Okay! They sat side by side, either with beautiful eyebrows, or classical and graceful, or fresh and simple, or delicate and lovely, or cool and bright, five girls, five styles, instantly attracted the attention of all the boys.

"Hey, are you from film school?"

Just a second later, the boy in the front row couldn't help but turn around and ask.

"Guess what?"

The eldest sister was responsible for answering and said vaguely.

"I guess it's because you're so pretty!" The boy patted his ass.

"And what do you do?" The classical girl asked rhetorically.

"I'm a fashion magazine, a small editor."

"Yo, is it fashionable to watch "Anyang Baby" now?" The pretty girl laughed.

"Haha, catch the trend! This is my friend's organization, come and cheer, hey, you are also here to catch the trend? ”

"No, we're writing ......"

Halfway through what the fresh girl said, she was kicked in the head by the eldest sister and immediately shut up.

Seeing this, the boy didn't care, turned to Tang Wei, who had not squeaked, threw the wrapping tissue, and said, "Hey, beauty, give you this, see you're sweating." ”

"Thank you!"

She threw it back again, pulled out a handkerchief herself, and wiped her sweat lightly.

"Uh, aren't you all together?" The boy looked at her painting style, which was obviously different from the four of them, so he asked.

Tang Wei annoyed him properly, he didn't bother to speak, he just lowered his head and flipped through his notebook.

The thing was boring and quite disappointing, and turned around stupidly.

He was quiet, but the girls were curious, and the eldest sister put her head over first, saying, "Hey, you're from Chinese opera, right?" ”

"How do you know?" She was stunned.

"I've seen Chinese operas, all of them have your temperament." The eldest sister made a joke and introduced herself in a low voice: "My name is Yao Chen, Nortel's 99-level performance department." ”

"Hello, my name is Tang Wei, the 2000-level director department of Chinese opera." The two shook hands secretly.

The classical girl also came over and said with a smile: "My name is Dong Xuan, Beiying 2000-level performance department." ”

"My name is Huang Shengyi, and I am in the acting department of the class of 2001." The pretty girl continued.

"My name is Wang Luodan, and I am also a 2001 acting department." The fresh girl finally finishes.

“……”

Tang Wei was dumbfounded, what is the situation, watching a movie can bump into so many students, and they are especially sworn enemies in the same city!

"Uh, you guys, you're all ......," she stammered.

"We're going to do our homework."

Yao Chen seemed to feel very embarrassed, and immediately explained: "Of course I don't need to, it's all them!" I didn't take a good theory class, and when the teacher left homework, I knew that I was in a hurry, if I didn't happen to find out that there was a private screening today, they would have stopped eating! ”

"Oh, what about you. You're working hard. Tang Wei twitched the corners of his mouth.

"As a senior sister, I am duty-bound!" Yao Chen patted his chest and asked, "Hey, what about you, you're also here to do your homework?" ”

"Well, the teacher asked us to write a shooting concept and skill analysis, I read it twice, but I didn't understand much, come and see it again today." However, she suddenly felt very strange and said, "You are from the acting department." Also leave homework? ”

"Of course, you directors are analyzing techniques, and we also have to study acting!" Huang Shengyi pouted.

"It's like, what does he have to study!" Dong Xuan agreed.

Wang Luodan immediately revealed the shortcoming, and said strangely: "Hey, Sister Xuan, don't you admire him the most?" ”

"I, how can I have!" Dong Xuan hurriedly denied it.

"None? Then our school runs his screening room, and you can see it from beginning to end. Five movies too! How did you survive? Huang Shengyi said with a smile.

"That's right, you still ran to the Internet café to flip through the posts, the bedroom door is closed, and you haven't come back yet!" Wang Luodan is not far behind.

"They're back. He ran back crying. Yao Chen answered lightly and killed it directly.

Dong Xuan's face was like a red rouge at the bottom of a white box, biting his lip. Staring at these pit bastares fiercely.

"Uh, that ......"

Tang Wei, who had always been silent, suddenly shook his head. Said weakly: "I also saw it in the middle of the night in the Internet café, and I also ran back crying." ”

“……”

Soon, "Anyang Baby" officially began in July, I don't know how many screenings it will be.

Except for Yao Chen, the four girls were all holding paper and pencils, looking like they were listening to lectures. After all, it is not a regular movie theater, the conditions are slightly poor, and the lighting is not very atmospheric, although it is dark, you can still see the handwriting clearly.

The screen lit up, and the big light bulb that had been scolded countless times was in front of him.

But something seemed to be wrong with the device, and I saw that there was no sound on the screen, so I replayed it. The second time, the sound came, but the picture shook violently, so I replayed it.

The audience has begun to stir and buzz, and the fashion buddies in the front row have also joined in the fun, shouting: Don't let it start from the beginning!

It's a pity that no one paid attention to him, so he continued to start from scratch for the third time.

So hey, dozens of people on the scene have seen the process of the male protagonist's masturbation three times, especially the intermittent, very layered and authentic moaning, I can't stop.

If you talk about masturbation, it's just a matter of looking at it from a cat's house, and it's embarrassing to be in public. The five girls glanced at each other, their faces slightly red, and they were all a little embarrassed.

This is a stuffy film, and there are not many of you here who know how to do it. As the buddy said, they regard watching "Anyang Baby" as a particularly fashionable thing.

During the screening, the audience continued to discuss, and they could even hear the complaints of "bad movies", "bad movies" and "bad movies", as if they had been deceived emotionally.

Tang Wei didn't care about this, stared at the screen intently, and wrote:

"The scenes in this film are not very high-end, but the composition is very particular and the design is also ingenious. Some shots echo back and forth, such as the actor's bed, one person, two people, three people, the camera is very calm and neat, the scenes are separated, but they echo each other. The director often leaves a few seconds of empty shots after a scene, and the form and function of the empty shots in each scene are also different, like the scene where the laughing woman and the male protagonist eat noodles for the first time, although the male protagonist doesn't even raise his head, he is full of ......"

She frowned and looked at it for a moment, then tore off the paper with a brush, crumpled it into a ball and stuffed it into her backpack, very depressed.

The same is true for the first two times, I wrote and wrote it crookedly, and I handed it in to ensure that it was unqualified, according to the composition, this is called off-topic.

She is a director, and she analyzes the consciousness of the camera, the technique of expression, and the form of thought...... But she couldn't help it, and even couldn't help it, every time, to hold on to his performance research.

Unsightly hairstyles, ugly clothes, ugly eyes, in every ugly scene, ugly walking, jingling bottle kicking...... But it is this ugly form of character that shows a natural and heart-shattering spiritual aura, which makes the younger generations linger.

Tang Wei was completely out of thought, rubbed his face, turned his head occasionally, and saw Dong Xuan in the next seat.

The girl looked like herself, with long hair scattered, pursed her mouth, and bitter and hateful.

"Poof!"

She suddenly felt amused and laughed lightly.

Dong Xuan also turned his head, a little stunned, but after a pause, he reacted, and smiled the same, without words, and had the same heart.

(Diarrhea, write two paragraphs and go to the toilet to squat for a while, I feel so amazing...... (To be continued......)