February 25th, Beijing Art Exhibition Hall.

A middle-aged man with thick eyebrows and small eyes hurriedly entered the gate with a cold body, obviously not coming often, and looked at the signs for a long time before turning around and walking towards the B2 area.

He was carrying a black leather bag, dressed in ordinary clothes, and had a gentle face, like a teacher in the old days. Turning around, this person arrived at the venue, saw the appearance in front of him, and was stunned.

There are no banners and plaques, colored ball decorations, all plain and upright cloth tables and chairs, and the people inside are very quiet. The only thing that was a little more lively was a pink booth in the corner, with lots of bottles and cans and free mineral water.

"Uh......"

He took two steps with some hesitation, because the place was so plain, unpretentious that it would not be believed that it could afford to invest in a movie.

"Hello sir, are you here for the event?"

As soon as the man entered, a girl in a skirt came to ask.

"Well, yes."

"Here, please, you need to register."

The girl stretched out her hand, and there was a curved ruler-shaped front desk and four high stools. He went over, took the registration form, glanced at it cursoryly, and wrote it with a pen.

Name: Zhuang Yuxin; Gender: Male; Institution: Department of Literature, Beijing Film Academy; Occupation: Associate Professor, Department of Literature; Contact: 135xxx; Title of work: "The Tooth of Love"; Genre: Feature-length feature film.

Gone?

Gone!

It's not that he doesn't want to write, it's just that there are so many forms, but he noticed an option and couldn't help asking, "Can you still invest in short films and documentaries?" ”

"Of course, if you have a work."

The girl at the front desk looked at the registration form and said, "Please go over there, and our film selection staff will negotiate with you in detail." ”

"Oh, okay."

Zhuang Yuxin didn't feel that the procedure was cumbersome, but was surprised that he could meet the real power figure so quickly.

A dozen meters away from the front desk. There is a double door that is hidden, and it looks like the office hall of a government department, with a small cubicle for each person, about seven or eight rooms.

There were three guys already sitting there, whispering to the staff, and he picked the far right. It was a young girl who received her.

"Hello!"

"Hello, just call me Xiaoding."

The girl had a round face, smiled very pleasantly, and said, "Did you bring the script?" ”

"Oh, bring it."

Zhuang Yuxin hid his disappointment, took out the notebook from his bag and handed it over.

"Wait a minute!"

After the girl finished speaking, she began to look through the script, and after about ten minutes, she probably confirmed the plot synopsis and language style. He looked up and said, "Okay, I think we can talk about this story." It spans 10 years and takes place in a very special period like the 70s, do you want to express nostalgia, reflection, or some kind of questioning? ”

“……”

Zhuang Yuxin was stunned for two seconds, he didn't expect her to ask such a question, and sorted out his thoughts. Fang Dao: "No, I don't want to express the feelings of any era. I just want to talk about this woman's own love. ”

"Is it like "Blue Red"?"

"Well, a little bit, but I think it's more personal than 'Blue Red'."

"In other words, you won't let it appear as Chairman Mao's Portrait Chapter or the Su's Song?" The girl held her chin and her eyes were bent into a small moon.

"Heh......"

Zhuang Yuxin suddenly had an urge to chat, and said with a smile: "There should be." After all, it's a sign of the times, but I'll try to push it to the back and put the main body on the story. ”

Before he knew it, he had already used the terminology of filming. And the girl nodded, and asked, "Do you hate love?" ”

"Not annoying."

"But you write about love so cruelly."

"I just want to say that love in reality is like that. And I don't think pain is a tragedy, it's a very valuable asset to our lives. ”

"But it's going to be very difficult, and it's easy to feel pretentious."

"Well, there is a problem, so I want to use an objective, or cold, lens style to control it."

"Diao Yinan, is that kind?"

"Of course not, he was in cold despair!"

"Ha, Diao Yinan definitely doesn't agree!"

……

Zhuang Yuxin never thought that he would be so close to a girl in her twenties, and the other party didn't ask anything about the budget, about the actors, about the box office or anything like that.

From beginning to end, movies! Movie! Movie!

This surprised and delighted him, like a depressed wading through a quagmire, and then pushing away the weeds, but in front of him was the depths of a hundred flowers. The two chatted for more than half an hour, and the girl left the script and told her that there would be a reply within a month, waiting for good news.

Zhuang Yuxin went out, and he didn't seem to be in a hurry, but walked around the venue.

This place is not big, and there are fewer poor facilities, the front desk, the inner room, the cosmetics cabinet, the sofa chairs for resting, and a dozen roll-up banners.

In addition to these, the one on the left is the most conspicuous.

It was the home of two young people, crudely posters, simple layouts, a stack of discs on the table, and a monitor on the wall behind it, playing a short film on a loop.

There was no one in the venue, they didn't seem bored, they seemed to be arguing in a low voice, and suddenly saw someone coming, and quickly got up and greeted: "Hi, hello, please take a look at our work." ”

"Okay, are you from film school?"

"No, we study international business, but we love movies!"

Zhuang Yuxin was noncommittal, and asked: "You brought this set of equipment?" ”

"We can't afford it, it's rented from the staff."

"Rented?" He didn't get it.

"It's just to fill out a form, and you can use the electronic devices here as you like."

After a few words, the other person has already adjusted the display, and the film starts from the beginning. This is a short film, forty minutes long, Zhuang Yuxin stood motionless and saw the end.

The content is about an eighty-year-old lady on an old street with white walls and tiles in Yangzhou. The whole article reveals the unique sensitivity and innocence of young people, immature, but unexpectedly moving.

"How?" The two young men couldn't hide their apprehension, but the other party was the first audience.

"Good, very good! The tone is darker. But the feelings are there. ”

Zhuang Yuxin slapped his face, and said strangely: "Hey, didn't you go inside?" ”

The two glanced at each other, showing a little unconfidence, and responded: "We just came out, saying that we were waiting for the notice." ”

"It's usually hopeless. We also know that this is a short film, and no one will care at all. ”

"So, I wanted to show it here, after all, it's our hard work."

The two young men spoke, suddenly embarrassed.

“……”

Zhuang Yuxin was silent, fully understanding this youthful commotion, and the old man who was nearly forty years old also clenched his fists and encouraged: "I wish you success, come on!" ”

"Thank you. We will definitely succeed! ”

"Because we love movies!"

……

Zhuang Yuxin could have visited directly through Zhang Xianmin's way. But he didn't, he had to see what the guy was doing.

He didn't drink often, but that night, he drank two taels of small fever. He loved the feeling of dizziness, as if he had been poisoned, and it was hard to control himself.

So the next day, he went again.

This time there were a lot more people, probably from fifty to a hundred. The cute girl remembered it, so she didn't ask him to register.

Zhuang Yuxin was free to dangle inside. The two young people are still showing the film, but there is another booth next to it, the same youth, the same impulse flying.

The seats in the back room were full, and Xiao Ding was busy communicating with a long-haired man, and he overheard some discussions. Knowing it was a documentary.

On the third day, there are classes at school.

On the fourth day, he came for the third time.

The small venue was already packed, and the poor shopping guide was finally able to promote her cosmetics. The circle that sticks to the wall. It was all a small booth with films, and each one was surrounded by three or five people.

There are students, staff, and new directors, the nearest one is in the capital, and the farthest one is from Yun*nan. A group of strangers gather here to discuss, argue, and listen to their inner turmoil and uncompromising love for cinema.

"Buzz!"

As he was turning, there was a sudden commotion among the people in the outer circle, and whispers came from time to time: "Li Yang is here!" ”

"Who?"

"Li Yang!"

"Wow, I saw Diao Yinan yesterday."

"I didn't catch up, but I bumped into Gan Xiaoer!"

"Isn't he teaching in Guangzhou?"

"Maybe I'm going to make a new film again, I love that "Mountains and Rivers" so much!"

Zhuang Yuxin listened, these people may be penniless, but they enjoy their interests as if they were enjoying the moment. The feeling that you can't experience in the old-fashioned classroom is as pure and moving as water.

……

Ning Meng was very unhappy, a good director of the production department, and he was forced to send him to a broken place that was not even a township activity.

In his opinion, the two of them engaged in this project purely to be fed up. But because of the friendly relations between the two sides, I can't help but come.

He sat in this so-called film selection room for four days, and because of Huayi's famous brand, the people who came to find investment were simply Wuyang, and they wanted to fool him into throwing money when his mouth was rotten.

Pure!

What are all the rotten goods, that's also called the director?

He collected more than 20 scripts, threw them in the cabinet like garbage, and didn't even read them. Today is the fifth day, Ning Meng is even more impetuous, she just wants to mix it up quickly, so that she can finish the work.

Then, he saw Zhang Yang.

This guy also belongs to the sixth generation, counting the earliest batch of famous, the quality of "Bath" is obvious to all, and he is one of the few directors who can make movies look good and tasteful.

However, last year's "Sunflower", it is said that it almost killed the capital, and it is estimated that he couldn't find the financier, so he lowered his identity to such a broken place.

And Zhang Yang entered the room to take a look, he had a vacant seat, came straight over, and sat down.

"Hello Director Zhang!"

"Well, hello!"

The names of both sides are not small, and after a few simple greetings, they get to the point. He attaches more importance to it, and has read the script carefully, and the name is quite literary and artistic, called "Falling Leaves".

But if you look at the content again, it's not like that, a particularly tragic realistic theme.

This kind of film, Huayi can't invest in it at all, and it will lose money properly. So he knew it in his heart, and said in a fake way: "Director Zhang, you can talk about your thoughts first, I have a good bottom." ”

Zhang Yang glanced at him and said expressionlessly: "This is a news report last year, saying that a migrant worker carried his body thousands of miles away and transported his companions back to his hometown for burial. I saved this book with Wang Yao, and I think it's quite topical...... As for the actor, I want to find Zhao Benshan to play ......"

"Huh?"

I didn't listen to the previous ones, this sentence made Ning Meng look up and ask, "You just said Zhao Benshan?" ”

"Yes, he has the image of a migrant worker."

"Well, that's pretty good."

Ning Meng nodded, if you can really invite Uncle Benshan to act, then you can study the problem of research investment, so she smiled and said: "OK, I'll write a proposal to Mr. Wang, I hope we can cooperate happily!" ”

"Then I'm sorry for you!"

……

The event lasted from the 25th to the 30th, and the five-day deadline was not enough, so I had to temporarily add a day. The company received a total of 178 short films, feature films, documentaries, and three animated scripts.

Twenty-four films were shortlisted for the primary selection, followed by a difficult review process to sift through four to five. Hua Yibai picked up a script, which was an unexpected gain.

The two of them made this move, no matter how they commented in private, they all gave a thumbs up on the surface, saying a word of conscience in the industry! After the event, Liu Yiwei, who had not been seen for a long time, came to the door inexplicably. (To be continued......)