No matter what the arguments are on the Internet, no matter what stories are made up by those people in the entertainment media who don't make things and are uncomfortable, Fang Zhao has no time to pay attention to it. The further he shoots, the more he plays, the fewer and fewer his scenes, and he can also free up more time to create.

The actors and staff of the crew also found that Fang Zhao's time on the set became less and less, and as time went on, everyone still missed the old days. Without Fang Zhao, the king of big stomachs, in front of him, there were a bunch of people who couldn't swallow it, and it was as difficult as taking medicine to eat, and there was no appetite, so that everyone had reduced their appetite.

Therefore, as soon as he had the opportunity, Fang Zhao was pulled by the director to stay on the set and eat a boxed lunch with everyone.

On this day, Fang Zhao was left by Director Bai, the director of the Yanzhou crew, to have a boxed lunch with everyone.

The others hadn't eaten half of the boxed lunch, and Fang Zhao had already finished solving the two portions and picked up the third portion.

Waiting for Fang Zhao to solve the third boxed lunch, Director Bai smiled next to him and handed over another one, "There are many more, eat more?" ”

The big cafeteria will send more every time, and if you can't finish it, you will send it back.

In fact, Director Bai was just joking, who knew that Fang Zhao looked at the boxed lunch handed over, nodded and said, "Thank you." ”

Director Bai and the other actors widened their eyes as they watched Fang Zhao take the fourth lunch box and solve it in a big gulp.

Seeing that the fourth boxed lunch bottomed out, Bai Dao swept the boxed lunch on the side, picked up one again, and handed it over, "Another box?" ”

Fang Zhao hesitated, "Thank you, Director Bai, no need." ”

Crew: "......, why do you hesitate?"

Director Bai put down the lunch box, with curiosity in his eyes, "You ...... You said that your filming tasks have been reduced so much, why has the amount of food increased? ”

Another actor next to him sighed: "It's good to be young, the second serving hasn't been eaten yet, and the first one is estimated to have been consumed, at this age, it's easy to get hungry." ”

Others don't think so. No matter how fast you consume it, no matter how easy it is to get hungry, you can eat four boxed lunches in a row, and it is estimated that you can eat the fifth box when you look at this relaxed appearance! There are so many young actors in the crew, and there are only two or three boxes of food that they eat, such as those martial arts over there, all of them can be eaten. Even if it was before, Fang Zhao now easily solved four boxed lunches, which is really a bit scary.

Thinking of something, Bai Dao's heart hung in the air, and asked Fang Zhao with concern: "Are you under pressure?" ”

Fang Zhao thought for a moment and nodded, "A little." ”

The filming is okay, but the composition is a little tighter. Directly investing in Mo Lang is both an opportunity and a test. Others follow the normal process, and there is a process of first instance and second instance, he votes for Mr. Mo, according to Mr. Mo's temperament, he either stays or refuses directly, there is no buffer at all.

It's impossible to say that there is no pressure at all, but it's not as good as everyone else. Fang Zhao decided that if this work was rejected by Mo Lang, he would let it appear in his next solo performance. Now, do your best to complete this work.

It's just that, in the eyes of others, Fang Zhao's "a little" pressure means that the pressure is extremely high.

Bai Dao was worried. But this kind of thing is too common in the crew, and it's weird if there is no pressure. patted Fang Zhao's shoulder and let out a long sigh, "It's not easy for you." ”

It's not easy for a young actor to carry such a heavy burden! Fortunately, Fang Zhao played the role very well, and there were more praises than criticisms on the Internet. Seeing that the filming of the ninth season is getting closer and closer, Fang Zhao is under a lot of pressure, it is certain. The actors in the crew are all the same, the closer they get to the point of death, the more restless they become.

Director Bai also knew that Fang Zhao often went to the concert hall, so he didn't think much about it, he just thought that Fang Zhao went to listen to the performance to regulate his emotions. The people in their director team are busy filming every day, and they don't have time to pay attention to other things, so naturally they don't know that Fang Zhao spends most of his time outside of filming on creation.

Night.

Fang Zhao was in the dormitory to carry out the final revision and finishing work. In the quiet room, the tip of the pen makes a sound on the paper.

By the time I finished writing the last note, the endless exhaustion seemed to seep out of my bones with impatience.

Tired.

Very tired.

It's much more tiring than continuous high-intensity filming.

Fang Zhao looked at the paper notebook in his hand attentively, and after a while, he smiled slightly: "That's it." ”

Taking it out will definitely be questioned. According to common sense, it is unlikely that a person in his twenties will create such a work, but when he started writing, Fang Zhao had already been mentally prepared.

Turn off the air circulation system in the room, go to the window, open the window, close your eyes, and take a deep breath of the dry, cold air that diffuses countless dust.

The smell of dust fills the nasal passages and rushes into the lungs.

The climatic environment of the filming area, which is terrible day and night, should make people feel uncomfortable, but Fang Zhao felt extremely comfortable at this time.

Exhaustion is blown away.

Relaxed. It was as if another burden had been lifted.

After blowing the cold wind rich in sand and dust for a while, closing the window, Fang Zhao returned to the table, took out a special sheet of sheet music and a special pen from the drawer, and composed the finished song.

Sheet music, pen and file bag are all equipment used by the music team to submit.

There is no electronic version, only manuscripts.

Once written, the manuscript is packed into a document bag and sealed with the seal that comes with the bag.

The seal is a combination lock, once sealed, only the person with the qualification of the music center can open it, and the time and person who opened it will be recorded.

The next day, Fang Zhao did not have a shooting mission.

I went out for a run in the morning, came back to wash up and change into clean clothes, put the document bag in my backpack, and took the shuttle bus to the music center with the bag.

Some musicians on the bus were quite surprised to see Fang Zhao, they hardly saw Fang Zhao at this time in the morning on weekdays, and Fang Zhao was on the bus to the set before.

Some people also asked Fang Zhao about Mo Lang, and Fang Zhao was stopped by Mo Lang in the concert hall to speak, and asked Fang Zhao to directly contribute to the past, which has been spread all over the music team. Many people didn't think deeply, although there are not many people with this kind of privilege, there are about twenty of them, and Fang Zhao's side is not the only one, so more people just look at this as an entertainment event, thinking that Mo Lang is probably optimistic about Fang Zhao's junior, or has known Fang Zhao for a long time.

No one on Mo Lang's side dared to ask, Fang Zhao was here...... I couldn't ask anything after asking a few times, but today I saw that Fang Zhao actually came to the music center in the morning, and the curiosity that had already gone down in everyone's hearts rose again.

There were a few people who really couldn't control their curiosity, and after arriving at the music center, they thought they were secretly following the past to take a look, and then sent messages to other acquaintances live -

"Fang Zhao's route is like going to find Mo Lao!"

"I'm really going! He went that way! ”

He took out the document bag from his bag, the document bag for submission, the kind that had been sealed! He's really here to contribute! ”

Soon, more and more people in the music center knew about Fang Zhao's submission to Mo Lang today.

"People who can leave an impression on Mr. Mo and have the privilege of direct submission should be very talented, and I really want to take a look at the manuscript he submitted."

"I have heard Fang Zhao's works, they are very infectious, and the songs of the elements of the extinction century are very story-like."

"Remember, Fang Zhao, that genius who sold all the copyrights of his works at a high price before the first concert of his career! Remember thinking like you're in your twenties? Especially a young man, I used to use him a lot to beat my unambitious students for a while. ”

"Are the newcomers so strong now? I'm under a lot of pressure. ”

Fang Zhao didn't know what these people were discussing in secret, but he knew that someone was following him, so he didn't have any malicious intent, he was just curious if he was going to Mo Lao's. He didn't think that this matter needed to be hidden, so he didn't know that there was someone behind him.

Mo Lang, an old artist with a high status, has room and board in the music center, and the place where he lives is also where he works. Fang Zhao went over, and there was no one who saw Mo Lang directly, and it was one of Mo Lang's assistants who was in charge of reception.

Mo Lang These are all treasure-level artists, and they are fully equipped with bodyguards, assistants, medical staff, etc., and others are allowed to bring at most one assistant, but Mo Lang directly brought four here! This is the privilege that Mo Lang can enjoy at this level!

The assistant who received the party was in charge of submission.

The assistant took the document bag handed by Fang Zhao, and after checking the seal, he had a polite smile on his face, "You go back first, and I will hand over the manuscript to Mo Lao." ”

As he spoke, the assistant pointed to the side, "There are surveillance records, I will not leak your manuscript, nor will I illegally take possession of your work." ”

"Thank you. Then I won't bother. Fang Zhao didn't stay any longer, and left after contributing.

However, he didn't leave the music center, and Fang Zhao went to see the recording scene of those seniors.

The world's top five orchestras are all here, and many of the symphonic pieces in the play are made by them.

It's not like if you create a piece and you can immediately go to them and record it. No way.

The resources are limited, they can't reach that level, they don't get enough recognition, they don't even have the qualifications to apply for recording, and they can't be moved at all. The big orchestra is also arrogant.

Here in the music center, in fact, its rules have also been formed, competition is everywhere, and it speaks with strength.

If the manuscript handed in by the composer can't be reviewed for the first time, be conscious, stay where it's cool, and the orchestra won't pay attention to you.

However, after accumulating experience, the composer himself at least has the confidence to speak, so he has passed a hurdle, hasn't he? Applying for a good recording studio and rehearsal hall and the like also has a better chance than those who have not passed the first trial.

When the reviewers leave your manuscript, you will be able to stand up, and you don't have to apply for it yourself, and all the resources you need will naturally be allocated to you.

Fang Zhao, like others with the same purpose, sat quietly in the seats assigned to the observers.

A high-end digital audio system can give a good impression of being live, but that effect is not really "live" after all. The human ear is truly "holographic".

Even the most advanced digital audio systems today may deceive the average person, but people in this industry have sensitive ears and can still distinguish the difference, which is why in the new century with advanced technology, many people still like to go to concert halls to listen to performances. Some people are pretending to be forced, and some people really like this sense of scene.

Listening to it at the scene, Fang Zhao could hear the residual sound artificially removed by those recording engineers, and hear the faint aftersound of the piano that ordinary people could not feel and the continuous attenuation of the piano sound.

While Fang Zhao was watching the recording, on the other side, Mo Lang finally came out of his morning work. When he was thinking about creation, he didn't like to be disturbed, no matter who came at that time, he would be turned away by his assistant.

As soon as Mo Lang came out of the workshop, the four assistants were busy, serving tea and water for massage, and they were skilled in cooperating.

"Mo Lao, this is the document bag summoned by Fang in the morning." The assistant who received Fang Zhao said.

"Who?" Mo Lang asked.

"Fang Zhao." The assistant said it again.

Mo Lang looked dazed. Who is Fang Zhao?

Seeing Mo Lang like this, the assistants were used to it, even if Mo Lang only met people and said things yesterday, he couldn't remember anything when he was busy, so he continued to remind, "Fang Zhao, a native of Yanzhou, a very young man, the masterpiece "One Hundred Years of Annihilation" four movements, he said that you asked him to directly submit it. ”

Needless to say, there is no need to mention what important roles Fang Zhao played in the play, Mr. Mo doesn't care about those at all, and he doesn't remember them, he just needs to mention the other party's masterpiece to his old man.

Sure enough, when it comes to "One Hundred Years of Annihilation", Mo Lang corresponds to people.

"Oh, it's him. Yes, I asked him to submit the manuscript directly, and the little guy has already brought the manuscript? ”

The reason why Mo Lang remembered Fang Zhao was because he deliberately listened to some excellent works about the destruction of the century for the arduous task in hand.

There are not many works that impress Mo Lang, including Fang Zhao's "One Hundred Years of Annihilation" four movements. For this reason, Mo Lang also deliberately searched for Fang Zhao's personal information and his other works. are all very high-quality works, but Mo Lang is only looking for the elements of the extinction of the century now, and when he listened to Fang Zhao's "One Hundred Years of Annihilation", his brain was also the most active.

As the chief judge, Mo Lang came back and flipped through the submission information, but he didn't find Fang Zhao's submission, he also deliberately went to check it again, and it happened that he saw Fang Zhao in the concert hall the next day after checking the information, so he felt that Fang Zhao was a little familiar, so he stopped and asked.

Now hearing that Fang Zhao had finally submitted the manuscript, Mo Lang put the tea aside, took the document bag, opened the package, and took out the manuscript inside.

People of their level don't need other auxiliary equipment, and they can roughly form the main body of the work in their minds by looking at the sheet music manuscript.

Before he could read the two lines, Mo Lang's brows furrowed suddenly. The other hand, which hung down on his lap, raised and swayed slightly, as if conducting an orchestra, but much less.

Seeing Mo Lang's brows furrowed so tightly, the four assistants thought that Mo Lang didn't like the work Fang Zhao handed in, but when they looked at it again, it didn't look like they were dissatisfied. If he was really not satisfied, Mo Lang directly threw down the manuscript and didn't read it, and now like this, judging from their experience of following Mo Lang for so long, Mo Lang should be quite devoted.

So is this satisfactory or dissatisfied?

The four assistants moved lightly to avoid making a sound to disturb Mr. Mo.

Mo Lang sat there, reading the manuscript page by page.

Look at it again.

Again.

……

After repeating this five times, not only did the brow not stretch, but became more and more wrinkled.

Distracting from the manuscript, Mo Lang looked at the name of the composer written on the manuscript and disagreed: "Did Fang Zhao take it himself?" Did anyone come with him? ”

"No, he's the only one." The receptionist replied.

Mo Lang took a deep breath, as if asking someone else, as if asking himself: "Is this really written by himself?" ”

Mo Lang thought about it for a while, Fang Zhao's face was already very blurry in his mind, but one thing he was sure of was that Fang Zhao's age was really not very old!

At Fang Zhao's age, he wrote it?