The filming of "Infernal Affairs" did not go well.

In the past, when he was filming "The Bottom of the Mine", Zhou Yang didn't understand anything, he only imitated and pondered with his memory, although he bumped and bumped, but he finally made it out.

And now the process of filming "Infernal Affairs" is still bumpy, but the efficiency is outrageously low.

Every time he shoots a scene, Zhou Yang will ponder and analyze it repeatedly, and finally come to the conclusion that this shot cannot be used and must be reshot.

The staff of the "Infernal Affairs" crew gradually turned into uneasiness from the initial anticipation, and even recently when they saw Zhou Yangjin announcing the start of work, everyone would subconsciously breathe tightly, and they became nervous for some reason.

This tension gradually turned into anxiety, and slowly spread throughout the crew, and eventually the atmosphere inside and outside the crew became extremely weird.

Filming leisure was supposed to be relaxation time......

But the crew of "Infernal Affairs" is very weird, there is no noise around the media, no one takes pictures, and there is no laughter like other crews, and they even talk to each other carefully, for fear of making a noise.

It was as if a haze was permeating overhead, so oppressive that it made people breathless.

No one knows whether the results of everyone's hard work for a day today will be useful, and they are not even sure if Zhou Yang will suddenly tell them that all this will be remade after resting.

When the time came to June, this feeling of depression turned into despair.

Zhou Yang seems to be starting to become dissatisfied with everything, not only is he dissatisfied with the previous successful shots, but even some props of the crew are very dissatisfied.

Although he won't get angry at every turn like other directors, every time he saw Zhou Yang silent for a long time, and finally smiled and denied and said that he wanted to start over, everyone couldn't help but be stunned.

Li Qiang, the person in charge of photography, was full of confidence when he joined the crew, but now he has become worried, his brows have been furrowed during the shooting, and after the shooting, he even stared at the camera in a daze for a long time.

Being overturned again and again, and remade again and again, it is like stepping into a dark and cold abyss, trying to struggle to climb out, but unable to climb out no matter what.

He felt his self-confidence shattered like never before......

He gradually began to doubt whether he had the level to shoot movies, and even felt that he was not worthy of staying in the crew of "Infernal Affairs".

On the evening of June 3.

"Director Zhou......"

"Brother Liu, sit ......"

"Director Zhou, I think your current state is very wrong, you should take a break."

"Huh?"

Liu Hua knocked on Zhou Yang's office.

Zhou Yang's hair was unkempt, he had a stubble, he looked a little sloppy, and his eyes were bloodshot, but he was still reading the script with high intensity.

When he saw a series of books on Zhou Yang's desk, Liu Hua and Liu Tianwang noticed that Zhou Yang was wrong.

He's learning.

But the learning was messy.

Acting, directing, music, composing, art and James Brown. Bonter's "Notes on a Movie."

It looks like there's everything.

He really wanted to tell Zhou Yang that he couldn't chew too much, but when the words came to his lips, he shook his head after seeing Zhou Yang's sunny smile.

Before joining the crew of "Infernal Affairs", Wang Shuai said that Zhou Yang was a little paranoid, and gave some examples of some stories about the filming of "Crow".

At first, he didn't care about it, and felt that Zhou Yang was very dedicated and worthy of respect.

But now he found that Zhou Yang's paranoia seemed to be integrated into the bone marrow, which vaguely made people feel extremely crazy.

"Director Zhou, you will drive people crazy like this......" Liu Hua thought about a lot of things before he came, but in the end, it only became such a sentence.

Zhou Yang's smile gradually disappeared after hearing this, and then he glanced out the window and began to become silent.

Liu Hua saw the complexity that flashed in Zhou Yang's eyes.

The sound of electric fans swaying around the office, making a whirring noise.

Liu Tianwang looked at Zhou Yang and added after looking at him as if he was thinking: "Director Zhou, it's true that you don't have a lot of skills, but it is impossible for one person to be an arranger, director, actor, or even a photographer...... Even if you could, you would be crushed...... You are a man, not a god! ”

"Brother Liu, I know."

Liu Tianwang's voice seemed to make Zhou Yang a little touched, thoughtful, and then he turned his head and suddenly laughed.

Liu Hua Liu Tianwang couldn't understand Zhou Yang's smile, obviously he was very close to Zhou Yang, but it seemed to have become very far away.

It seems that I listened to it, but I didn't seem to listen to it.

……………………

Someone is crazy.

But that person was not Zhou Yang, but John. William Puss, the famous soundtrack master of Hollywood.

Zhou Yang would come to Wu Zhenhong's villa every day to compose music, but the content of the music was not "The Sound of Silence", "The Last Mohican", or "Homecoming......

Even these incomplete tunes, Zhou Yang seems to have forgotten, and it seems that there is no intention to complete them at all.

He would ask him about the piano, about the violin, about the ocarina, and even about the harmonica......

Zhou Yang obviously doesn't know anything about many musical instruments, but the strange thing is that he can always use some instruments that he doesn't understand to compose a paragraph that makes John. William Puss's crazy melody.

And......

Every day the melody is different, but each melody makes John. William Pus shuddered, but none of the melodies were complete.

For more than half a month, John. William Puss went from initial shock to slow numbness, and at the end, he was almost crazy.

Wrong!

He was sure he seemed to be going crazy.

June 4th.

Another crazy piano piece surged throughout the music room, and he clutched his heart, his eyes red and gasping constantly, like a hysterical bull.

The piano music came to an abrupt end.

Originally elegant, serious, and with a good demeanor, John. William Puth suddenly slammed his fist on the piano table next to him, and after smashing it, he stared at Zhou Yang panting, regardless of the pain in his hand. target

"Why ......"

"Mr. Zhou Yang, tell me, none of this is true!"

"No, no, not really!"

"Hey, anything else? Without? fuck…… I want to screw your head off......"

"You must have been sent by Satan to torture me, didn't you?"

"Tell me, isn't it!"

He began to speak incoherently.

He was scolding, scolding very fiercely, and then laughed again without warning, laughing very sadly, and even slapped himself hard in front of Wu Zhenhong and Zhou Yang.

He seems to have gone mad.

However, Zhou Yang breathed a sigh of relief, as if he was completing some task, put away the manuscript, and silently closed the piano cover.

As the sun set, he came to the window, took out the phone, and talked to James. Bont began to talk about the art of film.

John. William Puth looked at Zhou Yang's back......

His facial muscles twitched, and he finally sat down in his chair, the melody of the piano music echoing in his mind.

In fact......

Today's piano music made him feel shocked, felt his scalp tingle, and vaguely produced an indescribable sense of worship.

"Greatness"

This adjective is very inappropriate to describe Zhou Yang, but he feels very appropriate to describe the short, intermittent piano music played by Zhou Yang.

The glow of the sunset faded away in time, and when it was gone, the red glow on the horizon gradually dissipated, and finally dusk fell, and the earth began to darken.

John. William Puss lowered his head and reviewed the melody of the tune that Zhou Yang had made during this time.

There were already ten songs with different styles and lengths, but they shocked him and made him unable to extricate himself.

Zhou Yang finally finished the call.

"That piano piece just now...... What is it? ”

"It should be a symphony......"

"Tell me, what it's called a symphony!"

"The Blue Danube."

"Tell me, damn it, tell me, when are you going to finish this tune?" John. William Puth trembled and grabbed Zhou Yang's shoulder, his voice almost gritting teeth.

It was as if he was facing a demon with a sinister grin.

The demon was stunned, then smiled wryly, and just shook his head: "I don't know...... Maybe not for the rest of my life......"

John. William Puss's body stiffened, and then gradually let go of the hand that was holding Zhou Yang's shoulder, after letting go, he lowered his head, his chest rose and fell, and after a long time, the whole person sat on the chair as if he had lost his strength and lowered his head.

He was in a trance, he felt that everything was unreal, and he felt cold, so cold that he wanted to shiver.

Zhou Yang saw John. William Puss didn't know what to say.

Vaguely, he understood that John. William Puss's reaction.

"I may be ruined by you, my life may be ruined by you, I have ......" I don't know how long it took, John. William Puth then looked up and muttered to himself.

The excitement that had once been gone has now vanished, and it has begun to become a little decadent and devastated.

Once a self-proclaimed talent, he found that he could no longer make up any tunes.

"I'm sorry......" Zhou Yang looked at John. William Puss's reaction, subconsciously apologized.

"Tell me, tomorrow you don't have a new work, a new melody, right......" he raised his head, as if praying for Zhou Yang.

"And some ......"

"What is called and there are some, you tell me, what is called and some, some are how much! Two songs? Three? Five? "John. William Puss's mood, which had calmed down a little, rose again to a high pitch.

"It's just some, I don't know how many ...... there are," Zhou Yang replied honestly.

"Ha...... John. William Puss's expression stiffened again, as if he was a robot in human skin: "Then I don't want to listen, I'll go back and ...... now"

Mr. William Puss...... I need your help! ”

"Let God help you, or let your best friend, Satan, help you, I can't help anything...... Get out, you get out now, get out now! ”

"Oh."

As if thinking of something, Zhou Yang looked at the time, and then nodded.

Just as Zhou Yang was leaving, John. William Puss shook his head again suddenly.

"Mr. Zhou Yang, let's listen to me, I'll see how many times you can hit me, I tell you, you can't hit me! My heart is as hard as steel, you can't hit me, I won't be hit by anyone, you go on!! ”

“……”

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