"My idea of this drama is very simple, in the past, director Wang Fulin taught me that filming the four famous novels is to dig the ancestral grave, and I will be scolded, but now I want not to be scolded, and I will be ashamed."

Hey, the young man is big enough. Wang Feng frowned, and his tone was big enough, after all, he was young, but when Tang Qin continued to say the following thoughts, his perception immediately changed.

"So I made meticulous preparations, I invited Dai Lao for painting, Zhao Qingxia from our Three Kingdoms crew for costumes, Tian Lianyuan as the art consultant, and Yuan Heping, a famous Hong Kong movement director......

Ooh......

Everyone seemed to have understood that although Tang Qin had not become the prime minister, he was already forming a cabinet.

A person who has not yet become the chief director has actually pulled up a team of his own.

"I asked Qian Yunxuan from Xiying for art, and this is a draft of his drawings for the Juyi Hall......

The drawings were quickly circulated in the hands of the judges, Wang Fulin glanced at Tang Qin, this kid always likes to find another way, others are here to run for the chief director, but he seems to be here to report work.

"When we were filming the Three Kingdoms, we found that our martial arts scenes were not good-looking, they were too rough, and the movements were very direct......

At this time, Chinese martial arts TV dramas are not very experienced, and Hong Kong martial arts film and television have long been proficient, "Lu Zhishen's Zen staff, Lin Chong's gun, Wu Song's stick and knife, Li Kui's plate axe, and Yan Qing's fist all need to design exclusive martial arts movements that can portray their character, without using any stunts, and punching to the flesh......

This is good, Wang Feng and Wang Fulin couldn't help nodding.

"Also, I asked Zhao Jiping to be responsible for the theme song in the play, Mr. Zhao Jiping is a native of Xi'an, a graduate of the Central Conservatory of Music, studying folk music and Western music, and the leaders must remember the song with a strong northwest wind in "Red Sorghum......

At that time, 30 suona, 4 sheng and a Chinese arrow drum played in unison, and Jiang Wenliang shouted: "Alas-sister, you boldly go forward Wow, go forward, don't look back, the road to the sky is 9,999,999 wow——"

Zhao Jiping used the willow and mao dialects of Shandong local opera, and also added the singing method of Qin dialect and flower dialect, which was passionate and rough.

"Don Xiao, you even have the theme song ready?" Although Feng Qiyong is a master, but he is not ignorant of the world, Tang Qin played cards like this, so that those who have already played cards in front of them have no cards to play.

"Not yet, but my team is already there, and if the leaders agree to let me be the chief director, I can cast it right away."

Oh, I didn't expect it, the chief director didn't, but the progress of the TV series has reached the casting stage.

Moreover, these big names in various fields are all standing for Tang Qin.

What is this, this is a bonus for Tang Qin!

"But you don't have a script, we don't know what you're going to shoot......" The bidding meeting is no longer like a bidding meeting, everyone is happily looking at the drawings, looking at the paintings, and the script of Wu Song's killing of his sister-in-law that Tang Qin just came out.

Of course, this was not written by him, it was written by Yang Zhengguang and Ran Ping.

"What else do you have to say?" Director Wang Feng has seen so many TV artists, and Tang Qin feels the most different to him.

At first, the young man became an actor from a stage installer, and then entered CCTV from a local repertory troupe, spanning TV and movies, and after becoming Zhuge Liang, he picked up the guide tube......

These are all enough, the eight-episode series directed and acted by himself became popular all over the country, and he became a singer again......

Now, he has given himself a different speech, there are so many people who support him, he is still young, just for the cultivation of talents in Chinese TV dramas in the future, and he also wants Tang Qin to try this chief director.

"Okay, all the bidding is over, go back and wait for the notice." After speaking, he stood up and talked to Li Xifan and the others with a smile, but he ignored Tang Qin again.

……

Somehow, Zhang Shaolin's alcohol consumption tonight is not as strong as when he was in the Three Kingdoms crew, Tang Qin only feels that the more he drinks, the more he drinks, the worse it drops.

After drinking only four bottles of beer, I couldn't hold it anymore.

"Tang Qin, I, I'm afraid it won't work......" said for a long time

didn't say anything, but Zhang Jizhong and Li Chengru carried the person into the car and dragged him away.

Back at home, Ma Lan had already come back from AH, these days, she didn't go anywhere, concentrated on the baby's birth in the capital, the nanny cleaned up the meals, washed the dishes and chopsticks, and went home, only the little two were left in the family, sitting next to each other in the courtyard of the evening breeze.

"You lie down." Tang Qin dragged a recliner from the room and carefully let Ma Lan sit down on it.

On a summer night, there is a bright full moon hanging in the deep blue sky, the evening breeze blows, the yard is very cool, the little couple is talking while listening to the sound of insects in the vegetable furrow, garlic is smoking moss, cabbage is rolling heart, coriander is exuding the aroma of veins......

"Da Qin, moved, moved." Ma Lan was a little tired from sitting, she was lying flat on the recliner, her stomach suddenly moved, and she moved again, and she shouted in surprise, "He also knows that Dad is home." Ma Lan happily pointed to his stomach and looked at Tang Qin shyly.

Tang Qin in the previous life was also a person from the past, he naturally knew the meaning of moving, and saw Ma Lan gently uncover the placket on his belly, revealing a belly with snowflakes.

Oh, suddenly, the belly bulged here, stopped for a while, and then rose again, and the two of them happily searched for the restless little foot like a treasure hunt, but the child seemed to be playing hide and seek in the belly with the two of them, and would not let them guess where he would be in the belly next time.

"This kid is making a big fuss in the Heavenly Palace." Tang Qin gently stroked Ma Lan's belly, and also felt the child's powerful beating.

"Does he want to come out early and see the world?" Ma Lan held Tang Qin's hand tightly on his belly with one hand, and held Tang Qin's hand tightly with the other.

Ma Lan suddenly sat up slowly, she looked at the old locust tree in the courtyard, looked at the pomegranate tree under the window, looked at the flowers and plants in the courtyard, and the big yellow dog by the door, and finally her eyes fell on the furniture in the house, but she looked at Tang Qin again, and asked expectantly, "You say, he is still satisfied with this home, right?" Are you happy with both of us?"

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Tang Qin smiled, "It's up to him, who is his father and mother, can he choose?" Tang Qin also looked at the courtyard, "This family, as long as you are satisfied, no one is dissatisfied."

Ma Lan smiled, she was lying on the recliner, she only felt that her whole body was very comfortable, and her heart was very comfortable, in the past few months of pregnancy, this was the most comfortable night.

Tang Qin helped her up, "Let's go, don't just sit outside, don't get tired, go into the house and watch TV for a while, and then eat a piece of watermelon......

Sitting on the sofa in the living room, the doors and windows of the house are wide open, the wind blows through the hall from time to time, there is no need to turn on the air conditioner and turn on the fan, and the room is also very cool.

On TV, Yang Lan has been standing on the stage of "Zhengda Variety Show" for four years, and it is she who has let many people know that the world is really wonderful.

On the TV screen in 1994, ordinary people passed the time in their ordinary lives, leaving their own traces, and also harvesting laughter, tears, passion, longing, and children.

But what many people are concerned about is whether they can leave their own mark in the tide of the times.

"Hey," Malan leaned on the couch, as if remembering something, "Look at my brain, they all say that I have been stupid for three years of pregnancy, and I can't remember things more and more."

"What's wrong?" Tang Qin cut half of the watermelon, took a spoon for Ma Lan, and asked her to hold the watermelon and eat it bite by bite.