The filming was all arranged, and Jiang Baicheng also knew that these teachers and students were not professional actors, so he took the trouble to demonstrate the performers' movements, postures and expressions in every shot, and then let the performers give it a try.

Thinking that it was okay, he picked up the little speaker, "Scene 3, second shot, Actio."

。 "The filming started after the slap was made, and the performers didn't take a few steps. Jiang Baicheng picked up the little horn again, "Nogood." So he ran to the performer.

"Professor Meng, you should behave naturally, be natural, don't think about the camera, when we don't exist. Take out the way you normally play the violin, be a little more affectionate, and show your love for the song. Yes, yes, yes, that's all. Nice, one more time. "It took four or five repetitions before I finished shooting one.

……

It took the film crew three shots to complete all mornings.

Yang Xiao walked up to Jiang Baicheng with a tired face at this time, handed over a glass of warm water, and admired his professionalism very much, "Director Jiang, filming is really hard." ”

Jiang Baicheng looked at Yang Xiao and nodded, "What do you think?" ”

Yang Xiao smiled, "Only by grinding hard will we produce high-quality products." ”

Jiang Baicheng agreed with Yang Xiao's opinion in his heart, "Although it is a little hard and tiring, I am enjoying it." After each shot was taken, the sense of accomplishment in my heart was ......" he said, and looked at Yang Xiao with an eager face.

"You can experience it when you have the opportunity, and the sense of accomplishment is unparalleled." At this time, Yang Xiaoli didn't know where to get out.

"Director Jiang is tired, we can rest for a while." Jiang Baicheng saw that it was Liu Xiaoli, and his face froze. When others said so on the set, the director would have been angry a long time ago. Seeing that it was Liu Xiaoli, Jiang Baicheng couldn't say anything.

"Not tired, not tired. Old Niu, you go and prepare for the next scene. "Get up and leave. Liu Xiaoli looked at Jiang Baicheng's back with an unkind face, and said to Yang Xiao, "You should be careful." Don't let the big bad wolf catch him. ”

Yang Xiao smiled, "Director Jiang is really dedicated." With that, he walked over.

"You're still speaking for him, I'm so angry." Liu Xiaoli stomped her foot and followed.

The filming progress is getting faster and faster as the performers become proficient. Yang Xiao followed behind Jiang Baicheng, although it was an MTV, but Jiang Baicheng's meticulous style, Yang Xiao learned a lot from him a lot of skills mastered by the director, such as script analysis, location selection, prop layout, lighting use, camera technology, etc., and used a notebook to write down what he saw and thought at any time.

After comparative analysis, he also somewhat understood the story behind the use of the lens. The more you know, the more you learn. Jiang Baicheng and Yang Xiao are two people, one is to teach with heart, and the other is to learn with heart. Liu Xiaoli began to worry about watching it, is Yang Xiao really going to the film academy?

Fortunately, she heard Yang Xiao's assurance, these are his hobbies, so she put her mind at ease. But he did not forget his responsibilities and often reminded Yang Xiao.

There was no shooting task at night, and the crew basically went home to rest, only Yang Xiao still lived in the school guest house. Some interested students saw Yang Xiao's talent, and when they saw Yang Xiao discussing the script and shooting with the director all day long, they were envious and found reasons to find opportunities to contact Yang Xiao.

In order to facilitate the study of the script, the guest house also changed a room with a suite for Yang Xiao. The students were all sitting on the sofa, 4 women and two men, all saying that they had questions to ask. Everyone is young, so there is no too much inhibition.

"Classmate Yang Xiao, tell me, as soon as the director said that the camera was turned on, the cameras were all facing me, my legs were so frightened that I couldn't move, and my expression was still stiff. What the hell is going on? What to do? A female classmate with short hair asked.

"This classmate, your performance is probably camera phobia. Don't think about the camera all the time, just think it's a broken machine and won't turn it on. ”

The short-haired girl looked surprised, "Is this okay?" Yang Xiao nodded firmly, as a performer, the first thing to overcome was this difficulty.

"Yang Xiao, my name is Wu Gang. How did you write such a good song? Any tips? "This male classmate with glasses and polite quality is probably here to learn from the experience.

"Wu Gang, writing songs is a comprehensive thing. A good song depends on the beautiful melody and the mood of the lyrics. This requires you to have a good sense of musicality and a deep literary foundation.

Fortunately, my father is a Chinese teacher and my mother is a music teacher. When I was a child, I was forced to read a lot of famous books and miscellaneous books, and practiced a few musical instruments, which was a bit basic.

And my music teacher, she is also great. I learned a lot about composition from him, and most importantly, inspiration. After speaking, he pointed to his head.

Sooner or later, someone would ask this question, but Yang Xiao didn't expect it to be so soon. Now let the wind go and let everyone know that they will slowly accept their own creations.

Wu Gang nodded after hearing this, agreeing with Yang Xiao's statement. One of the parents teaches Chinese and the other teaches music, and such a family has a foundation for writing songs. However, inspiration is sudden, and everyone's environment and accumulation are different, and the generation of inspiration is very different.

Especially in terms of creation, "the adoption is unstoppable, and the removal cannot be stopped." "If you don't catch it in time, you will run away without a trace.

"Yang Xiao, can you write a song about our young people? I mean cheerful. A girl in a red sweater asked tentatively.

"Yes. I'm in the middle of it. ”

"Yes, can you tell me what song is called? What's the word? The girl in the red sweater looked happy, it seems that the girl in the red sweater is still in an emergency.

Yang Xiao thought for a moment, "I believe in the name of the song." Now I think of a few lyrics: I believe that I am who I am, I believe in tomorrow, and I believe that youth has no horizon. On the seaside at sunset, on the lively street, it is a paradise in my heart. ”

Yang Xiao knew that the songs in the mainland were obviously not suitable for the theme of love now, and after several people in the room heard it, they applauded and applauded vigorously.

A girl with long hair and a little tall suddenly said, "Mr. Yang, my name is Zhou Meilan, and I am from Hong Kong Island." Can you write songs for our singers where? ”

Yang Xiao's heart moved slightly when he heard this, it was a coincidence. There are a lot of classic pop songs in his previous life, which are also an important part of his money-making plan. Thinking about how to communicate? I really wanted to fall asleep, so someone sent a pillow, and my good impression of Zhou Meilan increased greatly.

Yang Xiao thought about it and asked, "Is it a professional singer?" Zhou Meilan nodded hopefully.

"I need to hear his voice, do you have any songs that he sings?" Yang Xiao wanted to listen to his voice and confirm which singer was similar to him in his previous life, and the match was higher, so that the song could be sung, and the first shot on Hong Kong Island could not be dumb.

"Yes, yes, I have his tape in my apartment, I'll pick it up now." After speaking, he hurriedly walked out, as if he was afraid that Yang Xiao would regret it.

The short-haired girl looked like a curious baby, "Mr. Yang can write songs, can he write songs for foreign singers?" ”

Yang Xiao has a righteous face, take a closer look, he looks good, and they all say that the teacher has a beautiful woman, but he has a little problem with his brain, how can Gangcheng be said to be a foreign country? His expression was a little displeased, and his tone became stiff, "The port city has been Chinese since ancient times, how can it be foreign?"

When the short-haired girl saw Yang Xiao like this, she said a little anxiously, "Sorry, Mr. Yang misunderstood." Maybe I didn't make it clear, but what I said was that you can't write songs for foreigners. ”

Well, it's a misunderstanding. Yang Xiao consciously felt a little nervous, so he smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry, I misunderstood, which country is it?" I guess there should be no problem. He said in his heart, there are more than 100 classic English songs, and he can almost cope with it.

The short-haired girl's face flushed slightly, "Island Country." ”