In the office, the head teacher Hu Qingquan calmly took the script that was a little crumpled and scribbled, and did not read it for the first time, nor did he ask why the script was like this.

Instead, he looked at Lu Ping'an and said calmly: "Our director department has not enrolled students in the past two years, and you can enroll, and you know the reason, if you really want to leave, it is not easy to be admitted again." ”

When Lu Ping'an heard this, he knew that Hu Qingquan had not been deceived by himself before, and now he was still worried that he would drop out of school.

In fact, there is a reason why Hu Qingquan can be so bitter.

As he said, in the past two years, the undergraduate of the Beijing Film Directing Department has not enrolled students, and Lu Ping'an was able to come in because he borrowed the east wind of the original owner's father.

The original owner's father works in the agency, and the energy is good, the original owner wanted to take the undergraduate examination of the Beiying directing department, but the school did not plan to recruit students at that time, and later after the father communicated with the school, the school simply opened up and recruited a few people in this year's undergraduate directing department, and the original owner was also very competitive, and entered Beiying with a score that exceeded the admission line of Tsinghua University, which made the school's face very bright, and because of this, some different opinions in the school were suppressed.

Now that Lu Ping'an is enrolled, but he wants to leave, the original parents are gone, some things are not so easy to discuss, the school leaders know that there may be a lot of opinions, and when the time comes, Lu Ping'an will run high and let the birds fly, but Hu Qingquan, the head teacher, may be implicated.

But there is no way, who made Lu Ping'an have made up his mind at that time.

Fortunately, now he has changed his mind.

"Mr. Hu, you misunderstood, I really came to apply for assistance with you, you see, this is really my script."

Hu saw that he didn't admit it, but he still didn't read the script, but continued:

"What about you, the school leaders know, and the leaders also understand, no one wants to encounter something like that, it's good to be able to come out now, study hard in the future, don't dare to skip class."

"Teacher Hu, don't worry, I will definitely finish my studies well."

Lu Ping'an assured with a smile.

Hu Qingquan is still very good, this semester he is absent from class from time to time, but Hu Qingquan made a leave of absence with a stroke of his pen, which really takes care of him, so he has a very good impression of this teacher.

"That's good, you have fallen behind a lot of courses this semester, our department does not have midterm exams, but there are still final exams, after New Year's Day, there is not much time, you have to find a way to make up for it when you go back."

Teacher Hu spoke bitterly, and Lu Ping'an said yes again and again.

finally waited for him to finish speaking, and Lu Ping'an reminded him to read the script.

And Mr. Hu officially looked at the script written temporarily.

He felt that no matter how well he wrote, there was always encouragement.

But...

When he looked at it, his eyes were sucked.

This script... Wonderful!

"Act 1: The piano notes fade in, and a man (Zhang San) wearing only shorts is playing the piano."

"Narrator: I rarely play in public, only on special occasions or for special people, such as tonight."

"Camera cut: an old man who doesn't know if it's alive or dead."

"Narrator: Who is this man, I don't know him, I can't even see him, I'm blind, no matter what, I'm not performing for him, I'm acting for the people behind me."

"Act II: Zhang San is a loser...

At the beginning, when Hu Qingquan saw the reverse order of the first act, he didn't think the script was good.

A blind man who plays the piano for a strange man and the person behind him, wearing only shorts, may involve color.

So his first reaction was, it must be related to abuse.

When the second act begins, he discovers that the man was originally a piano genius, but he fell to the bottom because of his abnormal performance in the competition, and after a period of adjustment, he pretended to be a blind piano tuner and began to take orders.

Hu Qingquan's interest grew at the moment.

But that's all, pretending to be a blind person to do voyeurism is new, but not particularly new.

To put it bluntly, at this point in the story, the tension is there, but it is not enough.

However, when the story entered the Gao Dynasty and returned to the content of the opening chapter, Hu Qingquan's whole face became serious.

If you look closely, you can even see that his thigh muscles are locked, which is a sign of excitement.

Because of the high dynasty of the story, it was the tuner who encountered the murder scene, and as a result, he repeatedly missed the opportunity to escape, and finally fell into hell.

Seeing this, Hu Qingquan couldn't help but praise in his heart, "Wonderful!" ”

A little pervert pretends to be blind and ends up being taken out by a real big pervert.

This story looks very simple at first glance, but Hu Qingquan is not an ordinary audience after all, he is a teacher in the directing department.

And he is a teacher who is biased towards academic theory.

There may not be much practical experience, but the theoretical knowledge is very solid, and the understanding and dismantling of the script are not comparable to ordinary people.

So he soon realized that there should be a lot of subtlety in this script.

He believes that the actual connotation of this script is actually quite worth exploring.

However, this is a script after all, and it is not a formal script, so the picture sense is definitely not as high as the finished film, and there are naturally many questions left for Hu Qingquan.

So he said to Lu Ping'an for the first time:

"That's a great idea!"

Hu Qingquan praised sincerely.

"It's okay, it's okay." Lu Ping'an is very modest.

It's just that Hu Qingquan quickly asked with a serious face:

"I have a couple of questions."

Seeing this, Lu Ping'an also became serious: "You ask." ”

"The first question, why does Zhang San play the blind man?"

Hu Qingquan stared at Lu Ping'an and asked seriously.

Lu Ping'an was a little surprised at first when he heard this.

He also thought that Mr. Hu would ask him if the script was written by him or something, but he didn't expect it to be a discussion of the script?

But it soon dawned on him.

In fact, asking this way is to determine whether the script was written by him.

For film and television drama creators, scripts and film and television dramas are actually very different.

The script can only be seen roughly, and the film is the ultimate embodiment of the creator.

The deeper the interpretation and understanding of the script, the better the effect of the film will naturally be.

So for the question of the script, if Lu Ping'an doesn't answer well, then naturally it goes without saying, the script is not his.

Although Beiying will not pursue the fact that students use other people's scripts, after all, they are directors, not screenwriters.

But the original script must also be asked.

What if there is a financial dispute?

What if it involves bullying?

Beiying did not allow such a scandal to happen.

Hu Qingquan also had this meaning at this time.

The "Tuner" short film is good!

And he looked at it and wrote it, but what if Lu Ping'an used some illegal means to get it?

So this time, it's a discussion, but also a temptation.

Fortunately, for the interpretation of the short film "The Tuner", Lu Ping'an, who was an art student in his previous life, has a detailed understanding of it.

So he quickly replied: "Because he enjoys breaking the rules and thinks he can do anything." ”

When Mr. Hu heard this, his heart was true.

His brow widened a little.

"It's an interesting idea, let's talk about it in detail."

Lu Ping'an did not hesitate, and directly explained with a kind of enthusiasm for seeing the child:

"That's right, we often say 'there are no rules, there is no circle', in fact, it mainly refers to the inner feelings, enjoy the pleasure of breaking the rules, people can't go back, this is the old truth.

You know that something happened to my family before, in fact, I came out more than a month ago, but my relatives still come to comfort me when they see me, including you just now, and at that moment, I felt a very magical feeling.

I found that as long as I continue to pretend to be depressed and helpless, I can get a lot of things that are not easy to get in normal times, such as being absent from school these days because you have taken a leave of absence.

Therefore, the original Zhang San gave up on himself because he was anxious and nervous and could not be qualified for the piano competition, he may have wanted to play the blind man at first to find the ability to play again, but after tasting the sweetness once, he played the blind man not only for art, but just to enjoy the pleasure of "peeping" at others. ”

After listening to this, Mr. Hu couldn't help laughing:

"It seems that art really comes from life."

"Teacher, don't make fun of me." Lu Ping'an smiled obediently.

"How could I make fun of you, without your experience during this time, there would be no such good ideas."

Hu Qingquan continued to laugh, he was now convinced that this was Lu Ping'an's original script.

So the tone of the discussion between him and Lu Ping'an was much calmer.

"Why did you tell the old lady to help her cross the street? Is it a prank? ”

"No, I designed it this way to show Zhang San's step-by-step mentality."

"Tell me."

Before this, the benefits enjoyed by the tuner were not much malice, just to peek into other people's lives for a small time, if you can, take revenge on the arrogant people, but talking to the old lady, so that the old lady felt a little trance and frightened because he was blind, in fact, this detail shows that at this time his heart is close to "madness", through success again and again, he is more and more convinced that he can get away with it and not be discovered. ”

Hu Qingquan followed at this time and said: "So after waiting for this traffic light, he went to the house where he killed, and thus his life ended, everything seems to have its own certainty in the dark, in fact, it is he himself because of "breaking the rules", enjoying the happiness of drug addiction, and will continue to take risks, but accidentally, his little pervert met a real big pervert who can kill. ”

"Yes!"

"Good!"

Hu Qingquan stroked his hands and praised.

Lu Ping'an's explanation gave him a feeling of deconstructing a classic blockbuster.

It's cool!

But that's not the end of it, he continued to wonder: "Did the tuner die in the end?" ”

At this time, Hu Qingquan was no longer a teacher, but a movie fan, which he didn't even realize himself.

Lu Ping'an replied with a smile: "Dead, I will use sound effects to hint at the beginning of the film." ”

"The air nail gun?"

"Yes."

"Why does the tuner have to die?"

Lu Ping'an smiled: "Because people who lie care more about the logic that cannot be debunked than those who don't lie!" When Zhang San saw the murder scene and was confused, his brain was blank, and he fell into the logical chain that I can't be debunked, so he obediently undressed and obediently waited for the old lady to point a gun at his head, and kept playing the last song of his life, and in the end, he could not escape death. ”

"People who lie care more about logic that cannot be debunked than people who don't lie...

Hu Qingquan heard this, muttered it in his mouth, and pondered it carefully for a long time.

Then he smiled and shook his head in admiration: "The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, your seniors, no, many of those teachers will be ashamed of themselves after seeing this script,"

"The teacher won the award, and I was inspired by accident."

"It's a good thing to be modest, but it's not good to be too much, your script deserves any praise, hey, at first I thought you were entertaining me, but now, I'm really glad I didn't bomb you out just now."

"Thank you, Mr. Hu, for your tolerance."

"I won't say that." Hu Qingquan waved his hand, and then said, "By the way, let me ask you one last question." ”

"You ask."

"Did you really decide to shoot it yourself?"

Hu Qingquan hesitated for a while and asked, "Don't get me wrong, I just think that if such a script can be presented perfectly, it has the foundation to hit the award, so I'm thinking, should I help you find a famous director." ”

Rookie and master directors will naturally have very different interpretations of the same script.

In Hu Qingquan's eyes, Lu Ping'an's script is well written, but the actual operation is a rookie, and he is almost the same as himself.

So a good script really has to be filmed by yourself, I'm really afraid that it will be messed up.

In this regard, Lu Ping'an naturally knew what he meant.

But he won't let it go at this point.

"I know what you mean."

Lu Ping'an smiled, and then said firmly, "But I'm completely sure to shoot it well." ”

"So confident?"

"Yes, and I don't think anyone can shoot it better than me, to be honest, this script has been polished in my head for a long time, I have already thought about the storyboard and even the soundtrack, and the money is ready, and now I almost have it filmed."

When Hu Qingquan heard this, he stared at Lu Ping'an's eyes for a long time, and all he saw was indestructible self-confidence.

So in the end he didn't insist anymore:

"Okay, Ping'an, since you have the confidence to become a good director, then I will fully cooperate, say, what support do you need?"

Lu Ping'an said with a smile:

"I want equipment, I want people...