Qiao Du generously accepted the document sent by the other party.

Finished reading it on the spot.

Quite satisfied.

The main thing is that the power of [Ghost] is attached to the performance through Qiao Dui's "guidance" to the actors.

If in ancient times, then Qiao Du could use this to stage a drama like the real "King in Yellow" that caused people to go crazy and deranged.

It's a pity that without the help of [Ghost], those actors may not be able to present such wonderful performances in their lifetimes.

They will be trapped in this performance for the rest of their lives, and they will never be able to walk out of the shadow of the past, no matter what kind of wonderful performance they present and what professional heights they reach later, they will be talked about behind their backs, that is, the peak, compared with this work.

It's a shame.

Qiao Du felt as if she had inadvertently changed the trajectory of many people's lives.

[Qiao Dui]: I think it's very good, you guys will definitely get good reviews!

He can only encourage the other person.

Li Changqing thanked Qiao Du and confirmed it again before uploading the file to the old video network.

It is said that there is an investment from their school behind this website, and the teacher of the professional course of this work asked to upload it to the old video network, just send him a link.

Upload, review, all in one go.

Li Changqing sent the link to the teacher on WeChat, and suddenly, fatigue hit, and the liver explosion for nearly a week made him confused at the moment, he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

The other side.

Teacher Ding of the editing and directing class of Jiangcheng Film and Television Academy received a message from Li Changqing, he glanced at the attached explanation and frowned slightly.

"Republic of China theme?"

Li Changqing is a student he has no impression of, and he can basically be regarded as a type with little talent.

There are more than 20 people in a class, and less than half of them can really stay in this line in the future, which is still counting the miscellaneous people in the crew.

Teacher Ding can't know every student well.

It's just that he is a little curious about the subject matter of this short film.

You must know that most of the other students handed in are campus urban themes, what youth pain, bright and sad, some are ingenious, and they will be reborn back to the past, the theme of the Republic of China, this is the first time I have seen it in recent years.

Campus theme, everyone starred in their true colors, and it was over with a little thought on the plot.

The theme of the Republic of China, to set the scene, to serve the Tao, and to play the people of that era, it is too difficult for these students.

It's like he used to have a student who wanted to make a sci-fi short film about fighting zombies, but he didn't hand in his homework at the end of the shooting, so he had to fail the course.

In fact, this assignment, the main focus is on the student's overall planning ability, a qualified choreographer, in addition to the mastery of professional ability such as lens details, communication and exchange are very important, basically, as long as the film can be completed, you can give a passing score.

However, gifted people can't hide it.

Teacher Ding remembered that there was a student in the past, and he made a short film in class, telling a nonsensical story about watching a literary film that caused death, and the creativity and techniques were quite good.

He clicked on Li Changqing's link, and it wasn't long after he uploaded it, and the number of clicks was definitely not much.

After clicking play, the teacher put down his phone and began to watch seriously.

He is still very principled, no matter how bad the homework handed in by the student, he must read it carefully, and will not draw conclusions after reading only half of it.

But looking at it, Mr. Ding felt that something was wrong.

This texture, this acting, doesn't feel like a student can achieve.

No, it's certainly not a student's picture!

He watched it for two minutes and then immediately paused, recalling if this was the content of the drama made by someone else.

But after searching the memory, Mr. Ding didn't see that this was the drama.

Continuing to look down, he quickly recognized familiar people.

"Isn't this Song Li?"

The girl in the acting department next door was very beautiful because she was very beautiful, so Mr. Ding heard about it, and he soon found out that these main actors were indeed students.

But are the acting skills of these students a little too outrageous?

Especially the cold and sharp eyes when he saw the warlord knock down the assassinated waiter without changing his face and heartbeat, and ordered someone to take him down.

I haven't killed a few people, so it's hard to show that state.

"I don't look like acting."

Teacher Ding laughed self-deprecatingly.

It turns out that good acting skills can indeed enhance the sense of substitution.

Even in front of the computer, on a small screen, Mr. Ding can still substitute for it.

Seeing the back, he even forgot that he was a teacher who corrected homework, and just regarded him as an ordinary audience, watching these people come and go on the big stage of the times.

He seemed to see hidden corners, young people lurking and running, watching the future.

He seemed to see the warlords, high-ranking officials, and wealthy businessmen intriguing and dividing up the land at the banquet.

It was as if he saw the unyielding eyes of the suffering people.

Bang –

On the computer screen, fireworks exploded with a dull sound.

Shining into the banquet hall through the window, Xia Yi, who was covered in blood, leaned against the table legs, and the camera focused on his side face reflected by the fireworks.

Suddenly, a voice made him turn his head, and Xia Yi was in the classroom again.

Looking at the graduation wishes of one by one, and then recalling their final ending, it is embarrassing and sad.

"I would like to be a torch and bring a glimmer of light to this long dark night."

In the video, Xia Yi was angry, but he said this sentence firmly.

Outside the window, fireworks bloom again.

All the voices converged at this moment, as if in a mime.

But the silence lasted only a moment.

In the next moment, the immature child's voice sounded.

"Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is green"

The song of "Farewell" envelops all sounds, and the picture turns white in the fireworks.

Teacher Ding couldn't help but sniff.

Maybe this children's chorus is too soft and hopeful, maybe Xia Yi's last eyes and words just now are too firm, or maybe it's just that the atmosphere of this short film is brewing at its peak at this moment.

It made his nose sour and his eyes moist.

At this time, the picture lit up again, but it was some old black and white photos.

These photos are derived from reality, and they are photos of heroes who once ran, struggled, and sacrificed for the people of Lebanon.

Next to each photo, their names and biographies are written.

Many people's lives are fixed in the best years, they come from all over the world, only for the same lofty ideal, even if they dedicate their lives, they do not hesitate.

Seeing this, Mr. Ding was stunned.

He didn't speak anymore, didn't comment, just silently listened to the song of "Farewell", watching one photo after another appear and disappear, like meteors across the sky.

When the short video was completely over and automatically paused, the teacher, who was almost old enough to know the destiny of heaven, slowly got up, opened the drawer, took out a cigarette that he hadn't touched for a long time, went to the balcony, and lit one.

He looked into the distance.

The sunset is infinitely good, just near dusk.

(End of chapter)