a delicate flower

On the seventh floor of the activity center, the entire floor was divided up by several major school-level associations.Ailang ran to the meeting room next door to take a seat with his laptop in his arms. When he heard that Ma Pian and others were filming in the studio, he went to the studio to watch the excitement.

The studio is also on the same floor. When Ai Lang knocked on the door, he saw a dozen people standing inside. The director of the film and television department, together with Ma Pian, recruited several elites in the department under the title of minister, actors, photographers and The prop masters are all ready, and a group of people are filming a short film about signing up for the provincial college student public service advertisement competition.

There are green cloths hanging in the studio, and there are several hangers with various clothes on the side. The space is a little crowded, and there is no air conditioning in the room. In the late summer in the south, it is like stepping into a steamer.

Ai Lang and the director of the film and television department are friends on social platforms, and they nodded and smiled when they met. After greeting, Ai Lang walked up to Ma Pian, took a look at the script in his hand, and said, "I remember this The prize money of the competition is only 1 yuan, so you guys are so caring."

Ellen glanced up and saw that the actor was standing on the green cloth, crying tears at the two cold camera positions in front of him.

Ma Pian took the script and said, "I need to cut a demo first, and take it to hand in the homework."

Ma Pian and the director of the film and television department are both film and television post-production majors. They are regular teammates. They are well-known in their majors as a strong team and an excellent partner.

Ailang laughed as soon as he heard it, and said: "Sign up for the competition, and hand in an assignment by the way, I understand~"

Ma Pian smiled shyly, and there were honey in the two small dimples under the corners of her mouth.

Ailan held his chin, looked at this simple but well-equipped studio, and was thinking about how to take advantage of it to keep the debt of favor to a minimum. When he turned his head and hesitated to speak, Ma Pian frowned slightly. with.He followed Ma Pian's gaze to the male lead actor standing on the green screen. In order to hold back tears, the boy dripped eye drops into his eyes several times, but the results were not ideal.

Even Ai Lang could see that the boy's condition facing the camera was getting worse and worse, but the director of the photography department kept frowning, not letting go, and the two sides were killing each other, so it was difficult to have any results.

Ai Lang followed Ma Pian to watch the replay of the camera, and Ai Lang asked, "How many times have you passed this short video?"

Looking at the SLR, Ma Pian frowned, and replied, "The last shot is missing."

Except for the protagonist showing his face at the beginning and the end, the rest of the shots did not leave the country. They shot the previous shots in one day, only missing the crucial close-up of the last scene:

The camera pans up slowly, asking the actors to make insensitive expressions in front of the camera, and then belatedly shed tears.The junior recruited by Ma Pian has good looks and good acting skills, but this crying scene seems awkward no matter how it is filmed-especially the last scene is a close-up shot, and the actor's shortcomings are fully exposed under the SLR lens.

Ai Lang hesitated and said: "If it's just two additional shots, the workload is not too heavy..."

Ma Pian looked up at him.

Ailang suggested: "Why don't you let Zhuang Lin come over and try?"

Ma Pian's eyes lit up, and she quickly responded, "Okay."

Seeing that Ma Pian agreed so simply, Ailang knew that the bargaining chip could be raised, and he winked at Ma Pian: "But~ there are conditions."

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What the film and television department lacks most is a boss who can play SLR, coupled with Ma Pian's full skill in post-editing, Ailang helped Zhuang Lin make an appointment in advance with a team of powerful appointment shooting teams.In exchange, Ailang went to the activity room and called Zhuang Lin over for an audition.

Ailang returned to the activity room. Through the transparent sliding door, he saw Teacher Limo setting up a few chairs in the middle to demonstrate the sitting posture for the girls. Ailang pushed the door lightly and walked in. His appearance aroused frequent glances from others , Zhuang Lin's attention was also attracted.

Looking at each other, Ai Lang waved to Zhuang Lin, signaling him to come out first.

Zhuang Lin looked at a loss, and before he could react, the etiquette teacher noticed the movement on Ai Lang's side first, and asked, "What's wrong?"

At the moment, the audience's attention is shifted to Ailang alone.

Ai Lang met the etiquette teacher's gaze, and immediately explained with a smile on his face: "I'm sorry, that, teacher, I have something to take him out."

The etiquette teacher waved to Ellen: "Go, go."

Ai Lang took Zhuang Lin away in full view. Xing Lu and Cao Huaide, who were sitting at the scene, both changed their expressions, but they had different ideas.

Xing Lu frowned slightly, blaming her for being too sensitive, and sure enough, she heard someone whispering behind her:

"Tsk, look, he's the only one who takes everything away..."

"What's the matter, do you want n more p?"

"puff--"

Xing Lu turned her head, and the people who were talking stopped, and they all looked like white lotus flowers that had been peaceful for years.

……

Zhuang Lin was led by Ai Lang to pass by the offices of the major clubs. The two of them tacitly agreed that Ai Lang had not mentioned the rumors in the clubs in front of Zhuang Lin in the past two days. Zhuang Lin had just seen Ai Lang in front of everyone. After the department's face defended him, they didn't deliberately mention it again, and they both pretended nothing happened.

Zhuang Lin was puzzled, "Senior, where are you taking me?"

Ai Lang turned back and replied: "Ma Pian—the director of the performing arts department, he wants to ask you to help him shoot a short film. I asked you, and there are only two shots. I will take you there to ask about the specific situation, and then we It's up to you to decide whether to help him or not."

Zhuang Lin nodded.

Ai Lang took Zhuang Lin to the studio. The studio was already stuffy, and the shooting got stuck at the last shot. No matter if it was a photographer or an actor, everyone felt that their hearts were not going well. Only Ma Pian still With a smile on his face, when he saw Zhuang Lin, he got up and greeted him kindly.

Ma Pian handed the script to Zhuang Lin, and the two scenes where the protagonist needed to show his face had short descriptions of hundreds of words in the script.

Taking advantage of Zhuang Lin's serious reading of the script, Ma Pian introduced Zhuang Lin's reason for coming to her partner, and comforted the primary school boy who played the leading role in a gentle and considerate manner.

The head of the film and television department was already on the verge of dying from the filming just now, and his heart was anxious, but he had to endure it, not only had to hold back, but also had to communicate with the actors in a friendly manner—after all, the junior also came out of good intentions. I will come over to help them with their homework, and I have no reason to lose my temper with others.

The director of the film and television department pushed his sweaty forehead to the top of his head with one hand irritably, and said, "Let him try the last scene directly."

After all, the last scene is the most important thing. If the last scene "clicks", there is no point in reshooting the opening scene for him.

Zhuang Lin directly flipped through the three pages of the script in the middle, and saw two descriptions with a big red cross on the last page.

Ai Lang leaned over to look, and asked Zhuang Lin in a low voice: "Is it difficult?"

Zhuang Lin shook his head slightly, and answered Ai Lang in the same low voice, "It's okay", and then turned his head to communicate with Ma Pian and the director of the film and television department.

Ellen stood by and listened bored. He casually took a can of yogurt from the pile of snacks on the table, stuck the sharpened end of the straw into the aluminum foil seal, and pulled out a chair to sit in the back, leisurely watching other people's work .

Zhuang Lin and Ma Pian were playing against each other, while the original protagonist and supporting role were standing at the door watching. The protagonist fanned the wind with a prop fan in his hand, although they were far away from Ailang, they couldn't hear clearly The content of the conversation, but Ailang can also imagine that this person must be feeling uncomfortable - if Zhuang Lin's performance is not good, he will have to bite the bullet and cry in front of the camera again. Just thinking about it is depressing enough That's right; but if... Zhuang Lin's acting is very good, and the few screen recordings of his embarrassing performance just now are still occupying the memory of the camera's memory card, it must be very embarrassing.

Ai Lang sucked on a straw and drank yogurt. He raised his head and saw Zhuang Lin standing in front of the green cloth. The director of the film and television department was checking the camera position and was about to start shooting.

Zhuang Lin stood in front of the camera, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, brewing emotions.

Ai Lang got up and followed Ma Pian to stand behind the camera.

The SLR was fixed on a tripod, and it was slowly and steadily moved upwards. As the camera panned from Zhuang Lin's abdomen to his face, the head of the film and television department who was in charge of reminding Zhuang Lin had already held his high-raised hands in half. fist.

Zhuang Lin's face appeared in the camera, his eyes looked straight at the camera, his expression was a little blank, one second, two seconds, three seconds, suddenly——his eyes didn't blink, his eyes were dull, but a tear fell from his eye socket , trickling down his cheeks.

Zhuang Lin moved, he blinked his eyes, his eyelashes were stained with tears and wet into locks.

Only then did he belatedly realize that he was crying, his eyes dropped to the ground, bewildered, and then he raised his eyes to look at the camera in a panic, and when he faced the camera again, there were tears in his eyes Like a spring...

"Snapped!"

Ailang was fascinated by watching it, and was slammed by the head of the film and television department, and he came back to his senses with a "snap".

"Pass!"

This shout of uncontrollable joy instantly dispelled the low pressure that had accumulated in the studio for most of the night, and everyone had a smile on their faces—whether everyone laughed sincerely or not, but at least it proved that The atmosphere of the scene needs to be attended with a smile.

The lady in charge of logistics handed Zhuang Lin a tissue to wipe his tears, and the director of the film and television department immediately became more motivated, urging the supporting actors to take their positions, and decided to take advantage of the victory to pursue, and quickly cooperated with Zhuang Lin to film the first scene.

Zhuang Lin gently pressed his eye sockets with a tissue to let his eyes return to their natural state as soon as possible. While reading the script seriously, he obediently turned his head to the side to listen to the director of the film and television department, the chief director of the film and television department, explain the plot arrangement to him.

Standing beside Ma Pian, Ai Lang watched as Ma Pian brought up the video he had just shot, and replayed the process of Zhuang Lin crying.

Ai Lang sucked on the straw and said with a smile: "Tsk tsk, this man is so good-looking, he can even cry so beautifully! Hey, lie, after you go back, pack and send me all the shots taken by Zhuang Lin , When you guys let me know when the movie is released, I will immediately go to your dormitory to watch the full version."

When Ai Lang thought that such a beautiful shot of Zhuang Lin would be posted on the Internet, watched by a group of people sitting behind the computer who didn't know his true face, and might even be downloaded in their network disk or gallery, he felt all over. After a while, even the action of sucking the straw subconsciously turned into biting the straw.

Ma Pian responded with an "um", and looked at the LCD screen silently, Zhuang Lin on the screen was also looking at him, and then there was the scene of crying.

Ma Pian raised her head and glanced at Zhuang Lin outside the screen. The man listened carefully to the head of the film and television department, with a humble, gentle and polite attitude, and a warm smile.

Ma Pian took one more look at Zhuang Lin, and Ai Lang touched his arm, and asked, "What are you doing, you are a married man, don't change your mind easily."

"..."

Ma Pian turned her head to look at Ai Lang, met Ai Lang's eyes with "persuasion" and implied "warning", sighed helplessly, lowered her head and continued to watch the replay of the video, and said, "You should also have some time, don't talk to me." He came too close..."

Ellen bit the straw and asked puzzledly, "Huh? What's the matter?"

Ai Lang looked innocent, wondering whether to tell Ma Pian, but in fact, they have... a negative distance: D

Looking at Zhuang Lin's face on the screen, Ma Pian said softly, "He's so good at acting..."

Hearing this, AI Lang gave a snort, nodded in agreement and said, "I agree with this."

Ai Lang felt inexplicably proud - maybe Ma Pian couldn't guess that Zhuang Lin was a good baby who blushed easily and wanted to hold hands when sleeping.