After the performance, everyone chatted and cleaned up the scene. Xie Lan and Dou Shengyi dismantled sixteen sets of cameras, lenses, cameras, and tripods, and installed two trolley boxes.

1. The pedestrian was carrying things toward the school gate, and Xie Lan carried the violin on her back, thinking about buying a cup of milk tea.

He wants the oolong tea base, full sugar, cheese cream, sprinkle cocoa powder, and the one called "Chang'an".

Dou Sheng suddenly muttered from the side: "I plan to buy a cup of milk tea. I haven't drunk Chang'an for a long time."

"!"

Xie Lan turned his head and stared at him, his pupils trembled slightly.

Dou Sheng subconsciously touched his face, "What's wrong?"

Xie Lan said blankly: "No..."

Is Dou Sheng good at reading his mind?

He learned about a mysterious witchcraft association in British schools, and the members claimed that they could read their minds.

Xie Lan paused, abandoned the distracting thoughts, and tried to think in his heart: Dou Sheng is sick.

He thought about it three times and glanced at him secretly.

Dou Sheng smiled and said, "I know what you are thinking. Do you think the chords just now were very tacitly coordinated?"

“…”

Xie Lan returned to a blank expression: "Yeah, I praise you."

When he walked to the entrance of the milk tea shop, Chen Ge said, "Let's go first."

Everyone's chatting stopped, Dai You patted his shoulder, "Let's go together, brother, I haven't had dinner together for a long time."

"There is still something at home." Chen Ge did not move.

The girls didn't say anything, no one advised them, but no one nodded. After only two seconds, Dou Sheng raised his head from the screen of his phone and said carelessly: "Ah, bye."

Chen Ge glanced at him and turned around and left.

When he passed by Dou Sheng and Xie Lan, he stopped and said to Dou Sheng: "Do you give me the money? Give me as much as others."

Dou Sheng curled his lips, "I'll give it to you? Everyone has 20,000 or 30,000 yuan, and you can still bully you if you are not in Class 4? What are you doing? If you don't believe it, ask them."

"Ah..." Liu Yixuan looked at Dou Shengyi with a look of looking at a ghost, "Yes, he did say that he would give at most 30,000."

Chen Ge frowned, as if he was a little inaccurate. After a while, he waved his hand impatiently?, "Whatever you want."

The moment he passed by, Xie Lan found that there was a thick foundation on the corner of his mouth, and there was a shallow bruise under the foundation that was not completely covered.

Dou Sheng waited for him to walk away before sighing, "At least, I know to cover up the wounds on my face and change my clothes to come on camera."

Dai You looked worried, "What is he doing now? Being a thug? Why do you have new injuries every time you see him?"

"Who knows." Dou Sheng withdrew his gaze from the alley where Chen Ge's figure disappeared and said indifferently: "Don't worry about him."

After dinner, he hurriedly sent his goods home. When he rushed back to school, he just stepped on the evening study bell. Dou Sheng pressed the table and flew into the seat. Before his butt landed, he had already turned on the tablet and was about to transfer the material from the memory card to the hard drive.

Xie Lan couldn't help asking, "As for this? Is it so urgent?"

Dou Sheng whispered, "It must be uploaded before tomorrow morning, otherwise the popularity will be snatched by the screen recording, and you will have no data."

He paused and asked again, "Are you the main creator? Can you use FinalCutPro or PR?"

Both FCP and PR are editing software, and Xie Lan can use both, but he was stunned at Dou Sheng for a while, and always felt that what he said just now was a bit strange.

It seems like it is obviously a question, but it doesn't sound like an inquiry, and it's more like confirming a fact that Dou Sheng had known for a long time.

Xie Lan couldn't figure it out, so he could only nod and said, "I can do both of these. Go back to the dormitory and lend me your computer?"

"It's too late to go back to the dormitory." Dou Sheng said immediately, "You can sort out the evening self-study first and list the shots you want to splice. After you go back, we will divide the work."

Xie Lanyi was confused, "Why did you suddenly become like this? So you are motivated?"

Dou Sheng sighed, "For the first time, my personal creator, Xie Lan, of course, you have to use your ambition to the knife!"

Blade?

Xie Lan looked at him with a comprehension. So, he said oh.

The sixteen cameras have complete twenty-minute materials. Although the amount is large, fortunately they are all fixed perspectives and the timelines are easy to align.

Xie Lan returned to the dormitory and started directly from three panoramic cameras, watching while cutting them. Dou Sheng looked at the list he compiled in the evening study, went to other materials to find the shots he wanted to splice, and directly took out the minutes where the clip was.

It was noisy outside the corridor, but the small room was very quiet, with only the sound of the computer hard drive running and the mouse clicking.

Dou Sheng said, "No. 4, 2 minutes 15 seconds 22 to 19 seconds 18, close-up of the side of the chinchilla lute position."

"Um."

"Actually, I think 2 points and 12 can be used. After the wind blows, the pipa plucks the strings very well."

"good."

Xie Lan casually typed what Dou Sheng said in the memo in the upper right corner of the screen, lit the timeline with the mouse, and skillfully pressed the shortcut keys with his left hand.

He actually hadn't cut a video for a long time. He thought it would be awkward, such as multi-layer cutting, time magnifying glass, translation timeline... If he asked him what the shortcut key was, he really couldn't remember it, but this? How to use it? He could do it on the keyboard and would have subconscious actions, and there was no need to think at all, as if those instructions had been printed into DNA.

The first song "The Totoro" was edited for nearly two hours, and Dai You and Wang Gou both came back from the dormitory study room. Xie Lan was afraid of disturbing their sleep, so he and Dou Sheng were sneaking out of the dormitory with equipment in their arms.

Before leaving the door, Dou Sheng grabbed a chocolate in the cabinet, took apart a piece and handed it to Xie Lan, "This is a video-cutting tool, it's a must-have for all night. Have you finished cutting the chinchilla?"

Xie Lan sucked the rich sweetness in her mouth and said no.

"Have the subtitles and audio tracks been right?"

Xie Lan swallowed the chocolate before saying, "I said that I will definitely include these after cutting it."

Dou Sheng sighed and smiled, "It's only been one or a half hours, your efficiency is a bit high."

When Xie Lan heard this, he just glanced at him and said nothing.

In fact, it is not only him who is efficient, but also Dou Sheng. Xie Lan also spent money to ask his classmates to find materials for him before, but the timelines that laymen draw are always wrong. Only after cutting them out can I find that it is not the shot he wants at all, and it is even completely unrelated, which makes people feel overwhelmed.

But Dou Sheng and him may have a certain aesthetic understanding, or the common professionalism of millions of fans and bloggers. Dou Sheng found it very accurately and can be accurate to milliseconds. Each clip is directly cut with the time parameters feedback from Dou Sheng. It just happened to be the part that Xie Lan wanted in his mind, and it was not bad at all.

The cooperative experience is so silky and comfortable.

It will be eleven o'clock, and the second-year high school students go to bed early and several houses are in darkness.

Dou Sheng and Xie Lan moved the stool to the stairwell to continue their livers. The voice-controlled light went out once every few seconds. Dou Sheng looked down at the material. When the light went out, he let out a soft nod, making the light light turn on again.

That low voice always makes Xie Lan temporarily escape from the thoughts of the video clip for a second. He clearly didn't think about anything, but he just cared about that voice. It was not the kind of concern that was quarrel, but an indescribable sense of existence.

Yu Guangli, Dou Sheng's slender hand stroked around the screen, and every move was full of that kind of presence.

The time in the lower right corner of the computer changed from 23:59 to 00:00. In an instant, Xie Lan just pressed the save button to save the completed second song.

Then, the computer screen went black out of control.

"Fuck!!!"

Dou Shengyi, who was just looking at him, screamed in surprise, suddenly bounced up from the stool, ran up several steps, and turned around and stared at Xie Lan who was sitting in the same place and hugging the computer.

Xie Lan was stunned: "Do you have any brain disease?"

"Did you see the time? At one o'clock? The computer went black in an instant." Dou Sheng moved his Adam's apple, "Don't you think it's very strange? At midnight, hundreds of ghosts are traveling."

“??”

Xie Lan's face was very smelly, "I only saw one? A coward."

He paused and added: "The cowardly kind of coward who is as timid as bean."

Dou Sheng tskated and put his hand in his pocket, "Look at what's going on with the screen."

Xie Lan has been checking. There is a sound in the computer, and the host is obviously still working, but the screen is not lit. He pressed ctrls to save, shut down and restarted, and there is a startup sound, but the screen is still pitch black.

Dou Sheng jumped down from the steps in three or two steps, and snapped the computer on, "Liaoliang, you'll lose the link at the critical moment."

Xie Lan asked subconsciously: "What should I do?"

"What can I do? I can only use it as an external host. I have to find a display."

Xie Lan was confused, "Where can I find the display screen?"

...

If I had known that Dou Sheng had said "finding a display screen" was to come to an Internet cafe, Xie Lan would not agree at all. Domestic regular Internet cafes restrict minors, but Dou Sheng brought him to the house without caring about it, with mixed personnel and extremely poor environment.

It was already midnight, and the men playing games in the Internet cafe were still shouting and killing the sky. The smell of takeaway was filled with the smell of nicotine coming from the smoking area even in the non-smoking area.

Xie Lan sat down in the cracked leather computer chair, looking at the slag falling on her jeans, and began to autism.

The old man behind him hit the keyboard, "The top laner's mother raises pigs in her mind, I'm so fucking!!!"

Dou Sheng whispered, "Where you hear no words, don't learn anything."

Xie Lan looked at him faintly, "Thank you for reminding me."

Dou Sheng couldn't help but laugh, "When did I learn it, it's so sarcastic."

Oh.

Xie Lan sneered, connected the computer to the screen of the Internet cafe and barely started the operation.
To be continued...