Arriving at the living room, a large tent was placed near the balcony.
This tent was bought by Liu Tianxian and built by Fang Yi himself.
One day, they slept under here all night and agreed to watch the sunrise together. Xianyu Liu liked to sleep in, but that day she woke up before the hour, woke Fang Yi up too, and sat there
Stare from the balcony until the red sun rises.
"This is our camping trip, Fang Yi!"
Although Fang Yi felt that Xianyu Liu was messing around, when he saw the sunshine, he couldn't help but feel a little warm in his heart. The two of them pulled the curtain and had a friendly conversation there, and their relationship deepened.
few.
But I really can’t get excited today.
Following Liu Tianxian's instructions, Fang Yi turned off all the lights. She said, "Are the curtains drawn? Close the curtains as well."
So he closed the curtains again.
Now the living room is really pitch black, like a black hole, without a trace of light.
"Fang Yi, I strung the lamp beads on the tent last time, but I didn't have time to test them. I really want to see if I succeeded. Fang Yi, can you take a photo for me?"
Fang Yi groped in the dark to find the Laoshizi lamp beads. It had been a long time since he had encountered such a task that didn't require any thinking. His heart gradually became empty and he followed Xianyu Liu's instructions mechanically.
It took two minutes and I finally found a line at the bottom of the tent against the wall.
"What now?" Fang Yi asked Liu Tianxian.
"Of course, turn on the lights."
Fang Yi quickly turned on the lights in the living room and sent a photo to Liu Tianxian. The strange thing was that it took almost half a minute after she sent it to her before she realized, "I asked you to turn on the lights in the tent, not the lights in the living room."
She muttered, "I know you must be feeling bad today. You are completely absent-minded."
"You know it too?"
"Let me guess... If something happens to the crew, you will probably blame yourself; besides, didn't you have dinner with that family? The news was on the TV station and everywhere on the Internet..."
"What's on the news?"
"You are said to be approachable, so approachable... If you ask me, you are indeed approachable. Compared with the directors I have met, Fang Yi, you are much better."
Fang Yi sighed, "Am I worse than others? It's obviously a bad thing, but China Film's involvement makes it a happy funeral."
He turned off the light in the living room, then felt for the line in the dark, found the switch, and pressed it.
Warm yellow light instantly filled the entire living room.
These cheap lamp beads, which cost two yuan each, are strung together to produce such a beautiful effect. Because the surrounding area is dark, it really looks like a camping trip in the forest. Travelers spent a lot of effort to find it.
In the safe house, the curtains not far away swayed in the dim light, like the curtain before the transition of a drama, waiting for someone to open it.
Fang Yi did open the curtains, and some stars could be seen faintly outside, twinkling next to the moon.
He stared blankly, his heart gradually becoming quieter. He turned around and walked around the tent until he asked on the other end of the phone:
"Fang Yi, look beautiful!"
"good."
"If you praise me more, I won't make you lose your weight!"
"I'll take a picture of you now and send it to you later."
"No."
"Don't you want to see it?"
"I have more time to see, so I might as well keep it and see it with my own eyes... I let you take pictures because I don't want you to be naughty and stay in bed doing nothing and then say you're done."
Perhaps knowing that Fang Yi was in a bad mood, she was more lively than usual. Fang Yi smiled and said, "You really know me."
"I know you have a lot of time - now there is another task, help me, you go to the top of the tent, I left something for you."
Fang Yi unzipped the tent and got in. He saw a piece of paper stuck on the thin top. He tore it off and looked at it carefully under the dim light. It turned out that it was a drawing of a sun. Liu Tianxian carefully I traced the edges with watercolor pens, giving the edge of the sun a halo effect, as if it were wrapped in a circle.
There was no answer for a long time.
From his reaction, Liu Tianxian probably guessed that Fang Yi had indeed seen it and did not rush him.
Fang Yi was lying in the tent, looking at the painting in trance.
He didn't know whether the phone was hung up or not. He completely forgot about it and slowly closed his eyes... However, in the haze, he heard the sound of the door opening.
Since Fang Yi started acting, his hearing has become sharper than before. When he opened his eyes, the person who came was of course Liu Tianxian.
She stopped her footsteps, put the things she brought with her on the table, held her breath, and wanted to surprise others. Fang Yi happily cooperated with her and pretended to be deaf to satisfy her need to create romance.
The familiar face was pressed against his chest, and the hair was scattered randomly on the flesh of his arms, itching. Fang Yi squinted, but he saw a pair of beautiful round eyes.
"So you're awake. You lied to me!"
"This is good-natured deception."
"I knew I couldn't hide it from you - I originally drew this thing and planned to see it together sometime. I didn't expect that I had to use it ahead of time when you were in a bad mood."
She asked, "How is the effect?"
"good."
"Is this just good? Fang Yi! Still so duplicitous!"
She blew on Fang Yi's neck and teased him for a while, making Fang Yi finally laugh, and then persuaded him, "Although it happened to your crew, it has nothing to do with you after all, and no one wants it to happen." , Xiaofang, Xiaofang, do you know?"
"Of course I understand the truth, but it's uncomfortable to think about it... There was a program called Shadow Puppetry at the opening ceremony of the Olympic Games that year. It is said that more than a thousand active soldiers rehearsed for a whole year. However, about ten days before the opening ceremony, Zhang Yimou Tell the organizer of the shadow puppet show, 'Considering the final duration and the effect of the TV broadcast, your program cannot be broadcast'..."
Liu Tianxian said, "Then these people must be very sad."
"What do you think? It is said that the dignified army cadres cried on the spot and begged Zhang Yimou if he could give him a chance... When it really didn't work out, the news was given to the more than a thousand soldiers, and they all shed tears... Although once
It was agreed from the beginning that someone wanted to go up and someone wanted to go down, but when it really happened, like Zhang Yimou, I couldn't say it out loud, but I had to say it out."
Liu Tianxian pressed his forehead against him, "That's why you all have become great directors, Fang Yi. It's because you feel uneasy about the fate of ordinary people that you can make movies that ordinary people like, instead of being so arrogant."
"Can you still explain it this way?"
She used a lot of strength to ride on Fang Yi, "Let's think about it now."
Then he showed him what he had brought this time. "No! I always do what I say!"
It's a white down jacket.
——As early as 330 AD, nuns in the monastery invented a white down jacket in order to be more flexible in nursing work. By the 1760s, the famous British nurse and statistician Nightingale
In order to treat the wounded on the battlefield, the down jacket was created as a professional clothing, based on the principle of "clean, neat and easy to clean". Since then, down jackets in various countries have been similar.
White clothes, white skirts, white collars, white sleeves, white shoes, white socks, as well as white down jackets and hats, and the hem of the down jacket skirt must be 10 inches above the ground.
Soon the lights in the house went out and it was dark. The two of them were camping here.uuReadingwww.uukanshu.com After this layer of curtains, look at the starry sky again:
From time to time, one or two stars pierce the Milky Way, or streak into the darkness, with red or white light tails, light or stiff, falling straight or sweeping, sometimes moving, trembling, giving the sky a
Some turbulence of light and heat, giving the darkness some flickering explosions...
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Under the same night sky, some media people were still working hard to finish the manuscript. Hao Bing wrote a long article without losing a small amount of hair. At the end, he wrote emotionally:
"Perhaps Director Fang is also traveling in his own movie world. Wonderful shots and techniques attract him more than all the beautiful things in the world. It is precisely because of this persistence and concentration that he has been able to work in a relatively short period of time.
Time contributes to a different and wonderful answer sheet.”
"Every time you come home late, someone will light up the light for you, and movies are the light in Director Fang's heart, making him never feel lost. He is a self-satisfied genius, a perpetual motion machine with endless inspiration, and he will always
Maintain high energy at work without needing help from others.”
"Chinese films in the future cannot lose Fang Yi, just like the West cannot lose xxxx."
Hao Bing read the entire article and was satisfied. After checking it several times to make sure there were no typos, he sent the article to Fang Yi for review.
Biographies like this usually have to be reviewed by the celebrity himself before they can be published.
However, Hao Bing waited for a long time with red eyes and still didn't wait. He put down his pen and admitted defeat, "As expected of Director Fang, he probably edited the movie in his own editing room all night long... It is said that Leonardo da Vinci only slept four or five hours a day. How could I
How can I compete with such a genius in terms of energy?"
Since he had waited for so long, he finally read his manuscript again, polished it a few times for Guo Fan, and left with satisfaction.
