The piano that Chen Guilin made for Xiaoyuan with cardboard is quite good.

It's just a bit tempting. Now I've practiced some introductory songs, and my mouth can still keep up.

If you learn Liszt in the future, you can simply change your career and do ventriloquism in the future.

So he plans to make a new piano.

With the sound of the whistling train, he blew some fish and gave it to the only technician, Mr. Wang.

Either fool or make connections, they finally formed a team.

Chen Guilin's group are some scattered soldiers and wandering warriors.

Using this word may be a bit polite to them.

My second brother-in-law is timid and afraid of trouble. Old Liu is timid. Fattou is a gangster who is interrupted by someone playing mahjong, and Kuaishou is a labor reform criminal.

Brother Ji was an owner who had consigned the land to dig waste steel on the surface, but he was also a little unclean in secret.

This team appears to be mixed, but it is a true portrayal of that society.

Under the tide of laid-offs, there are frustrations, downs and outs, rises, and Wang Kangmei, who is keen on cuckolding.

Wan Qian liked the scene of wearing a hat very much, and in Ji Yun's expression like eating a fly, she saved another one.

"Boss, please stop laughing."

Zhang Meng looked at Wan Qian in the camera and persuaded helplessly.

"Okay, okay, I'll try to hold it back." Wan Qian rubbed her face, trying to regain her emotions, but when she saw Ji Yun's resentful face opposite, she couldn't control her expression.

"No, I can't help it."

"Then this one is over?" Zhang Meng shouted tentatively.

Responding to him was Ji Yun's warning eyes.

If Wan Qian continues to develop like this, sooner or later becomes the pioneer of Gongba.

"Ahem, I'm the director, I have the final say. The two actors performed very well in this scene just now. After that, we won't shoot it."

"It's not interesting."

Wan Qian pouted, kissed Ji Yun, and jumped to find Xu Jiao to play.

"Boss, how are you?"

Ji Yun touched the kissed location and said seriously: "What else can you do? It's not really green."

Zhang Meng laughed secretly, you didn't look as relaxed as you were now.

"I don't mean that. Our movie is about to be finished. You have a lot of experience. How much box office can our drama get?"

Ji Yun lit a cigarette, "The problem now is whether the audience is willing to come in, not whether they can keep it."

The stone in Zhang Meng's chest fell down, Ji Yun confirmed the movie from the side.

He was also afraid. Liu Qing invested so much. If he didn't meet other people's expectations, he would be young if he couldn't come back for the New Year.

"Then how much do you think the promotional funding for this movie is appropriate?"

Ji Yun glanced at him and asked back, "How much did you spend?"

"I have used 8 million now, and I guess I have to use 5 million after the film is finished."

Ji Yun threw away the cigarette butts that were half burned and stepped on it to the toes: "Then there are still 27 million left, and you can invest it all in. Let's play a big game this time."

......

According to the Snyder metronome, the movie can be divided into about 15 copies.

The scene to be filmed now is the "Soul Night" in it.

The soul night is also a process of transformation, mainly to show pain, transformation and rebirth in all aspects. The pain in the spiritual world is best to make the audience cry with you.

But Zhang Meng didn't promote this.

Although the lines of this movie are humorous, it still follows a path of depression and staleness. He adheres to the idea of ​​being happy but not lustful and sad but not hurt.

The audience felt a sense of depression and felt uncomfortable when they looked, but they were not as good as crying.

Brother Ji was caught in the bureau, Shuxian cheated on him, and the team fell apart.

Xiaoyuan also turned against his ex-wife. Even if the piano is really made, it will be useless.

With the filming, Ji Yun's understanding of the movie became more and more profound. The character of Chen Guilin is not only a frustrated person who is standing still, but also a reflection of a generation.

The story is very bitter, but it makes you happy in the bitterness.

As mentioned earlier, Zhang Meng was uncovering his scars and showing the dripping blood to the audience without reservation.

However, as the story progresses, he is constantly using blood as paint and trying hard to depict flowers.

According to Qiao Shan's words, Chen Guilin is simply miserable.

But reality may be more helpless than movies.

In the empty factory, there is no longer the bustle of the past.

Ji Yun sat on the container, playing the accordion in his arms.

He understood a truth in his previous life that hard work may not necessarily lead to results, but he always has to give himself an explanation, even if it is just a handshake and reconciliation.

When he was trying hard to perform for the first time, he was filled with insults, although he felt sad, but more joy.

But when abuse spread into the sea and became an emotional trash can, he couldn't even say the three words I recognized.

He had the chance to come back, but Chen Guilin did not.

Ji Yun sat there alone, only his back could appear in the camera.

He wanted to straighten his back hard, but he felt countless burdens pressing on his back, making every breath he sighed.

Wan Qian stood in front of the door, and the khaki windbreaker fell into her sight.

Just a glance, she felt her nose felt a little sore.

Liang Chaowei had a pair of talking eyes, and you could read the word melancholy in it.

The same is true for Ji Yun’s back, full of loneliness.

The sense of faith, detailed portrayal, and the empty background all brought the externalization of Ji Yun's emotions to the extreme.

She took a deep breath and slowly walked to Ji Yun.

Sit down slowly, she was afraid that her rash actions would alarm the lonely poet beside her.

Smelling the familiar smell, Ji Yun put down the accordion, with a hint of relief in his mouth, and said softly: "I can marry you now."

Wan Qian didn't move at all, as if she was poked by a needle in her heart, and tears in her eyes continued to accumulate.

He raised his head slightly and looked at Ji Yun's side face.

I have been waiting for this sentence for a long time.

Zhang Meng's eyes were slightly red, and he couldn't help but be moved by their emotions.

But he still grabbed his trouser legs and murmured softly: "Don't cry, don't cry..."

The next scene is the climax of the whole drama, and tears are like a fuse. As long as Wan Qian cries, she will inspire the audience's emotions and cry together.

But the next scene is very different from the style of this scene, and it is easy to get out of the show when you cry.

Wan Qian leaned her head against Ji Yun's shoulder, like a small beast covered in bruises.

At this moment, all the controversy in Shuxian disappeared, and the two people who were keeping each other warmly finally met frankly after being disappointed.

With the last sound of the piano, the camera gradually faded away.

"Card."

With a sound of jam, Wan Qian's tears finally slowly fell.

In the blink of an eye, a stream formed, wetting Jiyun's clothes.

Ji Yun turned around, hugged her silently in his arms, stroked her hair, and comforted her silently.

If I don’t win the award, I will smash the award ceremony!
Chapter completed!