You made me a superstar

Chapter 298
After a brief hustle and bustle, the auditorium returned to a moment of calm.

The screen went dark for a few seconds, then came back on again.

Jiang Ge was sitting in the guest seat, looking slightly at Cao Bangguo next to him.

Cao Bangguo's eyes stared at the dim screen, and from time to time flashed a trace of depth, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

I don't know if it's his illusion, but he feels that Cao Bangguo has treated him a lot colder recently.

Carefully recalling all the things that happened when we met today, it seems that there is no difference from before.

Greetings as always, familiar smiles, kind voices...

I must have thought too much.

Django shook his head, looked at the screen, and stopped thinking about it.

Django actually had no expectations for the movie "The Grandmaster"...

At the earliest time, the relevant departments actually approached Cao Bangguo to discuss the filming of "The Grand Master".

At that time, "Hero" was a big hit and sold well overseas, and martial arts movies seemed to usher in a second spring. The relevant departments naturally wanted to make persistent efforts and come up with a co-produced martial arts film from the two sides of the Taiwan Strait.

The idea is very good, and the idea is also very good, but Cao Bangguo shook his head and refused when he heard the martial arts movie without saying a word.

Not only Cao Bangguo refused, but even Shen Changwei, the director of "Heroes", refused without hesitation.

From the glory of Hong Kong Island movies in the 80s to the desolation, there have been hundreds of Chinese martial arts movies, large and small.

Revenge, family hatred, counterattack, the rise of the idiot...

In the past few decades, Huaxia directors have filmed all the routines that my martial arts movies can shoot dozens of times.

Cao Bangguo is unwilling to...

"Hero" is on the rise, and if I make another martial arts movie, if the box office is not as high as "Hero", isn't this admitting that I am not as good as Shen Changwei?

Shen Changwei was even more unwilling. "Hero" exhausted his energy, and there was no way to surpass "Hero" in the next filming. Wouldn't it be ridiculous to do the same routine?

The choice of left and right finally fell on the director of Hong Kong Island, Huang Jiacheng.

"Boom!"

Just when Django was expressionless, he suddenly heard a big drum sound coming from the big dark screen!

Deep and thick, as if it came from outside the sky, it slammed into people's hearts.

The dark screen began to light up gradually, and under the dim light, there seemed to be a figure from behind.

The figure picked up the drumstick and slammed it against the big drum again.

"Boom!"

The dull drum sounded again, majestic and majestic, exaggerating endless chill, a gust of wind on the screen blew the banner, and the words "Defend the Home and the Country" on the banner fluttered with the wind, setting off the vast setting sun...

The screen gradually became clear, and the setting sun was like blood, sprinkled on the earth, as if stubbornly resisting the gradually falling night, unwilling to pass away.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Above the sky, the sunset glows.

Under the sky, the waves beat against the rocks, surging like horns, and the sparkling sea surface was set against the red clouds, as if blood-stained.

Under the setting sun, the back of the drummer was muscular, with layers of scars on his body. He looked like a horrifying but imposing rainbow. Every beat seemed to pour out all the strength in his body.

The camera zoomed in again, the muscular figure was beating the big drum more and more frequently, and the sound was like thunder.
The strong and powerful drum rhythm, from slow to fast, bursts of frequent urging, the magnificent momentum, inspiring...

Accompanied by the sound of the drum, the sound of the pipa follows, and the sound of the pipa reflects the big drum. When the speed is fully grasped, it sometimes slows down and sometimes gets faster.

"Pride in the face of ten thousand waves
Hot blood like the red sun

Bravery is like iron and bone is like fine steel..."

The song is on!

The high-pitched and explosive sound reverberated throughout the auditorium. During the singing, the camera moved down to the beach by the sea. On the vast land like the blood-stained sky, a group of strong young men with their upper body shirtless stood between the sea and the sky. , punching Hong Fist neatly, every punch is vigorous and full of explosive power!
The figure from behind continued to beat the big drum, his muscles trembling with the beat of the drum, and the veins on his neck under the camera were bulging and sweating profusely.

"Wow!"

"My God!"

"This, this, my blood boils, this is Zhou Yang's voice, Zhou Yang's voice!"

"The person who beats the drums must be Zhou Yang!"

"..."

There was a very inappropriate scream from the rear position, and then realizing something was wrong, several girls covered their mouths excitedly.

They stared at the screen closely, their blood boiled with excitement, and they also felt mixed feelings. There was a sparkle in their eye sockets, and their whole bodies trembled with excitement.

Django looked cold.

He was very disgusted with this kind of superficial fan, looked at the screen, and even hummed softly unconsciously.

Screen camera switch.

"The guts are like iron and the bones are like fine steel

The mind is a hundred thousand feet long
I work hard to be a good man..."

Under the heroic and majestic singing, the screen changed, and the protagonist Huo Yuanjie was sitting by the train window, making the setting sun shine, his face calm and indifferent, like a master.

only……

For some reason, an indescribable sense of loss flashed through the hearts of the excited girls in the back row.

..............................

The background of the movie "The Grand Master" is exactly the same as that of "Huang Feihong: A Man Should Be Self-Reliant" in the original world.

They are all based on the background after the signing of the "Treaty of Shimonoseki" between China and Japan in 1895.

Although Huang Jiacheng is very unreliable when making movies, he will always do something very speechless for no reason, but the standard of the movies he makes is very high.

There is no cliché rise of little people, no revenge, and no so-called poor boy marrying Bai Fumei to counterattack...

After the hot-blooded theme song, a gust of wind and sand blew past, and after the wind and sand landed, a devastated Chinese land appeared in front of all movie fans, causing the originally high-pitched emotions to fall to the bottom in an instant.

Every director has a director's characteristic.

Wang Shuai is good at photographing the sorrows of small people, but the lens feels more like a documentary...

Christian is good at shooting emotions in desperate situations. The camera is full of tension, and he can feel the struggle across the screen.

And Huang Jiacheng is good at picture rendering, whether it is a bloody picture or a low and sad picture, he can easily grasp it.

off screen.

The dilapidated and chaotic streets, the addicted to gambling and opium, and the drunken people stared numbly at the White Lotus Sect who walked around in white and shouted: "The lifeless mother saves the world".

It is like a scroll of paper, depicting all kinds of living beings, and even depicting the unbearable and humiliating years of mourning the country.

The screen flickered, illuminating An Zhibin's indifferent face.

His mood suddenly became a little heavy.

I just feel that there is a breath in my chest, and I can't express it no matter how I express it, I feel very uncomfortable.

He has seen many movies, but he has to admit that the scenes in this movie really touched him.

on the screen.

Those sad and numb scenes gradually dimmed with the background sound.

The quaint plaque with the words "Chaotian Guan" loomed in the darkness, and then gradually sank into the darkness.

In the brief darkness, a candle light lit up, and the flickering candle light reflected a strange face, and then the light dimmed again.

"Heaven for the Jade Emperor"

"On the ground for Hades"

"I have a white lotus in my heart..."

The shuddering Tong Yao's voice sounded, and in Tong Yao's voice, a lantern lit up in the darkness.

A little girl was walking in the darkness holding a lantern, like the whispering ghost in a horror movie, step by step sinking into the infinite darkness again.

When the light of the screen was turned on again, lanterns lit up the entire screen.

The camera pans slowly, and turns to a copper furnace, where the flames are burning fiercely, burning more and more vigorously...

"Wusheng old mother sat down in the Nine Palaces and set up a dharma altar in Chaotian Temple to show the power of my magic skills and carry forward the power of my teachings!"

On the edge of Tonglu, a corner of an altar was exposed under the moonlight. On the altar, the Buddha statue was horrifying, like a ghost of Jiuyou.

In the void, one after another spells were scattered, and in the corner of the altar, there were bloody foreigners lying in a pool of blood. Their bodies were covered with various spells. Their expressions were painful and they kept twitching. It was obvious that they were not completely dead.

In the center of the altar, in front of the hideous statue, sat a young man cross-legged.

The young man was holding the flaming talisman, his fingers were trembling, as if possessed by an evil spirit, and he was chanting words, "The great disciple of Wusheng mother came to the world to save all living beings" and "Magic skills protect the body and are invincible in the world."

Immediately afterwards, he seemed to be possessed by something, doing all kinds of weird movements without warning, and then those whispered nonsense became lighter and lighter...

When all the audience thought that his practice was over, he let out a loud roar, put his feet on the ground, stood up from the altar as if he had been injected with chicken blood, waved his robe, and stared at the screen with a murderous look on his face, indirectly Twitching uncontrollably like an epilepsy, the words in his mouth became louder, and finally he jumped down from the altar and punched a set of majestic Taizu Changquan...

"The White Lotus Comes to the World!"

"All peoples submit!"

"Pursue sentient beings!"

"Divine body protection!"

There were bursts of roars, and the audience stared at the crazy figure on the screen...

The girls in the back row stared in disbelief at that familiar yet unfamiliar face.

Almost at the same time, such a thought appeared in their minds!
he!
Is it Zhou Yang?

Immediately afterwards, the picture freezes on the little girl holding the lantern, and the little girl suddenly smiles strangely at the camera...

The camera freezes on that weird smile, slowly escaping into the endless darkness.

In front of the screen, the girls trembled violently!
this movie...

It can't be a ghost movie, can it?

The thought came to their minds again.

........................

"Using his acting skills like a madman, he explained very well what is the way of troubled times. There must be evildoers, especially the shuddering smile of the little girl at the end, which is creepy!"

Baliming muttered to himself.

Then, in the notebook that I carried with me, I wrote down such a paragraph.

Huang Jiacheng, who was sitting in the main seat, looked at the frightened fans around him.

He grinned.

That weird smile at the end was suggested by Zhou Yang.

In order to capture this chilling feeling, they took more than 100 consecutive shots before finally taking the most penetrating shot.

this moment……

Coupled with Zhou Yang's epileptic and convulsive acting skills, the "evil" is vividly rendered, which is simply perfect!
　There is only one update today, and I only got one chapter after being bored all day, I feel dizzy and forced to write it... I dare not set up a FLAG, but I will work hard tomorrow!
　　
　
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