You made me a superstar

Chapter 347 Transformation Again
Zhou Yang was actually a little anxious.

It's something that's never been there, never been anxious even at the lowest point.

Most of our anxiety comes from outside sources.

Money, fame, desire, reprimand, pressure...

However, Zhou Yang's anxiety stemmed from the uneasiness deep in his heart.

I don’t know if it’s the relationship between being gradually assimilated after staying in this world for a long time, Zhou Yang always has scenes in the original world like Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly, and a butterfly dreaming of Zhuang Zhou.

More importantly, he found that some people, some things in that world, and even some pictures that should have been clearly remembered began to become more and more blurred.

He felt that his memory was fading, and one day, he would not be able to remember everything in the original world.

Although this kind of thing has been thought about and prepared for a long time, Zhou Yang has an uncontrollable sense of anxiety that the things that live and live are gradually taken away, and eventually become nothing.

then……

He tried his best to write down the things in his mind, no matter what the incomplete melody was, he would write it down, and when his level improved, he would slowly try to fill it in...

then……

He studies desperately, learns everything, learns all content, and wants to continue to build up those things that are safe and secure, so that he can be reborn.

But many things are haste makes waste. Zhou Yang's operation of counterproductive growth is tantamount to plunged himself into the abyss, and finally lost in the vast darkness.

Wang Shuai, Huang Jiacheng, Christian, James Bond...

Every director has his specialty. Zhou Yang learned from them. At first, he thought it was good, and the content he shot was very effective, but gradually, Zhou Yang realized something was wrong.

For the same shot, different directors have completely different effects and ideas. Zhou Yang sat in front of the camera and shot a lot of scenes, but the more he shot, the more he felt that it was not right.

June [-]th.

The crew of "Infernal Affairs" was finally overwhelmed, and filming was temporarily suspended.

Everyone's emotions were wrong, even Liu Hua was tortured to the point of suffering.

Zhou Yang knew that he had to stop and couldn't shoot anymore.

After announcing that the crew would take a day off, Zhou Yang left the crew. The moment he left the crew, Zhou Yang heard bursts of cheers.

He was taken aback for a moment, then smiled wryly, realizing that if he continued in this state, he would not get better, only worse.

Everyone is very depressed.

In fact, he was also depressed.

"What the hell is a movie?"

"What is acting?"

Strolling on the streets of Hong Kong Island, Zhou Yang silently watched the streets and alleys with people coming and going, and suddenly thought of this question.

He began to think, thinking about every director he met with different personalities, every director's shooting techniques, and the ideas instilled in the film.

His thoughts gradually spread out, and the things learned by the people he met over the years, including the contents of James Bunter's notebook, are emerging one by one...

His mind became very confused, and he felt that the concept of film became extremely complicated, and then he thought of various arts.

Lens art, film art, realistic art, music art, performance art...

Art itself cannot be defined, it can be very small, it can be very popular, it can be noble or vulgar to the core.

He became dazed, mentally exhausted, and his head hurt when he thought about these things. The more he thought about it, the more he found that he couldn't understand anything.

Walking and walking, I arrived at the crew of "Night Walker" before I knew it.

The crew of "Night Walker" was very high-pitched, surrounded by countless reporters. When Zhou Yang came to the side of a big rock, Jiang Ge just walked out of the crew. His face was full of confident smiles. a shining star.

"It is estimated that the filming of this movie will be completed next month!"

"This movie is aimed at Hollywood's July movie "The Silent World"..."

Zhou Yang looked at Jiang Ge who was talking and laughing happily in front of the reporter, and listened with pricked ears.

Jiang Ge always looks confident in front of the media, and his words are full of contagion, which is easy to convince people. Even though Zhou Yang thinks Jiang Ge is hypocritical, he still thinks his mentality is awesome.

Listening to him, he found that Django started to chat about the artistic content of this "Night Walker". He said that the artistic content of this movie is very high, not to say that it is comparable to "Overlord", but it is not far behind.

Zhou Yang squeezed into the crowd unconsciously, wanting to listen carefully to Django's high-spirited speeches.

In fact...

He found Jiang Ge's high-spirited speeches really fascinating, and even the word "language art" popped up in Zhou Yang's mind.

"Director Jiang, what is an artistic component?"

"Director Jiang, can you tell me how you made this movie?"

"..."

Listening, Zhou Yang seemed to understand something, and unconsciously followed the media to ask Jiang Ge about art.

Django talked and laughed happily at first, but after vaguely hearing a familiar voice and inexplicably seeing a familiar figure, he even felt that he had misread it.

He shook his head violently.

Impossible, impossible, it is impossible for Zhou Yang to come here!
"Director Jiang, can you talk about film art?"

"Director Jiang, what do you think is a movie?"

Django suddenly shuddered and stared at the figure sharply.

His smile froze slightly.

That's Zhou Yang!

Definitely Zhou Yang!
What is he doing here?
Is he here to humiliate me, or is he here to mess things up?
"It's Zhou Yang!"

"Oh my god, it's really Zhou Yang!"

"My god, Zhou Yang is in Director Jiang's crew?"

"Wow!"

"He's going to run!"

"Quick, catch up, I heard that he seems to have driven John Williams crazy!"

"real or fake?"

"Zhou Yang, can you talk about the matter between you and John Williams? I remember that Director Django Jiang seems to have invited John Williams to arrange the music for "Nightwalker", right?"

"..."

Crazy voices suddenly erupted from the crowd, followed by...

Jiang Ge found that the press conference that should belong to his home court suddenly became chaotic, no one listened to him, and everyone seemed to be looking for Zhou Yang.

His face gradually turned into a liver color, and his anger even made him want to tear Zhou Yang to pieces.

He asked me what art means?
Are you questioning my art or the artistic elements in my films?
He thinks he understands art?
........................

evening.

Zhou Yang returned to the crew.

He didn't study as usual or meet anyone, but closed his eyes and lay down on the bed.

"Zhou Yang, are you okay?"

"I'm fine..."

"It's fine, I just came to Hong Kong Island for a business trip, so I stopped by to see you..."

"Mr. An, I...it's not convenient right now."

"what happened?"

"I can't figure out some problems..."

"what is the problem?"

"Don't know what to say, I might need to take a break, I'm a little tired."

The phone rang and it was An Xiao calling.

Zhou Yang, who didn't know how to reject people, shook his head for the first time and refused to meet An Xiao.

over the phone...

An Xiao was silent for a moment, then sighed: "Zhou Yang, I think you need to do a proper subtraction."

"What subtraction?" Zhou Yang asked.

"You carry a heavy shell on your body, moving forward like a snail, and you keep adding things to the shell. You can't bear that much, and you will fall down sooner or later..." An Xiao's voice was concerned, but very gentle.

Zhou Yang was silent.

"Recently, you have learned too much, it's too complicated, and... you seem to be reading art books. I'm not saying that art books are bad, I just simply think that you will walk into a dead end, can't you figure it out now? The art of cinema, or the art of photography?"

"Mr. An, how do you know..." Zhou Yang was taken aback for a moment, then a little startled.

"Zhou Yang, you have been to Cannes. I wonder if you have paid attention to the first movie "The Train Into the Hole" in human history?"

"Yes, I remember." Zhou Yang nodded.

"From your current point of view, does it count as art?"

Zhou Yang was stunned, not knowing what to answer for a while.

It seems to be art. After all, everyone has a very high evaluation of this movie. Some people say that it is the greatest work of an era, but it seems to be just a video, a simple video.

"In other words, if you make a movie that is exactly the same as "The Train Into the Hole" and you take it to Cannes, will you win an award?" An Xiao subconsciously asked again after hearing Zhou Yang's silence.

"No..." Zhou Yang replied.

He seemed to touch something.

"Yes, not only won't you be awarded, but you will be laughed at instead. After all, such a simple work can be shot by a child who can play with a mobile phone... How can the people in Cannes award this work?" An Xiao said, with a hint of smile.

"Mr. An, what do you mean..." Zhou Yang suddenly felt that An Xiao's words were very pleasant, like fairy music, which inspired him greatly.

His originally chaotic heart instantly became a little clear!
"The so-called art is the concept given by some people to something, that's all... To really think about what is art and how to shoot it, this is completely false. You just need to express what you want to express through movies. Just come out... When you were filming "Mine Bottom", did you ever think about the so-called art?"

"No..." Zhou Yang shook his head.

"However, "Mine Bottom" is indeed an excellent work. There is no good camera, no good actors, but it was still filmed by you..."

"Mr. An, in fact, most of "Mine Bottom" is directed by Feng..."

"Don't be influenced by some people's remarks. I have seen you all the way. You don't need to prove anything to anyone..."

Zhou Yang opened his mouth.

Obviously he is in Hong Kong Island and An Xiao is in the mainland, but An Xiao seems to know a lot of things, even her own thoughts.

How did she do it?
Just when Zhou Yang was in a daze, he heard a knock on the door.

He shuddered.

"Open the door, I'll bring you something... I hope it can help you."

"what?"

Zhou Yang looked at the door subconsciously.

When he opened the door, he saw a tall figure looking at him tenderly...

(End of this chapter)