My language is the anchor

The outdoor shooting location is in a deep mountain camping area [-] kilometers away from the urban area. Since it is a travel special, the photography team rented the camping area for half a month, and rented a small wooden house with a river view as the main studio for the main shooting background.

The cabin has a warm English country style. The white wooden house is decorated with emerald green floral wallpaper, white with small flowers, a traditional large wooden cabinet, full of bottles and cans, and a large fireplace as the background. Han Wu sits on a picture of English On the woodcut-style bench, there is a cup of tea in front of the table, introducing the holiday attractions leisurely.

After being on camera, Han Wuyu was unexpectedly on camera and unexpectedly natural. He achieved the first onetake in his life in the first location shooting. He took five consecutive shots with very few mistakes. He was awarded by the producer Liang Brother's praise also made him switch to travel shows.

"Travel host, of course, is not as famous as an anchor, but it's easier, you can work while having fun, how about it? Come under Brother Liang, Brother Liang will cover you." Brother Liang, whose real name is Liang Biao, is well-known in the production industry, but I have been nesting in STV as a small producer.

Han Wuyu is not an introvert who can deal with the conversation, he squeaked and lost the fluent broadcast just now, blushing and didn't know what to do.

"Brother Liang, it's okay to grab newcomers, but don't grab our future anchor." Zhao Xicheng walked towards them and said something.

Han Wuyu nodded to him, and secretly let out a breath.

Zhao Xicheng dismissed him and asked him to review the draft. He talked to Liang Yan for a few more words, and after smoking a cigarette, he went to Han Wuyu who was sitting in the location car to guide the next shooting.

"Next time, you can say this passage in your own words."

"I change it myself?"

"It's like... the reader broke down during the live broadcast, what should you do?"

"Follow the news, impromptu broadcast?"

"That's right. Usually impromptu broadcasts, the anchor's personal characteristics will be fully displayed, but usually the broadcast is not good, just waiting to be affected by the ratings."

Han Wuyu was stunned: "Being shocked by the ratings... Uncle, have you ever been shocked?"

Zhao Xicheng gave him an angry look: "Of course, not."

After listening to Han Wuyu, he felt even more stressed. He looked at the manuscript on the tablet, exhaled, and lowered his head to try to revise it in his own tone.

Zhao Xicheng leaned against the car door: "Have you collected coffee points from the supermarket?" He asked without beginning or end.

Han Wuyu looked at him blankly and shook his head.

Zhao Xicheng drew a square with his finger: "It is to buy coffee. The points on the coffee cups are collected on a piece of paper, and can be exchanged for gifts when the points are full."

"Huh? Uncle, do you want it?" Han Wuyu turned around and took his own coffee, and tore off the points for him.

Zhao Xicheng clicked his tongue and stuck the points on his forehead: "Why do I want this!" He added: "I want to tell you that not everyone can take a onetake. In the past, when I was an intern, once I achieved a onetake, it would be like a set. Order the same, write it down, complete ten times, and give yourself a big gift.”

Han Wuyu burst out laughing suddenly, saw Zhao Xicheng's face flushed slightly, and after giving himself a white look, he quickly stopped talking, biting his lips that were holding back his laughter.

Zhao Xicheng tore off the sticker on his forehead and pasted it on his tablet: "I'll give you a gift if you collect ten times."

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, but fortunately, the atmosphere wasn't too stiff.

Han Wuyu looked at him in surprise, and he relaxed after listening to him encourage himself so that he could retreat to the background earlier.

"Supermarkets will give gifts as soon as the collection reaches eight o'clock..." He replied in a low voice.

Zhao Xicheng was stunned for a moment, and patted his head: "If there is any more noise, it will be twelve o'clock."

Posted the points in Han Wuyu and muttered softly, "Ten is ten."

Zhao Xicheng patted his head again, feeling as usual without the embarrassment before, parallel lines are still parallel lines, after exhaling, he took another look at him, walked to the camera to confirm the shooting, and confirmed with Liang Yan with the storyboard At that time, Zhang Pinwei also joined, and the three of them held a small impromptu meeting, intending to let Hanwu language support the next broadcast.

Liang Yan also has a consensus. In this world, the weak are prey to the strong. Hanwu language can be smooth sailing, either relying on skill or flattery. If neither of these two things are true, it means that the royal relatives and relatives should not be offended. The two people in front of them both intend to promote Hanwu language and let him develop freely. Nor would he be foolish enough to vote against it.

Zhang Pinwei changed a few scenes casually: "The manuscript part will trouble you again."

Zhao Xicheng bowed his head and recorded: "Okay. There is the part A2 ahead, do you want to retake it?"

"No. I want to edit that part after A6, let me shoot one more section, and make it a special feature."

"Understood. I'll give you the extra script later."

"Thanks."

Liang Yan couldn't get in a word, he couldn't even understand, watching Zhang Pinwei leave, he pushed Zhao Xicheng with his elbow.

"Shoot one more section, how long is one section, what is the script, have you talked about it before?"

Zhao Xicheng shook his head, pressed the tablet, and wrote a draft: "No. I'm used to it. If the guy asks more at this time, he will be impatient. Anyway, give him the draft first, and he will know how long a section will take. gone."

He smiled and conveyed Liang Yan's admiration, because only he knew the embarrassment between them.

Men are not workaholics, but only when they are working can they not care about too small injuries and emotions.

The afternoon shooting started. He stood behind the camera assistant and stared at the screen. He stretched out his hand to adjust the distance, and framed the screen in front of the Korean language.

"A close-up shot?" the photo assistant asked.

Zhao Xicheng paused, nodded, glanced at the screen and then walked to another machine. He stood behind and looked at the side camera, and asked the camera assistant to pull out two kinds of lenses, near and far away, because the camera assistant couldn't reach him. At the request, he reached out to take the camera and took a shot.

Near and far away.

This is the distance between him and Hanwu language.

When he realized this, he zoomed in on the camera again, lowered the angle of the camera, and shot from bottom to top, capturing Hanwuyu's side chin and high nose bridge. He stopped to adjust the distance and looked at Hanwuyu like this.

"Anchor, you have captured all the advantages of the Korean anchor." After the camera assistant took the camera, he was amazed: "This kind of Korean anchor is very energetic, not the same as the usual shyness."

Zhao Xicheng smiled lightly and did not respond. The Hanwu language in his eyes was not timid at all, and he moved forward bravely after knowing the goal.

Contrary to myself.

He turned around and walked to the next machine, but saw Zhang Pinwei looking at him. He didn't say much, and stopped beside him, standing by the camera, looking at the screen after Zhang Pinwei adjusted the lens.

Close-up, of course close-up.

The characteristics of the left half of the Hanwu language were shot from the same angle, and his broadcast added points, highlighting his personal characteristics, but the distance was ambiguous, and the charm of the Hanwu language blinking and speaking was captured.

"When will we break up?"

"It's not your turn." Zhang Pinwei didn't look at him, and followed the words.

"I hate you very much." Zhao Xicheng didn't even look at him.

There is a kind of person who easily captures the feeling he wants to shoot, focuses his hard work and uses many photography skills, and the works become third-rate works, and his efforts are instantly reduced to zero, because of his so-called talent , and Zhang Pinwei is a nasty guy who beat himself to pieces in photography and zeroed his efforts.

"I'm fine." Zhang Pinwei still looked at the camera: "I've never cared about my defeated opponents."

Zhao Xicheng paused for a few seconds, chuckled, and after Zhang Pinwei laughed, his face lost the seriousness just now, but the two of them seemed to have a tacit understanding, and they were silent, and if they spoke again, it was business, but you would ask me and I would answer, and they were silent again .

Men are careless, after arguing on business, they can eat and chat casually the next second.However, men are also slender at the same time, and slenderness cannot tolerate emotional concessions.

After finishing work, the two turned in the same direction. Zhao Xicheng got into his location car. He had to rush back to the studio to host the evening news at [-] o'clock. For the special report, Liang Yan said that he was fine and took the same car with the two of them, and went back to the studio first.Along the way, Zhao Xicheng didn't say anything. After reading the Korean script next to him, he covered the tablet to let him rest.

"Want to ruin your eyesight? Put it away."

"Oh……"

"It's not too late."

"understood."

Liang Po was in the front seat yesterday, half-turning his head and laughing out loud: "If you say you are brothers, everyone will believe it, the relationship is very good."

"Not such a stupid brother."

Han Wuyu laughed dryly, lowered his head in embarrassment, there was too much confusion in the smile, holding the briefcase, slowly turned his head and looked out the window.

Zhao Xicheng looked at the reflection on the window, took a look, and then turned his head to look out the window.He remembered that some people said that they were like brothers before, and he nervously replied "he is my younger brother". After saying it, he saw Han Wuyu's hurt expression and regretted it.

Who will kiss my brother.

He asked the same question again, but he still didn't say what he wanted to say.

Some regrets, hidden in my heart for a lifetime, thinking that time will dilute, but in some familiar occasions, I will jump out again and kick myself.

Arriving at the company while thinking about it, he changed into formal clothes, hung up the headset, and walked into the studio. He passed through the secret door of the studio and watched the travel special in Korean. He spoke clearly and cheerfully, much better than yesterday.

He turned around to go back to the shed, turned on the headset, and heard Brother Wang's heavy voice, telling everyone to calm down, and briefly explained the content of the instant news.

Zhao Xicheng stopped and walked back to the studio, and ran back to the next studio. He watched Han Wuyu with red eyes, and clearly broadcast word by word. When Brother Wang said that it was over 2 minutes early, he saw him tear off the headset, and desperately He rushed out of the studio and rushed out of the company.

He took the new press release and walked back to the anchor station. The atmosphere in the studio was dignified, and he was also in chaos looking at the draft.

On the expressway, the gravel truck overturned and crashed into the STV camera car. Three people died and three were seriously injured. Zhang Pinwei's name was one of them.

Zhao Xicheng looked towards the editorial room on the second floor. Bai Ningxia was standing at the stairs, looking at him, and a sound came from the headset.

"My words, the whole broadcast is over. You can too."

Zhao Xicheng was silent for a while, then nodded: "Understood."

He clasped trembling hands, the camera assistant shouted the countdown, raised his head and resumed professionalism, and broadcast the accident.

***

On the long corridor filled with disinfectant, Han Wuyu sat alone on a chair. He was kicked out as a gossip reporter, and could only sit in the corridor on an unknown floor and wait for news.

"Hanwu language." Zhao Xicheng called out anxiously.

He looked up and saw Zhao Xicheng and Bai Ningxia, his lips began to tremble with grievance.

"I finally found you." Bai Ningxia heaved a sigh of relief.

Many knots, in this accident, don't seem to be that important.

Han Wuyu choked up, tears rolled in his eyes, he looked up at the two of them, choked up again: "They...they said that I am not a family member, so I can't go in, and that I am a reporter."

"Damn it." Zhao Xicheng cursed, crawling through his hair.

Bai Ningxia looked at him, he seemed to be able to understand the pain in Hanwu language, the former self might not understand, and even had a little luck to stay out of it, but the present self has the urge to cry along with it.

He reached out to embrace Han Wuyu, standing and hugging him who was sitting.

Han Wuyu lowered his head, leaned his forehead against his abdomen, and wept after blinking.

"I... woo... No matter what I do... I won't be a family member..." Weeping uncontrollably, he trembled his shoulders slightly.

Zhao Xicheng listened, turned his head away, his eyes were red, and his heart was extremely heavy. After a while, he stretched out his hand to rub his head.

"You are stupid." He choked up and said again: "No one would kiss and go to bed with family members. You are family members, but you will be family members after you get married. Are you married?"

Han Wuyu looked up at him and shook his head with tears in his eyes.

Zhao Xicheng's eyes were also flushed: "Have you fucked him? Have you looked at his ass?"

Han Wuyu kept crying and nodded.

Zhao Xicheng hummed: "We must be responsible for him! Mr. Han!"

Han Wuyu was stunned for a moment, then let out a cry.

Zhao Xicheng laughed forcefully: "Speak clearly, speak clearly."

Han Wuyu cried and said, "Zhang Pinwei...you marry me, okay..."

He cried heartbroken and helplessly, on the long white corridor of the hospital, holding Bai Ningxia, weeping uncontrollably.