Little Slag Rebirth

What Mu Lianxia didn't expect was that their work really won an award—the third prize.Mu Lianxia was very surprised by this result, why didn't he know when the public's aesthetics became thunderous and bloody... What surprised him even more was Zhou Xin's reaction, the president raised his eyebrows after hearing the result , I can't see any excitement or joy, but it seems a little uncomfortable.

Mu Lianxia thought to herself, Auntie, you didn't go for the first prize, did you?Although a soldier who doesn't want to be a general is not a good soldier, at least you should give him a reaction if he wins an award. The third prize is not a Chinese cabbage, okay...

A lot of people came to this award ceremony. Seeing Mu Lianxia's puzzled look, the thick glasses next to him told him that there would be a show of works after the award ceremony, and the first three works would be shown in the screening hall.Hearing this, Mu Lianxia glanced at Zhou Xin's position, and motioned for thick glasses, "Do you think our president will go to see it?"

Thick glasses scratched his head, "Yes."

As they were talking, the president over there turned his head and looked over, with a very bright smile on his face, "Of course, I want to see, I want to see what the top two of their evaluations are like, can they compare my work?" Compare it!"

Mu Lianxia silently looked away and held her brother's hand, senior sister Zhou Xin, you didn't smile when you won the award, but is it really okay to laugh now...

The order of the screenings is based on the ranking. Mu Lianxia thinks this is not very scientific. You said that you put No.1 at the very beginning, and then the two after that can still be confused?

Each work takes about an hour, with a break of 10 to [-] minutes in between. After watching the second part, Mu Lianxia felt her shoulders were stiff.A pair of slender and strong palms covered the young man's shoulders with a familiar temperature and gently kneaded. The man whispered in his ear, "Are you tired, Lian Xia?"

The boy leaned against the man with all his strength, "Sleepy."

Closing his eyes, Mu Lianxia thought about the two works that were screened just now. No.1 is about a story of an urban hero, while No.2 is calling for the protection of endangered animals. Mu Lianxia has never seen the last of their club Zhou Xin’s works are obviously higher than the top two in terms of technology. If you want to say why they are ranked third, except for the president’s Apart from the fact that the script is too novel, maybe their intention is not "noble" enough?

It was already four o'clock in the afternoon, and it was almost time for dinner. Mu Lianxia twisted her neck and inadvertently glanced at the crowd sitting behind, and couldn't help but be taken aback—there were still many people in the screening hall.The boy subconsciously looked at the president sitting beside him...

Eh, what about people?

The thick glasses pushed the glasses on his nose that were about to fall off, and whispered in his ear: "Do you know why we are put at the end? These people are too cunning, and they only gave us the third prize for the finale... ..."

"Finale?" Surprised that Mu Lianxia's voice was a bit loud, even Mu Xiangqiu next to him looked over.

Seeing this, the thick glasses smiled triumphantly, and continued: "Our popularity on the Internet is the highest..."

Mu Lianxia looked at the thick glasses suspiciously, what's next?

At this time, the thick glasses had already nestled peacefully in his seat and waited for a while for the screening. He touched his neck secretly with one hand, and still felt a little cold. Cough, Mu Lianxia's brother's gaze was too terrifying. Didn't do anything to offend him.

"Lianxia, ​​I'm looking forward to it." The warm breath swept past his ears, and the young man blushed immediately, and only then did he realize that it was their work that was going to be played later.It's one thing to shoot, but it's always weird for him to sit in a screening room and watch what he shoots.

Moreover, I still watch it with my brother... As long as I think about it, the boy can't sit still.

There was a warm and cool feeling on the hot cheek, "Lian Xia, is it hot?" Feeling that the temperature under his hand seemed to rise a bit, the man put his lips on the young man's forehead worriedly, "Have a fever?"

Facing the surprised gaze of the thick glasses, Mu Lianxia wished to find a box to put himself in - although the two of them had always gotten along like this, and they didn't feel anything at home, but the gaze of the thick glasses made him suddenly realize that there was something wrong with him. There were other people, and it was as if a ball of thatch was stuffed in his heart, embarrassed and at a loss, and a little anxious.

Pulling a little distance away from the man, the young man secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "Brother, I don't have a fever... Maybe it's because it's stuffy and hot here." He said and stood up, "...I'll go outside to get some air."

The young man's footsteps were in a hurry, Mu Xiangqiu glanced at the direction in which the young man was leaving, and slowly retracted the hand he extended just now.

The young man in the corner tilted his head slightly, and the silver-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose reflected the changing light with his movements. In the dim environment, the gentle face was blurred, and the expression under the light and shadow could not be seen clearly. .

Outside the auditorium

Mu Lianxia's footsteps walking towards the window suddenly stopped - he saw Zhou Xin.

The president leaned against the window sill, holding a cigarette gracefully between her thin white fingers. Behind her was the bright and clean window, from which one could see the vast sky and the long trajectory left by the plane.

The boy paused, then walked over to take away the cigarette, "It's not good for girls to smoke." Thinking of my brother, I can't help but have a headache, why both of you like this kind of thing...

Being alone was interrupted, and Zhou Xin was a little dazed. After a while, she raised the corners of her lips, and suddenly rubbed the boy's head, "...It doesn't matter whether it's big or small, I want to call the president."

He hid for a while, but he was still rubbed straight, the boy curled his lips in displeasure, this is the genuine "Master President", the melancholy young man pretending to be literary and artistic just now is obviously his hallucination!

"That..." Thinking like this in his heart, Mu Lianxia felt that he should say something. Although their president is unreliable and occasionally spits fire, he can see how much Zhou Xin has paid for this competition. In his eyes - the third prize... maybe in Zhou Xin's eyes, it really is a Chinese cabbage.

Zhou Xin was amused by Mu Lianxia's appearance, "Primary school boy, if you don't tell me, I'm afraid you will suffocate yourself to death."

Hearing this, the young man's big amber eyes widened. He really shouldn't have imagined that this person would have a fragile and sensitive heart!

He took out a cigarette, thought about it, and put it back. The president looked at the boy's hair blowing with satisfaction, and felt very comforted, and even his mood improved a lot.Well, sure enough, if I base my misfortune on someone more unfortunate, I will feel much better.

"You want to say that it would be nice if our work won the third prize, don't you?" Zhou Xin's tone sounded calm.

This is what you said yourself and has nothing to do with me - such information was revealed in the boy's eyes.

Zhou Xin was not angry, and tapped the window frame with his fingers, and the clear sound of metal echoed in the corridor, "Tell me, how is my movie worse than theirs?"

Really let me say?Mu Lianxia took a deep breath, and said with the courage to face death as home: "Their intentions are more..."

"Noble?" Zhou Xin sneered, "Okay, that counts, what else?"

"They don't have that much gossip." After saying this, Mu Lianxia felt comfortable all over her body. God knows how long he has been holding back these words. Senior sister, don't you really know how exciting the plot you wrote? blood...

"Heh," Zhou Xin's smile was a little unclear, "I'm bloody, I did it on purpose."

"You..." Mu Lianxia has read Zhou Xin's script for the editor, and knows that if the president wants to write it, he can write a wonderful story that is not bloody. To be honest, I just read the first two. A famous work, the handling is not so perfect, if it is an advantage, it should be due to the two points of high intention and orthodox plot.

"Do you think that kind of movie is a good movie?" Zhou Xin didn't wait for Mu Lianxia's answer, and continued, "There are a lot of movies like that, ten out of ten are like them."

"Yes, they have lofty intentions, but would you watch this kind of movie?"

"Do you still remember what I told you the day I gave you the script?" Mu Lianxia couldn't help but look at Zhou Xin.

"I said..." The president kindly explained his doubts, "I want this kind of effect, what do people want to see now? —— It's the slot, it's the hot spot, it's the spring of the previous moment In the next second, a tsunami strikes. No matter how cheating it is, blood is not enough to satisfy everyone's subtle and complex psychological needs."

Mu Lianxia remembered, but unlike that day, Zhou Xin's tone was calm, without the excitement and encouragement at that time, "But you still have to be deep and bloody enough to make the audience cry While complaining about the screenwriter and director, I still can’t stop watching it, and after watching it, I still have a feeling that I still have more to say."

"This is a good work. This...is my lifelong pursuit." Zhou Xin said what seemed to be a joke, but there was no hint of a joke in it. It was almost indifferently calm, and Faint but unshakable persistence.

"What I want to do is No.11 in there."

Mu Lianxia looked up, her heart trembled slightly, Zhou Xin...was serious.

"I want to tell everyone my thoughts, and I want to show my work to the world, but the first thing to do is to make people willing to listen and watch."

"Yes, I just like to spill blood. I just like plots that are cheating. Don't people like these things? Maybe they don't like them, but they will watch. This is human nature. Even if you watch it while complaining, you still watch it."

"Those regular things like plain boiled water, how many people will watch them when they are shot? Yes, your intentions are lofty, and what you want to express has a unique depth, but who nowadays has the thought to ponder your "plainness sees truth" '?"

"Dog blood is a sharp weapon when used well. It is vulgar and unbearably vulgar, but it can also catch people's attention, and who said that dog blood can't express high-mindedness and depth?"

"As long as the audience is willing to watch it, I can add what I really want to express in the movie."

"If there are more people watching, there will always be someone who understands."

"If you don't understand everything, you can see a little bit of it. There are a thousand Hamlets for a thousand readers. My movie is there, and the audience can see how much it is. That's not bad."

"Then..." Mu Lianxia said hesitantly, "What if no one understands?"

The president raised his eyebrows slantingly, and the third-year senior had a haughty and proud expression, "Do you think everyone is as dull as you?"

The boy sighed, but couldn't help laughing, he already knew the answer of the president.Stubborn and proud, with a bad temper, tsk, senior sister Zhou Xin, how will you mess around in that circle in the future.

But Mu Lianxia knew that she would not give up, even if she insisted on a "bloody" road.

Uh, no, I still have to laugh when I think about it... The boy controlled the expression on his face and asked Zhou Xin, "Why don't you go in and see your work?"

Seeing her shaking her head, Mu Lianxia didn't insist and went in by herself.

"Tch, what am I talking about to a hairy boy..." He picked up the cigarette again, paused for two seconds, and threw the cigarette in his hand into the trash can, "Oh, go back to sleep, the dark circles under my eyes have come out during this time... ..."

The author has something to say: "The president and her dog blood" article:

Feng Xin: "Why do I feel that the President is a bit hard in this chapter..."

Lulu's sister "anger": "The president is always wise and mighty and can't be desecrated! Even if you are so helpless to use dog blood to attract the audience, you can't use such a stupid word as "hard work" to describe it! "

Feng Xin: "Then change to another one?"

Sister Lulu: "... I'm going to try my luck?"

Feng Xin: "This word is more bitter than "bitter"..."