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After the Spring Festival, Manager Wu Dongwu of Qingyue Studio assigned an assistant to the two of them, whose job was... midwifery.To be precise, a certain two people are preparing to have their own child, and they need someone to take care of their daily chores.

This steady young man is called Xu Zhong. Wu Dong told him about Tan Yue's style preference and Cheng Hebai's regular temper tendencies all day. .

"Of course, if you accidentally step on a thunderbolt, it doesn't matter. They must have thicker skins than you. I'm afraid you can't stand it yourself." So, Wu Dong's mention of Xu Zhong was not to serve that person better. A pair of people, but for him not to be turned over by Lei.

The script of "Mountain" was fully completed, and Ling Qingyuan had a sweet sleep.Tan Yue stroked his hair and turned over to get up, tied up his pants, washed, washed and tidied up, and went to Ling Qingyuan's study.Seeing that he had already finished the script on his desk, he was transcribing two refreshing scripts day and night, one for the director and filming team and one for the actors and actresses.Both sets were handwritten by him, and Tan Yue touched his handwriting, just like the person who touched him.

Tan Yue went downstairs, and the new assistant, who didn't talk much, ordered him to be kind to him, just like the gentleman in "Around the World in Eighty Days", when the time came to make breakfast, it was within a second.The tasks given to him have always been as precise as those assigned to machines.Tan Yue thought that as long as he didn't go in a hot air balloon, he would be fine.

"What's the work arrangement for today?" Tan Yue sat at the edge of the dining table and poured himself a glass of cold boiled water.

"In the morning, I will discuss the script with Mr. Mu. If it goes well, we will hold a preparatory meeting in the afternoon and decide on the main creator."

The two didn't talk for a while, Ling Qingyuan came down, and he exchanged a belated good morning kiss with Tan Yue.Xu Zhong set the dinner plate for them without looking sideways.Ling Qingyuan also sat down to eat with a sleepy face.

Qingyue Media Studio occupies a precious piece of land in an office building in the urban area.As soon as the two arrived, before Tan Yue had time to make a few copies of the script, Mudli came with a tired face.

"You guys have a good time, can you let others have a good rest?" Mudli said that he had to take care of his youngest son, accompany his eldest son and serve his wife. In the later stage of "Under the Night Sky", they had to stare at each other. He had to be called out.

"Let's have a look." Ling Qingyuan didn't bother to talk to him, and directly put the script into his hands.

"Oh my god, another one who left our mother's body went well, let me take a look."

After Tan Yue listened, he quickly kicked the old bastard's shin with his foot.Ling Qingyuan pushed him to sit down and let him study in An Ansheng. In fact, Tan Yue didn't fully understand the script.

The story of "The Mountain" happened in the middle of the last century.The protagonist Fu Yan is a scientist who went to the United States to study for a Ph.D. in organic chemistry. Not long after he got his degree, he heard that the enemy was defeated and the country was founded, and there was a call for overseas intellectuals to build the country.Fu Yan was overjoyed and decided to bid farewell to his hometown and return to the motherland with his wife and children.

Fu Yan's return home was obstructed by the United States and detained by the colleges and universities studying abroad, but he overcame all difficulties and finally returned to the motherland after more than ten years of absence.In 36, at the age of [-], he was teaching in a prestigious school, teaching and educating people diligently, dedicating all his enthusiasm to students, scientific research and the land that was waiting to be built.

When it was released in [-], Fu Yan sincerely wrote that the division of majors in the Soviet Union should not be copied to adjust departments. There is no distinction between red and black in scientific research.He advocates learning from the world's advanced teaching experience and experimental methods.Starting from Yuejin in [-], he bluntly stated that it is not true that the yield per mu is [-] jin, and it is not feasible to cut wood and make steel with boilers all over the place.Not long after, the political situation changed. He was accused of adoring and longing for the black regime, and opposed the three red flags for being neither red nor dedicated.

In [-], when the policy was loosened, Fu Yan was able to return to the university because of proper reflection and good performance, and was downgraded to stay in office.Until [-], the land was once again in turmoil. He was criticized because of history, line, and ideological issues.Fu Yan did not live until the storm subsided.In the end, his son took over the rehabilitative materials about his father and a diary handed to him by his superiors.Tomb-sweeping day, grave-sweepers feel sad.

In the three-act play, each act has a small climax, which progresses layer by layer until the final magnificent apex.The story is in reverse order, with the mourning of his son Fu Si as a clue, and the time unfolds from far to near.Mu Deli smacked his lips intently, wanting to complain as usual, when he looked up and saw Tan Yue hugging Ling Qingyuan.

Mudli shrugged his shoulders and turned his tongue, and the original praise became: "Hiss, it's offensive."

Ling Qingyuan patted Tan Yue on the back comfortingly.Tan Yue let go of his hands slowly, and stroked the side of his face: "I can tell it's your style at a glance, and the spring and autumn are full of sadness."

Ling Qingyuan looked at Tan Yue with an expression of whether he was willing to act or not.Mudli coughed twice, expressing his hope to get to the point quickly: "Thanks to someone, the team you are familiar with is here. Needless to say, someone is here for the production and production. In addition, there are coordinators, photographers, directors, etc. It’s beautiful, and it’s ready to use. But I think the actors are a bit overwhelmed. The age span of the characters ranges from 30 to 60. I have to find older actors who are more bookish and correct.”

Mudli stated that Tan can only play the role of a 30-year-old talking and laughing in the prime of life, but not Fu Yan, who has seen the vicissitudes of life and experienced torture. Although the body is decaying and the spirit is immortal, the taste of sadness comes from it.

Tan Yue took a deep breath, smiled and stood up straight: "I am willing to play the role of Fu Yan in "The Mountain". Editor Mu, Director Ling, give me a chance."

He's a man standing straight up and doing business, so handsome.Looking at his appearance, hearing his address, Ling Qingyuan was still a little shocked when he saw it in his eyes and engraved it in his heart.But Mouldli said with a whimper, "In addition to selling rot, you two usually use each other's acting skills. Can you tell me something that will help you talk about what you love?"

"We can't find a vegetable bag. We can't just open the back door if you are a family member or a financial sponsor for no reason. Otherwise, how can you control the filming. Qingyuan, why don't you come up with a mirror."

Tan Yue gave Mu Deli a white look, but he didn't object.

Ling Qingyuan scratched his hair, always felt that the tone of the bad friend seemed very familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere.Seeing that Tan Yue had no objection to being assessed, he decided to ask a question, not only to enjoy himself, but also to embarrass him: "After closing the cowshed, I went to the boiler room to fetch water for cleaning myself."

Tan Yue knew that what Ling Qingyuan said was in [-], after Fu Yan was classified as the five black monsters and bourgeois reactionary academic authorities, he was imprisoned in the bullpen by the young general.In the cowshed, this professor who was always neatly dressed on the podium and looked dignified did not take a bath for ten days and a half months. He had no choice but to take a small basin to the boiler room to seep water and barely wipe himself.

Tan Yue thought that Fu Yan was 50 years old at that time. He broke his leg in the labor camp a few years ago, and he was already unable to walk properly, and then he was beaten severely.Tan Yue bowed, pretending to hold up an enamel basin, bent over and never straightened up again, his right leg took small steps normally, and his left leg dragged as if it wouldn't bend, every time he took a step, his right leg would Draw a small circle from the side.After strenuously walking a few meters, he bowed his waist and raised his head, awkwardly as if he was looking at the boiler. The steam was very hot, and there were condensed water droplets rolling down the boiler wall like raindrops.

Fu Yan was delighted, a few drops of water made him like rain after a long drought.He put the basin under the stove, still bowed like a hunchback, raised his head, lowered his head, raised his head, lowered his head, like counting the drops of water.After staying for a while, the water filled most of the basin, and Fu Yan struggled to pick up the basin and hugged it to his chest.Still with joy on his face, he shuffled his feet, taking care not to spill a drop of water, and walked back slowly.

This is a small fragment, a ray of warm color in the cruel background.To take a bath and wipe oneself is a simple but luxurious wish for the old professor.And the wish came true.

Mu Deli asked how Ling Qingyuan was doing.Ling Qingyuan nodded bluntly and said yes.Mudli looked resentful and disliked his previous high standards and strict requirements, but now he was discounted by Tan Yuequan: "I don't want you to be so emotional and turn your elbows inward. Where is your critical eye for looking at ugly things?"

Back then Ling Qingyuan was nitpicking, he could pick out sand from a bowl of porridge, and there was no room for a little flaw in his eyes.Mudli didn't move, but smiled inwardly.That's right, this guy has eaten the world's fireworks once, and he should be persistent and lenient, and he is not so stubborn.

Ling Qingyuan didn't pay attention to Mu Deli's careful thought of overt derogation and secret praise, and was serious and down-to-earth: "I think his acting is good. There are still some areas that need to be improved, and the details have to be polished with sandpaper after entering the group."

Seeing Tan Yue approaching, Ling Qingyuan stood up and took two steps towards him: "If I want to use you, I have to make an agreement with you first."

Tan Yue listened to Ling Qingyuan's so-called three chapters with a serious face: "The crew has to listen to me even if you invest. When the director and the crew have disagreements, don't be biased. Well, and...don't force me."

When Ling Qingyuan said the last one, his face was a little red, and he felt a family scandal.After hearing this, Mudli burst out laughing. If he stayed here any longer, he would be blind, deaf and ignorant, so he patted his buttocks and said, "It's none of my business, I'll go first."

Ling Qingyuan put a high hat on him regardless of his wishes: "Shut up, assistant director." Mu Deli vomited three liters of blood and turned his head with a squeak, his face was so sad that he was about to cry, he was unwilling.Also reluctant was Tan Yue.

"I'm such a young...director, I'm on the set, um." Ling Qingyuan hinted euphemistically in a begging tone that you all understand.After all, Cheng Hebai is not the Ling Qingyuan who has already produced many works. He has to suppress many big-name actors and twist the entire crew into a rope, and he must have close comrades in arms to assist him.

"You just made an appointment with him for three chapters and turned around and asked me to be your assistant director. What do you think? Ling Qingyuan, you are stupid, have you lost your EQ?" Mudli gritted his teeth, and finally threw this complaint back into his stomach went.He was correct in his stance. He smiled openly at Tan Yue and said, "You still have to listen to Mr. Tan's opinion in selecting the main creative team. At most, I wrote a play, and I still drafted it. As an assistant director, I don't know Appropriate, right."

"..." Ling Qingyuan held Tan Yue's hand one by one with his fingers.The latter decided that in the future, when there is a conflict of opinion between the producer and the director, the producer and investor will keep silent and answer, and all problems will be resolved.

Mudli scolded this pair of dog and boy who couldn't figure it out in their hearts, and in the end, their external differences were always settled on the battlefield on the bed.In the end, Lao Mu was still forced by the director to attend the preparatory meeting together and assigned tasks.Not only the storyboard and shooting plan, but also props, costumes, make-up, location and scene setting, everything is complicated.

Ling Qingyuan left two or three months to do preliminary preparations. A sufficient preliminary period is even important for the entire production process of filming and production, accounting for 80.00% of the entire work.

After the shooting of "Under the Night Sky", Qingyue Studio has recruited a group of regular film shooting and production teams.Tan Yue and Mu Deli also had a heart, and gathered a lot of people who had partnered with Ling Qingyuan.For example, photographer Wang Qingfeng, main artist Du Ran, and coordinating props and so on.

Ling Qingyuan's dealings with them would be distorted in time and space, and he was a little uncertain.Tan Yue bit his ear and told him to come here as he wanted, showing the momentum that he had agreed with himself just now. Sooner or later, the director will have to see the truth with his team.

Also puzzled were Wang Qingfeng, Du Ran and others, who muttered in their hearts when they got the script, and muttered in their hearts when they saw the director.The most amazing thing is that the director sits in the middle, with Lao Mu, who is older than him, and Tan Yue, who is more senior than him, on both sides.

Wang Qingfeng muttered in his heart, could it be that Tan Yue used the resources of the studio to burn his own money to train his young lover who couldn't get along in the entertainment industry and was forced to transform.Hold.But the script, this script is not a script for training soldiers.

"This script was written by Lao Mu and I. Let's read it first, and ask questions if you have any questions. After reading it, we will assign the preparatory work." Ling Qingyuan said.

A few people shot like idiots - looked at Mudli several times, Mudli cleared his throat, and humbly stated that he was just a scrap, and the director contributed more to the script.Tan Yue saw that their plaster statues were very pitiful, and suggested that they ignore them and focus on the task at hand.Everyone went through the script again, and Ling Qingyuan wrote and drew while reading it, until everyone said that they understood the storyline.

"Old Wang, please take some of the scenes and throw them to Lao Du. Lao Du will conceive how to arrange each scene, and make some costumes and props from that era. Oh, by the way, Lao Wang and the director team will draw the points together. Mirror. After the split, please Li Tong come up with a shooting schedule."

Seeing that no one responded, Ling Qingyuan said strangely: "What's wrong, isn't it clear enough? This is only the first stage, and we will have to analyze it later."

"What's your name?"

"He Mucheng, Hebai with Baihe turned upside down. You can just call me Director Cheng. Oh, I haven't introduced you yet, my assistant director, Mu Deli, and the investors needless to say, the lead actor, Tan Yue."

Tan Yue heard Ling Qingyuan call his name, and the moment the two of them met their eyes, there was thunder and fire, and he really wanted to crush this young man into his chest.Listening to his confident voice standing in the director's position, he seems to be able to control the overall situation with ease.His posture is so calm and beautiful, Tan Yue's eyes are hot, and his heart is also hot. This moment, I have been waiting for too long...

After discussing the preparatory division of labor, everyone went back to their respective homes.Tan Yue pushed all the messy routine tasks such as fund accounting and supervision to Wu Dong for the studio to handle.Ling Qingyuan saw that it was natural for him to be idle, so he asked him to go and refresh his knowledge.

Fu Yan in the play has lived in the United States for 15 years, is familiar with Western culture and life, and is also a cellist.Of course, in the play, the cello caused the tragedy of the Fu family, and was later accused of being an ironclad proof of "corruption and degeneration of life".In addition, he is an excellent scientist, professor, and has a first-class research level in the subject field during his study abroad and teaching in the United States.

Because there were only a few scenes in the play, Ling Qingyuan asked Tan Yue to take tutoring.As for the violin, the bow technique must be correct.In addition, in the classroom teaching of organic chemistry, don't stand on the podium and read the lecture notes. If you can't keep silent, the molecular formula is too confusing. Go learn the knowledge quickly.Tan Yue felt that Ling Qingyuan underestimated him too much. In order to play the role well, he had already made up his mind.

Later, the Department of Chemistry of Taiping University had an additional audit student. Inorganic and organic polymers were not left behind even in the experimental class.This semester, the class in the Department of Chemistry was very popular. Every time there were people standing in the corridor outside the window, all the students posted photos with him on their social networking sites.The school presented Tan Yue with a special award, thanking him for his contribution to attendance by setting an example.When asked why he came to listen, Tan Yue answered very frankly:

"Enrich your spare time life. In order to keep your marriage fresh, you have to keep learning and improving to meet the standards of your lover."

In the evening Xu Zhong went to the cello music classroom to pick up Tan Yue home. The latter happily scrolled through Weibo in the car seat, and the last one was the one he had just edited and sent in the music classroom.

"In ancient times, there was the singing of the Xiaoao Jianghu's qin and flute, but now there are pianos and violins in harmony."

Before I had time to count the comments and reposts, a private message popped up on the client terminal, from the quietly followed WeChat friend "Rampaging Little Nvgu": "Sister-in-law, your show of affection that swipes the screen is simply frightening. Most of the trolls have already The seven orifices are bleeding, ammunition and food are gone. The stinky potatoes, which are not too big to watch, are almost rolled. But there are still some stubborn hostile elements, stronger than pea shooters."

Tan Yue turned her hand back: "Stubborn confrontation between the enemy and ourselves is a fundamental ideological difference, which cannot be resolved on the surface." After pondering for a moment, Tan Yue smiled and typed a line of words: "On protracted war, if the wind and drizzle come again Add perseverance. Your sister-in-law has a lifetime of happiness and is not afraid of being out of stock. Peas only live for a few days, so when autumn comes, they will wilt immediately when they see frost."

"Rampaging little girl Gu": "There are rumors on the Internet that the attributes of the two of you are Bingshan Lengmei Nian Xia and Ren-wife-loyal Dog Nian Shang. Um are two antonyms, you can make up your own mind. Is this rumor necessary? provision."

Tan Yue squeezed the phone and sneered twice: "Pi. The blind masses, the position of public opinion, need to be guided correctly. If you don't wash away the ignorance, brains, and evil, and turn your heart towards the party, I will spank your ass."

"Rampaging little girl Gu": "Hey, good sister-in-law, please hit me."

Tan Yue was not at all interested in those two lumps growing on other people's bodies, and thought that at best he would use a feather duster to whip her little palms.Tan Yue took the joke seriously: "Your brother and I's new movie is expected to open in June. You see how the struggle is going."

"Sister-in-law, out of the 7000 million replies on your top Weibo, nearly [-] million of them gave a near-standard answer: to participate in the same work. Don't trust me, I'll count them one by one. The time is almost ripe."

Tan Yue sent her a sentence to do more eye exercises, but he thought in his heart, no matter what his bastard's tongue is, he's settled for Qingyuan's calm appearance.

The author has something to say:

As Lao Mu said, the script of "Mountain" was adapted from a mixture of first-hand and second-hand oral historical materials, from 1953 to 1974.