Perfect Two

It was not until the eighth day that Fu Zhou went to the hospital.

Su Minglin ran for him three times, and each time he had to make a long phone call. He didn't respond, so he just listened.The last time Su Minglin quit, before he put down the phone, he said: "I'm about to start school, I don't have time to run around. You go by yourself!"

Fu Zhou didn't respond, and was silent for a few seconds. Before Su Minglin hung up the phone, he said, "I'll show you the storyboard design from last year."

Su Minglin: "...Which one?"

"The one with the most money."

Last year, there was a little rich second generation who wanted to be a director on a whim, so he drew a sum of money from his old man's account and found a few Internet celebrities.As a result, the funds were in place and the actors were all set, but he didn't know how to shoot.When someone introduced Fu Zhou to Fu Zhou, one had technology and the other had money, and the two hit it off immediately and signed the contract.

Fu Zhou is a bit of a foodie. He works for all kinds of jobs, depending on who makes what.The rich second generation likes the face of the net red snake, and likes the beauties with big breasts and long legs.Fu Zhou shot him an ultimate feast of Internet celebrities, adding all the elements he likes and what he might like.

These rich people want to do it if there is any movement in their minds. One is not to make money, and the other is not to pursue art.I just want to make myself happy, feel happy in my heart, and it would be even better if I can earn some fame by the way.Fu Zhou didn't want to wear down his style, and he didn't want to waste time, so he did a structural exercise with the film of the rich second generation.

The ending is that the film is real water, and from the beginning of the book, there is an air of exaggeration floating on the surface.In addition to those few faces that look similar, there is nothing to see except for the glamorous faces that have been splashed with money.

But that glamor looks very comfortable, not glaring or obtrusive.The few viewers can't see any tricks, and feel that it is visually enjoyable to watch.If you are a professional, you can see at a glance that the division ratio of the screen is more standard than that of each frame, and the construction and disassembly of the scene are gradually maturing.

By the end of the film, all the structures have reached perfection.Fu Zhou thoroughly used those theoretical data in real shooting, which can achieve complete unity.His subsequent films have never failed in terms of structure and division ratio, and it was also that practice that laid the foundation.

Su Minglin has always wanted to learn.But Fu Zhou never showed his manuscripts to others.He has a set of rules for self-protection. He can change scripts and storyboards for others. Yes, he will be very careful and will not hold anything back.But his own achievements will not be used by others for copying.He doesn't even put out the scraps he cut out from the video.

Filming is something with a very strong personal label.The final finished product is supported by countless details behind it, which contains a person's past, his preferences, and everything about him.

To draw boundaries, keep yourself separate from everyone else, and let your style be your style.It is also necessary to allow the other party to become independent, do their own things, and have their own labels.

Su Minglin has been pestering Fu Zhou for a long time and has been educated many times, so he has long since given up.I didn't expect that he would take the initiative to bring it up. It can be seen that for the sake of the little boss, he took out all the things at the bottom of the box.

But if it is said that it is to meet the little boss and exchange things, it makes sense.But taking something you care about so much, whether you want to see the little boss...how should I say it?

Su Minglin: "...I simply bowed to the evil forces! Once again, for the last time!"

Fu Zhou sorted out some of the previous manuscripts and sent them to Su Minglin.Before he quit the mailbox, he received an email from an unnamed address, the content was very simple, only one sentence:

I'm going to visit Xiao Pan today.

Fu Zhou stared at the address for a few seconds, got up, changed his clothes, took the keys and went out.

On the eighth day, Fu Zhou finally went to the hospital.

The timing was not so coincidental, Fu Zhou was probably not as lucky as Su Minglin. When he arrived, Cheng Xirong was sleeping.Fu Zhou took out the square stool under the hospital bed, and Da Lala sat by the bed, staring at Cheng Xirong for a long time.

The person is much thinner and his complexion is yellow.The lips were still a little bluish, as if the blood supply was not coming up.Fu Zhou gently lifted the thin sheet on his body. Just as he glanced at the tubes on his body from the corner of his eye, he first saw his eyelashes tangled up.

Fu Zhou's movements stopped and he was stuck in mid-air, unable to get up or down.

Cheng Xirong seemed to have signs of waking up, but the action of opening his eyes was a bit too heavy for him, and he struggled several times before opening a slit of his eyes with difficulty.Fu Zhou covered the sheet back, sat down again, and moved the stool forward, so that he moved to the side of the bed.

"Are you awake?"

Just for a moment, Cheng Xirong closed his eyes again, as if his strength was exhausted and he couldn't hold on at all.But he was awake, Fu Zhou knew it.

After waiting patiently for a long time, Cheng Xirong finally opened his eyes and raised his hand to switch on the ventilator on his face.Fu Zhou pressed his hand and said in a low voice, "Don't move around."

Cheng Xirong shook his head, motioning for him to let go.Afterwards, he took the oxygen tube away, and it took him more than ten seconds to get used to breathing spontaneously before he could breathe smoothly.He raised his eyes vaguely, looked at Fu Zhou, and said the first sentence: "I only use this thing when I'm sleeping. I'm afraid I'll get bored."

Fu Zhou nodded and didn't feel that there was anything wrong, so he asked instead, "Are you awake?"

Cheng Xirong was sleepy, not in high spirits: "It doesn't matter if I wake up or not. I kept falling asleep, and I didn't wake up much."

Fu Zhou gave a "hmm".

Cheng Xirong slowly changed his posture, turned his body slightly, and called Fu Zhou: "My back is numb. It happens that you are here, rub it for me."

Fu Zhou suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and the strength that was pent up in his heart dissipated instantly.Well, don't worry about it.This guy tricks people like this, he is still him, and will not change for many years.

Cheng Xirong was so skinny that he could feel the bones under the skin through his thin pajamas.He has a thin and thin body now, and Fu Zhou's palm is big, covering half of his shoulders after covering it.Cheng Xirong snorted comfortably, closed his eyes and murmured vaguely: "I'm lying so stiff that my whole body is numb. By the way, you can help me get up and walk around later."

While circling, Fu Zhou asked him, "Can I get out of bed?"

Cheng Xirong: "It's okay to just stand by the bed. It's too uncomfortable."

Fu Zhou persuaded him: "Wait a little longer, ask the doctor. There are so many tubes in my body that have not been pulled out, so don't worry about pulling any of them."

Cheng Xirong sighed lowly: "I never knew being sick was so sad."

Fu Zhou was silent for a while, then said in a low voice, "I've been ill for so many years, and I still don't know?"

Cheng Xirong was silent.

Fu Zhou helped him to switch to the other side, bent over to support him on the bed, and rubbed this side of his back for him.Cheng Xirong said, "Okay, I'll get up and sit for a while." Fu Zhou paused, and went to hold Cheng Xirong's hand.

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