stories that happened on a specific occasion

Jian Jia Cang Cang, white dew is frost.

At this time when the flock of birds were shy, like a bird flying south, I embarked on the journey again after a long absence.

Although it is a business trip, but still full of joy.The days of sitting in the office for a long time are not suitable for me after all.

Early the morning before yesterday, old K came to my office and handed me a brochure.Before I could see the contents of the cover clearly, I asked: "Participate when you have time", then turned and left.

Sometimes I don’t know if it’s on purpose, or if it’s just old K’s way of acting, it always gives people a cool feeling, especially the way he talks while holding a cigarette in one hand.

For such an old K, it is always difficult for me to shirk many things.So the assistant student X has been acting as a middleman for me to communicate with him.It's always easier to say no when you look at X's faceless face.

But today, it is relatively rare for old K to come to my office and give me instructions in person.I briefly glanced at this brochure. It is a forum jointly organized by several magazines. The theme of this year is about the transformation of paper media in the new media era and the discussion of historical responsibilities.

Without thinking too much, I booked today's air ticket.

After a long journey, after getting off the plane, I always feel like a lifetime away.

The organizing committee of the forum took me and several participants who arrived at the same time to the hotel.Just after checking in, I received a text message from X.

This forum is divided into several sections, and suddenly I was told that I would be a guest at one of the symposiums, and there will be interviews after the end.

I looked at the text message that came out of nowhere, called X directly and asked, "Why didn't you say it earlier?"

"Old K said that if he told you in advance, you would definitely not want to participate." X replied aggrievedly on the phone.

Hearing X's answer, I was speechless.Although old K is not familiar with me in private, I have to say with admiration that he knows me very well.If it weren't for his always taciturn and unsmiling appearance, sometimes I really have the urge to ask him for a drink and laugh about life.

Fortunately, this symposium is sharing content within the scope of my daily business, and there are six guests plus myself, so the speaking time is only 10 minutes.

There was no way out, so I had to admit it.

The next day, I made some preparations and then bit the bullet and participated in the symposium.But what I didn't expect was that, apart from some professional questions, the host also asked me an unexpected question alone.

"Excuse me, do you believe that all the ghost stories submitted are true?"

I smiled awkwardly and said, "Of course."

Such an answer also made the crowd sitting under the stage burst into laughter.

This question is very ambiguous, that is, it is related to my work, but it is out of the work field, and it is in such a formal occasion.In particular, the word "supernatural" mentioned in front of "story" and emphasized by the tone makes it a very subjective and targeted question.For some reason, I always feel a little twisted.

After the host continued to discuss with several other guests, the symposium finally came to a successful conclusion.Before the interview started, the host stopped me.

"Teacher Duochuan, I am your loyal reader." He said.

The host introduced himself to me again, let me call him Mr. W.

Sure enough, as I expected, Mr. W first admitted that the question he asked me at the forum was entirely out of selfishness, not what the main committee had prepared.

While we were still exchanging pleasantries, someone informed me that it was time to do an interview.But on the other hand, Mr. W seemed to be too kind, so I could only decline for the time being and agreed to his invitation to have lunch together.

After the interview, I did receive a message from Mr. W.

I came to a nearby restaurant by appointment, but Mr. W had already ordered the dishes and prepared the wine, and was just waiting for me to be seated.

It is not the first time to meet readers, but it is the first time in this form.

Mr. W is not actually a professional host, this is just his side job.His main work is in the post-column stage of a TV station. Mr. W's master's degree is majoring in broadcasting and hosting. He originally wanted to make a career in the hosting industry by virtue of his tall and handsome appearance.But I didn't want to, the competition in this industry was very fierce, so I had no choice but to return to my undergraduate major - video post-production.

Just when I was wondering why Mr. W introduced himself in such detail, Mr. W seemed to see my question and said, "Teacher Duochuan, I actually want to show you a photo."

After speaking, Mr. W took out this photo.

I looked at the blurry picture in front of me, and finally put it down after careful consideration, and then looked at Mr. W.

It seems that this meal is not as simple as I thought.

I didn't speak, and waited for Mr. W to tell me the prepared story.

Mr W's story

Mr. W is currently in charge of the later stage of a TV station’s food program. One of the units of this program is to go to the homes of different citizens, and then record their lives and three meals a day.

This unit has always had a high ratings. This kind of documentary recording of a glimpse into the living environment and status of strangers is very popular even though it has only a short broadcast time of 8 minutes.

This program is broadcast daily, so often after the video material is brought in, Mr. W will start work immediately.Although I have edited a few issues in advance, I need to edit the content of several issues at one time, and I can't help but have problems with the quality of the material, or there is a big discrepancy with the copywriting, and occasionally I need to reshoot and so on.

"On-site sound recording, camera angles, lighting adjustments, picture clarity, etc." Mr. W said: "In short, there are more things that can go wrong than you think."

About a week ago, Mr. W encountered the problem of live broadcasting. For some reason, among all the films sent at the same time, all the materials shot in one of the rooms had problems.And in addition to radio problems, there are also picture jitters and shifts.

Mr. W, who got the material, first explained the situation with the filming team, hoping that they would re-shoot as soon as possible.

Although the filming team disagreed with what Mr. W said, they agreed to Mr. W's proposal after reviewing all the tapes.

So, the new material finally arrived a few days ago.

In order not to delay the work progress, Mr. W and his colleagues decided to work overtime to catch up.

But it's strange to say that when I checked with the shooting team, the materials were all in good condition.However, after dinner, there was another problem.

Fortunately, it's just one of the videos. There is no problem with the picture, but there are some noises in the radio.

Mr. W suddenly remembered that in the video sent earlier, although the picture was a bit blurry, there was no problem with the sound reception.Fortunately, the content of the interviews was the same, so the two decided to combine the images and sounds of the two videos in a clever way.

Mr. W took the initiative to take over this work and asked his colleagues to be responsible for other clip editing work.

As long as there are obvious problems with the materials sent before, Mr. W will not read them completely.Also in order to save time, after all the materials are delivered, they are basically fast-forwarded or dragged on the progress bar, and they can be used after checking.

And this time, when the video was opened, it was the first time that Mr. W played it at normal speed.

He first cuts out the audio track of the first film, then imports the second film, and after adjusting the details, he can complete the assembly.

Mr. W uses various software when working, so there are always many windows displayed on the screen at the same time.

While waiting for the composition here, the front player in the upper left corner of the desktop was still playing the screen of the first film. Mr. W didn't pay attention to watch it, but he didn't bother to close it after confirming the recording of the screen.

When the movie was halfway through, the suddenly shifted picture became normal.

Mr. W enlarged the player window, put on his earphones and looked carefully.

If the content of this short interview is complete, it can be directly edited and used. Mr. W thinks so.

In this clear picture at this time, it happened to be a fragment of the interviewee introducing the layout of his room.In the picture is a boy who looks like a college student, and the shot was mainly shot in his bedroom.

In the picture, the boy introduces that he is currently living in a relative's house, and the room he lives in was once a storage room.Relatives specially changed this to a guest room for his arrival.Although it looks small, it has a lot of storage space.In addition to the wall-to-wall shelves, there is also a built-in wardrobe.What surprised him even more was that there was actually a secret space on the ceiling of his room.The lens was then brought to the ceiling, where there was a square invisible opening about one square meter in size.

The boy specially brought a bench and pushed open the wooden board, showing the filming team the hidden space above the room.

After a brief shot of the camera, the boy introduced that the ceiling was built later.Because the house is already an old object, and because the room is located on the top floor, the previous wooden roof is exposed to the outside.It is normal for those old beams to appear old and rotten in some places.Therefore, relatives specially added this ceiling during the decoration.One is for aesthetics, and the other is for safety considerations.

At this point in the introduction, suddenly the picture began to appear unstable again.

After a picture flashed by, the rest of the next minute or so was basically unusable.

Mr. W rewinds back to the last scene, which is the shot of the boy turning and leaving the room after introducing the room.In this group of pictures, the camera has been shooting the boy's face.It can be seen that the camera did not stop as the boy walked out of the room, and walked backwards out of the room.

Mr. W slowed down this group of pictures again, and played them at almost one-sixteenth of the speed. Just when the boy walked out of the room, some unharmonious things appeared in the few frames of the camera. .

W moved closer and watched carefully.

Suddenly, a dialog box appeared in front of him with a "thump", which made Mr. W scream in fright.

It turned out that the second film was synthesized, and the software popped up an automatic prompt.

Hearing Mr. W's exclamation, colleagues came over to ask.

Mr. W briefly explained the situation, and asked his colleagues to reconfirm the set of shots in the first film just now.

So, my colleague and Mr. W watched it again in slow motion.

After watching it, the colleague gasped, scolded a few words, and then said: "This is it, did you get it?"

Mr. W is not sure, but looking at the frozen picture, he also has goosebumps all over his body.

This weird picture only appeared in the film for about half a second.But it can be clearly seen that when the boy walked out of the room, a strange thing appeared on the upper back of the shoulder.

Something that shouldn't be there at all.

It was only when the half-second video was played continuously that it was confirmed that it was a pair of feet.

To be exact, it should be half a foot.Because the picture only captured half of the feet.

Although it was once looked like white curtains in the room, the appearance of increasingly clear and bloodless feet and toes, as well as gray-black toenails, made Mr. W and his colleagues almost sure, That is a pair of feet.

Moreover, the feet did not appear in a static state, but appeared from behind the boy's head, then swayed to the other side and left the frame.

Mr. W sat in front of the screen, he didn't know what to do for a while, he could only hear the louder and louder scolding from his colleagues around him.

However, after calming down, the work will continue.

Mr. W first found some reasons to comfort himself, then stabilized the emotions of his colleagues, and finally opened the second film that had just been synthesized.

What he didn't expect was that he forgot to turn off the original sound of the video when compositing just now, so now the two audio tracks appear in this video at the same time, which sounds very weird.

In addition to the boy's two overlapping voices, the original loud noise also appeared from time to time.

Mr. W had to re-synthesize the video again.

At this time, Mr. W extracted the noise and played it alone.

There seems to be nothing suspicious, just like ordinary radio noise.However, as Mr. W slowly turned up the volume of the soundtrack, the unsettling elements of the cacophony gradually emerged.

Mr. W was so frightened that he immediately threw the earphones out.

This scene happened to be seen by a colleague on the side, and he couldn't help asking again while still in panic.

Mr. W just pointed to the earphone, didn't say anything, and got up from the seat in a daze.

The colleague then sat in Mr. W's seat and put on the earphones.

Sure enough, he immediately took off the earphones and almost threw them out.

Just like that, the two big men became restless in the editing room, looking at each other but didn't know what to say.

In the end, Mr. W stood up and decided to delete all the materials.The two left there overnight, almost in a way of escaping.

"Among the noise, you can clearly hear the sound of a woman sobbing." Mr. W said.

After I listened, I forgot the dishes in front of me and just stared at the photo.

"Is this the boy in the video?" I asked.

To my surprise, Mr. W shook his head and told me that the person in the photo was actually himself.

I know that this story does not end so simply.

Mr. W continued to tell me the complete story behind this photo, and I realized that the previous horrible incident that happened at night was just a background foreshadowing.

The night before he came to participate in this forum, Mr. W was playing with his two-year-old son at home.Because he knew that his father was going on a business trip tomorrow, the son picked up Mr. W's mobile phone and said that he wanted to take a photo with his father and save it in the mobile phone.

Mr. W readily agreed.

Since his son insisted on taking pictures by himself, in order to allow his two-year-old son to take good photos, Mr. W set the shooting mode to continuous shooting.

That night, my son took a lot of photos with himself. Mr. W didn't check them one by one. He didn't think about sorting out the photos on his phone until he came here yesterday and found that the phone's memory was not enough.

Mr. W browsed through the photos carefully, and deleted the photos that were not clear or incomplete.Seeing his son's innocent and lovely face constantly appearing on the screen, Mr. W smiled.

Until the last photo, Mr. W's smile froze.

For better confirmation, Mr. W specially printed out the final shooting screen.So, there is this photo in front of me.

It was a not-so-clear photo, and the pixels of the front camera of the mobile phone were not high, so it was not clear enough overall.Moreover, the sudden movement of the portrait in the center of the screen resulted in a large area of ​​blur caused by insufficient exposure time.

However, on the upper left side of the photo, one can clearly see a pair of pale feet hanging behind and above Mr. W's shoulders.

"You said, did she follow me?" Mr. W asked me.

I couldn't answer either, thinking that if Zuo Zhenzhen was here, I might be able to help her answer.

The meal finally ended in a heavy atmosphere, and I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After listening to Mr. W's story, I suddenly didn't want to live alone in the hotel anymore. After attending the forum in the afternoon, I quickly booked an early morning flight and flew back.

The unit didn't know that I would be back so soon. Anyway, the morning leave was approved in advance, so I simply got up early and went to the park, planning to spend this morning leisurely.

At this time, it was just seven o'clock in the morning.

Although he didn't sleep all night, he didn't feel sleepy at all.I bought a cup of coffee and went to the small park and sat down on the bench by the pond.

It was getting a little cold in the morning, and I sat quietly, looking at the withered lotus in the pool, with dewdrops on the lotus leaves.By the pond, a few clusters of reeds swaying with the breeze, this is the time of luxuriance.

The reeds are picked, but the white dew is not finished.

I was enjoying the scenery in front of me, but I heard someone calling my name.

I turned my head and saw Zuo Zhenzhen wearing a white dress, walking towards me slowly from the other side of the pond.

The author has something to say: update on time next week, thank you for reading :)