Director of Photography Department of Huayu

Chapter 18 Which window did God close for her?
Tuesday, October 12th.

Knowing that Wu Chen and Park Songri were going to the Acting Department to help with photography today, Chu Tianshu and Xiang Zhuo wrapped themselves in coats and went out in the biting cold wind. When they closed the door, they did not forget to curse, "You are disloyal."

At half past eight, the Chunyan brand alarm clock in the dormitory suddenly rang, and the iron shell vibrated so much that the enamel pot on the windowsill buzzed.

Wu Chencai stretched lazily, but as soon as he lifted the quilt, the cold feeling swept over him.

Wu Chen shivered as he put on his long johns, got out of bed, and kicked Park Song-il's bed frame. "Get up, hurry up! Even the alarm clock is so loud it can't wake you up, you bastard."

"Hey, where are Xiang Zhuo and the others?" Park Songri opened his eyes in a daze.

"Nonsense, let's go to class!" Wu Chen was about to turn on the faucet when he found that he was frozen to death.

"No, come again?"

Wu Chen was too tired to complain. Cantonese water was still better. Why was this water so difficult to use?

"Brother Chen, get out of the way and watch me." Seeing this, Park Songri jumped up with his fat body, pulled Wu Chen back a few steps, and kicked the faucet three times in a row. Suddenly, the faucet vomited out a rusty stream.

"How is it?" Park Song-il said proudly.

"Damn it, this faucet is such a jerk, and he even has a masochistic streak!" Wu Chen cursed, not even offering a single compliment. "Also, when will this dormitory get any better? Is the school really that poor?"

"There's no hope for our generation." Park Song-il shook his head. The moment he came into contact with the cold water, his entire fat body trembled slightly.

In the small theater on the third floor of the Beijing Film Academy's Acting and Directing Building, there are still cigarette burns on the wooden floor from the 1987 student version of "Red Sorghum."

"Is everyone here?" Wang Jinsong arrived late and shouted as he looked at everyone who was already making preparations.

"Teacher, all ten of us are here," Zhou Yang responded loudly, "but the senior from the photography department hasn't arrived yet!"

"Okay, I understand. They're on their way to move the equipment. You can get ready now. Don't waste these two days of rehearsal time. I even called the photography department here so that you can identify your own problems after rehearsal."

Wang Jinsong said lightly, then glanced at the time.

Just as he finished speaking, there was a sound of hurried footsteps at the door.

Wu Chen and Park Song-il hurried over with their equipment. Seeing this, they quickly shouted, "Teacher Wang!"

"Well, I'm here. Thank you for your hard work." Wang Jinsong smiled.

"It's okay, it's what we should do. It's also an exercise for us." Wu Chen took over the conversation, responded with a smile, and skillfully set up the Manfrotto 055 tripod.

“This tripod has so many problems and squeaks so loudly,” Park Song-il complained as he began fiddling with the Lowell Diva-Lite 300 portable soft light.

"The gimbal is short of damping oil, so there's a metallic friction sound when panning. That's normal!" Wu Chen replied without even looking up. In the blink of an eye, he adjusted the tripod, then mounted the Sony DSR-PD150 analog camera on it and adjusted it a bit.

"Perfect, I'm done here, Songri, how about you?"

"It's done, the microphone is ready, let me try the sound!" Park Songri was obviously not as skilled as Wu Chen, and was still a little flustered.

Wang Jinsong saw all this and nodded silently.

"As expected of a seedling recommended by Old Mu, there's something to it."

On the stage, Zhou Yang and others were already thinking about their lines, while Liu Yifei was sitting in the corner, holding the script in her hand and reciting it silently. After all, the substitute might also need to take the stage.

The noise of Wu Chen and Park Songri fiddling with the equipment eventually attracted the attention of the acting class, and many people looked over secretly.

"Hey, Xixi, isn't this the senior we saw in the cafeteria yesterday? They are actually from the photography department." Zhou Yang said with some surprise.

Upon hearing this, Liu Yifei wiped the loose hair on her forehead with her small hand and looked up.

“It seems like it really is them!”

"He knows Senior Sister Dong Xuan and the others, so he must be a senior brother from the fourth year. But why does he look so young?" Zhou Yang stroked his chin, unable to figure it out for a moment. "Hehe, I'll just ask him later and find out."

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"Pa pa!" Wang Jinsong clapped his hands together as he stood on the stage. "Okay, put down your lines now, get ready for three minutes, and start rehearsal!"

Suddenly, the ten people on the stage quieted down and put away their belongings, except for two people who sat in the corner.

Only then did Wu Chen and Park Songri have time to look at the people on the stage.

"Brother Chen, the quality feels much better than the girls in our class." Park Songri widened his eyes and whispered to Wu Chen.

"You're talking nonsense. We're in the acting department. Who are the audience going to watch if you're so ugly? Actually, the two girls in our class are not bad, but they're certainly not as good as those here."

Wu Chen glanced around with admiration, but was slightly surprised because there seemed to be fewer people, until his eyes swept to the corner.

Wearing a black down jacket, with his head supported by his hands, he sat quietly in the corner, gazing at everyone on the stage with clear eyes.

As if she noticed the gaze, Liu Yifei raised her head slightly and happened to meet Wu Chen's eyes.

When her eyes met Wu Chen's, two smile lines appeared at the corners of her eyes, and the collagen unique to a sixteen-year-old girl created a ripple-like halo, as fresh as the first pear blossoms blooming in spring.

Wu Chen smiled slightly and nodded in response.

"Brother Chen, that's the incredibly popular Liu Yifei right now. I heard she's only a little over 16, but she's already so famous, and she's so beautiful. What window did God close for her?"

Park Song-il sighed.

Who wouldn’t be confused at this start?

"Maybe he closed the chat window with you." Wu Chen joked.

"Ah!" Pu Song was stunned for half a second, "Pooh, pooh, pooh!"

"Brother Chen, you are not much better than me. You are just a little taller than me, a little more handsome than me, a little better at photography than me, a little more popular with teachers than me, and a little better than me..."

As Park Song-il continued to recite, his voice suddenly became like a wilted eggplant, and became smaller and smaller.

"Yeah, keep on chanting, don't stop." Wu Chen said with a smile, sounding very satisfied.

enjoy!

"I won't say anymore. It's too depressing."

Park Song-il raised his chubby hand and pretended to wipe the corners of his eyes, even though there was not a single tear in them.

"What are these two photography class clowns doing down there? How come their expressions and movements are even more varied than our acting class's?"

Wang Jinsong was just about to ask Wu Chen and the other man to get ready, but he witnessed the whole process. Although he couldn't hear clearly what they were saying, their expressions were quite rich.

The students from the acting department on the stage couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Xixi, did you see that? Those two seniors from the photography department are quite funny!" Zhou Yang took a step back and whispered to Liu Yifei.

"I saw it!" Liu Yifei couldn't help but smile. She had been watching the whole scene.

"Sissi, you look so beautiful when you smile!"

Zhou Yang couldn't help but exclaimed for a moment.

At this moment, the thin winter sunlight was filtering through the window lattices of the lecture hall, tinting Liu Yifei's hair a translucent golden brown. Combined with her charming smile, it was like a scene engraved in time.
(End of this chapter)