Director of Photography Department of Huayu

Chapter 41 Ready to boot

The next morning, in the photography department class of Beijing Film Academy.

Mu Deyuan pushed the door open and walked in. He took a quick glance at the ten people in the class. Some of them had obvious dark circles under their eyes, some were in high spirits, and the rest were so exhausted that they couldn't even lift their eyelids.
He was stunned for a moment, then he understood - these guys probably didn't sleep all night.

"You are still young." Mu Deyuan sighed. At his age, if he stayed up all night, the energy he consumed would not be replenished even by drinking wolfberry tea.

Then the corner of his mouth twitched, and he suppressed his laughter: "Alright, today is a self-study session, everyone take a break!"

Everyone cheered and collapsed on the table, but Mu Deyuan nodded at Xiang Zhuo: "Xiang Zhuo, come out for a moment."

Xiang Zhuo shuddered and followed Mu Deyuan into the corridor.

The winter wind blew in through the window, making him so cold that he shrank his neck.

Mu Deyuan narrowed his eyes, his tone gentle but commanding: "I saw that post yesterday. You were really enjoying cursing, weren't you? You even use Cantonese now. So, be more reserved with your words next time!"

Xiang Zhuo scratched his head and chuckled, "Teacher, I'm just protecting Brother Chen. The directing department is too arrogant!"

Mu Deyuan glared at him and said, "Go back."

Xiang Zhuo nodded his head repeatedly, but muttered in his heart: I think I'll curse in Mandarin next time, and Old Mu should have no objection!

In the classroom, Wu Chen leaned back in his chair, rubbed his eyes, looked at Zhuo Hui, and asked in a low voice, "How is it?"

Xiang Zhuo smirked: "I've been scolded. Let me be more civilized."

Chu Tianshu rolled his eyes: "You should have been scolded earlier, your mouth is the best at attracting hatred."

Park Song-il calmly added: "Just pull it out, the director was the one who started it anyway."

Wu Chen listened, his lips curled up slightly, and a warm current flowed through his heart. It was not in vain that he made friends with these brothers.

Thousands of miles away, on the Xianling Island set, Liu Yifei walked into the dressing room yawning with two faint dark circles under her eyes.

She stayed up until midnight last night, staring at the BBS replies, and was so angry that she almost smashed the keyboard.

The makeup artist stared at her eyes and couldn't help asking, "Xixi, what's with the dark circles under your eyes? Did you steal cattle last night?"

Liu Yifei pouted: "No, I was fighting for my friend!"

The makeup artist applied concealer to her while laughing: "Fight? Who offended you?"

Liu Yifei snorted, "What a bunch of nasty people, bullying my junior brother!"

The makeup artist paused, her curiosity rising: "Junior brother?"

Liu Yifei rolled her eyes and smiled without saying anything.

In the classroom of the Directing Department of Beijing Film Academy, Tian Zhuangzhuang's instructions were passed down yesterday.

In the morning class, the teacher rapped on the blackboard as usual: "I didn't see you guys being so enthusiastic about making the short films. You guys shot them one by one. Look at your own works. Are they for people to watch? Even dogs won't watch them!"
You guys are really good at arguing on the BBS, one after another, making it really lively. Tell me, what's the point?"

The students in the audience were completely silent, looking at the teacher on the stage, feeling like crying but unable to shed tears.

No, teacher, are you from our directing department?

Could he be an undercover agent sent by the photography department?
"The dog can't understand it," he replied softly with a stubborn face.

"Who said that? Stand up. I'll find a dog to verify it for you."

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Two days later, the capital city was hit by a heavy snowfall.

Goose-feather-like snowflakes fell from the sky, covering the Beijing Film Academy campus. The rusty iron school gate was wrapped in white gauze, and crystals hung on the dead branches, like a layer of silver frost in a splash-ink painting.

Wu Chen stood in front of the classroom window, watching the snowflakes falling, and exhaled a cloud of white mist: "It's snowing, and the end of the semester is almost here."

The first semester of my freshman year is approaching, and the only thing left before filming of "The Dark Side" starts is the Chinese New Year.

But compared to Wu Chen's relaxed demeanor, Pu Songri and the others were miserable, their heads bowed as they reviewed. "Damn, only Brother Chen is so calm!" Xiang Zhuo said with envy.

"Hurry up, the practical class will be tested earlier than the theoretical class. Brother Chen can pass this kind of test with his eyes closed." Chu Tianshu buried his head in studying without even raising his head.

Time passed like melting snow, and 2004 came quietly.

When Liu Yifei mentioned the role of violinist to Zhou Yang, Zhou Yang readily agreed and even thanked Wu Chen on Penguin.

The heat of the BBS war between the Photography Department and the Directing Department has gradually faded with the passage of time. Perhaps the heat will only be rekindled when Wu Chen's movie comes out.

The biggest event in the entertainment industry during this period was the death of the legendary singer Mei Yanfang, which caused a huge uproar.

But the freshman year final exam is here.

On January 13, Beijing Film Academy officially started its winter vacation, and Wu Chen and others left school and went home to celebrate the New Year.

The meaning of rebirth is not only to make up for regrets, but also to remind ourselves to leave a share of the romance and feelings in this life for our parents.

For this reason, he cherishes his time at home very much.

Yuan Xiaoqin, as a mother, and Wu Yangming, as a father, have completely different concerns.

One of them was concerned about his health, fearing that he was not having enough to eat or wear warm clothes.

A man of few words, yet always able to impart his life experience inadvertently.

In his previous life, Wu Chen might have been dismissive, but in this life, he listened quietly.

He remembered a passage circulating on the Internet in later generations: The Chinese father-son relationship is the most difficult relationship to understand in the world. They are like enemies at the beginning, but like friends in the middle, and they are not true father and son until they die.

In fact, most people, when they look back, find that they are not as good as their fathers.

The money my parents gave me every month when I was a student, I only realized after I took it out, that my heart felt like it was being cut by a knife.

"Dad, I want to visit Uncle Zhang!" Wu Chen interrupted while Wu Yangming was drinking water.

As his investor, Zhang Zemin was willing to invest 150,000 yuan, so it was reasonable for him to meet him after he came back, otherwise it would be too disheartening. He also asked Zhang Zemin to prepare the props for filming, which would be mailed to him after the Chinese New Year.

Wu Yangming was stunned for a moment, then nodded with satisfaction. "Well, I should go. But he's been talking to me a lot lately, so I'll go with you."

The 2004 Spring Festival came. On New Year's Eve, the streets of Foshan were brightly lit and the sound of firecrackers rang out one after another.

It is not like in later times, where people go home for the New Year regardless of whether they are rich or poor.

As a light industrial base in the Pearl River Delta, Foshan has a large number of workers and is therefore particularly lively.

The same thing happened at Wu Chen's home. All the relatives had come, and the TV behind them was playing the Spring Festival Gala. However, no one watched it. It was just turned on as a sense of ritual and as background music for chatting.

After chatting, those who wanted to walk on the flower street walked on the flower street, and those who wanted to open the stage opened the stage.

In this era, the Three Dukes were very popular. When Wu Chen accompanied his parents to the flower street, he saw many people gathered together, with hundreds of yuan bills piled on top of them. They looked nervous and their eyes were fixed on the table.

The story of a man who becomes a banker and kills everyone on the first day of the Lunar New Year and leaves his hometown at dawn on the second day happens in every corner of Guangzhou.

After Wu Chen came back from strolling through Flower Street, he sent text messages to everyone he knew to wish them a happy new year.

But poor Liu Yifei is still near the crew, spending the New Year there. After all, the "Chinese Paladin" crew has to continue work on the second day of the New Year, and there is not enough time for her to go back and forth.

After the New Year, on the seventh day of the first lunar month, Wu Chen returned to Beijing Film Academy with his backpack.

The snow in the capital has not melted yet, and the snow has piled up into small hills on the campus. The air is filled with the smell of gunpowder from firecrackers.

Park Song-il and others have not returned yet, but as a director, he has to start a lot of work in advance.

"It's finally time to work!"

Wu Chen smiled faintly, raised his head and looked towards the sky with a firm gaze.

(End of this chapter)