After dreaming of getting rich, I dressed up as a collapsed idol

The second shot shows the young man crossing the road and the dog follows him.

In the third shot, the young man came to the place where the begging mother and daughter usually went. When he was about to take out money, he saw that the little girl was gone.

Here, the background music disappears.

The young man looked blankly at his lonely mother.

This scene made everyone's heart skip a beat.

This is a lie.

Lu Qingfeng doesn't have such a bad taste.

The next moment, a clear child's voice was heard.

"mom."

The young man turned his head.

The little girl who looked dirty before put on her school uniform, carried her schoolbag, and stood not far away, looking at him with a smile on her face.

The music became softer and softer.

The young man smiled.

The shop owner took off his glasses in surprise.

“He gained emotion.”

“He witnessed happiness.”

"To understand more deeply, to feel the love."

“I received something that money can’t buy.”

“The world is a more beautiful place.”

"What do you want most in your life?"

The last shot is of flowers blooming under the watering.

This is the end of the short film.

Sun Zhichao was the first to applaud, leading the other students to applaud, and the small auditorium was filled with thunderous applause.

The lights came on, and Zhao Wenjie brought the members of the film club to the stage to express his gratitude.

Afterwards, everyone left in an orderly manner.

On the way out, the students were still discussing the topic with great interest.

"It's amazing. I didn't think the story was that great when I was filming, but the finished film actually moved me."

Lu Hui expressed his heartfelt emotion.

"That's the charm of video. Text relies on the reader's imagination and requires the author to lay the groundwork step by step and guide the emotions, while video is intuitive and stimulates the eye."

Lu Qingfeng explained with a smile.

"You know so much."

Liu Shuyao exclaimed in admiration from the side.

"Damn, why didn't anyone recognize me?"

Among the few people, only Liu Xin was depressed. He was like a proud little rooster, holding his head high and chest out, hoping to attract the attention of people around him.

It's a pity that no one paid attention to him.

"You think you're a movie star? Do you want a loud speaker to promote you?"

Hou Xiaobing couldn't bear to see him dying like this.

"It's not impossible."

"roll."

A few people walked out of the small auditorium chatting and laughing.

"Student Lu."

Sun Zhichao, who was waiting outside the door, saw them and walked over.

"Would you be willing to accept a brief interview?"

"Okay!"

Lu Qingfeng did not refuse.

"This short film is very interesting, innovative, and profound. What were your thoughts when you wrote the script?"

"I said I didn't think about anything, do you believe me?"

"what?"

Sun Zhichao was stunned for a moment.

Lu Qingfeng couldn't help but smile.

“The creator’s thoughts are not important. When the work is presented to the audience, the audience’s thoughts are what matters.”

"Just like you think this short film is innovative, some of my classmates might find it boring, or even fake."

"Everyone has different ideas. If someone can really learn something from it, then I'm naturally happy."

Sun Zhichao was shocked.

This is so insightful.

After the club week, the campus returned to its original tense learning atmosphere.

Sun Zhichao's report made the headlines of the Pioneer Youth Daily the next day.

At the end of his report, he emphasized the work of the film club.

"This is the best short film I've seen in the past two years. It's so well-made that you can hardly believe it was made by a student."

"For three minutes and ten seconds, the camera focuses on the bustling city life, where vivid characters weave together a meaningful story."

"The short film is titled 'One Good Deed a Day,' a theme that's been saturated with media attention. However, thanks to the solid script by Lu Qingfeng, the short film breaks free from clichés and offers a penetrating interpretation of kindness."

"After the screening, I asked Lu Qingfeng what he was thinking when he created the short film, and I still remember his answer vividly."

“He said: When a work is presented to the audience, the creator’s thoughts are not important; what matters is the audience’s opinion.”

"This reminds me of Mr. Lu Xun's essay "Autumn Night," which begins: 'In my backyard, I can see two trees outside the wall, one a jujube tree, and the other also a jujube tree.'"