Chapter 139 The nine-story platform supports ten thousand kilograms of earth, and the ten sceneries praise the West Lake everywhere.

Author: Ciliansheng

"Lao An, I've only been counting on you to take care of it these two days. Do you want to take a day off tomorrow?" Ning Yingjie saw his old friend's fatigue and asked, "I've been busy these two days. I'm here.

Shili's crew happens to have something else to do, and everything is on your shoulders, and it's too much to bear."

Everything in the theater has been almost tidied up, and the effects of the first two acts have just been produced. In the past two days when Ning Yingjie couldn't take care of him, An Jianing had made outstanding achievements.

"It's okay. You just finished working over there and then started working over here. It's hard to separate yourself. I also have to get used to it. I haven't been here for so many years. Yesterday I became unfamiliar with our actors as a director."

The script in his hand has been dog-eared by An Jianing, and it is "Shuang Zhaojing" adapted from "The Legend of Butterfly Lovers".

An Jianing and Ning Yingjie originally wanted to combine drama with local Hangzhou opera to plan the play "Shuangzhaojing". However, Hangzhou opera is relatively less well-known than Yue opera. Only one of the selected art students was a Hangzhou opera student.

, except for the two-shouldered Yue Opera, all of them are Yue Opera majors.

Classics cannot be tampered with, but times have changed, and literary works must be revised in line with the values ​​of the times. Thinking of those days when they had to be hidden and tangled up in choices, An Jianing sighed repeatedly at the script he wrote.

He stood up and rubbed his sore shoulders. It might have been the evil wind blowing in the past two days, and An Jianing's shoulders were tingling from time to time.

"Hiss." Reaching out to rub his sick shoulder, An Jianing frowned and looked at the stage - the "double light well" equipped with a lifting platform.

"I think the props of the double-shape well are not well done. They look too fake, especially the water waves on the electronic screen. It looks plastic when you are far away."

"I also thought at the time, if that doesn't work, I'll find the props team from our poem at that time. Nowadays, some manufacturers are also good and bad." Ning Yingjie stood up and followed the eyes of his old friend, "I'll do it, I'll come and find it.

People."

Broken bridges and white embankments are all stories, and spring is everywhere in West Lake. In the blink of an eye, more than half a month has passed, and "Poetry in West Lake" has been broadcast simultaneously on Zhejiang Satellite TV and major film and television APPs as a star drama.

After being popular before it was aired, it is now officially released. Although it is still well received, there are also many almost harsh reviews that have picked out the details of the drama.

[Want to buy Osmanthus Tongzai Wine: I think everyone is too harsh, or do some people watch too many purely funny ones? Some explanations clearly indicate that it is a private setting of those dramas, and it is not the fault of "Shili", so why bother?

put?】

[Non-professional film critic: To be fair, it’s because the poem became popular before it was aired. Some people’s assumptions about the poem must be flawless. Personally speaking, this is the most sophisticated film I have seen in recent years.

This is a film. It is said that in the poem, a historical PhD supervisor who specializes in the history of the Song Dynasty was specially hired to guide the historical content. I personally think that this attitude is indeed rare.]

[I’m not a troll, please don’t message me privately: First of all, I’d like to emphasize again that I’m not a troll to buy blackmail. Secondly, I admit that maybe our requirements are a bit too high, but there is something wrong with the actor’s etiquette. It’s as if he hasn’t woken up.

Yes, the director doesn’t know how to take a look?】

[You are a very nice person: Are you talking about us college student actors? We have tried our best and cannot blame the crew...]

[I'm not a troll, please don't message me privately: Aren't you just scolding yourself? Look at the state of their leading actors, it's like they drank ten kilograms of wine.]

[You're a weird person: Doesn't Li Qingzhao drink every day? Many of her words are full of wine, "A heavy sleep can't eliminate the remaining wine", "Three cups and two cups of light wine", "Intoxicated and don't know the way back", "Forgetfulness"

Before leaving, the wine cup is deep and shallow...Do you still need me to give you an example?】

Today's young people, as long as it is something they recognize, they have to protect it even if they are scolded, and they never care whether others will plot behind their backs.

In the country, culture, and era, this is obviously not a wrong thing, but there are also people who follow fans' books and celebrities, and end up hurting others and themselves. After all, we need the guidance of the campus and society to let this high-spirited person take the right path.

way.

[I’m not a troll, please don’t message me privately: So, she is just a woman in beautiful clothes every day, using wine to drown her sorrows? 】

【You are quite a nice person, aren't you?】

[I’m not a troll, please don’t message me privately: Okay, I won’t listen to people like you if I don’t talk to you.]

[You are a very nice person: No need, you can give me examples to convince me. Have you ever heard of 'The clothes are wet with tears and full of powder', 'Take off the clothes lightly and go on a boat alone'? Never heard of it.

If you search it on your browser, you will find that the words are all written by Li Qingzhao himself. If you have read "Shili", you will know it!】

"Old Ning, it must be this group of college students who are more powerful than their specially hired naval forces." In the familiar teahouse, An Jianing happily drank one cup after another. Now he was actually a little drunk.

"I heard from Ning Yunfan that they still said that high school is the pinnacle of intelligence, but that's no longer the case. Isn't this perfectly true?"

"Hey..." Ning Yingjie ordered a pot of fetal chrysanthemum to reduce liver fire today. Spring is already in full swing, and it coincides with the official release of Shili. Ning Yingjie's mouth has been dry these days.

"Actually, after the editing of our film, I found that there were still some detail problems, and those were not necessarily hired trolls. As some film critics said, because the poem became popular before it was aired, everyone's expectations were relatively high."

"Then you don't plan to make a movie version of "Shiri West Lake" in the future and then go to theaters?"

No one is perfect. Even a saint cannot guarantee that everything can be done perfectly. What's more, with such a large crew, you do yours and I do mine. If we coordinate them together, "Shili" can really be considered a success.

Not bad.

"I have this plan, but let's wait until our "Shuang Zhaojing" is performed next month... don't be in a hurry."

The thick chrysanthemum made the mouth taste bitter. Ning Yingjie frowned slightly and swallowed it like a bitter pill: "Actually, I plan to try it abroad after it is released in China. Of course, I have to see it first.

Is there anyone willing to introduce copyright?"

"Chinese clothing, food, poetry, and utensils must be promoted internationally in a suitable way, otherwise it will be like what An Ji and others said. The world only knows its beauty but does not know its origin. The treasures of our ancestors are in the eyes of some people

It belongs to someone else."

"That's not the case. At least now that the country is strong, our culture must be recognized internationally." An Jia Ning Le sipped the tea and glanced at the yellow and green tea soup in the old friend's cup. She felt that her tongue was bitter, "Drink.

If you don’t want to drink it, stop drinking it. Your body still doesn’t need it.”

"I'm fine. I've been feeling angry recently, and my mouth just blistered two days ago." Ning Yingjie waved his hand and poured himself another glass.

Before he drank all the contents of the cup, he picked out another cup from the washed cup next to him, poured half of the cup into it, and made a show of pushing it to An Jianing.

The latter waved his hands repeatedly, refusing somewhat incoherently.

"Hey, you should drink some too!" Seeing that his old friend didn't seem willing to take the teacup, Ning Yingjie didn't insist, picked up the cup, raised his neck, and drank all the chrysanthemum tea inside.

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"Didn't you tell me that you had a toothache two days ago? This is also a sign of getting angry. We are not young anymore, so we have to take good care of our health. Otherwise, our grandson will be scrapped before we can hold him!"

As he spoke, the tea soup hanging on the cup had turned into fluorescent green tea stains, hanging on the cup in layers, like the green waves of distant mountains.

Picking up the cup directly from Ning Yingjie, An Jianing poured himself half a cup of chrysanthemum tea: "Okay, stop reading, I'll drink..."

After taking a sip of chrysanthemum tea, it was not as bitter as expected. An Jianing was about to open his mouth to say something, but was suddenly choked back by the bitterness rising from his throat. After a while, he said: "Actually, it's not bad."

After another incense burnt out in the room, old friends An Jianing and Ning Yingjie stood up in tacit understanding, settled the bill, and walked out chatting all the way.

"You said that your An Ji and our Ning Yunfan are not in a hurry. They are both rushing to reach their thirties. It will be dangerous to have children when they get older in the future." As soon as they left the teahouse, Ning Yingjie didn't know what to think of.

What, suddenly the topic was brought to the two children.

"They are not in a hurry, but we elders must be anxious! Seeing that both of them are quite promising in their careers, we should quickly settle down on the marriage, and we will feel at ease."

Because of Ning Yingjie's relationship, Ning's father and Ning's mother have never pushed for or interfered with the marriage of their two children. As a result, Ning Yingjie has become the one with the greatest pressure among everyone.

"Hey, let them make their own plans regarding the children!"

Just now, the gossip about the drama performance was mentioned, and An Jianing's temples are now bulging. Remembering that even though there was a discount event for the first performance, the attendance rate was still dismal, An Jianing was in a mess, and he was a little distracted when he responded to his old friend's words.

Realizing the perfunctoriness in his tone, An Jianing quickly added: "What I mean is that the children have their own plans. I also talked to Yunfan that day, and he said that they knew what they were thinking."

"They have spent so much time, Lao An, you can't follow them too much. When we get old, who will help them take care of their children?"

"Can we help now?" An Jianing mercilessly exposed his old friend, "My own career is not as good as their two children, so how can I help them take care of their children?"

"I think you just can't get enough of your own family. You want to have a grandniece!"

Ning Yingjie, who was exposed, shrugged: "Then it's up to them to see for themselves, or else, as you said, there's still me."

"You are busier than them every day."

"That……"

"Just let the children think about their own affairs. Why do you worry so much? We haven't taken care of our own affairs yet, so we shouldn't worry about the children."

Of course Ning Yingjie understands that there is no point in being anxious, but he always has to worry about the children: "Okay, okay, okay, my brother and my sister-in-law are not in a hurry, and you are not in a hurry either. It makes me look like a bad parent."

ah!"

"We haven't been involved in it for so many years. Aren't they both fine? They are young people and don't need us."

The topic of the younger generation was completely gone, and the topic of a pair of old friends finally returned to their own careers.

"Look at the latest comment section... Lao Ning, your film is not intended to connect with our drama, is it?"

[Listening to Bamboo Songs on the Lingling: Spring Dawn on the Su Di, Wind Lotuses in the Quyuan, Autumn Moon on the Flat Lake, Remaining Snow on the Broken Bridge, I feel like the poem is cultural tourism propaganda? Isn’t this one of the ten sceneries of the West Lake? 】

[Listening to Bamboo Songs on the Lingling: To be honest, I feel like the screenwriter left the story a bit unfinished... Of course, it may be that I yearn for this hazy Zen feeling.]

"Is this just a matter of leaving a plot hook? It just so happens that short series are also encouraged now." Ning Yingjie did not deny what his old friend said. He just made this not easy thing sound like it was not worth mentioning, "It was originally

If you want to leave a blank space to create a hazy feeling, you can just stop the camera to Leifeng Pagoda and the mouth of the well, so what’s the difficulty?”

"Besides, it's not your dream to produce a play. You don't allow me to pay for my dream in advance?" Ning Yingjie's words were a bit childish. I don't know if it was intentional or just a reference to dreams. Even people were confused.

Could you be younger?

"Lao An, just..."

We have been friends for many years and they are both in the same industry. How could An Jianing not know how much Ning Yingjie paid for this?

On the shore of the West Lake in spring, the scenery in the distance is almost invisible, and all that can be seen is the flow of people.

Broken Bridge, Su Causeway, if you take a bird's-eye view of today's West Lake, you may only see the outline of the grand scene, and the rest will be tourists in the prosperous age.
To be continued...