Because the sheets and bedding in the rental house needed to be repurchased, and their clothes and luggage were not packed in time, at nightfall, Wen Liang and He Tianran returned to the school dormitory respectively, preparing to pack everything up the next day. The day of cohabitation officially begins.
Since the winter vacation is coming in a few days, some students in the school who had scheduled their departmental exams early went home early to prepare for the New Year. The usually lively boys' dormitory became a lot cooler.
He Tianran opened the dormitory door. Cai Jueming was cleaning the lens of his camera, while Hu Yue was lying on the bed, looking half-dead.
"You two, I didn't see you two playing games when I came back. It's rare."
He Tianran closed the door, took off his coat, walked to his chair and sat down, kicked off his sneakers, took off his socks and threw them into the laundry bucket under the sink, then put on a pair of slippers comfortably.
"Ouch, so sad~"
Cai Jueming sighed, put down the 35mm fixed-focus lens with a red circle in his hand, and said, "Director He, have you handed in your final assignment for the directing department?"
He Tianran immediately replied: "I handed it over."
Cai Jueming was stunned: "Huh? What did you hand in? I've seen you play in a band every day recently, and you still have the time to shoot something?"
"Damn it, our final assignment was to record a short film. I submitted a video about the current situation of the band in Hong Kong. It took a month to shoot the front and back. I remember what I told you..."
"...Who knows if you're just spreading shit or if you're actually filming something? You haven't done any short film work yet?"
He Tianran shook his head: "What's the matter? To use Old Man Chen's words, we young boys may not even be able to film our daily lives well and film a silly plot story. Therefore, the plot homework will probably have to wait until the next semester or college. Second, where is your photography department?"
Cai Jueming felt weak, "Testing light and shadow..."
He Tianran asked: "Photos or videos? Are there people involved?"
"I have them all. The characters have no requirements. But a few days ago I asked Gu Ling to be my model. Let me show you..."
After that, Cai Jueming picked up his notebook, walked to He Tianran, and played the short film he had taken for Gu Ling or the several edited photos he had made.
He Tianran hasn’t finished watching the movie. Anyway, it’s the kind of short emotional short film made by Internet celebrities. It’s hard to tell why it’s paired with music. As for the photos, it’s just the kind of cute candy movie that’s designed to show off a girl’s appearance. .
He Tianran said with a smile: "Can you adjust the color of your Japanese filter a little better? Where are the lights and shadows? If you do salon photography, the 'old artists' in your photography department will give you a pass after seeing it. Weird."
"I know... I know... I'm not worried... I'll take another set of scenery tomorrow..."
After receiving He Tianran's comments, Cai Jueming collected his notebook and already made up his mind about the level of his work.
"I see you, you just want to take this opportunity to take pictures of Gu Ling. It's better now. You'll make yourself unable to get better."
He Tianran joked, and at this moment, a long sigh suddenly came from above his head...
"Why……"
He looked up following the sound and saw Hu Yue's lower body lying on the bed, his back leaning against the wall, his glasses hanging on the bridge of his nose, his head tilted to the side, and one arm hanging down from the edge of the bed. This man's movements and expressions were like It is the famous painting "The Death of Marat" by Jacques-Louis David.
He Tianran was dumbfounded, "Xiucai...what's wrong with you? Don't you want to write? Get up and code!"
"I'm worried, Hu Xiucai just exploded..."
Cai Jueming explained at the side, returned to his seat, picked up the Xuanhemen on his desk, handed one to He Tianran, helped light the fire, and started to puff up the smoke as he continued:
"He had to write again, and he had to write the final assignment of their drama. Under the double pressure, his grades plummeted, and his assignments were also missed. Isn't this going to blow up..."
"ah--!"
Hu Yue screamed weakly, then turned over, like a terminally ill patient, and begged He Tianran:
"Director He, please help me write it... I feel like all my inspiration has been gone. It has been hollowed out. There is not even a drop left. I can't squeeze it out..."
"Let me help you write something. What is your drama homework?" He Tianran refused decisively and asked curiously.
"Write a script for a variety show, draft your own scenarios, no less than 10,000 words..."
"..."
He Tianran was made to laugh by this homework, "Oh, the questions you majored in drama and literature asked are quite fashionable. They have really kept pace with the times. Aren't you able to code tens of thousands of words every day? This is very important to you. It’s so trivial.”
"Can this be the same? This is different! This is not a word count issue, this is a quality issue!"
Hu Yue rolled off the bed, grabbed the cigarette case from Cai Jueming's hand, and lit one for himself.
He Tianran glanced around, sat down and said cautiously: "It seems that you two have been in dire straits recently."
"No! We also want to be like you, Director He, making a small amount of money every day, singing little songs, and most importantly, having a beautiful woman as your companion. We are in the cold winter, but our hearts are in the middle of summer... Digging, with this environment, what kind of homework can I do? Don’t come out!”
Cai Jueming sat down with Hu Yue and joked. The latter played He Tianran's VLOG on his mobile phone, turned the volume to the maximum, and said sadly:
"I'm probably sick. Since the video of Director He and Sister Liang was released, I've been tossing and turning in bed every time I watched it. For some reason, the dogs on the street started barking non-stop, and I would follow them. Let’s shout together.”
Cai Jueming nodded solemnly: "Hey, Teacher Hu, when you retired from the literary world, I was the one who cheered the most with you!"
"..."
With such a pair of sleeping dragons and phoenixes on the stall, He Tianran clenched his fists and had goosebumps all over his body. He gritted his teeth and said:
"Oh, I'm in trouble. If you have anything to do, please tell me immediately. If you continue to be so weird and beating around the bush, believe it or not, what will I do to you when you go to bed tonight?"
Suddenly, Hu and Cai calmed down their expressions, and Cai Jueming was the first to say:
"Director, Gu Ling will go home for the New Year tomorrow, and I have no one! You have a lot of connections, help me find some acting girls who are still in school to be models..."
"Didn't I just say that you wanted to take pictures of scenery?"
"With you here, I can still take pictures..."
He Tianran pretended to fight, but Cai Jueming immediately changed his tone and flattered: "Don't, don't, don't do it. How about this? Director He, please take some time out of your busy schedule and give me guidance while I'm filming." Guidance, it’s not like you don’t know that when the two of us took the photography class, the group of old artists admired you!"
He Tianran sneered: "Heh, okay, now it's my business. If you co-author, I'll have to help you with your homework across majors, right?"
Cai Jueming slapped his thigh and said: "Director He, have you seen the outside? The photography director, cinematographer and director are brothers who are inseparable from each other. What's the relationship between us? We are Half-brothers from the same father and mother! Right, brother!"
If this guy doesn't talk about cross talk, his authentic Beijing accent will be lost in vain.
He Tianran was too lazy to look at Cai Jueming. He said to Hu Yue: "He is so shameless. Scholar, you will definitely make me worry less, right?"
"That's right, Dad! What should I let you worry about in the future?" Hu Yuezhang said immediately, and even pulled Cai Jueming along and said shamelessly: "Second Dad, what do you think?"
"..."
"..."
Well, the three people in this dormitory are really competing with each other shamelessly.
He Tianran pinched his eyebrows and said without temper:
"I really can't help you with your variety show script. You'd better solve it yourself... By the way, wasn't your script well written? Why did it suddenly collapse?"
Hu Yue hesitated to speak, but Cai Jueming revealed the shortcomings and said: "Director He, didn't you look at him last time and say you didn't like him?"
"Yes, it was several months ago. No, I didn't say I didn't like it. I meant I was not his audience."
Cai Jueming was furious and became angry when he mentioned it: "Since the last time you read his article, he has been in a mood. Do you know, his writing style has changed now, and he insists on including some tragedy of great right and wrong... …You said, isn’t this for me… Bah, feeding Xie Te to the readers!”
(End of chapter)
