Unconsciously, the blue mountains were dusk, the autumn clouds were getting darker, and they plunged into the vast sea of musical notes. Both Yan Qing and Weng Huaijing had the illusion that they had no time to spare. Indeed, the recording went smoothly and ended early at around two o'clock in the afternoon, and the program team was nearly free.
They had been working on "Butterfly Lovers" for half a day, but they didn't dare to delay. Once they got back to the Drum Tower, they went straight into the piano room and worked hard until after eight o'clock in the evening, without even bothering to eat.
However, the workload was too tedious, so he hurriedly caught up with it. When it was only half an hour before "The Swordsman - The Undefeated East", Yan Qing still had a small part of the brass instruments and more than half of the instruments on hand.
The harmonic scores for the viola and double bass are not yet completed, and the second violin part, which Weng Huai has taken over, has only begun.
Shao Qing, who hurried back to the studio to pick up the people, swore before getting the two of them into the car together with their music laptops. Perhaps considering the convenience of communication, Weng Huaijing and Yan Qing sat in a row on the way to the Whispering Art Alliance Cinema.
The two of them communicated in low voices from time to time.
Words such as "actual pitch", "notated pitch", "notated span of a certain transposed instrument" appeared sporadically in the back row, and Shao Qing heard them one after another. She took advantage of every opportunity to throw out the words.
The topic received almost no response. The only good news is that Professor Weng seems to have softened his tone and accepted the proposal to go directly to a private recording studio in Houhai tomorrow to catch up on the progress.
"The centralized audition meeting is scheduled for the day after tomorrow, which is Monday afternoon. After several rounds of communication, even established orchestras such as Shanghai Jiao and Ice Jiao have stated that they will send people to come, and Deng Xiao of Diwu is interested in providing a venue. I am so excited..."
Seeing in the rearview mirror that the two of them were so far away from each other that they were almost touching each other, with joy on her face, she did not forget to strike while the iron was hot and persuaded Weng Huaijing: "I'm worried about not finding a suitable place, so I'll just cut it off first and then tell you.
It’s enough to have the first version of the digital audio source ready by that time, there’s no need to rush it, the theaters will be here soon.”
The digital sound sources mentioned by Shao Qing refer to the necessities for presenting the works to various symphony orchestras at the listening session on Monday. They only have to equip the instruments and unify the score. Their work is not finished.
Yan Qingde used professional software such as Pro Tools/Logic Pro to create corresponding performance sub-tracks for each instrument that needs to appear from the huge virtual symphony sound library based on the complete three-movement performance process of "Butterfly Lovers Violin Concerto", and finally
Hundreds of sub-tracks are mixed into digital symphonic sound sources for industry experts to evaluate. This audition is much more demanding on the audience than ordinary classical concerts.
"The small concert hall in the Comprehensive Education Building? Shao Qing! How much do you want him to go to my school..."
Realizing the prying eyes in the rearview mirror, Weng Huaijing's eyes turned red, and she quickly moved outside, accidentally spilling a few pieces of music. She glanced at Yan Qing with anger in her beautiful eyes, and said deliberately and coldly: "Let's talk about it later, wait and see.
Tomorrow’s progress.”
While the two were talking, the black navigator had arrived at the MOMA Contemporary Plaza on Xiangheyuan Road. Shao Qing noticed that there seemed to be a lot of people gathered outside the revolving door. They were holding various playing cards and eagerly looking for passers-by entering and exiting the mall.
get in a word.
"Just now Lao Zhang urged me that the hall was full of people and the movie should start soon..."
Shao Qing had received several rounds of phone calls as soon as she got in the car. Luo Bing had already led all the members of the program team to sit in the theater early. As she slowed down and turned on the turn signal, she muttered: "Why is there such a thing outside?"
Are you asking for more votes? Obviously you can watch it on your mobile phone!"
"Didn't Qian Yuan take Junior Sister Fei, Yi Yi and the others to the flagship store in Wudaokou? Could it be that..."
Hearing this, Yan Qing put down the sheet music he had just picked up, and followed Weng Huaijing to look out the car window on the right. Perhaps because he had been publicly executed too many times recently, they both looked at each other with sadness.
Director Yan, who was worried that there was fraud, asked the front row warily: "There is also a premiere event arranged here, so why are there so many people?"
"How is that possible? We also have a sense of propriety, okay! We are all our own people, don't always be suspicious and hurt your feelings..."
As soon as the steering wheel turned, Shao Qing turned the car into the underground parking lot. When faced with doubts, she said plausibly: "There are only about 500 screens in total. There are only nine art and literary theaters in the whole city. Carefully
When I think about it, I think the audience’s enthusiasm is a bit higher, which is understandable!”
Picking up the masks, knitted hats, sunglasses and other equipment prepared in advance, before Yan Qing could think of how to respond to Shao Qing, a crisp voice sounded beside him: "We don't believe it!"
Combined with Shao Qing's previous actions, this explanation was obviously not convincing enough. He parked the car on the second floor, and then led Yan Qing, who was fully disguised, to take the staff-only elevator of Whispering Art League to go upstairs. She also understood
Some people may be bitten by a snake once and afraid of straw ropes for ten years.
"We? Oh, I'm an outsider, I can't do anything to you two. I usually tell you but don't listen. It's like this..."
Feeling funny and angry in her heart, Shao Qing could only hold back and tell the two people who were still doubtful about Luo Bing's arrangements and the team's efforts for the release one by one. When the elevator stopped, she quickly calmed down and said,
After careful observation, he raised his hands and stepped out: "This is the situation. The market is so big. We have won all the digital screens we can win. I can only say that we still underestimated your box office appeal. Today I whisper
The stills of the mysterious male lead released in the finale added to the fire, which made Luoyang Zhigui expensive for a while. Let's go, we will talk about it later, you two should lower the brim of your hat!"
Following Shao Qing into the cinema, they gathered among the crowds of people in the corridor, passing by (One Huzhu), (Two Colored Lotus), (Three Character Order), (Four Columns of Flowers) and other cinema halls. They could clearly hear what was going on inside.
The passionate speech of a baritone was heard mixed with the sound of waves crashing on the shore. It was the narration that explained the background of the story in "The Swordsman: The Unbeaten East".
"The distribution of Kapok Pictures is doing well. Thirteen cross-regional art and literary theaters cover more than 90 theaters in 27 cities. In a hurry, they can put together more than 500 digital screens to open at the same time.
, the pre-sale was still sold out by members, no wonder Su Meng had to come over to pick up the tickets yesterday. Sure enough, this is the best time. It seems that I am indeed paranoid."
Thinking about the data Shao Qing said, Yan Qing quickened his pace and walked through the entrance of the hall. He quickly caught a glimpse of the long queue of waiting people outside the hall, and also saw Li Hanyuan waiting eagerly not far away. The little girl
Leaning outside the hall door where a plaque was hung, he waved to the three of them.
"Hey, there are so many people. There must be more than a dozen rows here! The name of the cinema seems to be determined by the music brand. There are at least eight halls, and the scale is not inferior to that of large commercial cinemas."
He bowed his head and entered the door and walked around to the last row. After following Weng Huaijing and taking a seat in the reserved seat in the corner, Yan Qing looked at the empty seats in front and thought of the crowded scene outside. He felt a little dazed in his heart. In his concept of "previous life", he was willing to go
Most of the people who watch niche literary films in art theaters pay attention to the dimming of the lights, the slight shaking of the projector, the flickering and white noise at the moment when the film reel is changed... and other such "ceremony" (zhuang).
bi)feeling".
The few remaining art theaters are all film theaters, with only a handful of films to be screened. Many films are difficult to obtain approval for screening due to various reasons. For many years, only a few films have been circulated.
At most, a few mediocre independent filmmakers' works will be added.
For various reasons, box office is destined to be difficult to become a profit model for art theaters. Without the return of regular audiences, there is no need to think about membership systems. Naturally, it will be difficult to form a professional art theater chain with large-scale operations. Yan Qing did not expect that he would
The scale of the art theaters missed during the screen resource homework is very different from the previous life.
"Affected by preconceptions and inertial thinking, including the larger number of film screening rooms, the market size of art theaters is actually quite considerable. Even if they only focus on literary films, they have a lot of potential, and they have the advantage of winning awards, so "I"
What kind of thoughts did you choose to sting at that time? It doesn't make sense that you haven't relaxed your acting skills for a moment. Is this a point worth digging into?"
As the relationship with Weng Huaijing gradually improves, Yan Qing feels that he has almost integrated into the current world. However, it is inevitable that he will still be concerned about the missing parts of his memory. The clues around him that can be explored are gradually coming to an end, pulling his sweetheart.
Returning to New York for filming was a retrospective plan, but now he has made a new discovery. For a while, he failed to keep up with his facial expression management and looked a little sluggish.
"It's okay to watch a movie..."
Yan Qing, who was thinking a lot, heard an inaudible whisper in his ears. At the same time, a warm and jade-like touch came from his left hand. He turned his head and his eyes met a bright key and a pool of pulsating autumn water.
Weng Huaijing, whose eyes were red at the corner, exhaled and said: "I won't be afraid if the banner is hung up one more time at most!"
"I'm not afraid, I just didn't expect there would be so many people..."
Warmth suddenly rose in his heart. Yan Qing held the slender catkin that was trying to pull away with his backhand and moved it to the left. He felt that Weng Huaijing's body trembled slightly but did not run away. He smiled and looked up into the distance.
On the big screen: "Well, let's watch the movie. Our first look back is coming. I really like this part. I watched it for a long time while editing."
The "we" in Yan Qing's mouth naturally did not refer to him and Weng Huaijing, but to Linghu Chong and Dongfang Bubai in the play. However, Weng Huaijing unusually did not correct him. He said "hmm" and followed a certain disciple to look at the screen.
The plot at this time has unfolded quickly after the narration. Flags are flying in the sky, and soldiers are armed and sharp. They rely on the strength of their ships and cannons to trap a group of Fusang Ronin. The high-minded Ming army general Hongmenda sends a man who knows...
Qianhu, who speaks Fusang language, stepped forward to question an arms robbery case, and his expression was also bossy.
However, the situation suddenly changed, thousands of households were strangled by a sword energy, and the Dutch gunboat, which was as tall as a tower, was also sunk by design. In the chaos of war, Dongfang Bubai, with a ghostly face and a fan in hand, fell from the sky, waving his hand in front of thousands of troops.
Zhongqing took Hongmen to the first level, and the leaderless Ming army was suddenly defeated and scattered.
Assistant director Zhao Zhongyi shot this real-life shot of an ancient ship in Jinmen, which is both realistic and solemn. The camera movement style is majestic and majestic. It is much more majestic than the original work. Once edited, it can better highlight the ghost of the Eastern Invincible Movement appearing at the top of the mast.
Unpredictable and domineering.
From the beginning, the conflict is constant and the rhythm is ups and downs. The audience's blood is racing and the heart is shaking. The transition scene shows a large number of warriors of the Sun and Moon God Sect ambushed on the mountain. At this time, the two brothers and sisters of Linghu Chong, who are riding in the wilderness, are rushing to retreat to the world.
Unintentionally involved in a racing chase between the two fuso warrior chieftains under Dongfang Bubai's command, the sword energy stirred up and split a burly and strong horse head-on with a snap of his fingers. Yue Lingshan also narrowly escaped an unexpected event, and she was unable to escape and fell to the ground.
The horse fell into the cliff.
And just when Linghu Chong jumped off the cliff and rescued Yue Lingshan in a dangerous move, Dongfang Bubai, who succeeded in the attack, turned into an afterimage and passed by. In this way, the famous and upright disciple of Huashan and the infamous cult...
The leader passed by each other in the air, and originally the two of them were in peace, but the high-speed airflow accidentally knocked over a pot of turbid wine, and Linghu, who was extremely drunk, pursued him, and the two of them had a confrontation in the air.
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The cold and solemn baritone showed Dongfang Bubai's majesty and moodiness. Fortunately, after the victory, he was still in a happy mood. Dongfang didn't care about the drunkard's offense. He felt a little leisurely and looked at it a few more times. When he turned around and flew away,
The gods and ghosts looked at Linghu Chong again, and what was more coincidental was that the mask covering his face was wiped off by the branches and leaves in the forest, and the two people's eyes were briefly frozen as the camera gradually zoomed out.
In the early stills released, Weng Huaijing's personal image is completely feminine, and Linghu Chong's role is noted as the second male lead. It is only then that the mysterious leading male lead reveals his true face in Lushan. This man has been killing all the people since the opening scene.
The capable Dongfang Bubai left Linghu Chong and everyone in front of the screen with a stunning look back at him with a faint smile before walking away.
"Floatingly whirling back to Xue Qing, sending the wandering dragon into shock..."
I'm not lying. Yan Qing had watched it countless times during the editing process, but when I sat in the theater and admired Weng Huaijing's indistinguishable androgynous beauty in the close-up shot, I still felt a throbbing feeling that I was willing to fall for it.
It wasn't until the catkin in the palm of his hand, as smooth as mutton-fat jade, gently squeezed him that Yan came to his senses: "Huh? What's the matter? Buzzing?"
"Nothing, I just..."
The lights in the theater were sparse, and the corner against the wall was even darker. Yan Qing's eyes were filled with Weng Huaijing, who was playing with the keys around his neck, like a beam of light. His whole person exuded a bright and intoxicating grace. She lowered her eyebrows and lowered her eyes.
Little Tail said softly: "I like this part too~"
"Ah, so are others~"
A sweet and charming female voice floated from behind Weng Huaijing. Shao Qing covered her mouth and smiled like a fox. Her words triggered a chain reaction.
"I like it so much, I like it so much~"
"What a drunkard, I love him~"
"Maybe this is called a glance for ten thousand years~"
"Why is there no one to take me to the movies~"
"Where's the banner? Aqing, hurry up and put up the banner~"
"..."
Zhang Yameng, Miao Miao, Zhao Mu, Su Meng, Gao Yuan... Countless coquettish sounds with little tails came from all around, and Yan Qing suddenly discovered that they had been deeply surrounded by tax evasion gangs. They had just let it go before.
"I'm not afraid of anything!" Weng Huaijing, who said harshly, would pull away his hand, cover his face with his hands and skillfully pretend to be a frightened ostrich.
Thanks to the show team's really good performance, the appearance of the mysterious male protagonist Dongfang Bubai was too shocking. At this moment, the theater was filled with exclamations and discussions. In the midst of the excitement, the movement happening in the corner had to be less out of the ordinary.
Dongfang Bubai possesses unparalleled personal power, and he also controls countless Miao soldiers and Ronin warriors under his command. After a complete victory in the ambush, he has the momentum to sweep the world with guns and sharp cannons. Such a man who is isolated in the world and covets the heights of temples.
The man actually had a beautiful face, and it was not just the audience at the MOMA Contemporary Store (Bayin Harmony) who were shocked.
There was also an uproar in the (Seventh Lady) and (Nine Zhangji) rooms next door.
The Wudaokou flagship store of Xiyuyilian, half an hour's drive away from Xiangheyuan Road, was equally busy. Niu Dan, who accompanied Fei Jingyu to attend the premiere, was dumbfounded. He is an expert in the door and has owned cross-dressings, swords and horses, and Zhengdan for many years.
As he waits to experience the role of Li Yuan, he can see many shadows of the Peking Opera Plum School performance art in Weng Huaijing's Dongfang Bubai's appearance and figure.
"Oh my God, I can't believe she only came to our group for a short time to learn..."
After being amazed, Niudan bit his girlfriend's ear and said proudly: "Hey, Professor Weng's eye for love was taught by me."
"Hmph, come on, she thinks my senior brother still needs your guidance!" Fei Jingyu replied angrily and gave her boyfriend a slap in the face.
Farther away, in the Xinghai Art Cinema in Shengjing, Liaodong Province, Xu Mo'er and her training partners looked at the idol's beauty with eyes full of stars and couldn't help but admire it.
Nanya art galleries all over the Pearl River Delta…
A beautiful new voice rooted in Bashu...
Chuxiang literature and art dominates Jingchu and Chuxiang...
The star of Oriental art radiating in the Yangtze River Delta...
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Wherever "The Swordsman: The Undefeated" goes, it is invincible. The 2016 Academy Award for Best Supporting Actress returned to the big screen after many years and achieved great results. To quote a sentence from Meng who was in the theater of Dongyi Star Xuhui Store.
In Yan's words: "Sister Xiaoyue, Weng Huai is so crazy about killing her!"
Due to the limited number of screens, only a few hundred thousand people could get tickets to watch the movie immediately. They are all the lucky ones among the massive fans that Yan Qing and Weng Huaijing cultivated through ten issues of "Talent Co., Ltd."
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Ever since, after Dongfang Bubai had a glimpse, a large number of terminal devices were filled with barrage, and the most repeated one among them clearly read: ...(The leader, please give me a Jihui(