Seeing them running to Quyang, but because there was no research in advance and the shooting scene was in chaos, Lu Zi'an couldn't help laughing.

Such a team made him unable to help but think of his own group of rude little wolf cubs.

With a sense of impetus, he dares to break through the sea of ​​fire.

The most successful work is not the exquisite picture, nor is it the most powerful and famous star to sing the theme song.

But it is the resonance of the soul.

Looking at this work can make people empathize and resonate in the depths of the soul. Cry and laugh together. This work is successful.

Then the crew wanted to take pictures of how to make mulberry paper, but when they arrived at the scene, they found that these workshops had long been abandoned.

"..." Lu Zian wanted to hold his forehead, which was a bit unreliable. Didn't he do any preparations in advance?

He wanted to laugh and cry, remembering the scene where he once resigned with gritted teeth.

Seeing this messy group of people, I ran to take a picture of the last bunch of mulberry bark collected by an old man.

It was really bark, like hay, withered and messy.

This is simply a film crew that coexists with joy and sadness. What’s rare is that the voiceover is not treated at all, just like a big brother, smoking and chatting with you on a cold night when the wind blows.

Lu Zi'an couldn't help but want to find melon seeds to kowtow, and felt the atmosphere was unique.

In the picture, the photography team has arrived in Jiang County, Shanxi Province, where photographer Xiao Jiang wants to treat rhinitis.

After the bloodletting therapy of a rural doctor, Xiao Jiang's rhinitis was cured and he then withdrew from the film crew.

Then what Director Zhang said was that the driver carried the camera...

but……

Lu Zian raised his eyebrows and looked at the scene with his chin: "Hey, this is a pretty good shot."

"Yes, this is pretty good, a little talent." Mr. Zhuo was wearing reading glasses and was addicted to seeing: "Oh, your hands are quite stable."

Director Zhang laughed and said nothing.

His works are as loyal and honest as his people, and they have no fancy things, and some are all simple.

From the lines, you can feel his seriousness and his passionate heart.

He must have been sad about the photographer's departure, but he did not give up and dragged the rest of the crew to continue on the road.

Fortunately, fate just made a joke on him, and the journey ahead began to get on the right path.

They went to Longwan Village, Gansu, and Yu Pan exchanged the price of helping his elder sister pull the cart for news about where to make a sheepskin raft.

On the bank of the Yellow River, they flipped through the sheepskin, and even through the screen, they seemed to smell the strong smell of rotten smell.

Because the sheepskin was placed on the shore, it smelled completely after being left for four days in summer.

But they did not experience the process of riding on a sheepskin raft. They only took pictures of the process of making the sheepskin rafts, so they ran to Xinjiang and drifted the Gobi Desert.

Mulberry paper in Mengmen Town, Liulin, Shanxi, sheepskin raft in Longwan Village, Jingtai, Gansu, Dai oil paper umbrella in Mengzhe Town, Menghai County, Yunnan...

The picture is very compact, the plot is basically gone, and it feels like it is very hasty.

However, this does not prevent them from viewing.

Especially when watching the old man Kanwen, who made oil paper umbrellas, sit against the wall, without saying a word, staring at the work in his hand, Lu Zi'an couldn't help but smile knowingly.

He has also made oil paper umbrellas.

Old Man Kanwen was busy with his hands and his movements were very skillful.

The 30 small bamboo pieces should be smooth, and then the opening should be sawed on the umbrella head as a support, which is 30.

Lu Zi'an stroked his fingers on his thighs and flicked them gently. He recalled the process of making an oil-paper umbrella in his mind. Although some details were slightly different, they were generally similar.

There was basically not much difficulty ahead, but when he watched Old Man Kanwen make umbrella bones, his brows frowned slightly.

If you use too much force, it won't be easy to stretch into an arc...

Sure enough, his worries were not redundant. In the end, the old man Kanwen slipped away.

Slide off once, do it again; do it again, do it once, do it once...

Looking at his slight downwards and tight lip lines, Lu Zian's heart also tightened, wishing he could replace him with his body.

Unfortunately, it's not in the same time and space, otherwise he would really want to go up and help him.

Fortunately, I repeated this eight times and finally succeeded.

Seeing him succeed, Lu Zian actually let out a long sigh. Seeing Director Zhang bought his five oil paper umbrellas, Old Man Kanwen smiled so happily. Lu Zian lowered his eyes slightly and looked at his hand.

I have always dreamed of walking around the world like a lone man, walking around the world with ease.

However, unexpectedly, the method of enlightenment in Youyi was seen in this documentary in advance.

Every skill brings novel touching to Lu Zian.

When everything was put out, the private room suddenly became quiet.

No one spoke, Lu Zian stared at the frozen picture and fell into his own thoughts.

"What, how..."

Director Zhang's voice interrupted his thoughts. Lu Zian came to his senses and looked at his obviously unconfident expression.

"Very good." Lu Zian nodded, thought about it and shook his head: "No, it's very good, very good! Really!"

He couldn't help but applaud hard, even if he was the only audience, he was willing to give all the glory of such a film!

Mr. Zhuo and Mr. Wen also applauded together. Amid such a slightly thin applause, Director Zhang's eyes gradually lit up.

His lips trembled slightly, and the original inconfidence in his eyes was gradually replaced by joy.

They set out from Beijing and headed all the way to Xinjiang, Tibet, Yunnan, Hunan, and then north.

After 126 days, 199 traditional crafts were photographed.

I was amazed at the complex traditional crafts that I had never seen before, and silently felt sad for those skills that were lost due to no one's inheritance.

After going through hardships on the way, I made the film after I came back, but I couldn't find a way out.

The TV stations found also refused in various ways, saying that they were not professional, that the dubbing was not good, that the picture was not good, and that some even asked them to overturn them all and start over.

But they all gritted their teeth and persevered.

Maybe it's OK.

The overturn and start over, re-dubbing, re-improving the picture, and making some gorgeous special effects may make the TV station look at it, but this is not the video they want to shoot.

He went to pursue his dreams. Isn’t he painted his dreams with great lacquer and repainted?

He doesn't want to.

Some people called him stupid, but he knew that all this was worth it.

"It's worth it." Lu Zi'an picked up the tea and held it in front of him with great importance: "Director Zhang, for your dreams and craftsmanship, I'll give you a cup."

Tea instead of wine, and his sincerity is filled with the cup.

Zhang Jing widened his eyes, and his chest seemed to be blocked by something, and he was so burned.

He took the cup and drank it in one sip. It seemed that something fell into the cup. It was bitter and astringent when he drank it, but after it was in his mouth, it slowly returned to sweetness.

The real bitterness comes after all.

He was even happier than the TV station's approval.

When he was happy, he couldn't help but talk, pulling Lu Zi'an upside down and talking about some small things that happened during the journey.

Lu Zian always listened carefully, with a smile on the corner of his lips.

He really likes to listen to these small details, as if he is immersed in the scene.

They went to have a meal, and Director Zhang also started to miss home after leaving home for a month, blaming himself and feeling pretentious.

Frames, scenes, form this vivid documentary.

Only these people can make such a film. Lu Zi'an lowered his eyes and smiled slightly.

During this period, Mr. Zhuo and Mr. Wen recalled the past from time to time, and many things could be combined with the pictures in the film.

Watching this movie is like re-experience the years they have spent, it is really a magical experience.

The four of them had a great time chatting, so they had lunch and dinner.

It was not until the moon reached Zhongtian that Mr. Zhuo suddenly remembered that tomorrow was Lu Zi'an's big day, and slapped his thigh: "Oh, I can't continue chatting anymore. Zi'an, you have to go back and go to bed early!"

Before he could even say goodbye, Lu Zian was pushed into the car.

This gathering finally ended.

When Lu Zian arrived at home, he remembered that they were having too much chat and even forgot to leave their contact information. He couldn't help but laugh under the shower.

It was obviously for him to help, but in the end he completely forgot about it, and no one even mentioned asking him to find a way to promote it...

They are all people with temperament, it's really interesting. I haven't met anyone like this for a long time.
Chapter completed!