Chapter 252 Painting (8,000 words updated apology)
Wu Mu is in very good natural condition.
It’s just that the skills are not activated.
Who has nothing to do during the rehearsal to use skills?
The song he was arranging was the soundtrack used in "He Disappeared" before, the song "Nothing".
This competition is indeed a bit difficult. It doesn’t matter if they are all talented singers. There is no limit to original new songs from singer-songwriter groups.
If the singer who comes on stage sings some Blue Star classics, he may not be sure to win.
So we have to hit hard!
The songs he produced are beyond the level of fine songs and are directly considered masterpieces.
The most famous song "Nothing" by Cui Jian, the godfather of rock and roll on earth, can be regarded as an undisputed masterpiece.
It just so happens that singing this song can also promote his new album and help cash in the system's profit card, so that A Tong doesn't have to work so hard and can do everything by himself.
"Thank you, teachers. Sorry for the trouble, teachers."
After the morning's rehearsal, Wu Mu thanked the band teachers who participated in the rehearsal.
The accompaniment band teachers waved their hands quickly, "Teacher Wu Mu is very polite. It is our honor to participate in the first singing of such a song."
In the next few days, Wu Mu I am busy with program rehearsals, and occasionally have to deal with the recording of the new album.
Time flew by and we were just waiting for the show to start.
Then, before the show even started, he received a call from Lin Qingyue.
"Wu Mu, do you have time? I'd like to treat you to a meal."
A treat to you?
Wu Mu looked at the sky outside. It was already seven or eight o'clock, and it was almost completely dark.
But he just hadn't eaten yet.
"Okay, where to go? Are you driving or should I drive?" he asked casually.
Lin Qingyue smiled, "No need to drive, just come to my house."
Huh?
Want to have dinner at Director Lin’s house?
Wu Mu was slightly surprised. The two of them often ate together because their homes were close to each other, but they usually ate out and occasionally ate at his house.
This is my first time going to Lin Qingyue’s house to eat.
Wu Mu hesitated, "Are my uncle and aunt here too?"
If Lin Qingyue's parents were at home, it would be a bit inappropriate for him to go.
“No, my dad is filming in the northwest, and my mom is attending a film festival abroad, so we are both not at home.”
"Oh."
After ten minutes, Wu Mu walked to the door of Lin Qingyue's house.
Lin Qingyue was already waiting at the door.
Wu Mu was quite surprised, "Why did Director Lin think about asking me to have dinner at your house today?"
Lin Qingyue laughed, "Originally I wanted to ask Zhou Min and the others, but I thought I think they may not have time, so forget it.”
"Just the two of us?"
"Well, come in, you don't need to take off your shoes."
Although Wu Mu usually sends Lin Qingyue back home, this time it's Lin Qingyue's time. This is really his first time at home.
He looked at Lin Qingyue's house with some curiosity.
Lin Qingyue's home looks like a European-style villa with a slope roof from the outside. The overall color is mainly gray and brown, and it looks simple and low-key.
It's almost the same style after entering the door. The wooden floor, brown sofa, and some oil paintings hanging on the wall all look simple and steady.
Lin Qingyue smiled and patted him, "I'll show you around."
"Okay."
Not in a hurry to eat, Lin Qingyue took the Zhu Wumu started strolling around her house.
The area of Lin Qingyue's house is slightly smaller than that of Wu Mu's house, but after excluding the attic and basement, it has two floors, so the area of each floor is larger than his house.
"Going over to the living room here is the master bedroom on the first floor, my mother's room, and then there are two guest bedrooms, one is empty, and the other is my father's room."
It’s okay if Director Lin’s parents sleep in separate rooms, or should her mother live in the master bedroom?
Wu Mu murmured in his heart, capturing the key information.
“This is my dad’s study room. It is used to store the books he usually reads. There is actually another layer underground for storing various equipment he usually uses. Some of my equipment is also placed underneath. On the first floor, the audio-visual system I got from your house is placed there.”
After reading the first floor, it is followed by the second floor where Lin Qingyue lives.
As soon as we walk to the second floor, the decoration style becomes obviously younger and more lively.
Not only are the colors lighter, but also the decorative paintings hanging on the walls
Going up the corridor of Lin Qingyue’s house, there are many paintings hanging on the walls, and there are paintings every other section. vice.
Wu Mu didn’t pay much attention at first, but after looking at an oil painting at the stairway on the second floor, he couldn’t help but stop and said, “Which master are these paintings by? Why? Looks like this”
Childlike?
The previous paintings were all in the abstract style. He didn't understand art, let alone what the paintings were, so he couldn't see any skills.
But in the picture at the top of the stairs, the upper part is a very abstract sky with lines like Van Gogh's oil paintings, and the lower part is a square car that looks like a child's graffiti with crayons, with people sitting in it. A few square figures.
Lin Qingyue glanced at him funny, "I painted them. When I was six or seven years old, my mother sent me to learn oil painting. These were all painted at that time."
Wu Mu smiled slightly, "That's no wonder."
He raised his thumb and marveled, "Master Lin, you have been so artistically inclined since you were a child."
"Hey, no matter how weird you are, I'm going to hang this painting in your home."
"Haha."
"This is my bedroom."
Lin Qingyue opened the bedroom door and generously let Wu Mu have a look.
Quite girlish?
Wu Mu muttered in his heart.
Different from Director Lin’s always generous and independent image, Director Lin’s room is quite warm and girlish.
Not only were there a lot of dolls and pendants placed on the bed, but also on the table. There were also various small sundries and small potted plants. There was also a pair of white sneakers randomly thrown on the floor next to the bed. It looked like Full of life.
Lin Qingyue walked in, straightened the shoes scattered on the ground in a casual manner, and said with a smile, "I changed them when I came back in the afternoon and forgot to put them away."
"Yes. .”
Wu Mu nodded and didn't look at it much. He glanced at it briefly and ignored it.
“This is my study, the one diagonally opposite is the audio-visual room, and the one next to the window is a small studio.”
Lin Qingyue took Wu Mu to visit the study.
There is a large bookshelf against the wall on the left side of the study room, which contains various books, mostly professional books on various directors and photographers. Looking at the signs of use, it is obvious that they are not just pretending, but are read regularly.
But what caught Wu Mu’s attention the most was the large photo frame hanging on the wall next to the desk.
The photo frame is composed of many small photos. In the photos, there are Lin Qingyue of various ages and stages. Lin Qingyue noticed his gaze and said with a smile, "These are photos of me from birth to now. I choose one to put in every year."
I lost interest this afternoon.
He walked closer and looked at Lin Qingyue's photos curiously.
Don't mention it, beautiful people stand out even when they are young. Except for the first photo when they were born, they look ugly and have no appearance, the rest of the time they are polished.
Especially when I was young, my whole body looked pink and tender, which made people have the urge to go up and take a bite.
The one-year-old photo should have been taken during the Zhou Chou Ceremony. Director Lin, who was sitting on the table, was holding a small seal and chewing on it with drooling water. People around him were laughing.
The two-year-old is riding forward on a small car with a focused face.
When I was three years old, I pulled the hair of a girl who was crying loudly, pursed her lips tightly, and looked stubborn.
Wu Mu carefully observed the appearance of the crying little girl in the photo, and became a little happy, "Is this Zhou Min?"
Lin Qingyue smiled and nodded, "It was her. I beat her to tears when she snatched my doll."
"She was not allowed to snatch it back after seeing this photo."
" It’s no use, I have the film.”
Wu Mu laughed and continued reading.
When I was four years old, I sat and watched movies with my parents. When I was five years old, I celebrated my birthday with the whole family. When I was six years old, I cried while holding a paintbrush. When I was seven years old, I held hands with Zhou Min after school.
Looking at these photos, Wu Mu could somewhat imagine part of Lin Qingyue's past life.
Looking like ordinary people, he laughed and cried, living a happy and carefree childhood.
That's it
Wu Mu pointed at the twelve-year-old Lin Qingyue in a strange way, looking at the photo of her father on the set, and asked strangely, "Why does this picture look a bit unhappy?" What does it look like?”
And not just this one, but the next few, they all look unhappy.
Lin Qingyue smiled and sighed, "When I was a child, I didn't understand anything and I could be silly and happy without thinking about anything. When I grow up and understand some things, I find that life is not that good, and naturally I won't be happy anymore. "
"You should be in your first year of junior high school at the age of twelve, right? What could be unhappy about this?"
"Yes, there are quite a few, such as finding out that my parents don't actually have much of a relationship. Well, for example, I found out that my dad was planning to let me play with Chen Qian and the others more, so as to cultivate friendship and facilitate future development in the system."
Wu Mu was startled and looked at Lin Qingyue.
Lin Qingyue still looked like she didn't take it to heart, and smiled at him, "Three artists in one family are too many. Someone has to hold an umbrella."
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"My dad originally planned for me to get into the University of Political Science and Law and become a public servant directly. I didn't want to, so I still took the Nortel exam. However, after graduation, I was really annoyed and had no choice but to join the Beijing TV station as arranged."
Wu Mu was silent for a moment and nodded, "There are too many things in life that you cannot control."
He skipped it and did not talk about the topic again, but continued to look at the photos.
Lin Qingyue, who is in junior high school, must have entered a period of youthful rebellion and reflection, and she always looks unhappy.
Then when I got to high school, I was no longer unhappy, and I often smiled in photos. However, compared with the laughter I had when I was a child, I always felt that it was less sincere, and it was quite similar to what it is now.
In addition to the prototype of her current style, Wu Mu also made an unexpected discovery, "Director Lin, did you have long hair when you were in high school?"
In the photo, Lin Qingyue had long hair after she was sixteen years old. Keep your hair long.
With long black hair that reaches past her shoulders, she looks like a goddess.
"Well, I got it cut off in my sophomore year."
Lin Qingyue nodded, then asked with a smile, "Does short hair or long hair look better?"
Wu Mu looked at the photo and then at Lin Qingyue herself beside him. To tell the truth, "They are both pretty good-looking."
"Haha."
After cutting off his hair, the person in the photo She was almost the same as Lin Qingyue now.
After seeing the blank space on the photo after the age of twenty-two, he asked curiously, "What kind of photos does Director Lin plan to use for this year's photos?"
Lin Qingyue thought. Thinking, "I haven't thought about it yet."
Wu Mu recommended, "You can use the celebration photos of the youngest popular variety show director when the entire season of Star Agency was finished."
Lin Qingyue's eyes slightly curved, "I'll think about it."
< br>After looking at the photos, Wu Mu originally wanted to go out and visit Director Lin's video room and studio, but just as he was about to lift his feet, his eyes caught a glimpse of a thick pile of manuscript paper on the desk next to him.
On the cover of the first manuscript paper is written the storyboard of "Letter, Cherry Blossoms, Farewell" in large characters.
Hey, is this the storyboard of Director Lin’s previous project?
Wu Mu looked at the stack of manuscript papers curiously and asked, "Can I take a look?"
He asked, but after waiting for two seconds, he received no response.
He turned to look at Lin Qingyue in confusion, and then found that Lin Qingyue was also looking at him, with a look on her face as if she was thinking. After looking at him for two seconds, she nodded. "Let's see."
Huh?
Wu Mu picked up the storyboard paper doubtfully and opened it.
Inside is the same style as the lower half of the previous oil painting, with various round and square figures.
However, it can be seen that Director Lin has really learned it, and his level is not low. Even with this abstract little figure painting, he can immediately feel the scene he wants to express in the storyboard. Effect.
The story of the split scene is probably similar to the story Lin Qingyue briefly told him before, which is the story of a young man meeting the girl he likes and then breaking up.
But compared to what Lin Qingyue told him before, there is another paragraph above, which is the perspective of another girl looking at the boy.
But even with more straightforward and detailed storyboards, he still couldn't understand the story and didn't know what it wanted to express.
He flipped through Lin Qingyue's simple storyboard and quickly finished it, turning to the last page.
Then looking at the last page of the storyboard, he was stunned.
Different from the previous abstract paintings of little people, the last one is a detailed sketch.
This sketch is very detailed, and every hair of the character is vivid. It is obvious that it took a lot of effort to draw.
The person painted above is himself sitting under a tree, holding a guitar and smiling.
Wu Mu subconsciously looked at Lin Qingyue and found that Lin Qingyue was also looking at him, with no expression on her face.
Neither of them spoke, and after a few seconds of silence, Wu Mu laughed and said, "This picture can be hung in my home."
Lin Qingyue sighed and smiled, "Okay. Ah, I will frame it and hang it in your home later.”
“Yes.”
Wu Mu put down the storyboard and followed Lin Qingyue to visit the audio-visual room and studio.
After all this was done, the two returned to the restaurant on the first floor.
Wu Mu looked at the shabu-shabu on the dining room table and the various cooked dishes beside it, and clicked his tongue, "I thought you called me here for a big meal, Director Lin. Or try your cooking and end up eating shabu-shabu."
Lin Qingyue also looked a little helpless, "I originally wanted to make it myself, but after trying it, I found that it was not cooking. Forget it.”
Huh?
Does Director Lin really plan to do it himself?
What day is it today?
Wu Mu, who was just joking at first, was surprised.
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ps: Wow, sorry, the updates have been a bit messy in the past two days, with various duplications and missing updates. I would like to apologize.
I really worked hard at coding, but even though I am really handicapped and procrastinating, sitting in front of the computer for eight or nine hours a day, I can only code this much.
(End of this chapter)