After the performance, everyone cleaned up the scene while chatting. Xie Lan and Dou Sheng together dismantled sixteen sets of camera positions, lenses, cameras, tripods, and fully packed two trolley cases.
A group of people carried their things and walked towards the school gate with difficulty. Xie Lan carried the violin on his back and planned to buy a cup of milk tea.
He wanted the one called "Chang'an" with oolong tea base, whole sugar, cheese cream, and cocoa powder.
Dou Sheng suddenly muttered beside him: "I'm going to buy a cup of milk tea, I haven't had Chang'an for a long time."
"!"
Xie Lan suddenly turned her head to stare at him, her pupils trembling slightly.
Dou Sheng touched his face subconsciously, "What's wrong?"
Xie Lan said blankly, "No..."
Can Dou Sheng read minds?
He learned about a mysterious witchcraft society in British school, and its members claimed that they could read minds.
Xie Lan paused, put aside distracting thoughts, and tried to think in his heart: Dou Sheng is sick.
He thought about it three times before sneaking a glance to his side.
Dou Sheng smiled and said, "I know what you're thinking, don't you think that the chords fit well just now?"
"..."
Xie Lan returned to her expressionless face: "Well, I praise you."
Walking to the door of the milk tea shop, Chen Ge said, "Let's go first."
Everyone's chatter stopped, and Dai You patted him on the shoulder, "Let's go brother, we haven't had dinner together for a long time."
"I still have something to do at home." Chen Ge walked away calmly.
The girls were silent, no one persuaded, but no one nodded. After being frozen for two seconds, Dou Sheng raised his head from the phone screen and said casually, "Ah, goodbye."
Chen Ge glanced at him, turned and left.
When he passed by Dou Sheng and Xie Lan, he stopped again and said to Dou Sheng, "Give me as much as you give to others."
Dou Sheng curled his lips, "I gave everyone 20,000 to 30,000 yuan, but what's wrong with bullying you if you're not in class four? If you don't believe me, ask them."
"Ah..." Liu Yixuan glanced at Dou Sheng with ghost-watching eyes, "Yes, he did say to give up to 30,000."
Chen Ge frowned, seeming a little uncertain. After a while, he waved his hands impatiently, "Whatever."
The moment he passed by, Xie Lan noticed that there was a thick foundation on the corner of his mouth, and under the foundation was a shallow bruise that was not completely covered.
Dou Sheng waited for him to walk away before sighing, "At least I know how to cover up the injuries on my face, and change into clean clothes for the camera."
Dai You was worried, "What the hell is he doing now? Being a thug? Why does he get new injuries every time I see him?"
"Who knows." Dou Sheng looked away from the alley where Chen Ge's figure disappeared, and said indifferently: "Leave him alone."
After eating, I hurriedly sent my things home, and when I rushed back to school, I just stepped on the evening study bell. Dou Sheng pressed the table and flew into the seat. Before his butt landed, he had already turned on the tablet, ready to transfer the material from the memory card to the hard disk.
Xie Lan couldn't help asking, "As for the rush?"
Dou Sheng said in a low voice, "It must be uploaded before tomorrow morning, otherwise the popularity will be robbed by the screen recording, and you will have no data."
He paused and asked again, "You are the main creator, do you know how to use Final Cut Pro, or PR?"
Both FCP and PR are editing software, Xie Lan can use both, but he was stunned at Dou Sheng for a while, and he always felt that the sentence just now was a bit strange.
It seems to be a question, but it doesn't sound like an inquiry, it's more like confirming a fact that Dou Sheng already knew.
Xie Lan couldn't figure it out, so he could only nod his head and said, "I can do both, go back to the dormitory and lend me your computer."
"It's too late to go back to the dormitory." Dou Sheng said immediately, "You can sort out the evening self-study first, and list the shots you want to splice. We will divide the work after we go back."
Xie Lan was stunned, "Why did you suddenly become so motivated?"
Dou Sheng sighed, "It's the first time for me to create a personal project, kid Xie Lan, of course you must use your ambition wisely!"
blade?
Xie Lan looked at him half-understood for a while, and said oh.
Sixteen camera positions each have a complete 20-minute material, although the amount is large, but fortunately they are all fixed angles of view, and the time axis is also easy to align.
Xie Lan returned to the dormitory and started directly from the three panoramic camera positions, watching and editing while Dou Sheng looked at the list he made up for his evening self-study, went to other materials to find the shots he wanted to splice, and recorded the minutes of the clips directly. Take it out.
It was very noisy outside the corridor, but it was very quiet in the small room, only the sound of the computer hard disk running and the mouse clicking.
Dou Sheng said, "Number 4, 2 minutes 15 seconds 22 to 19 seconds 18, close-up of the side of Totoro Pipa."
"Um."
"Actually, I think 2 points and 12 can also be used. The wind blows a bit, and the plucking action of the pipa is very beautiful."
"good."
Xie Lan casually typed what Dou Sheng said into the memo in the upper right corner of the screen, clicked on the timeline with the mouse, and skillfully pressed the shortcut keys with his left hand.
In fact, he hasn't edited a video for a long time. He thought it would be very jerky, such as multi-layer cutting, time magnifying glass, panning timeline... If you ask him what the shortcut key is, he really can't remember it, but this time he puts his hands on it. There will be subconscious actions on the keyboard, without thinking at all, as if those instructions have been printed into DNA.
The first song "My Neighbor Totoro" was edited for nearly two hours, until both Dai You and Wang Gou returned from the study room of the dormitory. Afraid of disturbing their sleep, Xie Lan slipped out of the dormitory with Dou Sheng holding the equipment.
Before going out, Dou Shenglin grabbed a handful of chocolates in the cabinet, opened a piece and handed it to Xie Lan, "This is the magic tool for cutting videos. It is necessary all night. Have you finished cutting the chinchilla?"
Xie Lan sucked the rich sweetness in his mouth and hummed.
"Have you checked the subtitles and audio tracks?"
Xie Lan swallowed the chocolate before saying, "I'm done cutting it, it must include these."
Dou Sheng breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile, "It's only been an hour and a half, and your efficiency is a bit high."
Hearing this, Xie Lan just glanced at him and said nothing.
In fact, it is not only him who is efficient, but also Dou Sheng. Xie Lan also spent money to ask his classmates to help him find material before, but the timeline drawn by laymen is always wrong. After cutting it out, he finds that it is not the shot he wanted at all, and sometimes it is completely irrelevant, which is a big headache.
But Dou Sheng and him may have some kind of tacit understanding in aesthetics, or the common professionalism of million-level fan bloggers. Dou Sheng is very accurate in finding, accurate to milliseconds, and each clip is directly based on the time of Dou Sheng's feedback. Cutting the parameters happened to be exactly what Xie Lan wanted in his mind, not bad at all.
The co-op experience is so silky smooth it's comforting.
It's already eleven o'clock, the sophomores go to bed early, and several rooms are dark.
Dou Sheng and Xie Lan moved the stool to the stairwell and continued to work. The voice-activated light went off every few seconds. Dou Sheng looked down at the material, and when the light went off, he hummed softly to make the light turn on again.
That low voice always makes Xie Lan break away from the thought of editing the video for a second. He obviously doesn't think about anything, but he just cares about that voice. It's not the kind of caring about being quarreled, but an indescribable sense of existence.
Out of the corner of the eye, Dou Sheng's slender fingers swipe across the screen, every move has that sense of presence.
The moment the time in the lower right corner of the computer changed from 23:59 to 00:00, Xie Lan just pressed the save button to save the completed second song.
Then, the computer screen went black unexpectedly.
"Fuck me!!!"
Dou Sheng, who happened to look over with his head, let out a scream, jumped up from the stool, ran up a few steps, and stared back at Xie Lan who was sitting there holding the computer.
Xie Lan was stunned: "Do you have some brain disease?"
"Have you seen the time? The computer is blacked out at midnight." Dou Sheng's Adam's apple twitched, "Don't you think it's weird? At midnight, a hundred ghosts go out."
"??"
Xie Lan's face was stinky, "I only saw a coward."
He paused, and added: "The kind of coward who is as timid as a bean."
Dou Sheng clicked his tongue and put his hand into his trouser pocket, "Look at what's going on with the screen."
Xie Lan is already checking. There is sound from the computer, and the main unit is obviously still working, but the screen is not lit. He pressed ctrl+s to save, shut down and restart, there was a boot sound, but the screen was still pitch black.
Dou Sheng jumped down from the steps in two or three steps, and snapped the computer on, "Liang Liang, I lost the chain at a critical moment."
Xie Lan subconsciously asked, "What should I do?"
"What can I do, it can only be used as an external host, and I need to find a display screen."
Xie Lan was at a loss, "Where can I find the display screen?"
...
If he had known that Dou Sheng's "looking for a display screen" was in an Internet cafe, Xie Lan would never have agreed. Regular Internet cafes in China restrict minors, but the one that Dou Sheng brought him doesn't care about it at all, the staff is mixed, and the environment is extremely poor.
It's already midnight, and the men playing games in the Internet cafe are still shouting loudly, the smell of takeaway is permeating, and even the non-smoking area is wafting the smell of nicotine from the smoking area.
Xie Lan sat down in the cracked leather computer chair, looked at the dregs of skin falling on the jeans, and began to shut himself up.
The elder brother hammered the keyboard behind him, "Shang Dan's mother is raising pigs in her head, I really fucked it!!!"
Dou Sheng reminded in a low voice, "Here, don't learn any words you hear."
Xie Lan looked at him faintly, "Thank you for reminding me."
Dou Sheng couldn't help laughing, "When did you learn it? It's so weird."
Ah.
Xie Lan sneered, connected the computer to the screen of the Internet cafe, and reluctantly began to operate.
In fact, it will be more accurate to pull the time axis after changing to a larger screen. Once you are immersed in the subtle flow experience, it is completely OK to cut videos here.
Xie Lan was editing the video while listening to Dou Sheng's report, which was also quite strange. Surrounded by shouts of killing, the tables, chairs and benches were beaten crazily, but Dou Sheng's low voice was still very clear. It seemed that the more noisy the surroundings were, the more there would be the presence of that low, youthful voice.
At one o'clock in the morning, Xie Lan finished cutting the third song and began to think about how to fade out at the end of the film.
He casually asked: "We ran away from bed again, won't we be checked by the old Hu?"
Dou Sheng said without raising his head, "Don't worry. The housekeeper checked the dormitory after ten o'clock. We were both there at that time. As long as we don't go back tonight, how could Hu Xiujie be caught?"
Too.
Xie Lan felt relieved, and looked back at his elder brother who had fallen asleep twisted on the chair.
"Then... are you really sleeping here?" He felt a little bitter.
Dou Sheng raised his eyebrows, "Didn't we agree, let's experience domestic hardcore high school life together."
Xie Lan's face was numb, "Just lie, who else in our class has this kind of high school life except you?"
In the final fade out, Xie Lan finally chose the section recorded before the venue layout. On the clean lawn, the wind blows the sycamore tree and shakes gently. Two sycamore leaves swirled and fell from the tree. The band group flashed like a memory Back, the camera slowly moved up and stopped at the clear blue sky.
--Symphony Symphony in the Indus Grassland in Early Summer
by Class 2 and 4 of Senior Secondary School of Yinghua Middle School.
As beautiful as the lens is, the snoring behind it is as deafening.
Utopia and reality.
Xie Lan typed the last word, dropped the mouse, and sighed, "I can't see the problem anymore."
Dou Sheng put his hand on his shoulder, and tapped his collarbone with his fingers like playing a piano, "It's hard work, I'll see again."
As soon as two o'clock in the middle of the night, Xie Lan's brain became numb, and his Chinese ability was basically lost. He didn't like staying up late, so he tried to curl himself up on the simple chair, hugging his knees and preparing to sleep for a while.
The surroundings also quieted down, he rested his mind in the dark for a while, and couldn't help looking up at Dou Sheng again.
Dou Sheng is checking the video carefully. Looking up from a low angle, his shoulder blades are protruding a bit more than usual. When he was young, he seemed to support his clothes on a bone frame, but Dou Sheng is very good-looking, and people can't help but keep their eyes on him. , the kind of beauty that measures his whole body with his eyes.
Xie Lan looked at it for a while, feeling a little dizzy, so she buried her head again.
In fact, he had a very happy day today, even though he would curl up in the Internet cafe in a mess, listening to the sound of Dou Sheng clicking the mouse from time to time, he still felt a little satisfied.
When I woke up, my whole body was sore, and there was silence around me.
Xie Lan opened his eyes. There were no curtains in the internet cafe, and the messy space was shrouded in the morning light. All the guys in the internet cafe all night fell asleep, and Dou Sheng was also lying on the computer desk.
The screen is black, but the laptop is still running. Xie Lan subconsciously touched the blank space, and the interface that lit up was his B station background, the video was uploaded successfully, and it was in the review queue.
The sound of the space bar woke up Dou Sheng, who struggled to get up from the table and stretched himself.
"What time is it?" Dou Sheng's voice was a little hoarse.
"Five fifty." Xie Lan said.
Dou Sheng looked at the computer and heaved a sigh of relief, "Finally the upload was successful, let's go back to the classroom and go to sleep."
Xie Lan put her schoolbag on her back, followed behind Dou Sheng, and carefully walked around a drunk man who was sleeping on the ground with a wine bottle in his arms.
When he reached the door, he couldn't help but glance back at the man, making sure that the man was still alive, his belly rising and falling with his breathing.
Xie Lan sighed, "What's the name of the word you said about Che Ziming last time? Great reward for deceptive behavior in the world?"
Dou Sheng didn't return.
Xie Lan was about to turn his head to ask again, when Dou Sheng suddenly grabbed his wrist and forcibly dragged him from the door to the back.
It's like a movie agent, using the door as a cover and standing against the wall.
Xie Lan was a little dazed, "What's wrong?"
Are there enemies outside?
Dou Sheng looked like a ghost, and said angrily, "Hu... Xiu... Jie..."
Xie Lan suddenly became numb, "Why did she come?"
Dou Sheng gritted his teeth and said, "I don't know."
A cold female voice sounded outside the door-"Come out! Dou Sheng and Xie Lan, I saw you."
"..."
There was a small round mirror hanging by the door of the Internet cafe. Xie Lan looked at his and Dou Sheng's faces in the mirror, and vaguely saw a word on his forehead.
--Dangerous!
He reasonably suspects that he recently caught up with Mercury Retrograde, Chinese Mercury retrograde, and the retrograde orbit hit the Hu Xiujie asteroid, and he will be arrested for every violation, and he will be arrested every time he is caught.
The two lost their vitality, their eyes were dull, and they stepped out from the broken threshold.
Dou Sheng asked quietly: "Teacher, master, how did you catch us?"
Hu Xiujie's face was full of anger, and she wanted to kick her foot. Dou Sheng didn't hide, but she held back herself and just stared at the two of them fiercely.
"Routinely check the Internet cafes near the school."
Dou Sheng couldn't help but whispered, "I should have gone back to the dormitory in the middle of the night if I knew it earlier."
Hu Xiujie still couldn't hold back, and gave him a kidnapping.
After beating Dou Sheng hard, she sneered at Xie Lan again, "What is this for today? The pressure is so great that you need to come to the Internet cafe to vent?"
Xie Lan said in a low voice, "No, I am in a hurry to edit a video, my computer is broken."
Hu Xiujie's face was numb, "Did I say that I should not delay my normal study and life because of extracurricular activities?"
Xie Lan replied truthfully, "No."
Hu Xiujie stumbled on the sole of his foot, and almost stepped into the gap between the floor tiles with his heel. Dou Sheng hurriedly pulled her back and said, "I've said it before, I haven't told Xie Lan, but I've told you, many times."
Hu Xiujie sneered, "Do you know what to do?"
Xie Lan and Dou Sheng sighed simultaneously.
"Know."
"Know."
After the grassland concert video was approved, the data soared, and the platform operator sent Xie Lan an internal message, congratulating him on being named a new star, and said that he would make a poster.
However, Xinrui himself didn't care about replying to the news at all, and he didn't attend the morning class, lying on the wall of the corridor to write the inspection.
Hu Xiujie became very angry this time, and was ordered not to finish the pre-workout inspection, so he went directly to the parents, no one said it would work.
It happened to be Chinese in the morning, and Lao Qin ran out while everyone was reading, and looked melancholy at Xie Lan's self-criticism on the wall.
"Doing evil for evil, what is the word, change it quickly."
He sighed, "Dou Sheng, can you help him?"
Dou Sheng bit the cap of his pen and wrote like flying, glanced at Xie Lan, and said vaguely: "Don't write it, I will do it for you, I promised last time."
Xie Lan said thank you immediately when he heard the words, tore up the rags he had written with a few swipes, and put them in his pocket.
Lao Qin immediately turned around, waved his hands and said, "I didn't hear anything, I didn't see anything, you two can take care of yourself."
The weather is not bad today, the wind outside the window is blowing in the corridor, neither hot nor cold.
Xie Lan didn't eat breakfast, feeling a little dizzy, reached into Dou Sheng's pocket and touched two pieces of chocolate.
"Eat?" he asked.
Dou Sheng continued to write like a god, "Peel off a piece for me."
Xie Lan tore off the wrapping paper, took the pen cap from Dou Sheng's mouth, and stuffed chocolate into his mouth.
Did not rest well, headache, very annoying. When I am bored, I can't write the review, and I don't bother to watch the video data. I just want to stand in this empty corridor, with the wind blowing, and chocolate in my mouth, while listening to Dou Sheng's writing, while quietly relaxing for a while .
After a while, Xie Lan suddenly thought of something, "Do you really want to read it under the red flag, the kind that the whole school can hear?"
Dou Sheng said in a low voice, "It's not that shameful. There is no compulsory broadcasting of gymnastics in English and Chinese. The third year of high school runs in the back playground. The first and second graders basically go to the cafeteria to buy food. There are not many people in the front playground."
He paused and then said, "It is said that Hu Xiujie has started to believe in spiritual education in the past two years. The review under the red flag is not to shame you, but to reflect on it. Growing up in such a good motherland and receiving so much love, why don't you think about making progress? Woolen cloth."
Xie Lan was a little confused: "Why?"
Dou Sheng stopped writing and stared at him steadily, Xie Lan was stunned for a while before suddenly saying: "Oh, because you led me to the wrong."
Dou Sheng smiled proudly, and after a while he said, "I made a mistake this time. I should have thought of it. I just raided the dormitory a while ago, and this time I will definitely change positions. We should go back directly after we finish editing the film."
It's useless to say so much.
Xie Lan sighed, "It's not your fault, it's all to help me edit the film."
It is estimated that it is a bit difficult to write two inspections for the same matter, but they still cannot be written the same. Dou Sheng wrote his one for a long time. It was not until the second period was over that Hu Xiujie's high-heeled shoes sounded at the other end of the corridor. Tear off a piece of paper, fold it and stuff it into Xie Lan's hands.
"Don't expand, our words are too different, she will find out." Dou Sheng reminded in a low voice.
Hearing this, Xie Lan immediately closed the piece of paper that had just been opened, and sighed softly, "You still have experience."
Hu Xiujie came to them with a cold face, "Finished?"
Dou Sheng lowered his head, "We're done writing, we're ready to face our mistakes on the flag stage."
"Today's senior high school exam, there are no people between classes, so you are lucky." Hu Xiujie knocked on the front door of the class with a sneer, and rushed in, "Everyone in my class comes out, and listen to the review of these two top students you admire. After the class is divided, I think you are getting more and more outrageous! Let me reflect on it together!"
Xie Lan couldn't help asking, "Teacher, if it's only our class, don't go out."
"Am I the teacher or are you the teacher?" Hu Xiujie glared at him, "Xie Lan! I'm just too gentle with you!"
Xie Lan: "..."
Between him and Hu Xiujie, there must be someone who has misunderstood the word gentle.
The whole class lingered to gather in the front playground, sporadically, there were other students from other classes passing by, watching Dou Sheng and Xie Lan standing on the stage, whispering to each other.
Dou Sheng whispered to Xie Lan, "Do you still remember our previous agreement?"
Xie Lan was taken aback, "What agreement?"
"Don't talk!" Hu Xiujie said angrily, "Xie Lan comes first!"
Xie Lan's scalp was numb, he sighed, and reluctantly moved two steps under the national flag, unfolding the speech draft prepared for him by Dou Sheng.
Then, he subtly freezes.
There are densely written words on the paper, and some words are marked with pinyin. The first sentence - "Yu is too big, and Gai will delay the schoolwork with my spare chores."
Classical Chinese?
He stared back at Dou Sheng in disbelief, and asked with his eyes: Are you crazy?
Dou Sheng didn't seem to have received the signal, and his gaze chased the air aimlessly.
Xie Lan: "..."
Hu Xiujie urged: "Hurry up, let you come down early to save face for you, and see how you feel after running and practicing in the third year of high school!"
Xie Lan let out a long sigh and had no choice but to bite the bullet and read aloud. "Yu is too big, and Gai missed his studies with idle trivial matters. But there is a reason for everything, and I regret it now-"
There was a crash from below, and Che Ziming's pupils trembled, "Xie Lan! Are you possessed by Wenquxing?"
Wang Gou couldn't help clapping his hands, "Could this be the legend that you want to learn Chinese secretly and amaze everyone?"
Hu Xiujie frowned and patted the lecture table, "Quiet! Xie Lan, what's the matter?"
Xie Lan sighed, "Just... I've been studying ancient prose recently, so I just took this opportunity to practice."
Che Ziming said in a low voice, "I believe in your evil."
Dai You: "... would like to hear the details."
Hu Xiujie's expression was unpredictable, a bit like the spiritual and cultural heritage that Xie Lan had heard before - Sichuan Opera Changing Face.
After changing it countless times, she said stiffly, "Then you can continue."
Xie Lan sighed lightly.
The sun is sunny, the sky is bright, and the heart of spring is moving.
The sound of thanking guests, rituals and music, and the friendship of sympathy, I want to promote it.
If the waves are about to flourish, it will be well-known if it is compiled carefully.
May it be small, but work together with friends, regardless of business.
It was praised by friends, good cooperation, and most of it was completed quickly.
However, the misfortune comes from a friend, the weapon is blunt, and it is destroyed halfway, and the time is tight.
Angry friends get angry at them without fighting, and they need to make up for it.
The two of us couldn't sleep until midnight. Although we regretted it, it was too late.
The extracurricular work has only improved so far, and the big mistakes must be remembered.
...
Xie Lan was numb to reading, and felt that he had become Dou Sheng's reading machine, his soul was dead, and only his cold body remained.
He mechanically read to the end of the page, raised his eyes from the paper and glanced around--
There was a chill, the students raised their heads stupidly, their eyes were straight, and they lost the character of owls.
Even Hu Xiujie beside him put on a mask of confusion.
There is one more page behind, Xie Lan turned the page, and continued to read without any disturbance--
"All in all, speaking in human terms, I have already deeply realized my mistakes. I have violated school discipline many times when I just returned to my motherland. I am really sorry for my motherland, my teachers, and my classmates. For this, I just want to say..."
His voice suddenly stopped, looking at the last four words, his brain was in a daze.
Human mouths may have inertia, especially after being kidnapped for a long time to read a cross-species language--
Xie Lan remained dazed and said hesitantly, "As expected...it's...me?"
The wind blew past Hu Xiujie's shocked face.
Blowing past the owls of the fourth class, blowing past the crowd who heard the wind not far away.
Makes one want to die.
The author has something to say: The egg nest was very harmonious yesterday, but today the atmosphere suddenly became a little tense.
The keyboardist followed behind the lazy egg, and when he found it walked a few steps, he suddenly turned around and looked around suspiciously.
Typing on the keyboard: what's wrong?
Lazy stared at her warily for a while: Help me see if there is a sticker on the back of my eggshell.
No. The person typing on the keyboard asked, when did you post the words?
Lazy let out a long sigh, and Doudan said he was going to play a ball teasing contest with me, and posted words behind my back every day.
Those who typed on the keyboard were a little curious: what did it post?
Posted cute yesterday! Lazy is taking inventory angrily: In the morning, he also posted "Doulan's Nest", "Friends of Doudan", "Property Rights of Doudan"...
Typing on the keyboard interrupts it: it's all very friendly postings.
You do not understand. Lazy groaning: the glue is sticky on the eggshell!