You Made Me a Superstar

Chapter 347: Metamorphosis Again

Chapter 347 Transformation Again

Zhou Yang was actually a little anxious.

This is something that has never happened before, never even anxious at the lowest point.

Most people’s anxiety comes from outside.

Money, fame, desire, reprimand, pressure…

However, Zhou Yang’s anxiety stems from the unease in his heart.

I don’t know if it’s because I’ve been in this world too much and I’m gradually being assimilated. Zhou Yang always has scenes from the original world like Zhuang Zhou Mengdie and Die Meng Zhuang Zhou.

More importantly, he found that some people, some things, and even some pictures that he should remember clearly in that world began to become more and more blurred.

He felt that his memory was fading, and eventually, one day, he would not be able to remember everything in the original world.

Although he had thought about this kind of thing and was already prepared, Zhou Yang had an uncontrollable sense of anxiety that the things he had settled on were gradually pulled away, and eventually he became empty of nothing.

So…

He tried his best to write down what was in his mind. No matter what the incomplete melody was, he would write it down. Later, when he got up to the level, he would slowly try to fill it in…

So…

He studied hard, everything, everything, and he wanted to continue to stand up for those things that set up his life, so that he could be reborn.

But a lot of things are too hasty, and Zhou Yang’s actions of pulling the seedlings are tantamount to sinking himself into the abyss and finally getting lost in the vast darkness.

Wang Shuai, Huang Jiacheng, Christian, James Bond…

Each director has the specialties of each director. Zhou Yang followed them and learned their stuff. At first, he thought it was good, and the content of the filming was also very effective, but gradually, Zhou Yang discovered that something was wrong.

The effects and concepts of different directors are completely different for the same shot. Zhou Yang sat in front of the camera and took a lot of pictures, but the more he took the shots, the more he felt that it would not work.

June 5th.

The crew of “Infernal Affairs” was finally overwhelmed and filming was temporarily suspended.

Everyone’s emotions were not right, even Liu Hua was tortured to the point of being miserable.

Zhou Yang knew that he had to stop and couldn’t shoot any more.

After    announced that the crew had a day off, Zhou Yang left the crew. The moment he left the crew, Zhou Yang heard bursts of cheers.

He was stunned for a moment, then smiled wryly, realizing that if he continued in this state, he would not get better, only worse.

Everyone is quite depressed.

Actually, he was also very depressed.

“What the **** is a movie?”

“What is acting?”

Walking on the streets of Hong Kong Island, Zhou Yang silently looked at the streets and alleys where people came and went, and suddenly thought of this question.

He began to think, thinking about every director with different personalities he met, every director’s shooting techniques, and the ideas instilled in the film.

His thoughts gradually spread out, and the things that the people who have seen him have learned over the years, including the content in James Bond’s notebooks, have emerged one by one…

His head began to become very confusing, and he felt that the concept of film began to become very complicated, and then he thought of various arts.

Lens art, film art, realistic art, music art, performance art…

Art itself cannot be defined, it can be very niche, it can be very popular, it can be noble or vulgar to the core.

He became dazed and very exhausted. Thinking about these things made his head hurt. The more he thought about it, the more he realized that he couldn’t understand anything.

Walking and walking, I unknowingly arrived at the crew of “Night Walker”.

The crew of “Night Walker” was very high-pitched, surrounded by countless reporters. When Zhou Yang came to the edge of a big rock next to him, Django just came out of the crew, with a confident smile on his face, in front of the media like a a dazzling star.

“It is expected that the film will be finished next month!”

“This movie is a reference to Hollywood’s July movie “Silent World”…”

Zhou Yang looked at Django, who was chatting and laughing in front of reporters, and pricked up his ears to listen.

Django always looks confident in front of the media. His speech is full of contagiousness and it is easy to convince people. Even though Zhou Yang thinks Django is hypocritical, he still thinks his mentality is awesome.

Listening and listening, he found that Django began to chat about the artistic element in the “Night Walker”. He said that the artistic element of this film is very high, not to mention that it is comparable to “Overlord”, but it is not far behind.

Zhou Yang squeezed into the crowd unconsciously, wanting to listen to Django’s eloquent talk more seriously.

In fact…

He found Django’s rhetoric really fascinating, and even the word “language art” popped up in Zhou Yang’s mind.

“Director Jiang, what is an artistic ingredient?”

“Director Jiang, can you tell me how you made this movie?”

“…”

Listening and listening, Zhou Yang seemed to have understood something, and unconsciously followed the media to ask Django about art.

Django was chatting and laughing at first, but after hearing a familiar voice and seeing a familiar figure inexplicably, he even felt that he was wrong.

He shook his head sharply.

Impossible, impossible, Zhou Yang couldn’t have come here!

“Director Jiang, can you talk about film art?”

“Director Jiang, what do you think is a movie?”

Django shuddered suddenly, staring at the figure.

His smile froze slightly.

That is Zhou Yang!

Definitely Zhou Yang!

What is he doing here?

Is he here to humiliate me, or is he here to make a mess?

“It’s Zhou Yang!”

“Oh my God, it’s Zhou Yang!”

“My mother, Zhou Yang came to Director Jiang’s crew?”

“Wow!”

“He’s going to run!”

“Quick, catch up, I heard he seems to have driven John Williams crazy!”

“real or fake?”

“Zhou Yang, can you talk about you and John Williams? I remember Django and Director Jiang seemed to have invited John Williams to arrange the music for “Nightcrawler”?”

“…”

There was a sudden burst of crazy voices from the crowd, and then…

Django found that the press conference that was supposed to belong to his home court suddenly became a mess, no one listened to him, and it seemed that everyone was looking for Zhou Yang.

His face gradually turned into a pig liver color, and his anger even made him want to tear Zhou Yang to pieces.

He asked me what does art mean?

Is it questioning my art or questioning the artistic element in my film?

He thinks he understands art?

……………………

evening.

Zhou Yang returned to the crew.

He did not study as usual, nor saw anyone, but closed his eyes and lay on the bed.

“Zhou Yang, are you okay?”

“I’m fine…”

“It’s fine, I happened to be on a business trip to Hong Kong Island, and I stopped by to see you…”

“Mr. An, I…it’s not very convenient now.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t understand some questions…”

“what is the problem?”

“I don’t know what to say, I may need to rest for a while, I’m a little tired.”

The phone rang and it was An Xiao who called.

Zhou Yang, who didn’t know much about rejecting people, shook his head for the first time and refused to meet An Xiao.

On the other end of the phone…

An Xiao was silent for a moment, then sighed: “Zhou Yang, I think you need to do some subtraction properly.”

“What subtraction?” Zhou Yang asked.

“You carry a heavy shell on your back, move forward like a snail, and keep adding things to the shell. You can’t bear that much, and you will fall down sooner or later…” An Xiao’s voice was caring, but very gentle.

Zhou Yang was silent.

“You have been studying too much recently, too complicated, and… you seem to be reading art books, I’m not saying art books are bad, I just think you’ll walk into a dead end, can’t you figure it out now? The art of film, or the art of photography?”

“Mr. An, how do you know…” Zhou Yang was stunned for a moment, and then a little scared.

“Zhou Yang, you have been to Cannes, I wonder if you paid attention to the first movie in human history, “The Train Into the Hole”?”

“Well, remember.” Zhou Yang nodded.

“From your current perspective, is it art?”

Zhou Yang was stunned, not knowing what to answer for a while.

It seems to be art. After all, everyone has a very high evaluation of this film. Some people say that it is the greatest work of an era, but when looking at the halo, it seems to be just a video, a simple video.

“In other words, if you made the exact same movie as “Train Into a Hole” now, and you took it to Cannes, would you win the award?” After hearing Zhou Yang’s silence, An Xiao asked again subconsciously.

“Can’t…” Zhou Yang replied.

He seemed to touch something.

“Yes, not only will you not be able to win the award, but you will be laughed at. After all, a child who can play with a mobile phone will shoot such a simple work… How can the people in Cannes award this work?” An Xiao said, with a hint of smile.

“Mr. An, what do you mean…” Zhou Yang suddenly felt that An Xiao’s words sounded very nice, like Xianle, and gave him great inspiration.

His originally chaotic heart suddenly became a little clearer!

“The so-called art is the concept that some people give to something, that’s all… Really thinking about what art is and how to shoot it is completely false, you only need to express what you want to express through film. Just come out… When you filmed “The Bottom of the Mine”, did you ever think about the so-called art?”

“No…” Zhou Yang shook his head.

“However, “The Bottom of the Mine” is indeed an excellent work. There is no good camera and no good actors, but it was still shot by you…”

“Mr. An, in fact, most of “The Bottom of the Mine” are directed by Feng…”

“Don’t be influenced by some people’s remarks, I have seen you along the way, you don’t need to prove anything to anyone…”

Zhou Yang opened his mouth.

Obviously he is on Hong Kong Island and An Xiao is on the mainland, but An Xiao seems to know a lot of things, even his own thoughts.

How did she do it?

Just when Zhou Yang was stunned, he heard a knock at the door.

He shuddered violently.

“Open the door, I’ll bring you something… I hope it helps you.”

“what?”

Zhou Yang looked at the door subconsciously.

When he opened the door, he saw a tall figure looking at him tenderly…

(end of this chapter)