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Chapter 220 217. The Final Round (Please Subscribe!)
On the stage.

He Yu was wearing an ironed suit.

Looking at the staff in the audience, he nodded and put the microphone to his mouth.

"Dear audience friends, professional teachers, welcome to the screening site of the final round of "Director Please Advice"."

"I am the host He Yu"

He spoke at a steady pace, and with the help of the large-screen animation behind him, he gave a brief introduction to the final round's competition system without any haste.

Compared with the previous two rounds, the requirements for the finals are more stringent.

As long as 15% of the audience press the button to leave the seat, the film will be directly announced to be interrupted.

In order to minimize the unfairness caused by different screening orders, the last four films will replace the ordinary audience every time one is played.

The first short film to be screened is the work of Ying Anran, called "Moss".

But maybe the editing time is too tight, and the rhythm of this short film is a bit out of touch.

In the end, only 86% of the attendance was achieved.

And this question was also pointed out by several producers in the audience during the comment session after the screening.

But as a rookie director, her performance is already considered good.

When she stepped off the stage, she and Zhu Qingling looked a little dejected.

Yu Cang refocused his mind on the screen.

Part two, 90% attendance.

Part III, 94% attendance.

Yu Cang could feel Song Lesheng's fists on the armrest of the seat beside him were quietly clenched.

These two works brought him a lot of pressure.

Especially the short film discussing the issue of relocation just now, the harsh narrative and editing style left a deep impression on people.

After the end, there was also prolonged applause from the audience.

And now, it's their turn.

Host He Yu returned to the stage.

After more than three hours of live recording, he also showed a little fatigue on his face.

Looking at the prompt card in his hand, He Yu straightened his face.

"Dear audience friends, now we will usher in the last work of this show."

""The Posthumous Photo", directed by Song Lesheng, screenwriter and starring Yu Cang."

"Then, start now."

As his words fell, the lights in the studio hall went out.

The stage and the audience were once again plunged into darkness.

As the producer's mentor, Xu Luyao's seat is in the front row.

He adjusted his sitting posture, leaned his upper body forward slightly, and stared intently at the lit screen in the center.

Compared with the amazing performance in the first round of free creation, Song Lesheng's performance in the second round can only be said to be quite satisfactory.

Therefore, he is looking forward to this new work in the last round of screenings.

Black disappears.

The movie starts.

A close-up shot is aimed at a white and simple wall.

The walls are covered with photos.

In contrast to the simple white walls, each photo is carefully framed.

In the photo on the left, landscapes, animals and people occupy most of the content.

And as the camera slowly moved to the right, the content in the photo was gradually replaced by the silent tall buildings.

Xu Luyao leaned back and leaned on the seat.

Unlike the sharp opening of "Requiem", the first shot this time is more peaceful and slow.

Perhaps it was the relaxation of the time limit for the short film, which gave Song Lesheng and Yu Cang more room to tell a story more calmly.

The old telephone rang.

The camera pans accordingly.

On the narrow and crowded single bed, a man with long and messy hair stretched out his hand from under the quilt and took the mobile phone next to the pillow into his hand.

He didn't come out of the quilt, but took his mobile phone into the quilt instead.

Because of the blocking of the quilt, the voice of the call was a bit dull.

"Hello, it's me, are you?"

"Introduced by Lao Lu? Well, tell me."

"With such a low price, I suggest you take selfies with your mobile phone."

"Huh? More than 40 people?"

The words on the other end of the phone made the man sit up suddenly from the bed.

Messy hair and unshaven beard.

It's Yu Cang.

Xu Luyao raised his eyebrows.

At this time, the audience finally heard the voice on the other end of the phone.

"That's right, there are more than 40 people. Although each person only takes one photo, it can make a lot of money if calculated together."

"Li Photography, please think again!"

The man hesitated.

He subconsciously looked at the photos on the wall.

After a while, he lowered his head and laughed at himself.

"Photographer Li?" the girl on the other end of the phone asked in confusion.

"I took this order." His voice was flat.

Before the girl on the other end could cheer, he pressed the red button to hang up.

Throw your phone on the bed casually.

He raised his head slightly and looked at the only small window in the shabby room.

Some sunlight from outside came in and fell on the ground.

He narrowed his eyes.

The lens falls on a camera on the bedside table.

Turn the lens again.

It was the next morning.

A man shaves off his stubble in front of a bathroom mirror.

He quietly looked at the young and tired face in the mirror, his expression was in a daze.

It seemed that this face was strange to him.

Eyelid drooping.

He bent down, washed his face in the sink, and walked out of the bathroom.

After carrying the big black bag on the bed, he finally glanced at the photo on the wall.

Turn around and prepare to go out.

But the phone in his arms rang suddenly.

As he walked out, he put the phone to his ear.

"Hey, Mom, it's me."

"Go back? Me."

With a click, the door closed.

His voice was a little muffled.

Camera switch.

On the dilapidated minibus.

The man sat with a good-looking young girl in student attire.

The girl looked at him curiously, while he looked out of the car window.

"Is photography Li coming here for the first time?" the girl asked softly.

The man paused for a moment, then withdrew his gaze, and glanced at the lively girl next to him.

However, this lively and outgoing personality fits well with the little red volunteer vest she wears.

Yu Cang gave a simple "hmm".

His coldness and reticence seemed to frustrate the girl a little.

The girl lowered her head, silently playing with a voluntary identity card in her hand.

After a while, he seemed to realize that his behavior just now was not appropriate, and he turned his head slightly to look at the girl beside him.

Pursing his lips, his voice softened a bit, "You came to me and said to take pictures of the old man?"

The girl raised her head in surprise, and then replied, "Because they don't have any photos, and they are actually considered posthumous photos."

"Does it sound cold-blooded?"

"But in fact, I just want to help them remember the children at home. In this valley village, most of the young people work outside."

The expression on Yu Cang's face changed.

Like being touched, but also like some resistance.

He groaned and didn't speak again.

The dilapidated minibus arrived in the remote suburban mountainous area amidst the bumps and wobbles.

(End of this chapter)