Chapter 252 Painting ( words updated, apology) The natural state of Wu Wood is very good. It's just that the skills are not enabled. Who has nothing better to do than use skills during rehearsal? The song he was rehearsing was the one that was previously used in the soundtrack of "The Vanishing Man", the song "Nothing at All". This competition is indeed a bit difficult. It's OK that all the singers are talented, but there is no restriction on original songs by singer-songwriter groups. If the singers on stage at that time sing some classic songs from Blue Star, he may not necessarily win. So we have to strike hard! The songs he produced surpassed the level of fine songs and became his masterpieces. The most famous song "Nothing at All" by Cui Jian, the godfather of global rock, can be regarded as his undisputed masterpiece. It just so happens that singing this song can also promote his new album and help cash in the system profit card, so that Atong doesn't have to work so hard and do everything by himself.

"Thank you, teachers. Sorry for bothering you." After a morning of rehearsal, Wu Mu thanked the band teacher who participated in the rehearsal. The band teachers quickly waved their hands and said, "Teacher Wu Mu, you are too polite. It is our honor to be able to participate in the premiere of such a song." In the next few days, Wu Mu was busy rehearsing the show, and occasionally had to deal with issues related to recording the new album. Time passed quickly, just waiting for the show to begin. Then, before the show started, he received a call from Lin Qingyue. "Wu Mu, do you have time? I'd like to treat you to a meal." Please eat? Wu Mu looked at the sky outside. It was already seven or eight o'clock and almost completely dark. But he just hadn't eaten yet. "Okay, where are we going? Do you want to drive or should I?" he asked casually. Lin Qingyue smiled and said, "No need to drive, just come to my house." Ok? Do you want to go to Director Lin’s house for dinner? Wu Mu was a little surprised. Since their homes lived close to each other, they often ate together, but they usually ate out and occasionally came to his house. This is the first time I go to Lin Qingyue’s house for dinner. Wu Mu hesitated, "Are your uncle and aunt here too?" If Lin Qingyue's parents were at home, it would feel a bit inappropriate for him to go. "No, my dad is filming in the northwest, and my mom is attending a film festival abroad. They're not at home." "Oh." It took Wu Mu less than ten minutes to reach Lin Qingyue's door. Lin Qingyue was already waiting at the door.

Wu Mu was quite puzzled. "Why did Director Lin want to invite me to your house for dinner today?" Lin Qingyue laughed, "I originally wanted to ask Zhou Min and the others, but I thought they might not have time, so forget it." "Just the two of us?" "Well, come in, no need to take off your shoes." Although Wu Mu often sent Lin Qingyue back home, this was his first time to go to Lin Qingyue's house. He looked at Lin Qingyue's house with some curiosity. From the outside, Lin Qingyue's house looks like a European-style villa with a sloping roof. The overall colors are mainly gray and brown, and it looks simple and low-key. The style is almost the same after entering the door, with wooden floors, brown sofas, and some oil paintings hanging on the walls, all of which look simple and steady. Lin Qingyue smiled and patted him, "I'll show you around." "Okay." There was no rush to eat, and Lin Qingyue took Wu Mu to walk around her house. Lin Qingyue's house is slightly smaller than Wu Mu's, but after removing the attic and basement, there are only two floors, so the area of ​​each floor is larger than his house. "Go past the living room here, and you'll find the master bedroom on the first floor, which is my mom's room. Then over there are two guest bedrooms, one of which is empty, and the other is my dad's room." It’s fine that Director Lin’s parents sleep in separate rooms, but her mother lives in the master bedroom? Wu Mu muttered to himself and captured the key information. "This is my dad's study room, where he keeps the books he reads. There's actually another floor underground, where he keeps all the equipment he uses. Some of my equipment is also on the floor below. I put the audio-visual system I got from your house there." After viewing the first floor, the next step is the second floor where Lin Qingyue lives. As you go up to the second floor, the decoration style becomes obviously younger and more lively. Not only the color should be lighter, but also the decorative paintings on the wall There are many paintings hanging on the walls all the way up the corridor of Lin Qingyue's house, with one painting every few steps. Wu Mu didn't care at first, but after his eyes glanced at an oil painting at the second floor staircase, he couldn't help but stop and exclaimed, "Which master's works are these paintings? Why do they look so..." Childish fun? The previous paintings were all in abstract style. He didn't understand art and couldn't tell what was being painted, so he couldn't figure out what was going on. But the painting at the staircase has a very abstract sky with lines in the upper part, like those in Van Gogh's oil paintings, and a cube car in the lower part that looks like a child's doodle with crayons, with a few cube people sitting inside. Lin Qingyue glanced at him with amusement, "I painted it. 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, "No wonder." He gave a thumbs up and said in amazement, "Master Lin, you have had artistic talent since you were a child." "Hey, if you keep being sarcastic, I'm going to hang this painting in your house." "Haha."

"This is my bedroom." Lin Qingyue opened the bedroom door and generously let Wu Mu have a look. Pretty girly? Wu Mu muttered to himself. Unlike Director Lin’s usual generous and independent image, Director Lin’s room is quite warm and girly. There are not only a lot of dolls and pendants on the bed and table, but also various small sundries and small potted green plants. There is also a pair of white sneakers casually thrown on the ground near the bed, which looks full of life. Lin Qingyue walked in, casually put the shoes scattered on the ground in their proper place, and said with a smile, "I changed them when I came back this afternoon, and forgot to put them away." "Ah." Wu Mu nodded, without looking at it any further, and just glanced at it briefly before skipping it. "This is my study. The one across from me is the audio-visual room. 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 left wall in the study, which is filled with various books, mostly professional books on directing and photography. And judging from the signs of usage, it is obvious that they are not just for show but are read frequently. However, what attracted Wu Mu's attention most was a large photo frame hanging on the wall next to the desk. The photo frame was made up of many small photos, and on the photos were all kinds of Lin Qingyue at different ages. Lin Qingyue noticed his gaze and smiled, "These are photos from my birth to now. I choose one every year to put in." I'm not interested this afternoon. He walked closer and looked at the photos of Lin Qingyue curiously. Not to mention, beautiful people look particularly outstanding even when they are young. Except for the first photo when they were just born, when they looked extremely ugly, they are always perfectly beautiful at other times. Especially when it was small, it looked pink and tender, making people want to take a bite. The one-year-old photo should have been taken at the one-year-old ceremony. Director Lin, who was sitting at the table, was holding a small seal in his hand and chewing it with saliva dripping from his mouth, and people around him were laughing. The two-year-old rushed forward on a little bike, his little face focused. When he was three years old, he grabbed the hair of a crying girl, pursed his lips, and looked stubborn. Wu Mu carefully observed the crying little girl in the photo and smiled, "Is this Zhou Min?" Lin Qingyue smiled and nodded, "It was her. She tried to steal my doll and I beat her until she cried." "She must take the photo back when she sees it." "No use, I have the negatives." Wu Mu laughed and continued watching. When I was four, I sat with my parents to watch a movie. When I was five, I celebrated my birthday with my whole family. When I was six, I cried while holding my paintbrush. When I was seven, I held hands with Zhou Min after school. Looking at these photos, Wu Mu could imagine part of Lin Qingyue's past life. He looked no different from an ordinary person, with laughter and tears, and lived a happy and carefree childhood. Just Wu Mu pointed at the photo of Lin Qingyue at the age of twelve, looking at it on her father's set, and asked curiously, "Why does she look a little unhappy in this photo?"

And it's not just this one, the following ones all look unhappy. Lin Qingyue smiled and sighed, "When I was young, I didn't know anything, so I could be happy without thinking about anything. When I grew up and understood more, I found that life was not that good, so I naturally became unhappy." "Twelve years old should only be the first year of junior high school, right? What can be unhappy about this?" "Yes, quite a lot. For example, I found out that my parents don't have a very good relationship. For example, I found out that my dad was planning for me to play with Chen Qian and the others more often to cultivate friendships and facilitate my future career in the system." Wu Mu was startled and looked at Lin Qingyue. Lin Qingyue still looked like she didn't care and smiled at him, "Three artists in one family is too many. Someone has to hold the umbrella." "My father originally wanted me to take the entrance exam for the University of Political Science and Law and become a public servant. I didn't want to, so I took the entrance exam for the Beijing Film Academy. However, after graduation, I was so annoyed that I had no choice but to join the Beijing TV Station as arranged." Wu Mu was silent for a moment, then nodded, "There are too many things in life that are beyond our control." He skipped it and didn't talk about it anymore, but continued looking at the photos. Lin Qingyue in junior high school probably entered the rebellious and reflective period of youth, and always looked unhappy. Then when I entered high school, I was no longer unhappy, and I often smiled in photos. However, compared with my smile as a child, it always seemed less sincere, and it was quite similar to my current smile. In addition to the fact that his style already had its current prototype, Wu Mu also made an unexpected discovery, "Director Lin, did you have long hair when you were in high school?" In the photos, Lin Qingyue always had long hair after she turned sixteen. With long black hair that falls past her shoulders, she looks like a goddess. "Yeah, I cut it off in my sophomore year." Lin Qingyue nodded, then asked with a smile, "Who looks better with short hair or long hair?" Wu Mu looked at the photo, then at Lin Qingyue herself, and said honestly, "They are both pretty good-looking." "Haha." After cutting her hair, the person in the photo looked almost the same as Lin Qingyue now. After seeing the blank space after the age of 22 in the photo, he asked curiously, "What kind of photos does Director Lin plan to use this year?" Lin Qingyue thought about it and said, "I haven't decided yet." Wu Mu recommended, "You can use the celebration photo of the celebrity agency when the entire season was finished. The youngest popular variety show director." Lin Qingyue's eyes curved slightly, "I'll think about it." After looking at the photos, Wu Mu originally wanted to go out and take a look at Director Lin’s audio-visual room and workshop, but just as he was about to raise his feet, he caught a glimpse of a thick stack of manuscript paper on the desk next to him. On the cover of the first page of the manuscript paper were written the large characters for the storyboard "Letter, Cherry Blossoms, Farewell". Hey, is this the storyboard for Director Lin’s previous project? Wu Mu looked at the manuscript curiously and asked, "Can I take a look?" He asked, but after two seconds of waiting, no response was received.

He turned to look at Lin Qingyue in confusion, and then found that Lin Qingyue was also looking at him, with a look of contemplation on her face. After staring at him for two seconds, she nodded and said, "Let's see." Ok? Wu Mu picked up the storyboard paper puzzled and opened it. The style inside is the same 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 kind of abstract little man painting, one can immediately feel the visual effect that the storyboard wants to express. The story of the split-second shot was roughly the same as the story Lin Qingyue had briefly told him before, which was about a boy going to meet the girl he liked, and then parting ways. However, compared to what Lin Qingyue told him before, there was an additional paragraph, which was from the perspective of another girl looking at the boy. But even with more straightforward and detailed storyboards, he still couldn't quite understand the story and didn't know what it was trying to convey. He flipped through Lin Qingyue's simple storyboard and quickly finished turning to the last page. Then, looking at the last page of the storyboard, he was stunned. Unlike the previous abstract figurine drawings, the last one is a detailed sketch. This sketch is very detailed, and every strand of hair on the character is vivid, and it is obvious that a lot of effort was put into it. The person in the picture 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. After a few seconds of silence, Wu Mu laughed and said, "You can hang this picture in my house." Lin Qingyue sighed and smiled, "Okay, I'll frame it and hang it in your house later." "Ah." Wu Mu put down the storyboard in his hand and followed Lin Qingyue to visit the audio-visual room and workshop. After finishing all these, the two returned to the restaurant on the first floor. Wu Mu looked at the hot pot and various hot pot dishes on the table in the restaurant and clicked his tongue. "I thought Director Lin, you invited me here to have a feast or to taste your cooking skills, but it turned out to be hot pot." Lin Qingyue also looked a little helpless. "I originally wanted to make it myself, but after trying it, I found that it was really not suitable for cooking, so forget it." what? Director Lin really plans to do it himself? What day is it today? Wu Mu, who was just joking, was surprised. - ps: Wow, I'm sorry, the updates have been a bit messy these two days, with all kinds of duplication and less updates. I apologize for eight thousand. I did try hard to code, but I am just clumsy and a procrastinator. I can only code this much even after sitting in front of the computer for eight or nine hours every day. (End of this chapter)