Superstars of Tomorrow

Mo Zhen couldn't believe it, but he didn't want to go to the bad place to see people. The "100 Years of Death" created by Fang Zhao was still very good.

"Don't call this person, what is the origin? Is there any special experience?" Mo Zhen asked one of the assistants.

The assistant was responsible for helping Mo Zhen organize all kinds of information on weekdays.

When I heard Mo Zhen ask, the assistant immediately replied: "The party called this person is not very old, but the special experience is indeed more than others."

"Oh?" Mo Zhen was really curious this time.

He generally does not care about things outside the scope of art. Before the investigation, he only checked the composition, and other things did not care. But now, Fang Zhao is here, there are too many doubts.

The assistant helped Mo Zhen to organize the information of the party, so now the answer is fast. After the graduation of Fang Zhao, he debuted in the "100 Years of World", went to the game, and then went to the service to make meritorious deeds. The important thing, briefly told Mo Zhen, is reported by the media.

Mo Yan's face changed and changed, surprised, sighed, and dissatisfied. "He is still acting?!"

“Yes, according to the information he found, he was the historical consultant of Genesis Yanzhou. He was also invited by the music team. Later he also competed for the corner of ‘Fang Zhao’. The drama is very heavy, and he often plays in the studio.”

"No wonder he only voted for such a manuscript!" Mo Zhen disapproved of the composers' performance of film and television dramas. Is it better to put more thoughts on creation?

However, it is also excusable to call here.

Less old, even if Mo Zhen is not an actor, no drama, I know how difficult it is! It is possible that the party has won other elite actors and competed for this role. Until now, there is no substitution, and you will know that there is no problem in acting.

"and so……"

Mo Zhen looked at the manuscript held in his hand and whispered softly.

"If this kid is too deep into the play, he may not be able to make such a work... If so...is an amazing talent!"

When I heard these experiences of Fang Zhao, Mo Zhen did believe that Fang Zhao independently created this work.

When he thought of something, Mo Zhen suddenly got up and went back to the workplace, and transferred the script document to the time point of the story marked on the manuscript.

"Yan Zhou articles... The ninth season... Ah, here! Why vote here?"

The song is not strong, and it is not sad. It is different from other people’s styles, but there is one more...

Mo Yan's lips shook a few times, and suddenly took a table with excitement: "Yes! That's it!"

The four assistants standing outside looked at the heart and blood, especially wanted to say: You are old! Calm, don't be too excited!

After all, I am older and more laborious. The four assistants are especially worried about Mr. Mo’s physical condition. Once he is put into it, he will not care about anything. Especially after retirement, it is common to eat and sleep, and he has been hungry for his creation. repeatedly. Nowadays, the four assistants are also taking turns, and they are afraid that they will not pay attention. This is unconscious.

Mo Zhen is still inside, do not know what to whisper, four assistants can not hear, but watching Mo Zhen excitedly trembled, the old face is more radiant and radiant.

It’s been a long time since Mr. Mo Lao’s side, they don’t remember when it was so excited that Mo was so excited, but now, even because of a musical manuscript by Fang Zhao’s vote, he is excited.

Mo Zhen took a deep breath and said to the assistant: "Notify the party, let him come to me!"

After talking, Mo Yan flipped through the address book and called the general director of the crew, Roman.

Luoman’s two days were overwhelming, and the more he shot, the more the actors were under pressure. He was busy with the gyro himself. He wanted to divide one person into two people. The dark circles were also a lot stronger, and the temper was more than before. I was so violent that I had a black face.

At this time, Roman is training people. A big-name actor secretly drank some wine yesterday. Today, he added a shooting task temporarily, and his mental state could not keep up. He frequently made mistakes and was caught by Roman. Hit the gun.

It was awkward, and Luoman heard his own phone call ringing, and the phone inside the field was a phone call from someone who had to pick up.

When I took out the phone from my pocket, the angry expression on the Roman face converges slightly, and I get to the side of the tea room, and the tone becomes respectful: "Mo old? What? You ask Fang Zhao?"

Luo Man thought that Mo Lao called to tell a certain scene of the soundtrack, I did not expect to ask Fang Zhao.

"Yeah, that kid is still filming... Recently? There have been a lot less dramas recently, but I heard that the pressure is not too small. The drama is too deep. Hey, you don’t know, the actors in the cast are like this. At this time, no one can easily It’s up... but he’s still in good health. He can go out and run a sandbag when he eats eight lunches... Yes, he’s going to the ninth season... right! That kid is a genius! Genius! Or I found out!"

The rest of the crew could only see the expression of Romane inside through the glass window, and could not hear his words. Many people also saw the face of Romanman who gradually brought a smile.

"Oddly, this time, Roman's face is so rare and cheerful, smile so happy, who is talking with him?" Someone lowered his voice and said to others.

The actor who had just been trained had a sigh of relief in his heart. Today, this is a passing. Romance is in a good mood and will not continue to train.

In the pantry, Roman answered the question of Mo Zhen. Although Mo Zhen did not say what the reason was and asked the party, but Luoman could hear that Mo Zhen was very optimistic about the call.

Fang Zhao is now under great pressure, enters the play, and eats eight servings of lunch. These are all passed down by the Roman audience. As for the truth, he did not go to the testimony, and there was no time at all. Now Mo Zhen asked, he also said casually.

Mo Zhen did not ask too much, and then hanged up after saying a few words.

Luoman recalled the tone of the phone on the phone, and could not help but laugh. Can get the praise of Mo Yan, the top artist, Fang Zhao really enough!

"I have these eyes, how can this grow up, it is really amazing!"

On the other hand, after receiving the notice from the assistant of Mo Zhen, Fang Zhao went upstairs very quickly. This time, he was not blocked out and was directly taken in by the assistant.

"Mo old, are you looking for me?" Fang Zhao saw that Mo Zhen still held his music manuscript in his hand, and then observed Mo Yan's facial expression, and had a guess.

Mo heard, and the attention was removed from the manuscript. He just passed the score on the manuscript in his mind, even if the guessing party was too deep to make it, but it is too difficult to create such a work! This is not a normal day to describe it!

“Fang Zhao!” Mo Zhen raised his hand and shook the music sheet held in his hand. His eyes suddenly became sharp and he asked almost a word. “Is this your own creation? Independently completed?”

"Yes, I did it independently." Fang Zhao did not avoid Mo Zhen's sight.

"very good!"

Mo Zhen looked at Fang Zhao’s eyes as if he had seen a rare treasure.

"You come over, sit and sit, I have a few questions to ask you."

From the concept of creation, to the method of cutting into the emotional subject of the work, Mo Zhen asked, and the more he listened to the call, Mo Zhen also believed that this is indeed the right way to call his own work. Whether it is original or not, he can still see through these problems.

What surprised Mo Zhen was that Fang Zhao’s creative idea in this work was, to a certain extent, consistent with his idea of ​​creating a final background music!

It’s rare to meet people with the same idea. Mo Zhen is very happy. When I encountered the bottleneck of creation, I also went to some old friends to discuss. Unfortunately, everyone’s ideas are different. The more they talk about the more irritating, the more they talk about it.

This time for the heavyweight ten-minute soundtrack, he got his beard to light, but today he was inspired by Fangzhao's music manuscript, and he got a lot of inspiration in the discussion with Fang Zhao!

This sudden and exhilarating feeling is something that others cannot understand.

This kind of inspiration, for Mo Zhen, the value cannot be measured. As an elder, Mo Zhen felt that he had to express himself. One thing is the same, the contribution is the contribution, the inspiration is the inspiration, the party calls him, and he has to pay back.

In the official business, there is no way to open the door. This is a matter of principle, but in private matters, others will not be able to control it.

After talking, Mo Zhen pulled the party out.

The four assistants discovered that Mo Zhen had been sullen for many days, and now he smiled like he saw his grandson... No, when Mo Lao saw his grandson, he couldn’t laugh at such a warm and welcoming feeling!

The four assistants curiously looked at the party and thought about it. How did Fang Zhao make Mr. Mo Lao so happy?

Mo Zhen did not pay attention to the assistant's face, pulled the party out, went to a cabinet, and said to one of the assistants: "Open, the last thing I sent, I still remember a lot."

The assistant who is in charge of the "depot" screamed, and said: "Oh, yes, there are many." He said to open the door of the collection cabinet.

This cabinet is filled with special supplies, tea, wine, etc. There are also some foods of high medicinal value, which are sent by the government departments and the major investors of the crew. This is the level of artists enjoying this level. In general, the treatment that comes is a special offer.

Mo Zhen took out three boxes from the inside and stuffed them to Fang Zhao.

Fang Zhao did not pick up, just want to say something, Mo Yan sinks his face: "Hold!"

Fang Zhao was not good enough to refuse, and reached out to take one of the boxes. "Thank you, Mo, this box is enough."

"Just this box of biscuits? How is this enough! All are held, these are all held! I haven’t eaten it here. When you are a long body, I heard that you have eaten eight lunches in the crew. Don't eat enough? Hey, you can't eat it. You have to compose music when you film. This box of tea is holding, and it is refreshing and refreshing."

Fang Zhao: "..." When did I eat eight lunches? Who did you listen to?

Mo Zhen took out a box from the cupboard and continued to plug it. "This wine, maybe you can find more inspiration, I usually drink it."

Fang Zhao quickly said: "The crew has regulations that they are not allowed to drink during filming."

"It's okay, the degree is low, the amount is not much, it seems to be what kind of medicine, so it is good for the body to drink it properly."

In the middle of the conversation, I stuffed a box of food that supplemented energy.

"Eat, these are all taken back and eaten quickly. They are all healthy and have no side effects! People have limited energy. You are still young. When you are long, you should eat more. Next time you must have a good spirit. I have asked your general director, you don’t have much drama now, it’s stress, don’t be too tired, let’s come over here and discuss it.” Mo Zhen didn’t want to talk to someone who’s been jealous. Explore music.

The assistant who was in charge of the "depot" looked at the box and handed it over, and his face was so distressed. But he can't stop it. Everything is Mo Zhen. Whoever he loves to whom, who can't say this.

When Fang Zhao came out from the inside, he carried a big bag in his hand.

The assistant in charge of the reception was smiling, this time more sincere: "Mr. Mo's gift, you can accept it with peace of mind, don't return, don't accept the gift. If you want to return, you can create more. The old is only interested in music works. In terms of materials, his old people don’t value it."

In fact, Fang Zhao’s heart is also full of emotions. Of course, he can see the preciousness of these special offerings. Mo Zhen, this person, has only art in his eyes. Now he has sent so many things, just because Mo Zhen was inspired by the music draft he voted for, and he was inspired by the conversation with Fang Zhao.

In Mo Zhen’s view, the inspiration and inspiration from Fang Zhao’s here are more valuable than those sent out!

In fact, when answering questions about creation, Fang Zhao did not tell all the facts. Some things can't be said, he only picks a part that can be said. Coincidentally, this part of the point of view is in line with Mo Yan's idea of ​​creating a final background music.

At the same time, Fang Zhao also had a little understanding of the soundtrack of the ten-minute drama through the exchange with Mo Zhen.

I thought about the emotional direction of the ten-minute soundtrack in the end of the play. The elevator has come to the first floor, and the party has come out and walks through the hall and toward the door. It’s not too late, it’s getting dark outside, and he can take the last few buses back to the dormitory.

Due to the lateness of the time, the lobby on the first floor of the music center was empty, and now there are no other people.

At the gate of Fang Zhaochao, the elevator on the other side of the passage came out of a group of people who were just members of the orchestra who had just completed the rehearsal.

Seeing the party call with a big bag in his hand, he was talking about the rising team, and it was quiet for a moment.

A pair of eyes are like searchlights, staring at the things that are being called, as if they have seen something incredible.

Fang Zhaochao slightly decapitated there, and then in this strange silence, walked out of the door of the music center.

After the party called out, the silent team discussed it openly.

"That... is it a special offer?"

"Look at the box, the special product is correct, or the advanced one! We have the old head there, and the teacher of the old head gave it to him."

"As far as I know, such special offers can only be enjoyed by people at the level of Mo."

"I heard that today I called to go to Mo Lao to submit a manuscript."

A group of people are silent again.

That night, many people in the music team knew about this, and more people were curious to call the past music scores. In the end, what kind of works can I get this kind of treatment from Mo Zhen?

After a few days, Fang Zhao had a filming task, and the music manuscript was handed in. The center of gravity was transferred to this side again. From time to time, the director called the discussion script, and Mo Zhen called it twice.

The complexity of real history is much higher than that of film and television dramas, and there are many dark faces that cannot be expressed. The light is magnified and the darkness is defined in a range acceptable to people.

Even for political stability and other reasons, when dealing with the historical characters of "Zheng Zhao", there will be slight adjustments.

No one deny his merits as a historical figure of "Fang Zhao", but he did not reach the end after all.

Moreover, it is now a new century of more than 500 years. History is only a matter of the past, and people who are alive are more important.

If it is too prominent to "Fang Zhao" this person, if the rendering is too strong at the end, the people's feelings for this person is too deep, the situation of the Ukrainian family will be very embarrassing.

On this day, at lunch time, Fang Zhao was pulled by Bai guide to eat with everyone.

Nowadays, everyone in the "Genesis" drama group knows that Fang Zhao, a young actor, can especially eat in addition to being able to fight!

According to legend, the greater the pressure of this kid, the deeper the play, the more you eat!

At first, some people said that he had four lunches. Some people said that he had five boxes of food. Later he was rumored that he had eight lunches, and there were more and more people.

Eight packs of rice, this much pressure can only be eaten!

Many actors are still envious, and they have no appetite after the pressure is deep. It is no wonder that so many people like to eat together with the party, there is such a person next to, will also eat more.

What is even more depressing is that Fang Zhao has eaten so much, and his body shape has not changed. I heard that he still insists on running sandbags. People in the gym can often see a new big sandbag lying there.

After dinner, Fang Zhao was dragged by Bai Xuan to discuss some minor details of the script.

An old actor looked at the call to be called, and said to the people around him: "The physical quality of Fang Zhao is almost the same as that of the iron. In the same year, the "Fang Zhao" had this body, Yanzhou and Wu What is the family?"

"I used to think that the party called him is very similar to the one he played. Now it seems that it is not like at least, at least the physical strength is different."

"Oh, that person, that is, the body is too bad to pass the time."

At the same time, Bai Dao called the party to the side and asked him to identify the issues that need to be modified in several scripts.

It is getting closer and closer to the ninth season. After several fine-tuning of the script, it should be settled as soon as possible.

"How do you want to die?" Bai guide suddenly asked.

Fang Zhao had a moment of blasphemy and immediately felt funny.

How many years have passed!

For a long time no one dared to say this in front of him!

However, Fang Zhao also knows the meaning of Bai Dao.

When the character reached the point of time of death, how to die, the script was written before, but the director would still ask the actors. If the actor is in good shape, he may follow the actor's thoughts, follow the actor's intentions, and play by the actors themselves, which may be better than following the script.

But it can't be too outrageous, so the White Guide will have such a question.

"Standing dead? He is dying? Lying dead? He is dying?" Bai Dao asked again.

"Live on his back." Fang recalled.

"Also, I don't have a full face. I stood dead and died, and everyone has shot it."

Fang Zhao: "..."

He is really lying on his back.