"Really? You're so handsome, I thought you were a star!" The man left regretfully.
Zhou Yiyang touched his nose and thought that he came here today to meet a celebrity.
After leaving the airport, Zhou Yiyang took a taxi. After a bumpy ride, he arrived at a beautiful town before dark.
The tropical atmosphere everywhere, the natural landscape that has not been fully developed, the simple smiling faces coming towards him, everything made Zhou Yiyang think that he was on vacation.
In the end, he couldn't help himself and bought two big coconuts and held them in his hands.
He looked up and saw a big, round moon.
When the wind blows, you can smell the damp smell of sea water.
After knocking on the door, Zhou Yiyang saw a familiar face.
"Director Zhang," Zhou Yiyang saw Zhang Yingyuan sitting at the door, wearing colorful shorts and holding a big watermelon in his hand, and felt it was very inconsistent: "You called me specifically to come, you can't ask me to come and eat watermelon with you!"
Zhang Yingyuan asked Zhou Yiyang to put the coconut aside, then he said slowly, "I plan to shoot here—of course, I mean in the city."
Zhou Yiyang glanced around and suddenly remembered that his previous life's film "Yi Yi" was filmed in Taipei. Now on this island, the climate is quite similar. I wonder if it can be considered fate.
"Director Zhang, I believe in you. You can shoot anywhere." Zhou Yiyang said readily.
Zhang Yingyuan smiled, but explained, "You're an investor, so naturally I want you to see it. This is a somewhat cold story, but if it happened in a city with hot weather all year round, it would be very beautiful."
"Director Zhang, do you have any idea about that role?" Zhou Yiyang continued to ask.
"Give me a list of your company's artists. I'll try to give your artists priority. If that doesn't work out, we'll go to another audition!"
Zhang Yingyuan coughed twice and waved to Zhou Yiyang: "It's getting late. You shouldn't have to catch a flight back overnight, right?"
Zhou Yiyang naturally wouldn't: "As long as there is a place to live."
"I can still afford to rent a house," Zhang Yingyuan pointed to the building behind him. "I rent one, and there's still a room available. Don't you want to learn photography?"
Zhou Yiyang was stunned and almost didn't react to Zhang Yingyuan's sudden change of topic.
He was filming a short film with Zhang Yingyuan, but it was mostly Zhou Yiyang watching him film. Zhang Yingyuan himself rarely explained the content.
Today he took the initiative to teach Zhou Yiyang photography, and he was naturally overjoyed:
"I never went to college, nor did I take any directing classes at a film and television academy. I figured all this out by accident."
Zhang Yingyuan walked into the yard, where several old women were chatting.
They knew Zhang Yingyuan, and when they saw him holding up the camera, they were not surprised and continued chatting naturally.
"I like photographing people, capturing their every move, the wrinkles on their faces, anything real." Zhang Yingyuan pressed the shutter. "But filmmaking is not like taking photos. Composition can't just be for looks. You must always remember that the film you make is for the audience. When they see this shot, they don't want to see how beautiful it is, but to hear the story behind it..."
He took a breath mid-sentence and said, "Oh, I'm getting old."
At this time, Zhang Yingyuan raised the camera and aimed it at the moon.
At some point, it was covered by dark clouds, leaving only half of its face exposed.
"The moon is often featured in many films. Some depict romance, others express melancholy. In feature films, occasionally inserting a few still shots can actually convey the protagonist's state of mind quite well.
Unless absolutely necessary, don't let the protagonist say things like, "Oh, I'm sad, I'm happy." That's too straightforward. You need to use your camera language to make the audience think.
Of course, if you like making commercial films, you can't waste shots. You have to keep the audience hooked so they can keep watching. Otherwise, who would pay for a ticket?
Zhang Yingyuan said a lot that day, and Zhou Yiyang listened to it all and tried to take notes.
"Hey," Zhang Yingyuan said with a smile before going to bed, "You invested money, but you didn't force actors on me, so it's normal for me to teach you something. Go back tomorrow, and when I shoot 'Yi Yi', if you're free, come and be my assistant director. No matter how many books you read or how much experience you listen to, it's not as useful as shooting it yourself."
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