"This song has a very interesting title. 'A Love Letter to Filmmakers'. Please welcome Wang Xingrui!"
Even though Wang Xingrui knew that this song was the theme song of "Yi Yi", the main purpose of singing it here was to promote the movie.
However, she will not miss any opportunity to sing, even if it is for promotion, she will sing well.
Like Ge Lin Xuaner, Wang Xingrui also used Lu Liwen's method before singing.
Emotion is a singer's simplest yet most effective weapon.
"Do you like watching movies?"
That day was a rainy day, just like today.
Raindrops were dripping outside the window. Wang Xingrui was sitting on the sofa with a picture album spread out on her knees.
"I like it very much."
Wang Xingrui raised her head and looked at Zhou Yiyang somewhat blankly, as if she didn't quite understand why he asked this.
"I like it too." Zhou Yiyang smiled. "There was a time when my life was extremely boring. Every day when I had nothing to do, I would stay alone in my room and watch all kinds of movies, both domestic and foreign, new and old. Every time I finished watching a movie, I felt that my boring life became a little more fulfilling."
"Really?" Wang Xingrui couldn't believe it. Wasn't Zhou Yiyang a second-generation rich kid? How could he find life boring? Wouldn't that mean her life was meaningless?
"Yeah." Zhou Yiyang glanced down at Wang Xingrui's picture album, which seemed to be adapted from a novel she'd read. "Even a rich second-generation can have spiritual pursuits."
"No wonder," Wang Xingrui nodded, "That's why you, Brother Yang, can write so many beautiful songs and interesting stories. But you and I are still different."
"As far as I can remember, I didn't have much time for myself. When I was little, I had to help my parents with farm work. Later, when I started school, I had to do homework until very late. So watching movies and reading novels were rare pastimes for me back then."
"So what do you think a movie means to a director?"
This question stumped Wang Xingrui.
She lowered her head and thought seriously. After a while, she said, "Child? I've never made a movie, so I don't really understand."
"For me, movies are the embodiment of every director's dream. You must have had all sorts of fantasies as a child, right? Movies are there to help directors realize their dreams. Because in movies, any bizarre idea can be realized, and people can see it and resonate with it."
After hearing what Zhou Yiyang said, Wang Xingrui suddenly felt that movies were so magical.
She had never thought about it from this perspective.
"Those filmmakers," Wang Xingrui put down the album, stood up from the sofa, and walked to the window, "are just a group of dream makers. That's great."
"Yeah," Zhou Yiyang stood beside him and put his hand on the window where the rain was still falling: "If this were a movie, the rain outside would stop immediately and a rainbow would appear."
Later, Wang Xingrui found out that Zhou Yiyang had chosen a song for her.
It's called "A Love Letter to Filmmakers."
I have to say, this name sounds very romantic.
And it is also the theme song of "Yi Yi".
It is a great honor for Wang Xingrui to sing the theme song for Zhang Yingyuan's new movie.
"Brother Yang," Wang Xingrui found Zhou Yiyang again. "Can you tell me the story of filmmakers?"
"A lot." Zhou Yiyang thought for a moment and directly added Wang Xingrui to a group chat. "Just listen to it yourself."
That group is called the First Filmmakers Alliance.
It sounds very formal.
Zhou Yiyang then sent a message in the group: "Hey guys, my company's artist Wang Xingrui is going to sing a song dedicated to filmmakers. If you have any stories from the industry, you can share them with her."
As soon as these words were spoken, the group immediately became lively.
Wang Xingrui watched there the whole day, and later Tang Yue and the others came to join in the fun.
"Is this a movie group?" Tang Yue was completely stunned after reading thousands of messages: "Isn't this a storytelling group? I thought I was watching 'Story Club'!"
"They should all be true," Wang Xingrui explained for them, "at least some of them are true. But these stories are really too diverse."
In the group, Wang Xingrui has seen touching stories, as well as some bloody gossip about directors whose authenticity is unknown.
There are even some weird and supernatural stories that seem unreliable at first glance.
However, after reading so many stories, Wang Xingrui's understanding of filmmakers is no longer as cold as it was at the beginning, and even seems a bit unfamiliar.
In each story, they grew flesh and blood and became living people one after another.
They are no longer high-ranking directors, but ordinary people. They also have troubles, persistence, and shortcomings.
She could finally calm down and understand the concept of filmmaker, which is a general professional term.
When she walked onto the stage, the big screen showed clips of excellent Chinese films, star-studded actors, and highly regarded directors from the past thirty years.
Some of them have retired from the screen, but they are still remembered by the world because of a fleeting glimpse in a movie.
Some of them have even passed away, but their works will remain in the hearts of the audience forever.
And Wang Xingrui is alone on the stage.
There were no dancers, no harmonies, no unnecessary decorations, only her and a slightly cold light.
Today she wore high heels and a violet lady's long dress, a blue round hat, a veil on her face, and a black glove on her right hand holding the microphone.
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