To be fair, Fu Ming, having worked as an assistant director with a top-tier director for over a decade, possesses exceptional skills. This is evident in the drama "Loser Men and Women," where his filming techniques and angles are remarkably mature, perfectly delivering each joke. The actors are also commendable; while initially appearing somewhat inexperienced, they mature significantly after two episodes, demonstrating Fu Ming's unique approach to training actors.
Fang Yang nodded in satisfaction. "Not bad. Director Fu has put a lot of effort into this drama. Let's rest for a couple of days and then finish up the last bit of work. Uncle Yang, what do you think we should do? Let's start by promoting it on the website, and at the same time, notify Shanghai TV to start advertising simultaneously. We need to make a strong first impression!"
Yang Huajin nodded in agreement, "I'll contact Shanghai TV later to see when they can free up a slot. We agreed to broadcast it simultaneously, and I'll coordinate with them."
Fu Ming was thrilled to hear that the show would be broadcast simultaneously on five major television stations in Shanghai. This was Fu Ming's first drama as an independent director, and if it became a hit on Shanghai television, it would greatly enhance Fu Ming's reputation.
After watching a few episodes, Fang Yang had a good grasp of Fu Ming's directing abilities. There was no need to continue watching the later episodes, and he didn't have that much time to watch them anyway. The editor's editing was also quite good. Fang Yang told Fu Ming to rest for two days before finishing up. Looking at Fu Ming's bloodshot eyes, Fang Yang felt heartbroken.
It was getting late, and remembering that there was a pretty girl waiting for him at home to cook, Fang Yang didn't linger. He asked Yang Huajin to take Fu Ming to eat, while he drove home.
Zhou Xin was curled up on the sofa watching TV when she saw Fang Yang push the door open and quickly poured him a glass of water. "Have some water. Have you had a lot of things to do today?"
Fang Yang gulped down the water in his glass. "Hmm, I've had a lot of work piling up for a week. Aren't you bored being home alone all by yourself?"
"No, I went to the Bund again today and just got back. Are you hungry? I've made dinner and am just waiting for you to come back and cook!"
"Okay, have a seat, I'll go wash the vegetables."
"I've already washed the vegetables, you just need to stir-fry them. I'm not a good cook, so I won't stir-fry your chef's squid."
Fang Yang wanted to laugh, but didn't want to spoil Zhou Xin's enthusiasm by teasing her. He went into the kitchen and saw that Zhou Xin had prepared beef, celery, dried tofu, and some lotus root slices, which showed that she was quite good at preparing side dishes.
Perfect timing! I'll stir-fry some boiled beef, some celery stir-fried with dried tofu, and some lotus root slices. I can also take some seaweed and eggs from the fridge and make a seaweed and egg soup.
The dishes were all simple, but they were very fragrant and went well with rice. Zhou Xin seemed to enjoy them, eating one and a half bowls of rice and drinking a large bowl of soup.
The dishes on the table were all gone, and Fang Yang was very happy. He ate half a bowl of rice and finished off the remaining soup before lying on the rooftop hanging chair with Zhou Xin to enjoy the breeze.
"By the way, I'm going to record an interview for CTV tomorrow. Are you coming home with me or staying in Shanghai?"
"Ah! Going to Kyoto tomorrow? I'll go with you, otherwise it'll be so boring staying here alone! When does the TV series start filming? Any news yet?"
"It's scheduled for the 16th, a week from now. You can go home for a while before coming over."
"It's settled! That's great! I've practically worn out the script, just waiting for filming to start."
"If you have free time, you can practice your micro-expressions in front of a mirror. Once you've mastered micro-expressions, then practice your eye expressions. If you've mastered these two, you can play most roles!"
"Really? Our film school teachers have never said that."
How did your teachers teach you to practice acting?
"Imitate, imitate the exciting scenes in the story, absorb the advantages and deepen them."
"So what school of acting did you study?"
Zhou Xin looked at Fang Yang in confusion, "Are there any different schools of acting?"
Fang Yang rubbed his forehead, remembering that this was another world, very different from his previous life, and that saying more would only make things worse.
"It's nothing. Just do as I say and practice your micro-expressions and eye contact in front of the mirror. It will do you good."
Zhou Xin looked at Fang Yang with a blank expression, her eyes filled with questions. In the end, she didn't ask any more questions. She would go home and ask her dad. Humph, let you be smug for a moment!
Fang Yang asked Zhou Xin for her ID card and sent it to Yang Huajin, asking him to book an extra plane ticket so they could go to Beijing together tomorrow.
The following day, Yang Huajin drove Fang Yang and Fang Yang to the airport. After waiting for half an hour, they went through customs and boarded the plane. Four months later, Fang Yang was returning to Kyoto.
Amidst a deafening roar, the plane landed at Kyoto Airport a little after 12:00. Fang Yang and Zhou Xin, carrying only a few pieces of luggage, had just stepped out of the terminal when they saw Zhao Liang's tall and imposing figure blocking the exit, standing out even amidst the bustling crowd.
"Yangzi, over here!" Zhao Liang shouted at the exit, waving his large, umbrella-like hand. He instantly attracted everyone's attention in the passageway. Fang Yang wanted to cover her eyes; he was just too eye-catching.
Zhou Xin covered her mouth and laughed: "How do you know this kid Zhao Liang?"
"Huh?" Fang Yang turned to look at Zhou Xin. "You know Zhao Liang too?"
"How could I not recognize him? We grew up in the same courtyard. Zhao Liang, that little devil, is quite famous in our neighborhood!"
"Oh!" Fang Yang nodded thoughtfully, put aside his thoughts, and quickly stepped forward to shake hands with Zhao Liang. "Liangzi, you've gotten even more muscular!"
Zhao Liang turned around and used his burly figure to clear a path, saying, "What are you talking about? The brothers haven't been in Kyoto for a while, so there's no one to drink with. It's no fun!"
Fang Yang and Zhou Xin followed behind Zhao Liang, enjoying the thrill of a smooth journey. "Hey big guy, don't you recognize me? You didn't even say hello?" Zhou Xin suddenly called out leisurely.
"Huh?" Zhao Liang turned around abruptly, almost causing Fang Yang, who was caught off guard, to bump into him. "Liangzi, what are you doing?"
Zhao Liang stared wide-eyed at Zhou Xin for a moment before exclaiming in realization, "You little tagalong, it's you!"
Zhou Xin kicked Zhao Liang in the leg, "Can't you speak properly? Who's the little tagalong? If you keep talking nonsense, I won't be polite!"
Zhao Liang's eyes darted back and forth between Fang Yang and Zhou Xin. "You two? No way, how did you two meet?"
Fang Yang shoved Zhao Liang, "What are you saying? This is the airport, do you want to make a fool of yourself for everyone to see?"
Zhao Liang scratched his head, letting go of his doubts. His rumbling stomach made him forget everything. It was lunchtime, so he decided to find a place to eat first. He figured that no affair would escape his notice later.
Even someone as burly as Zhao Liang took more than ten minutes to reach the underground parking lot at Kyoto Airport, where the crowds were as numerous as a swarm of locusts. Only after climbing into Zhao Liang's tall and powerful SUV did Fang Yang breathe a sigh of relief; there were just too many people!
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