Fu Zhen started to concentrate on preparing the short video after returning to Pinghai City in late February. He discussed this short video with Mr. Qi Delong and Mr. Feng Zheng when he was filming "Small Flowers". Fu Zhen's idea is very good, but if you want to realize it all, you will definitely need a huge investment, and since the above request is a short film, the funds should not be too much.
Fu Zhen also understood this, but still didn't want to give up his idea, so he called Jiang Hengshu and asked how much he had in his small treasury.
In the end, he learned that the cash in his small treasury was almost zero. Part of the money he earned during this period was used for the operation of the studio, and the other part was invested by Jiang Hengshu.
Fu Zhen sighed, and said to Jiang Hengshu inexplicably, "Why are my pockets getting more and more empty?"
Jiang Hengshu replied to Fu Zhen: "If you want to take it, you must give it first, and you will have more money in your pocket in the future."
Fu Zhen: "..."
Although this sentence made sense, Fu Zhen always felt that something was wrong.
"What do you need money for? Are you going to make a new movie?" Jiang Hengshu asked Fu Zhen on the other end of the phone. He still has some cash in his hand, and Fu Zhen can transfer it to him now if he needs it.
"It's the short film I planned to shoot before."
Jiang Hengshu knew that Fu Zhen wanted to make a short video, and the short video required only eight to ten minutes, so it shouldn't cost too much money. Jiang Hengshu thought that the change in Fu Zhen's hand would be enough. A movie, when "Small Hype" is released, it will have a large box office revenue, so it is completely possible not to delay the shooting of his next movie.
But Jiang Hengshu didn't expect that Fu Zhen would need so much money to make a short video.
"Is one million not enough?" Jiang Hengshu asked on the phone.
Fu Zhen coughed lightly, and said to Jiang Hengshu, "It seems...it seems...maybe...not enough."
"How much do you need?"
"It hasn't been calculated yet, it should take a lot," Fu Zhen himself was a little confused now, and he said to Jiang Hengshu, "I'll tell you when I go back."
Jiang Hengshu hummed, said a few words of advice to Fu Zhen on the phone, and then hung up.
…
When Fu Zhen returned to Pinghai City, the script and skeleton of his short video had already been conceived, and the script was basically completed. As long as the money is in place, it can be filmed.
But the money didn’t seem to be in place, and after chatting with several teachers, Fu Zhen realized that even if he had enough money, he might not be able to easily shoot short videos, relying only on the few money he bought from Taobao The knowledge acquired in this book is far from enough, he must find a professional in this field.
Moreover, it is almost impossible to use real scenes when shooting, and if all special effects are used, it will definitely cost a lot of money, and the above should not reimburse them all.
Jiang Hengshu looked at Fu Zhen sitting in the study with a sad face all day long, and sometimes plucked his hair, so he also worried.
I found some time and chatted with Fu Zhen. After getting a general understanding of the shots he wanted, Jiang Hengshu thought of a good way and said to Fu Zhen: "How about using the shots of the anniversary military parade?" ?”
Fu Zhen really hadn't thought about this method, and looked up at Jiang Hengshu for a while, Jiang Hengshu was a little fainted by him, and asked him: "What's wrong?"
"Is this okay?" Fu Zhen originally hoped that this short video would be as original as possible, but Jiang Hengshu's suggestion made him very tempted. The video of the military parade can indeed show the changes of the motherland in the past few decades. What's the point? Can it demonstrate the strength of the motherland in a more comprehensive and prepared way than the military parade
"How about I ask for you?" Jiang Hengshu said with a smile.
Fu Zhen hesitated for a moment, then nodded to Jiang Hengshu.
Jiang Hengshu dialed the phone on the other end, and the two chatted on the phone, while Fu Zhen turned on the computer in the study, intending to watch all the videos of the military parade over the years.
"They agreed." Not long after, Jiang Hengshu hung up the phone and said to Fu Zhen, "And there are many scenes that have not been shown on TV, and they will be given to you later, and you can use them all."
Fu Zhen didn't expect such a surprise, so he laughed immediately. In this way, he would have more choices and save a huge sum of money by the way. Fu Zhen put his arms around Jiang Hengshu's neck and kissed him. jaw.
Jiang Hengshu held Fu Zhen in his arms, and the two of them squeezed together on a recliner, their bodies pressed tightly together. The breeze came in through the window, blowing the bed curtain on the side and fluttering gently, leaving Dancing shadows.
Jiang Hengshu put his hands on Fu Zhen's waist and asked Fu Zhen, "He also asked when your short film will be released?"
Fu Zhen thought for a while, and now the most difficult item has been solved, and the rest is editing and shooting a few shots, which will not be too difficult. He said to Jiang Hengshu: "In this way, I think five Monthly samples should come out."
Jiang Hengshu nodded. May is a very good season. Everything has already awakened, and the hot summer has not yet arrived. He asked Fu Zhen, "Do you want to go out to play after the short film is finished?"
Jiang Hengshu felt that Fu Zhen would agree to him right away. He had already planned it out. This time, before his father could react, he would take Fu Zhen to travel abroad and have a good time. He never thought that Fu Zhen would Ye shook his head and told Jiang Hengshu, "I still have another movie to make."
"Is time so tight?" It shouldn't be a problem to shoot a movie after a while.
Fu Zhen nodded: "It's very tight, because I want to release this movie on National Day."
Jiang Hengshu didn't force it anymore: "Alright then."
Fu Zhen: "Let's go see the aurora this winter."
Jiang Hengshu nodded, and then asked Fu Zhen: "If the national day is going to be released, should we prepare it right away?"
Fu Zhen hummed, "Already preparing."
He had already found a screenwriter for the script of the new movie when he was filming "Small Flowers". It was recommended to him by Teacher Qi Delong. He contacted the teacher yesterday, and the teacher said that the script should be finished next month.
It has been more than 20 days since "Small Hype" was released on April 9, and the box office has earned 3 billion, and it is still growing. Maoyan expects the box office to reach 3.6 billion. The box office of Fu Zhen's films The total has exceeded 10 billion. Many people in the circle are waiting for the news of Fu Zhen's new movie, but they waited and waited until the movie was released, and Fu Zhen did not appear in front of the camera.
Fu Zhen stayed at home after shooting the few shots needed for the short film. He stayed in the study for most of the day. When he was tired, he went downstairs to drink a glass of water, and sat on the sofa to rest for a while.
When Jiang Hengshu returned home, he saw Fu Zhen lying on his back on the sofa, the hem of his white T-shirt rolled up, revealing the white skin underneath. He walked over, sat down beside Fu Zhen, and then raised his hand to Fu Zhen Really a poke in the stomach.
Fu Zhen didn't sleep deeply at first, but he woke up as soon as Jiang Hengshu entered the door, but he didn't open his eyes. After being poked, he immediately opened his eyes, and took Jiang Hengshu's hand: "You're back? "
Jiang Hengshu hummed and asked Fu Zhen, "Where's the mermaid line on your stomach?"
Fu Zhen managed to train a mermaid line in the gym last year, and he was proud of it for a long time. Although he didn't go to the gym to exercise specifically when filming "Small Flowers", the mermaid line was also maintained very well. As a result, he came back from other places Not long after, the shadow of the mermaid line was nowhere to be found.
Fu Zhen has been editing videos in his study during this time, without any movement at all, and it is reasonable for the mermaid line to disappear.
"This...that..." Fu Zhen sat up from the sofa, "I have bad legs."
"I know your leg is injured and you can't do a lot of exercises." Jiang Hengshu pinched Fu Zhen's face, "But you can't stop exercising at all. The fitness room has been renovated. If you want to exercise even You don’t even have to go out the door, it’s just too lazy.”
"Don't stay in the study all the time."
"Understood." Fu Zhen replied.
"Every time I promise well, I start to get lazy when it's time to do it." Jiang Hengshu let go of his hand and stood up, "What do you want to eat?"
"Barbecue." Fu Zhen raised his head and said with a flattering expression.
…
This short film made by Fu Zhen does not need too many actors, it mainly reflects the changes in the country over the years, and reflects that the country has become stronger step by step.
After he found the video of the military parade, he selected useful ones and started editing, because the workload is not too heavy, he can complete it by himself, but it seems that he is going to send this video to the website. Fu Zhen was amused by his own thoughts.
Of course, this short video cannot be all accumulated from these videos, and some necessary special effects will be added in the later stage. Fu Zhen can also cook a little supper himself now, but for the sake of quality, he still has to find a professional.
…
Jiang Hengshu was sitting in the office, holding a black signature pen in his hand, tapping lightly on the table. Fu Zhenben said that he would come to the company this afternoon, and they would have a Western meal together in the evening, but they were about to leave work soon. However, Fu Zhen has never appeared in the company.
After Jiang Hengshu finished all the remaining work on hand, he called Fu Zhen and asked him why he didn't come.
Fu Zhen on the other end of the phone was silent for a while, and then suddenly said: "I forgot", with a little regret in his tone.
Jiang Hengshu asked him: "Why does the voice sound a bit muffled, are you unhappy?"
Fu Zhen cleared his throat, "It's all right."
Jiang Hengshu hummed. He probably couldn't finish the Western food at night. He turned his head and glanced at the sky outside the floor-to-ceiling window, and softly asked Fu Zhen on the other end of the phone: "What do you want to eat tonight? I'll buy some back."
"No need, there are still a lot in the refrigerator." Fu Zhen's voice still sounded a bit dull, Jiang Hengshu frowned slightly, and was going home early today.
…
Jiang Hengshu returned home, opened the door and glanced in the living room. Fu Zhen was not lying on the sofa as usual. He called twice, but no one responded to him. The first room is the study, then Ke Ke's room, and finally his and Fu Zhen's bedroom.
There was no figure of Fu Zhen in the first two rooms. Jiang Hengshu came to the door of the third room. He gently opened the door of the room, glanced around, and finally fell on Fu Zhen who was lying on the bed. Really.
He seemed to be sleeping with his eyes closed, the thin blanket on his body rose and fell slightly with his breathing, his cheeks were flushed, his lips were pale and chapped, Jiang Hengshu hurried over, and reached out to touch Fu Zhen's forehead.
Although this method cannot accurately know Fu Zhen's current body temperature, it can still be judged that Fu Zhen has a fever.
Fu Zhen felt something cold on his forehead in a daze. He moved his head and rubbed Jiang Hengshu's palm. After a while, he realized what happened and opened his eyes. Heng Shu's figure changed from blurred to clear in his vision.
"Are you back?" His voice was a little more nasal than the one heard on the phone, like a hungry little animal, and it sounded a bit pitiful.
Jiang Hengshu hummed and asked him, "Shall I go to the hospital?"
Fu Zhen stretched out his arm from under the blanket and covered the back of Jiang Hengshu's hand. Because of the fever, the temperature of every part of his body was a little higher than usual, like a small heater.
Jiang Hengshu held Fu Zhen's hand instead. The room was very quiet. The small alarm clock on the bedside table made a slight rattling sound. Fu Zhen snorted and said to Jiang Hengshu, "No, I've already taken the medicine. Alright, just get some sleep."
It was already late, and Fu Zhen really didn't seem to have any big problems, so Jiang Hengshu didn't force him, and asked him, "What do you want to eat tonight?"
Fu Zhen shook his head and yawned: "I have already taken the medicine before taking it, and I don't want to take it anymore."
"Then go to sleep." Jiang Hengshu helped Fu Zhen pull up the blanket.
"I don't want to sleep anymore."
"Then lie down for a while?"
Fu Zhen thought for a while, then stretched out his hand from under the blanket: "I want a mobile phone."
"Where is it, I'll get it for you."
Fu Zhen can't remember clearly, but the place in the house is only this big. If it's not here, it's there. He said to Jiang Hengshu, "It should be in the study. If it's not in the study, it might be in the kitchen."
Jiang Hengshu left his mobile phone to Fu Zhen, and then went to help him find the mobile phone. Fu Zhen lay on the bed and played a bunch of small games on Jiang Hengshu's mobile phone. He hadn't relaxed for several days. While suffering from a fever, he finally had a reason to give himself half a day off.
When Jiang Hengshu came back with Fu Zhen's mobile phone, he saw Fu Zhen lying on the bed playing with his mobile phone.
Illness made him look a lot weaker, lying on the bed like a delicate big puppet cat, at this moment this big puppet has already put an Otome mobile game called Love Garden into the mobile phone, and is in high spirits Waiting for it to load and open the game to get his return gift bag.
Jiang Hengshu quietly walked to his side and sat down on the bed. The weight of the man made the mattress sag downwards. Fu Zhen finally noticed that Jiang Hengshu was back. He raised his head and blinked at Jiang Hengshu. Like an innocent big cat.
Jiang Hengshu glanced at the screen of his mobile phone, and the four pink cursive characters of Love Garden came into his eyes. Jiang Hengshu raised his hand and rubbed the big cat's head, "Didn't it mean that the password has been forgotten?"
Before Fu Zhen could speak, Cheng Zeluo's deep and magnetic voice came out clearly from the phone: "Welcome back, I've been waiting for you for a long time."
"This..." Fu Zhen rolled his eyes twice, and said to Jiang Hengshu, "I'm a bit out of inspiration recently, and I'm going to play games to find inspiration."
Jiang Hengshu nodded, as if he accepted Fu Zhen's explanation. His palms stroked from the back of Fu Zhen's neck along the middle spine to the tailbone, very gentle.
But Fu Zhen couldn't help getting goosebumps all over his body. He always felt that Jiang Hengshu was planning some big conspiracy. He sent the mobile phone to Jiang Hengshu's hand and said aggrievedly: "I won't play anymore."
Jiang Hengshu leaned down, put his lips next to Fu Zhen's ear, and took a breath. Fu Zhen felt a little itchy, and his ears were soon stained with pink. Then he heard Jiang Hengshu asking next to his ear Said: "What kind of inspiration do you want, I can also give it to you."
This time Fu Zhen's face was redder than when he woke up just now, and the kitten was meowing outside the door. Fu Zhen got up from the bed with his arms propped up, rubbed his hot face, and turned his head Looking to the door, he asked Jiang Hengshu, "Are you hungry?"
Jiang Hengshu: "I saw that there is enough cat food in the food bowl."
Fu Zhen then told Jiang Hengshu a few interesting things about Nao Nao, Jiang Hengshu followed a few words, and finally changed the topic, Fu Zhen secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and glanced at Jiang Heng with the corner of his eye. Different from the screen of the mobile phone, Cheng Zeluo still stood tall and straight on the screen. He really didn't have much interest in Cheng Zeluo now, but he still wanted the free comeback gift package.
Noticing Fu Zhen's gaze, an imperceptible play appeared on Jiang Hengshu's face. After scratching and screaming twice, he found that no one paid attention to him and left. The calmness before the door was restored, and the brilliance of the setting sun shone through the curtains Jiang Hengshu said to Fu Zhen, "Okay, let's continue talking about inspiration."
Fu Zhen: "..."
He immediately covered his chest, pretended to cough a few times: "I have a headache, I have a headache, no, no, I have to sleep for a while", and then quickly lay back on the bed.
Jiang Hengshu saw that he was pretending, shook his head and chuckled, patted him affectionately twice, then turned around and left the bedroom, and went downstairs to eat.
In the evening, Jiang Hengshu took a shower and came out of the bathroom. Before he could sit down on the bed, Fu Zhen opened his eyes with a small slit. Heng Shu said, "Go to sleep next door."
"What's wrong?" Jiang Hengshu asked.
"Don't be infected by me."
Jiang Hengshu laughed, went straight to the bed, got into Fu Zhen's quilt, and took him into his arms. Fu Zhen's warm breath fell on Jiang Hengshu's neck, "Why do I think your fever hasn't subsided at all?" ah."
Fu Zhen snorted, and adjusted a more comfortable position in Jiang Hengshu's arms: "It will be fine after a short sleep."