Mo Lang couldn't believe it, but he didn't want to look at people in a bad way. Fang Zhao's "One Hundred Years of Destruction" was still very good.
"Fang Zhao, what's his background? Do you have any special experience?" Mo Lang asked one of the assistants.
The assistant was in charge of helping Mo Lang sort out all kinds of information on weekdays.
Hearing Mo Lang's question, the assistant immediately replied: "Fang Zhao is not very old, but he has more special experience than others."
"Oh?" Mo Lang was really curious this time.
He generally doesn't care about things outside the scope of art. Before, Fang Zhao only looked into composition, and he didn't care about other things at all. But now, Fang Zhao here, there are too many doubts.
That assistant helped Mo Lang sort out Fang Zhao's information before, so he can answer quickly now. After graduating from Fang Zhao, he made his debut with "A Hundred Years of Destruction", became a blockbuster in the game, and then made contributions to military service. Important things, briefly told to Mo Lang, have been reported by the media.
Mo Lang's face changed, surprised, sighed, and dissatisfied, "He's still acting?!"
"Yes, according to the information found, he is the historical consultant of "Genesis Yanzhou Chapter", and he was also invited by the music team. Later, he also competed for the role of 'Fang Zhao'. He has a very important role and is still often filming on the set."
"No wonder he only submitted such a draft!" Mo Lang disapproved of composers acting in film and television dramas. Wouldn't it be better to focus more on creation
However, Fang Zhao is also excusable here.
Acting young and old, even if Mo Lang is not an actor and doesn't follow dramas, he knows how difficult it is! However, Fang Zhao won the other powerful old actors and won the role. Until now, there is no replacement, so we can know that there is no problem in acting.
"so… "
Mo Lang looked at the manuscript in his hand and whispered softly.
"If this kid is too deeply involved in the play, he may not be able to make such a work... If so... What an amazing talent!"
Hearing Fang Zhao's experiences, Mo Lang somewhat believed that Fang Zhao created this work independently.
Thinking of something, Mo Lang suddenly got up and went back to the workshop, called out the script document, and turned to the story time point marked on Fang Zhao's manuscript.
"Yanzhou Chapter... The ninth season... Ah, here! Why did you vote here?"
The song is neither strong nor sad. It is different from other people's style, but it has one more...
Mo Lang's lips trembled several times, and suddenly he patted the table excitedly: "Yes! That's it!"
The four assistants standing outside watched their hearts tremble, and wanted to say something in particular: Take it easy! Calm down, don't get too excited!
After all, they are old and tired. The four assistants are particularly worried about Mr. Mo's physical condition. Once this one is invested, he will not care about anything. Especially after retirement, it is common to forget to sleep and eat, and he once fainted from hunger for creation. repeatedly. Now here, the four assistants are also taking turns to guard, I am afraid that if they are not careful, this one will be unconscious.
Mo Lang was still inside, not knowing what to say to himself in a low voice. The four assistants couldn't hear him clearly, but seeing Mo Lang's hands shaking with excitement, his old face glowed with a radiant glory.
Having been with Mr. Mo Lao for so long, they don't even remember when Mr. Mo was so excited last time, but now, they were so excited because of a musical score manuscript that Fang Zhao voted for.
Mo Lang took a deep breath and said to his assistant, "Notify Fang Zhao and let him come to me!"
After speaking, Mo Lang flipped through the address book and called Roman, the chief director of the crew.
Roman has been so overwhelmed in the past two days, the more he shoots later, not to mention the pressure on the actors, he is busy like a spinning top all day, and can't wait to divide one person into two people, the dark circles are also much thicker, and his temper is even more severe than before. Grumpy, with a dark face all day long.
At this time, Roman is training people. A certain big-name actor secretly drank some wine yesterday, and today he was temporarily added to the filming task. He couldn't keep up with his mental state and made frequent mistakes. He happened to be caught by Roman. Hit the gun.
Just as he was in a hurry, Roman heard his own portable phone ringing. The phone equipped in the venue, this prompt tone was still a call from someone who had to answer.
Taking out the phone from his pocket, Roman's angry expression subsided slightly. He walked to the pantry on the side to answer, and his tone became respectful: "Mo Lao? What? Are you asking Fang Zhao?"
Roman thought that Mo Lao was calling to talk about the soundtrack of a certain scene, but he unexpectedly asked Fang Zhao.
"Yeah, that kid is still filming... Recently? Recently, there have been a lot less scenes, but I heard that the pressure is not small, and the drama is too deep, alas, you don't know, the cast and crew are all like this, no one can take it easy at this time. Get up... But his physical condition is okay, he can go out for a run and play sandbags after eating eight lunch boxes... Right, his role will go to the ninth season... Right, right! That kid is indeed a genius! An extraordinary genius! Still I found it!"
The rest of the crew could only see Roman's movements and expressions through the glass window, but could not hear his words. Many people also saw Roman's gradually smiling face.
"It's strange, today's Roman's face is rare and pleasant, and he's smiling so happily, who are you talking to?" Someone said to the person next to him in a low voice.
And the actor who was trained just now breathed a sigh of relief. Today's test is over. Roman is in a good mood and will not continue to train people.
In the pantry, Roman was answering Mo Lang's question. Although Mo Lang didn't say what the reason was and asked Fang Zhao about it, Roman could hear that Mo Lang was very optimistic about Fang Zhao.
Fang Zhao is under a lot of pressure now, he is deeply involved in the play, and he eats eight lunch boxes at a time. This is what Roman heard from the crew. As for whether it was true or not, he didn't go to verify it, and he didn't have the time at all. Now that Mo Lang asked, he said it casually.
Mo Lang didn't ask too much, and hung up after saying a few more words.
Recalling Mo Lang's tone on the phone just now, Roman couldn't help laughing. To be praised by the top artist Mo Lang, Fang Zhao is really capable!
"My smart eyes, how does this look, it's really amazing!"
On the other side, Fang Zhao went upstairs soon after receiving the notification from Assistant Mo Lang. This time, he was not blocked from the outside and was brought in directly by the assistant.
"Elder Mo, are you looking for me?" Fang Zhao saw that Mo Lang was still holding his manuscript of the musical score, and then observed Mo Lang's facial expressions, and he had a guess in his heart.
Hearing the sound, Mo Lang turned his attention away from the manuscript. He went through the musical score on the manuscript in his mind just now, even if he guessed that Fang Zhao was too deep in the play to make it, but it is too difficult to create such a work! This is no ordinary genius can describe it!
"Fang Zhao!" Mo Lang raised his hand and shook the sheet music draft in his hand. His eyes suddenly became sharp, and he asked almost every word, "This is your own creation? Did you do it independently?"
"Yes, I did it independently." Fang Zhao did not avoid Mo Lang's sight.
"very good!"
Mo Lang looked at Fang Zhao, as if he had seen a rare treasure.
"Come here, sit down, I have a few questions to ask you."
From the creative concept, to the approach, to the emotional subject of the work, Mo Lang asked. The more he listened to Fang Zhao, the more Mo Lang believed that this was indeed Fang Zhao's own work. Whether it is original or not, he can still see through these questions.
To Mo Lang's surprise, Fang Zhao's creative concept in this work is, to a certain extent, consistent with his concept of creating the background music at the end of the play!
It is rare to meet someone with the same idea, Mo Lang is very happy. When he encountered a creative bottleneck before, he also went to some old friends to discuss it. Unfortunately, everyone has different ideas.
This time, for the ten-minute soundtrack at the end of the heavyweight play, he was so worried that his beard was almost wiped out, but today he got inspiration from Fang Zhao's musical score manuscript, and got a lot of inspiration from the discussion with Fang Zhao!
This kind of refreshing feeling of exhilaration is incomprehensible to others.
For Mo Lang, this kind of inspiration is invaluable. As an elder, Mo Lang felt that he had to express himself. One thing is one thing, submission is submission, inspiration is inspiration, Fang Zhao helped him, and he got reward.
Mo Lang couldn't open the door in public affairs, it was a matter of principle, but in private affairs, others couldn't control it.
After talking, Mo Lang pulled Fang Zhao out.
The four assistants discovered that Mo Lang's face had been gloomy for many days, and now he smiled as if he had seen his own grandson... No, when Mo Lao saw his own grandson, he couldn't smile with such a warm and warm feeling!
The four assistants all looked at Fang Zhao curiously, thinking in their hearts, how on earth did Fang Zhao coax Mr. Mo to be so happy
Mo Lang didn't pay attention to the assistant's expression, pulled Fang Zhao out, walked to a cabinet, and said to one of the assistants, "Open it, I remember a lot of things that were delivered last time."
The assistant in charge of the "warehouse" was stunned for a while, then replied, "Oh, yes, there are many more." Then he opened the door of the collection cabinet.
This cabinet is filled with special supplies, such as tea, wine, and some foods with extremely high medicinal value, which were sent by government departments and several major investors in the production crew. This is the enjoyment of artists of this level. The treatment received, in a word, is a special offer.
Mo Lang took out three boxes and stuffed them into Fang Zhao.
Fang Zhao didn't answer, just as he was about to say something, Mo Lang lowered his face: "Take it!"
Fang Zhao didn't want to refuse any more. He reached out and took one of the boxes, "Thank you, Mr. Mo, this box is enough."
"Just this box of small biscuits? How can that be enough! Take it all, take it all! I didn't eat much when I put it here. You were growing up, and I heard that you were eating eight boxes of lunch in the crew. Can’t get enough to eat? Hey, you can’t just eat those. You have to compose music while filming. With this box of tea leaves, you can clear away heat and digest food and refresh your mind.”
Fang Zhao: "..." When did I eat eight lunch boxes? Who do you always hear
Mo Lang took out a box from the cabinet and continued to stuff it, "This wine, if you drink a little, maybe you can find more inspiration. I also drink it at ordinary times."
Fang Zhao hurriedly said: "The crew has regulations that alcohol is not allowed during filming."
"It's okay, the degree is low, and the amount is not much. It seems to be some kind of wine infused with medicine. Anyway, drinking it properly is good for the body."
While speaking, Mo Lang shoved another box of food to replenish energy.
"Eat, take these back and eat them quickly. They are all good for your health, and there are no side effects! Human energy is limited, you are still young, and you are growing up, so eat more. You must be in good spirits next time you come here. I've already asked your chief director, you don't have a lot of roles right now, but you're under a lot of pressure, so don't be exhausted, come here to discuss and discuss when you have time in the future." Mo Lang didn't want to talk to someone who was sloppy. Explore music.
The assistant in charge of the "warehouse" next to him looked at the boxes and handed them over, his face twitched with distress. But he couldn't stop it, everything belonged to Mo Lang, and whoever he liked gave it to whom, no one could say that.
When Fang Zhao came out, he was carrying a large bag and a small bag.
The assistant in charge of the reception smiled, and this time it was more sincere: "You can accept the things Mr. Mo gave you at ease, and don't return the gift, Mo won't accept the gift. If you really want to repay, just create more, Mo The old man is only interested in music works, and he doesn't care about materials at all."
Fang Zhao was actually full of emotion in his heart. Of course, he could see the preciousness of these special offerings. Mo Lang really only has art in his eyes. Now he is giving so many things, just because Mo Lang got inspiration from the music draft he submitted, and got inspiration from the conversation with Fang Zhao.
In Mo Lang's opinion, the inspiration and inspiration from Fang Zhao is more valuable than the things sent out!
In fact, Fang Zhao did not tell all the facts when answering the question about creation. There were some things that could not be said, so he only chose a part of what he could say. Coincidentally, this part of the point of view is in line with Mo Lang's concept of creating the background music at the end of the play.
At the same time, Fang Zhao also had a little understanding of the ten-minute soundtrack at the end of the play through his communication with Mo Lang.
Thinking about the emotional direction of the soundtrack ten minutes after the end of the play, the elevator has come to the first floor, Fang Zhao came out, walked through the hall, and walked towards the gate. It was not too early, it was already dark outside, and he could still take the last few buses back to the dormitory.
Because it was late, the lobby on the first floor of the music center was empty, and there was no one else.
As Fang Zhao walked towards the gate, a group of people came out of the elevator in the other passage. These people were members of the orchestra who had just finished rehearsing.
Seeing Fang Zhao with a large bag and a small bag in his hand, the team that was chatting up became silent for a moment.
A pair of eyes are like searchlights, staring at the things that Fang Zhao is carrying, as if seeing something incredible.
Fang Zhao nodded slightly, and then walked out of the door of the music center in this strange silence.
After Fang was summoned out, the silent team started to discuss coaxingly.
"That...is a special offering?"
"Look at the box, the special offering is right, it's still the advanced one! Our old head also has it, and it was given to him by the old head's teacher."
"As far as I know, this kind of special offering can only be enjoyed by people of the level of Mo Lao and others."
"I heard that Fang Zhao went to Mr. Mo to submit a manuscript today."
The group was silent again.
That night, many people in the music team knew about this, and more people were curious about Fang Zhao's past music draft. What kind of work can get this kind of treatment from Mo Lang
For a few days after that, Fang Zhao had the task of filming, and handed in the manuscript of the musical score. The focus shifted to this side again. From time to time, he was called by the director to discuss the script, and he was also called by Mo Lang to talk twice.
The complexity of real history is much higher than that of film and television dramas, and there are many dark sides that cannot be shown. The light is magnified, and the darkness is limited to a range that people can accept.
Even for reasons of political stability and other reasons, slight adjustments will be made when dealing with the historical character of "Fang Zhao".
"Fang Zhao", a historical figure, no one denied his achievements, but he did not last to the end after all.
Moreover, it is now more than five hundred years of the new century. History is only a matter of the past, and the living people are more important.
If it highlights the person "Fang Zhao" too much, if it is too strong at the end, the people's feelings for this person are too deep, and the situation of the Wu family will be very embarrassing.
Today, at lunch time, Fang Zhao was dragged by Bai Dao to eat with everyone.
Now everyone in the "Genesis" big crew knows that Fang Zhao, a young actor, is not only good at fighting, but also very good at eating!
According to legend, the more pressure this kid is, the deeper he gets into the play, the more he eats!
At first, some people said that he ate four lunch boxes at a time, and some people said that he ate five boxes at a time. Later, it was rumored that he ate eight lunch boxes at a time, and more and more people said that.
Eight lunch boxes, how much pressure can I eat!
Many actors are also envious. They have no appetite at all after they are too stressed to get into the drama. It's no wonder that so many people like to eat with Fang Zhao, and with such a person by their side, they will also eat more.
What's even more depressing is that Fang Zhao has eaten so much, and his body shape has not changed much. I heard that he still insists on running and punching sandbags. People in the gym often see a new big sandbag lying there.
After dinner, Fang Zhao was dragged by Director Bai to discuss some minor changes to the script.
An old actor looked at Fang Zhao, who was called away, and said to the people around him: "Fang Zhao's physical fitness is like iron. If that 'Fang Zhao' had this body, Yanzhou still has Wu What's the matter with the family?"
"I used to think that Fang Zhao was very similar to the one he played, but now it seems that it is not the same, at least in terms of physical strength."
"Oh, that one, it's just that my health is too poor to survive the time."
At the same time, Director Bai called Fang Zhao aside and asked him to determine a few issues that needed to be revised in the script.
The filming of the ninth season is getting closer and closer, and after the script has been revised several times, it must be finalized as soon as possible.
"How do you want to die?" Bai Dao asked suddenly.
Fang Zhao was stunned for a moment, and then he felt funny again.
How many years!
It's been a long time since no one dared to say this in front of him!
However, Fang Zhao also knew what Bai Dao meant.
When the character reaches the time of death, how to die, the script has been written before, but the director will still ask the actor's opinion. If the actor is in good condition, he may follow the actor's idea, follow the actor's intention, and let the actor play by himself, which may be better than acting according to the script.
But it can't be too outrageous, that's why Director Bai asked such a question.
"Standing to death? Kneeling to death? Lying to death? Lying down?" Director Bai asked again.
"Lie down and die," Fang recalled.
"That's right, you can't pat your whole face when you're lying on your stomach. Some people have filmed it while you're standing and kneeling."
Fang Zhao: "..."
He really died lying on his back.