Yanbei City Dry Rest Center.
Mr. Fang has gone out less frequently these days. He often stays at home and reads the news on the Internet, and pays attention to the Carroll Film and Television Festival.
Before Fang Zhao went to the Carroll Islands, Mrs. Fang sent him a message
"Take more pictures of the scenery over there. I heard that the Carroll Islands have a good view."
Then, Fang Zhaozhen only took pictures of the landscape and sent them over, not even a figure.
Mr. Fang was sulking and blew his beard, "Don't young people like to take selfies? Aren't the photos posted by celebrities on the Internet all from different angles? Why is this kid different from others? Who does this character look like? !"
After speaking, he glanced at the old lady, and continued to sigh.
No one can be seen in the photo, who is he showing the bare landscape? If you really want to see the scenery, can you just search online
After giving birth to sullenness, Mrs. Fang sent a message to Fang Zhao: "Xiao Zhao, take pictures of yourself when taking pictures, and take more pictures of people's landscapes."
After that, Mrs. Fang finally got satisfactory photos.
"Hey, my family's Xiaozhao looks good when taking pictures. It's good to laugh more with this energy... oh, I'm going fishing, this fish is good, it looks delicious..."
The old lady put on her glasses and came over to watch it together, "I thought the film and television festivals were all going to the red carpet, but I didn't expect to go fishing. Look at this place, is it a fishing farm built on the sea?"
Some of the photos Fang Zhao sent were panoramic photos, which clearly captured the surroundings.
"And this one, I took it when I was diving. It is indeed a coral island. It's so beautiful!" Mrs. Fang raised his hand and marked this photo. He had to choose a few and send them to the group later. share.
After flipping through the photos and sharing them in the group, Mrs. Fang began to count the days again, "The awards ceremony hasn't arrived yet, why do I feel like it's going so slowly?"
Mrs. Fang is nervous.
Can you be nervous
"I don't know if Xiao Zhao can win the prize this time."
Although he saw that many people on the Internet said that Fang Zhao was very likely to win the award this time, he did not say it absolutely, and they had no way of knowing what the final result would be.
"This kind of film and television art award is like playing with this method. Everything will be announced at the end. If it is as good as the Galaxy Award, everything has been decided in advance, and in the end, only an award needs to be presented on the stage." Seeing the result, Mrs. Fang kept her heart on it.
"Our family's Xiaozhao Newcomer Award and Best Supporting Actor Award are both shortlisted. According to what those people said on the Internet, I should be able to win one?" The old lady was also not sure.
"Which is more important, the Newcomer Award or the Supporting Actor Award?" Mrs. Fang posted a question on the Internet. There are all kinds of answers. Some said that the Newcomer Award is just an encouragement award. It is said that the supporting role award is just a foil, it is a model worker award, and the presence is low. He didn't know which one was right. Anyway, after all, compared with the best actor award, it's not enough to watch.
Thinking of this, Mrs. Fang felt even more depressed. He has this kind of mentality, and he hopes to get the best affirmation depending on what his children think is good. But everything does not develop according to individual wishes.
The old lady didn't understand this either. She didn't pay attention to this aspect before. If it wasn't for Fang Zhao, she wouldn't pay attention to the entertainment industry at all, let alone any awards.
"Actually, compared with the Galaxy Star Award, these are not enough." The old lady said.
"That's right!" Mrs. Fang's mood was instantly refreshed. "We have won the Galaxy Star Award, the Newcomer Award for Supporting Actors or something. Of course it's good to win it, and we don't need to care if we don't get it."
As I was talking, a courier arrived.
In an instant, Mrs. Fang forgot about the Newcomer Award and the Supporting Actor Award, stood up from the chair in a rush, even tossed the crutches aside, and ran to the door with his slippers on.
"It's what Xiao Zhao sent!"
Looking at the boxes, Mrs. Fang was not in a hurry to unpack them. He took a picture first, then unpacked the boxes, took pictures, and sent them to the group at the dry rest center:
"My family's Xiaozhao sent me something [picture] [picture] [picture] again, alas, young people are like this, how many times have I told him not to waste money! How long will it take us to send so many old people! And What about the fish he caught in Carroll, really, when someone else went to the red carpet at the film and television festival, he was better, and went fishing by the side, look at him as a star..."
On Carroll Island, Fang Zhao has already returned to the hotel from the island, and the things he bought have been sent out separately, and he also brought back some snacks from the island to Nanfeng.
Putting the newly bought feed, Fang Zhao looked at the "rabbit" in the water tank. As soon as this little thing came back, his spirits were immediately lifted, and the feed that was put in ten minutes ago was eaten up.
After knocking on the tank wall of the water tank, Fang Zhao watched the little thing and the two "ears" float up and swing in the water again, leave a message to Ren Hong and buy an additional batch of feed.
In the next few days, Fang Zhao would occasionally go out to watch a few movies, and spend the rest of the time writing papers and creating works in the hotel room.
Nan Feng, Zuo Yu, and Yan Biao each took a bag of snacks and sat side by side on the balcony.
"The boss doesn't plan to go out today."
"What are we going to do next?" Yan Biao felt that the skills he learned in the training class had not been used, and he felt useless. He was paid a high salary but was free to eat grilled fish fillets here. It's a shame!
"I'll go out to collect information later, you are free. Anyway, the boss said free movement." Nan Feng threw a piece of grilled fish into his mouth. When he met such a boss, he couldn't do anything but compromise. It was originally planned to arrange for Fang Zhao to go to various venues such as the premiere red carpet and other places to brush his face, but now it seems that those are useless.
Is the red carpet more important or the paper
If Nan Feng dared to ask Fang Zhao this question, he would not want the assistant's seat.
"Zuo Yu, what are we doing today?" Yan Biao asked.
"Damn paparazzi." Zuo Yu pointed to the outside, "Those two stared at our entertainment journals for a few days, and when they went out to smoke later, they dragged the bathroom to communicate."
Yan Biao nodded, "Okay!" Anyway, his hands were itchy.
In the room, Fang Zhao sent a finished paper to Professor Carter, the teacher in charge of the advanced training class.
Druks Carter, the composer and arranger tutor of the Twelve Laws Advanced Class, is also Mo Lang's eldest disciple, and is very prestigious in Huangzhou Art Academy.
Before receiving Fang Zhao's paper, Professor Carter was chatting with an old friend about the Carroll Film Festival.
"You won't be here this year?" the person on the other side of the video asked.
"I'm not going, it's nothing to do with us. I haven't collaborated with any film except "Genesis" in the past year." Professor Carter sat in the office of the Huangzhou Academy of Arts, flipping through this year's shortlist, and casually replied road. Although he also participated in the soundtrack work in "Genesis", he was not shortlisted, and he knew that Mo Lang was there, and they all had to step aside. Judging from this year's finalists, the other shortlisted people were just running with them.
"Is Mr. Mo going to the awards ceremony this year? The song he finished for "Genesis" has a 99% chance of winning!" The other side asked again.
"The old man hasn't attended the award ceremony of this kind of film and television festival for many years. Except for the Galaxy Awards, he doesn't go to any other activities. He can't keep up with his health. He doesn't like to join in the fun anymore." As the eldest disciple, Carter still I know Moran very well.
"I thought that the old man valued "Genesis" and lived in Weixing with the crew for so long. Maybe he would pay more attention to it?"
Carter thought for a while, "It makes sense. But I haven't received any news. If he wants to attend the awards ceremony, he will definitely confirm the schedule in advance."
"It's normal for the old man not to go. It's not uncommon for him to be soft-hearted when he wins an award."
Just as he was talking, Carter received a paper from Fang Zhao.
This made Carter very surprised, and he quickly scanned the first two pages of the paper without even bothering to answer his old friend on the communication side.
"What?" Seeing Carter's eyebrows rising again and again over there, he asked.
"I read two pages of the paper that Fang Zhao just sent. Although I haven't read it, I can see that it is a high-quality paper. According to the standards of our advanced education class, I think it should have an A+ level."
"So high?! Isn't that kid going to the film and television festival? Does he have time to think about his thesis?"
"More than that, he just sent a message saying that there is another paper being written." At this point, Carter's smile deepened. As a teacher, of course, he hopes that the students can put more attention on music, "When he asked for leave, I was worried that he would go to the film and television festival and be swayed by the glitz of the entertainment industry. I didn't expect that he could calm down. to ponder the thesis."
"There are not many young people who can do this. It is no wonder that he can be admitted to the twelve rules of imperial art at this age."
"Fang Zhao is indeed a good student. I'll wait to see his other paper after the festival." Carter said with satisfaction.
Five days later, before waiting for the awards ceremony of the film and television festival, Carter received a document, a paper, and a scanned image of the manuscript from Fang Zhao.
Carter spent most of the day looking at the papers and manuscripts sent by Fang Zhao, then took a deep breath and sent a message to Mo Lang: "Teacher, you really don't plan to accept another apprentice?"
If you don't accept it, I'm about to start! Carter thought.