Chapter 937

Moreover, the camera sense of the professional film directors is also very different. From the beginning of the film, they overlook the whole village in the ancient countryside from the perspective of birds, and the keynote of the whole film is located in the deep connotation.

The picture is warm and full of a sense of time. In the endless field, a girl wearing a flowered shirt and two braids is seriously cutting rice, occasionally raising her arm to wipe the sweat on her forehead. The breeze blows, and the bangs in front of her forehead swing with the wind.

When she straightens up and turns her head slowly, she smiles.

Almost no Rouge of the cheek, the United States is so natural, the United States directly hit the heart.

"Smile like a flower! Not like the world

The adjectives in this script, so vivid out of the text, into a real visual enjoyment.

When people are still savoring the pure beauty without adding any modern artificial decoration, the camera turns, and in the next shot, Ji Qiong, wearing a gray suit, stands in front of the landing window, his eyes penetrating the glass and falling on the outside sky. Then he took his hand and unfolded it in front of him. A small orange suddenly appeared in front of him. He looked at the orange and gently laughed. His smile was full of doting, like looking at the person he loved deeply.

Ji Nuan Nuan and Ji Qiong look at each other from different angles. After the editing in the later period, they have the illusion that she and he look at each other through time and distance.

Look back and smile, with deep feeling.

Elite uncle and pure girl!

This kind of clip almost makes people forget that this is actually a workplace movie.

As the picture passes quickly, it skips through the endless fields and enters Beijing, the capital of endless traffic and people.

In a hot pot shop with a noisy family, Ji wennuan, dressed as a waiter, bends down to help the guests add alcohol. A fat man puts a salty pig's hand on her slightly upturned buttock and touches it. Ji wennuan screams in fright and pours the alcohol in the pot directly on the guests' head... Then Ji wennuan is pushed out of the door by a man in a black uniform, He fell to the ground with his bag.

The camera turns again and turns to a busy office.

Ji wennuan, dressed as a clergyman, was scolded by a middle-aged woman pointing at her nose. The middle-aged woman's documents hit her on the head again and again

Ji wennuan ran in the deserted corridor while wiping tears, and then ran into a man in a dark suit.

With two red and swollen eye blisters and a red tip of the nose, he appeared in front of Ji dome with no demeanor.

"... director of discipline." Ji wennuan murmured. Ji Qiong, who was well-dressed and spotless, was just like escaping from a robbery scene.

"Don't cry." Gentle and magnetic male voice sounded, no disgust, no ridicule, no irony, no dissatisfaction.

The next moment, he took out a tissue from his pocket and handed it to her, gently wiping her tears.

"In this company, everyone is very busy, no one is willing to take the time to help a person who may not be of any use to themselves, and no one has such obligation."

"In fact, there are not so many right and wrong points in the workplace. If you do things well, you'll be OK. Otherwise, even if you have more reasons, it's just an excuse for failure!"

"I'm still saying that. You can come to me if you have anything! But I don't want to help a person who doesn't grow up and is easy to bring personal emotions to work! "