Jia Youqian put an arm on Han Fei's shoulder and didn't have a good way: "what do you think, man? You've emptied out your family background. You haven't updated it for two months, and you still expect royalties?"

"That's OK." Han Fei patted his chest with lingering fear. If he got drunk on the first day of registration, he must be punished by the school.

When Han Fei arrived at the dormitory, Jin Boyuan was already there, and the others hadn't come yet. It's estimated that the goods had just arrived and squatted there.

"Lying in the trough, old Han hasn't seen you for a year. Why is he handsome again?"

Han Fei nodded with satisfaction: "the young man has a future. Ah, the authentic Chaoshan [Doufang] is for you."

Jin Boyuan was a little impolite. He took a piece and bit it. His eyes were shining: "good, where did you buy it? It's just a little too sweet."

"Just like it." Han Fei secretly congratulated himself that he didn't eat. These two boxes of [bean cubes] were actually a letter just given to him by Jia Youqian. Han Fei saw that they were high in sugar, so he resolutely gave them to Jin Boyuan. Considering that Jin Boyuan's goods were sweet

"Alas, Lao Li, why are you going?" Jin Boyuan chewed [bean square] in his mouth, a little vague.

Han Fei waved his hand: "club party."

"What a broken club? Get together on the first day of school." Jin Boyuan murmured.

The top roof of the teaching building of the director department is usually locked. I don't know where Jia Youqian got the key. He took Han Fei to the roof and said, "this will be our secret base in the future!"

That sad look seemed to say: look, this is the land I laid. In fact, there is nothing on the roof except a few broken tables and chairs.

Before long, Jiang Qinghou and others arrived one after another. Only Bao Ruoxi said they would arrive tomorrow.

"Lao Jia, you call your brothers and tell them what you have to say. Well, look at your stink." Jiang Qinghou and Jia Youqian are classmates. They are used to fighting and are not used to the goods at all.

Other members of the drama editing club also had a look of excitement, leaving no face for the so-called president.

Jia Youqian did not refute this rare, but had a bad smile on his lips: "Hey, I asked you if you are satisfied with the documentary I made this time!"

"Come on, let's read it first." Jiang Qinghou really muttered when he saw his confident look. Did he really make a good film? At least he recognized the theme of "Yangcheng Railway Station".

"OK, let's open your eyes today!" Jia Youqian said and took out his laptop.

After clicking on the full screen, a group of people sat in front of the table and looked down from the high-altitude lens in the square of Yangcheng Railway Station. This lens was rubbed by Jia Youqian when someone was using a scaffold to maintain the camera at that time. Let alone the effect is really good and has a sense of documentary.

The stream of people, the sound of Hawking in the square and the sound of broadcasting immediately gave people an immersive and real experience.

Jiang Qinghou also nodded secretly. At least this beginning was very successful and the control of the picture was in place.

The film continued to move forward. In the police station, a woman with a bow back appeared in the camera. The woman hobbled into the police station, and then an amazing scene appeared. She went straight to the water dispenser, opened the storage cabinet under the water dispenser, and took the disposable cup just put in by the police, It seems that she found the camera shooting her. The woman didn't avoid it at all, but waved her hand at the camera.

"This, can't you put it in the picture?" Yang Kai's first reaction was to doubt. Is there anyone who stole it from the police station?

Jiang Qinghou shook his head: "it's not shooting, you haven't been on the crew, and those group performances living at the bottom often do so. If the crew doesn't have a supervisor, let alone lunch boxes and props, even photographic equipment may be stolen and sold to you."

The others did not speak, but continued to stare at the screen, which attracted them at the beginning.

In the middle of the screening, Jia Youqian paused. The crowd looked at him in doubt. Jiang Qinghou didn't have a good way: "Lao Jia, what are you doing? If you want to hear us praise, you have to let us finish it?"

Jia Youqian spread his hand: "in fact, you can boast if you want to, because the second half is Han Feijian's."

"What? The film you two cut together?" Jiang Qinghou was shocked.

Jia Youqian didn't take it seriously: "yes, although Han Fei is a performance department, his editing skills are not bad at all."

Jiang Qinghou is more interested now. Although he always likes to compete with Jia Youqian, he still knows the professionalism of the goods. In his opinion, if Jia Youqian is not too lazy, his grades can at least rank in the top three.

The rest of the club members also looked at Han Fei in surprise. Jia Youqian looked as if he didn't care about anything. In fact, he was a very arrogant person. Even if Jiang Qinghou had been able to take the palm mirror for others, Jia Youqian had never been convinced that he would praise a freshman of the performance department so much?

The documentary continued to play, and the camera turned. It was filmed of hawkers selling goods in the railway station square. They were taken to the police station. After they took the initiative to be detained, the vendors were obviously relaxed, and some even took out their melon seeds and knocked them up.

In the camera, the smile of a girl in yellow is particularly conspicuous. No matter who she talks to, the girl is smiling and makes everyone around happy. But when asked how she thought of coming to the railway station square to buy small commodities, the girl in yellow cried.

The girl in yellow is a good girl. She came out of Yangcheng to work just after graduating from junior high school. There is a brother at home. In addition to the meal money, the rest of her monthly salary will be sent home. At the end of the year, the factory is afraid that she won't come back and press her salary for a month. The girl in yellow doesn't even have enough money to buy train tickets. Later, I heard that setting up a stall in the railway station can make money, She took the rest of her money into the goods and was caught on the first day she set up a stall.

In the camera, the innocent smiling face of the girl in yellow forms a sharp contrast with her crying, which makes people feel inexplicably distressed. But if you think from another angle, is it right for the girl to set up a stall in the railway station square?

This is precisely the most thought-provoking problem. Every vendor wandering in the railway station square will have his own poor experience, but this can not be the reason for them to break the rules again and again.

As soon as the picture turned, a policeman appeared. The policeman said in a chatty tone: "are you looking at these vendors very poor?"

"In fact, there are more pitiful ones. You don't see. Many couples change their posts and set up stalls. Their husbands are arrested. Their wives bring their children to the police station. The children must cry. Others look as if they are vulnerable groups and the police bully others. In fact, we let them go. The next day they set up stalls in that place and sometimes fight with others because of the stalls 。”

"Later, I couldn't help it. Instead of letting them go and catch them again, I'd better let them stay here and put them back on New Year's Eve so that everyone can have a clean year."

Such a scene is only a microcosm of the second half. Compared with Jia Youqian's direct criticism in the first half, the second half edited by Han Fei is more obscure. He doesn't label everyone as good or bad. On the contrary, he just shows the most real state of these people through real examples.

"Hiss ~ ~ ~" Jiang Qinghou couldn't help taking a breath after watching the second half. This editing technique won't be believed by anyone when it comes to their director's class. It comes from a rookie in the performance department.