"The tone of the movie "The Crow" has always been dark, and it is different from any movie I have ever acted in. It can be said that this is an unforgettable attempt in my career..."

"I have always felt that we all live in a small room, and movies are a window in the room. It not only allows us to see another side of the world, but also allows us to experience the joys and anger of each character.

funeral music……"

"Teacher Zhou Yang is a very respectable director, starring, and screenwriter. He is the soul of the entire crew after Mr. Wang Shuai. For example, if Mr. Wang Shuai gave "The Crow" the frame and body

If so, then Teacher Zhou Yang embellishes the soul of this movie."

"It is a very lucky thing to work with Mr. Zhou Yang on a film. He is very gentle to everyone on the crew..."

"Academic? Yes, I am indeed an academic, but I think a good actor cannot be defined. How about an academic? What about Yeluzi? How can one interpret that an actor who does a good job in a movie is a good actor...

…”

"Of course I like Teacher Zhou Yang. Not only do I like Teacher Zhou Yang, but I also particularly like Director Feng and Teacher Wang Shuai. Director Feng Kai worked with me for the second time, and it was completely different from the first time."

To be honest, hehe, when I first met Mr. Feng Kai, he always had a straight face, like this..."

"..."

Some people are born to stand in front of the stage and enjoy the spotlight.

Song Yiyi didn't dress up much, just put on a clean green dress, walked through the muddy path of Qingshui Village, and after a brief chat with Bi Funan at the entrance of the village, she walked straight towards the circle of reporters.

Go.

The sun shines on the large locust tree at the entrance of the village, revealing a hint of shade. Among the noisy reporters, her figure is like an elf dancing in the mountains, full of energy, hiding her face and giggling from time to time, which is so cute.

Hard to resist.

Zhou Yang stood not far away and looked at Song Yiyi.

He listened to her every word, memorized all the content of her answers, and kept thinking about how he should answer when faced with such a situation.

After answering almost everything, her agent Xu Lingling stood in front of her, smiled and began to answer other questions from the reporters on her behalf.

Song Yiyi walked over slowly holding up her skirt. When she saw Zhou Yang, she suddenly stopped and looked at Zhou Yang playfully.

"These reporters definitely want to stir up the romance between you and me. They keep asking how the love scene was filmed and whether the love scene happened because of it... Zhou Yang, do you want to stir up the scandal? Hehe.

"Although I have been filming movies for three years, I have not had any scandals with any actors... I still have my first kiss on screen..." She blinked at Zhou Yang, especially when she saw Zhou Yang

After that dull silence, she suddenly smiled even more happily, and her words were full of provocation.

"No, that's not good." Zhou Yang was a little embarrassed by being stared at, feeling like he was being teased, but then he shook his head, "I don't like this." A naughty person like Zhou Yang is not only serious about other things, but also serious about other things.

The same is true emotionally.

"Okay, okay, I'm teasing you, Zhou Yang. Smile, you look so pretty when you smile. Don't keep a straight face all day long. It's not an idol drama that wants you to play the cold male lead. Okay.

, it’s your turn to interview..." After Song Yiyi finished laughing, and after seeing Zhou Yang being so unresponsive, she lightly dusted the dust on her skirt, and then imitated Zhou Yang's example and said bitterly and with deep hatred.

She looked at Zhou Yang like a big sister.

"ah?"

"Go, go, don't worry, I'll take care of any problems..." When Song Yiyi saw Zhou Yang standing stupidly, she couldn't help but push Zhou Yang out.

…………………………

"Hello, Director Zhou, I would like to ask, how do you feel about Song Yiyi?"

"Hello, Director Zhou, can we have a brief interview with you? Can we talk about your past?"

"Hello, Director Zhou, I heard that "Hero" has been registered for the Cannes International Film Festival. This "The Crow"..."

"Hello, Teacher Zhou, I am Xiao Zhang, a reporter from Noon Entertainment News. I would like to ask, why don't you go see Zhang Haixia and his wife?"

"Dear Teacher Zhou, will you develop in the music industry in the future? The two songs "Meet" you wrote are now very popular. In terms of daily sales, they have surpassed Cai Lin's album more than once... The total album sales are also infinitely close. In the industry

Everyone thinks that she will surpass Cai Lin, what do you think of this?"

"..."

Zhou Yang was pushed to the front.

His hair was messy, and his whole person was like a kitten that had been stunned by a searchlight in the middle of the night. His eyes flashed with a hint of confusion for a moment.

Countless cameras and lenses covered his whole body, and the countless gazes with various emotions seemed to open up his heart and brain to see what kind of secrets were hidden inside.

However, he couldn't be said to be nervous, let alone scared.

After experiencing Berlin, the social fear in his heart has been reduced a lot, and it is not particularly difficult to deal with these reporters calmly.

However, maintaining a good mood does not mean that he can handle this interview perfectly.

The chatter of voices rushed past Zhou Yang's ears like waves.

His mind went blank.

It's a feeling of wanting to say something, but not knowing where to start.

Standing in front of the stage, I suddenly fell into awkward silence.

His silence shocked Song Yiyi who was watching carefully from behind.

She thought about many possibilities. She thought about Zhou Yang's messy answers, thought about Zhou Yang saying some irrelevant things, even thought about Zhou Yang telling the details of the scene he and she were filming, and even thought about Zhou Yang getting angry with the reporters on the spot.

…

However, she never thought that Zhou Yang would face the camera without saying a word or even showing an expression.

She suddenly began to worry...

She began to wonder if she had done something wrong by pushing Zhou Yang out.

The more she thought about it, the more she felt something was wrong!

etc!

Is this guy's brain stuck on the spot?

It’s going to be bad!

Her eyes suddenly widened.

The feeling that Zhou Yang gave her was that he was the kind of person who was usually dull, not very talkative, always liked to be alone, and it was difficult to enter his world...

Once such a person does not speak in front of the camera, it is easy for him to hold back.

Time passes little by little...

Song Yiyi felt that it was getting worse and worse.

The buzzing reporters saw Zhou Yang who was silent.

Subconsciously, their voices began to slowly become quieter, and eventually the huge place became eerily quiet.

All these reporters stared blankly at the up-and-coming director who looked at everyone with an expressionless face.

Not sure if it was an illusion, but they felt that there seemed to be an invisible aura about him, which was a bit depressing and filled with an indescribable sense of chilling.

Then……

The atmosphere is getting weirder and weirder.

The reporters stared at Zhou Yang, and for a moment they felt that the atmosphere was not only cold, but also very suffocating.

“The weather is great today!”

Sudden.

Zhou Yang, who had been silent all this time, said this.

When hearing such a sentence, the reporters were stunned.

Not far away, Song Yiyi, who was sweating for Zhou Yang, almost squirted.

Then……

She looked at Zhou Yang's upright figure, looking around at each reporter, with a naive smile on her face, looking up at the sky at 45 degrees like the hero of an idol drama, as if she was brewing some feelings, this guy

He slowly looked back at the confused reporters.

"First of all, thank you very much for coming all the way. There were so many questions just now that I didn't know what to answer at once, so please give me some time so I can answer them one by one..."

"I used to think that I would be an ordinary electrician in this life."

"It was by chance or accident that I entered this industry and met some friends, and these friends were very enthusiastic to help me along the way, allowing me to shoot "Mine Bottom" very willfully according to my own ideas.

", allowing me, a person with low emotional intelligence and a stupid mouth, to appear in front of the camera and let so many people pay attention to me..."

"half year ago……"

Zhou Yang's voice was very sincere.

The reporters watched this big boy with messy hair, ragged clothes, and eyes full of complex emotions speaking a confession in front of them.

It seems to be the autobiography of a little person. In it, Zhou Yang also talked about the first time he faced a reporter and was scolded by the media.

When the reporters heard this, they unconsciously felt some sympathy in their hearts.

They have been in the entertainment industry all year round, so they naturally know the dirty things in the entertainment industry better than anyone else...

For sales, for appreciation, for profit...

Black people are called white, and white people are called black. These things are very common.

After all, this is how the world is.

But Zhou Yang's words gave people a sense of reality that they couldn't bear to interrupt for a moment. Many reporters who were pushing forward with microphones also stopped and looked at him quietly.

"After that incident, I have been afraid to come out. I was afraid that I would say something wrong, offend someone, and have a bad impact on everyone on the crew..."

"Thank you to Teacher Song Yiyi Song. If she hadn't pushed me, I might have retracted again."

"Sometimes the most difficult thing for people to face is themselves."

At the Berlin International Film Festival, Zhou Yang's acceptance speech was a form of immersing himself in a character, allowing him to walk to the stage and finish a series of words very seriously.

That time, he felt that he had done a good job.
To be continued...