Feng Kai finally came into contact with the script of the movie "The Crow".

Before, he was like a handyman on the crew of "The Crow". All the dirty work was thrown to him, so naturally he had no access to the script.

But now, he is the nominal assistant director, so his treatment in all aspects is naturally different.

Why nominal?

Because when Wang Shuai handed the script to him, he was silent for a long time and finally said this: "Before the filming of the movie starts, you have to read the script thoroughly, otherwise the whole crew will not be convinced by you."

The look in Wang Shuai's eyes made Feng Kai's heart beat like a knife.

But at the same time, he was holding back a strong energy in his heart...

Although Zhou Yang helped him get the position of assistant director, he will prove that he is absolutely qualified to sit in this position and will not let anyone down!

However……

When he opened the script for the movie "The Crow" and wrote a preliminary script outline based on his own ideas overnight, the real torture had just begun.

"No, you can't shoot it like this, rewrite it!"

"..."

"The meaning is not right, not enough, rewrite!"

"..."

"Xiao Feng, you didn't understand the meaning of the script. What kind of garbage are the shooting plans and shooting plans you wrote..."

"..."

"Rewrite, if it still doesn't work, keep writing!"

"..."

"Soul, even if you shoot the outline, he needs soul, he needs focus. I only see the gorgeous language, but I can't see the soul inside. It still doesn't work. Let's rewrite it!"

"..."

The energy I held in my heart was wasted over and over again by rejections, and eventually turned into despair.

That self-confidence turned into cracks and then collapsed in Wang Shuai's questioning eyes. In the end, he doubted whether he was suitable for making movies and whether he had the talent.

In just one week.

Feng Kai's pupils were all bloodshot. Every time he picked up a pen to write a technical book, he was filled with self-doubt. He felt weak and unable to muster any energy.

Even the hand holding the pen was trembling. When he walked out of the set, he didn't know if it was an illusion. He felt that everyone was looking at him and pointing. Even the people in the village looked at him with strange eyes.

He felt like his whole body was about to collapse.

The once high-spirited new director is now grabbing his long, messy hair and scratching it, wanting to bang his head against the wall, forcing himself to write a shooting outline.

wrong!

wrong!

Wrong again!

Still not right!

How should I write it? What exactly does Director Wang want? What kind of thing should I write that is suitable for Director Wang?

August 17th.

Morning.

After staying up all night, the unshaven Feng Kai walked out of the office again. He was in a daze, carrying the latest shooting outline with his head lowered, and walked step by step to Wang Shuai's room and knocked on the door.

After knocking for a while, he saw no response from Wang Shuai. Through the window, he saw that Wang Shuai's office was empty.

Where has Director Wang gone?

He looked around blankly, and finally saw Wang Shuai not far from the adobe house, silently staring at the scenery on the other side of the mountain in a daze.

He walked over subconsciously.

"Director Wang, I, I have finished writing, can you help me read it again?"

Feng Kai was beating a drum deep in his heart. When a person's self-confidence completely collapsed, every word he spoke seemed to have exhausted all his strength and summoned up all his courage.

"Um."

Wang Shuai calmly turned his head and took over the shooting outline written by Feng Kai.

Feng Kai observed Wang Shuai's expression...

When he saw Wang Shuai frowning, his heart skipped a beat. Invisibly, there seemed to be an aura on Wang Shuai that made him breathless.

His face was pale...

He really didn’t know how he should write to satisfy Wang Shuai!

Even, it seems that no matter how he writes, Wang Shuai is not satisfied...

"Why……"

He heard Wang Shuai let out a long sigh.

Feng Kai lowered his head subconsciously.

"Director Wang, yes, is there anything that can be modified?" Feng Kai clenched his fists, his whole body tense and his heart beating rapidly.

"Xiao Feng, it still doesn't work!" Wang Shuai looked at Feng Kai's appearance and shook his head.

"..." Feng Kai lowered his head even more. He saw Wang Shuai handing him the manuscript, his eyes full of disappointment.

Feng Kai moved his lips, but in the end nothing came out.

"Have you not made any progress these days? In other words, are you not aware of your own problems at all?" Wang Shuai looked at Feng Kai.

"Director Wang, I...I don't know what's wrong. I only know that no matter what I write or what I do, you or the entire crew are not satisfied. I am like an alternative and you have always looked down on me..." Feng Kai

His eye circles were red, but he gritted his teeth and finally spoke out all the grievances he had felt over the past few days. After speaking, he looked at Wang Shuai.

He really doesn't understand!

Is he really that miserable?

"I graduated from Yanying Film School. I have interned in all major film crews. I am more confident than anyone else in terms of professional standards in all aspects. I have written countless shooting outlines. Why can't I be the assistant director? It's you, all of you."

You didn't like me from the beginning, right? If you didn't like me from the beginning, why did you keep me here? I don't know what I did wrong... Zhou Yang said that I had a lot of credit in "The Mine",

I am the assistant director of "Under the Mine" and I am filming it seriously. Although I did not appear in Berlin, Berlin proves that the content I filmed is not bad!"

After seeing Wang Shuai's silence, Feng Kai finally ignited the fire deep in his heart, and he roared angrily.

What kind of Beijing circle, what kind of powerful director, what kind of film circle...

The worst he can do is stop playing!

What's so great about it?

These people are targeting him...

"No more?" Wang Shuai saw his roaring look and just looked at him quietly, then asked calmly.

"No, no more..." The angry roar suddenly died down again after facing Wang Shuai's calm gaze. He only felt that he was wronged.

"It's a good thing to be able to vent. Let's go and take you to see what Xiao Zhou is doing now. Have you noticed that you haven't seen Xiao Zhou for almost five days?"

"Ah" after hearing Wang Shuai's voice, Feng Kai was stunned, and then his eyes suddenly widened as if he thought of something.

Since the welcome banquet that day, he indeed found that he had not seen Zhou Yang for several days...

Obviously, Zhou Yang lives in the same village as him, but it seems...

There is no sense of existence!

……………………

March is the time to plant corn.

Feng Kai followed Wang Shuai to the newly reclaimed land and looked at the people working...

Wang Shuai didn't speak, just stood aside silently.

Feng Kai looked at this group of people. After looking at them for a long time, he was still confused.

Where is Zhou Yang?

Where is Zhou Yang?

After searching for a long time, he finally saw a familiar figure in a wasteland.

That figure, wearing a bamboo hat, was hoeing the ground, sowing seeds, bending down, and planting seeds in the morning sun. Every movement he made was as skillful as an old farmer...

He was stunned, and subconsciously leaned over there. He found that the figure's clothes were in tatters, and he was very slovenly. There was a smell of sweat all over his body.

"Director Zhou?"

"Director Zhou?"

Feng Kai shouted several times subconsciously, but the figure still showed no reaction...
To be continued...