Reborn on Top of Football

"Dr. Wang, how do you manage to be so attractive every time you appear on camera?" Xu Qinglian rolled up a newspaper into a microphone and pointed it at Wang Ai's mouth: "Also, how do you make people look good at every turn? The little girl was crying, and the TV station had a special soundtrack for your game clip?"

"Also." The little beauty also came up, really curious: "How do you always create epic scenes? Note, this is not what I asked, this is what Sister Zhang Xiuyun asked, you know her In terms of entertainment, our Chinese film and television dramas are particularly lacking in this kind of epic scenes. Many scenes are large, but not romantic. How do you do it?"

Wang Ai looked past the beauties and placed them on the TV in the living room. Inside, he looked sideways at the camera, looking at the green grass in the distance, the nervous opponent in the distance, the hazy goal at the limit... After the close-up, it was replaced by Looking down at the camera, he began to exercise. The wind blew his jersey tightly against his body, highlighting his toned muscles and figure.

Then, the camera falls on a head-on perspective and begins to slow down. When the football flies out from under the feet, the speed of the camera is already very slow. At the same time, a high-spirited and proud symphony sounds, and the camera switches back and forth from various angles to follow the unwavering flight of the erratic football. towards the target.

When the side shot of the goalpost captures half of the football flying over the goal line, the music is like the darkness before dawn heralding the climax, and when it cuts back to various angles and becomes the introduction of football, various instruments make the loudest sounds at the same time. , the provocative emotions also exploded.

"I think Atletico Madrid must hate this work." Wang Ai walked around Xu Qinglian who was holding the microphone and the little beauty who was leaning against her with an innocent face seeking knowledge, and came to the sofa. While sitting down, he grabbed two twists. The wiggling hairy ball was placed on his hand.

Xu Qinglian dropped the newspaper and ran over, picked up another wool dumpling, and pointed her cute face at Wang Ai's face: "Meow, teach us, we have to rely on this ability to travel in the world."

Wang Ai rolled his eyes and leaned on the headrest of the sofa: "Ask Wu Jing. The scene of launching missiles in Wolf Warrior 2 and the soundtrack are very epic."

"It's a pity that it only lasted a few seconds." The little beauty sat over and picked up Xiao Hua, stroking its body that was a little thin due to breastfeeding but still smooth.

"Actually, we talked about this the night BJ invited them to dinner." Wang Ai still raised his head: "He said he didn't have any knowledge in this area. You know that modern Chinese film and television largely refers to Hong Kong movies, and Hong Kong movies lack The grand narrative is the story of the small citizens.”

Having said this, Wang Ai finally lowered his head: "Wu Gang added one more thing, saying that when we founded the People's Republic of China, we made some changes in film and television expression techniques and removed everything suspected of theism. The so-called epic shots emphasize the individual too much. , and shaping it in the direction of gods, which is inconsistent with our atheism and the people’s view of history.”

Xu Qinglian held the wool dumpling against her face and listened intently, while the wool dumpling closed her eyes in enjoyment.

The little beauty caressed the little flower subconsciously, Leonie's eyes were focused and she was obviously thinking, while Kangsi liked to touch her fluffy braid.

"Then I also added one more." Wang Ai recalled: "I said that one year I was chatting with Zhang Bin on the sports channel, and I said what's going on with CCTV? It photographed the Liaoning ship like a fishing boat. The military parade was shot like a group exercise. Where is the power? The majesty? The murderous look? I think it is not difficult to take the photo. It is just a matter of changing the angle and adjusting the light."

Xu Qinglian tilted her head and leaned on the wool dumpling: "Yes, I also think the CCTV footage is not as good-looking as the foreign media footage."

"Then Zhang Bin told me that one year they were filming something. Anyway, the pictures were quite similar to what you said, but then they asked the leader to kill him. The leader meant that they could not film so fiercely and wanted peace. We They are harmless little white rabbits." Wang Ai spread his hands and said funny: "Then I told them both that there are tens of millions of people engaged in photography and videography in China, and the film industry started not much later than in foreign countries. It’s constantly developing. It makes no sense that we really don’t know such superficial technologies. At least we can’t know none of them, right? Then why do those who know it have no success and can’t see similar works? There can only be a lever to give Pressed down.”

"Why?" Leonie was confused.

"Hide your power and bide your time." Wang Ai said with a smile: "Chinese people are not born pacifists. On the contrary, the Chinese are actually very warlike. In history, whenever China was invaded by foreign countries and almost lost its country, it was all caused by its own people. It was caused by too much misery and too many deaths. For example, in Liao, Jin and Mongolia, when the Manchus entered the customs, the prelude was for the Chinese to beat the Chinese to death, and for the Japanese invasion of China. Without years of civil war, the Japanese had no chance. So In a generally peaceful world guaranteed by nuclear weapons, the Chinese want peace and an educated peace. In the long run, Chinese artists will no longer shoot that kind of footage. It has only gotten better in recent years. Are you preparing for war? There is no such thing. The change of the pointer cannot be captured in Wolf Warrior 2, and it cannot be released even if it is filmed.”

The women usually didn't think about these things and listened a little raptly. Instead, Kang Si asked: "So, what's the first question?"

Xu Qinglian suddenly realized: "That's right, don't ramble on. It's you who's asking."

Wang Ai was helpless: "Believe it or not, if the sports channel was responsible for this, they would make a short feature film of my goal that reversed the game. It would not be heroic but collectivist, and the soundtrack would not be the same." Is it this kind of thing that inspires people's blood but guides people's humanity? It is to blur the key actions that score goals, rewrite the game, and attract the hearts of tens, hundreds of thousands, and millions of people, and introduce my personal growth. , My training? This is the difference in narrative mode. What I just said is that China is atheistic and has a people's view of history. If the narrative logic is not constructed from the perspective of theism and the heroic view of history, there will eventually be two narrative directions. , will create different audience feedback and also form different social impacts."

"If it were a sports channel, what kind of music would you give to this ball? What else could it be if it wasn't this exciting?" The little beauty was not convinced.

"What could it be?" Wang Ai raised two wool dumplings in front of his eyes and looked at them directly: "Can't it be "Jasmine"?"

"And!" The beauties waved their hands at the same time and stood up: "You are also worthy of Jasmine, thank you for thinking about it."

Kangsi on the other side frowned, and then tentatively opened her voice: "What a jasmine flower, what a jasmine flower, even the flowers in the garden are not as fragrant as it..."

As soon as "Jasmine" with Spanish folk music was sung, the room fell silent. Just as the replay came on the TV, Leonie simply turned off the TV when she sang the third sentence.

Don’t tell me, it’s quite a match!