Xu Qingyan stood on the side, watching the lighting planning in action; the atmosphere on-site was lively, and a teacher from the directorâs group turned his head and said a word.
âI donât understand lighting. I just want that effect.â
He found it amusing. The lighting directorâs face was at a loss for words as he continued to argue.
âThis is challenging. Itâs theoretically feasible, butâ¦â
After listening for a while, he learned that the lighting layout concept was based on âRites of Zhou. Kaogong Jiâ, which essentially was a miniature representation of ancient Changâan City.
When the ancients built cities, they were typically square-shaped with each side being nine li long, and three gates of various sizes on each side. This is whatâs meant by âsquare nine li, side three gates.â
The lighting design concept was also created according to this âmicrocosmâ, but the difficulty lied in⦠traditional stage lighting focusing on perspective, while this was an outdoor grand stage.
To recreate the grandeur of the Tang Dynasty, it was necessary to coordinate with the shot division and the design of the landscape for the display of lighting.
Xu Qingyan was like a dry sponge, eagerly soaking up knowledge and working on the task assigned to him. He showed no timidity and actually managed to create something.
Even though he had never dealt with lighting before, watching for the past two days had made him understand most of the workflow.
After busying himself for a while, Gan Wenchang came looking for him.
âWhat era are we in, still playing with traditional lighting?â
âWhat are you here for?â
He looked up, stopping the planning in his hands. It wasnât his own work; he was just following along for simulation, planning to discuss with the lighting director later.
Decked with the title of a creator, he was like leveling up in a dungeon game.
âBuddy, Iâve come to free you from suffering. Whatâs there to stick around lighting for?â Gan Wenchang gestured, âChangâan Normal Music Academy is mustering up for the Spring Festival gala. Are you going or not?â
âWhere?â
âYou donât even know Changâan Normal Music Academy? Letâs go.â Gan Wenchang fluttered his eyebrows, sporting a knowing look, âGo feast your eyes.â
âCanât be bothered to go, might as well play a few games.â Xu Qingyanâs face was expressionless, but in truth, Zhou Mian had already completed the company registration procedure.
Whenever he had time, he was either meticulously preparing music scores or pondering how to sustain the company. With funds, it wasnât difficult to operate; a direct project launch would suffice.
However, for the specifics of the operation, he needed to talk to He Guojin and hear his suggestions.
He Guojin truly was a good person, a good leader. Xu Qingyan wasnât one to be standoffish; he approached boldly to establish ties, and they became familiar through repeated interactions.
âSeriously, youâre not going?â Gan Wenchang became anxious, âAre you saying pretty girls are less appealing than this pile of equipment? If youâre not going, who else will go on stage to rally the crowd?â
Upon hearing this, Xu Qingyan looked puzzled.
âCome on, Director He, what youâre saying, itâs as if thereâs no one else in the directorâs group.â
For such a rallying task, one of the three big names had to attend. The chief director, Ji Shiâan, certainly wouldnât go; Lu Liangsheng was a bit of an introvert, so he probably wouldnât show his face.
He Guojin was usually prudent, so it was likely that he wouldnât refuse if it fell on him.
âDirector He has been busy recently, heâs in talks with the shadow puppetry troupe.â Gan Wenchang scratched his head, eyeing the pile of LED lights that complied with the TV stationâs environmental concept.
âIf you donât go, weâre short on people. Teacher Li is supposed to go with us, but we need someone to attract attention, and Teacher Li suggested bringing you along to the stage.â
âWhat do you mean attract attention?â Xu Qingyan, speechless, realized it was essentially none of his business here, so he casually agreed, âAlright then.â
A group of them took the directorâs groupâs minibus to the music academy.
Leader Teacher Li from the directorâs group gave some instructions to several boys on the way.
âThere are many girls at the music academy. You guys, being grown men, should talk more. Donât shame our directorâs group. Mind your posture and demeanor.â@@novelbin@@
âGot it~â
The response was scattered and lackluster.
Besides the two veterans, the ones rallied for mobilization were the young folks like Xu Qingyan and Gan Wenchang. Teacher Li singled out Xu Qingyan, asking him to stand and canvass for a while.
In fact, it was just a joke; the mere mention of appearing on the Spring Festival gala was attractive enough.
On the bus, Xu Qingyan received a call from Lin Wanzhou.
âHello?â
âI⦠Iâve been invited by Beijing TV to the New Yearâs Eve celebrationâ¦â Lin Wanzhou succinctly relayed the situation, her tone somewhat uneasy.
âI donât know if I should go, they said it needs to match the theme of the songs.â
Xu Qingyan, startled at first, then said,
âGo ahead, thatâs a good thing.â
âTo match the theme⦠Hmm⦠donât worry about that, just agree to it for now. Iâm still on the road. Send me the specifics.â
âOkay, wonât you be busy?â Lin Wanzhou expressed concern, âIf itâs too much trouble, you donât have to distract yourself; I can give it a try.â
âItâs not too busy; Iâve got some stuff saved up.â He replied, hesitant to get into details on the bus, âThere definitely are options. Just accept it for now.â
âAlright, Iâll get back to you around four this afternoon.â
After hanging up, Xu Qingyan remembered the hard drive he had left in his apartment. It wasnât the kind of thing one would carry around at all times; naturally, he had left it in his room.
Before long, Lin Wanzhou sent over a message.
He scrutinized the text, noting that the requirement to match the theme was quite broad. A New Yearâs Eve show was different from Beijing TVâs Spring Festival gala; it needed to be both meaningful and uplifting.
It seemed that Beijing TV couldnât get over being outshone by Orange TV last year and had thus incorporated the sub-theme of âyouthful vitalityâ into this yearâs event, calling for an uplifting tone.
âUpliftingâ¦â Xu Qingyan murmured to himself, thinking of Lin Wanzhouâs voice, he decided to send the song âWhen the Wind Risesâ to her once he got back.
Lost in thought, a call from Pei Muchan came through.
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