Chapter 413

In fact, isn't that what they are doing now?

Mobilizing a crew, from framing to shooting, from editing to soundtrack... The program team of "Entertainment Intern" has given too much, tens of thousands of credits to make a 40-minute short film, and even if you tell it, your peers will laugh. It’s a shame to know that the cost of filming a film of this size is ten times or even dozens of times outside.

When He Jiayi came to his senses, he couldn't help but break into a cold sweat.

It’s a kind of belated awe.

Outsiders may think that "Entertainment Interns" can also recover costs through advertising investment, copyright sales, etc., but they, the interns who have personally participated in the program, know that the program team left the copyright to the creative team for free. No profit was gained, but the resources in each round were more abundant than the previous round. Not to mention the fire sale, it was almost free, giving people like them the opportunity to practice.

Directors like Qu Nan have benefited the most from this.

He Jiayi suddenly felt a little sad. She seemed to see one or a group of old people through this program. They were old and tired, but they still wanted to pass on the best and most important things to the children. For this reason, they worked hard and racked their brains, thinking Come up with such a training method, guide step by step, pay equal attention to encouragement and criticism, all just to seize a possibility of development and for a future of high-quality entertainment.

But... as children, how many of these interns can truly understand this painstaking effort?

Or, how many people can still maintain their true intentions after gaining popularity and getting job offers?

Realizing this, He Jiayi felt heavy in his heart.

She can honestly say that she was promoted all the way to the fifth round. On the one hand, she did not like the previous offers, but on the other hand, she wanted to see how long she could go. But even so, if the next round of Canhua Entertainment or any important director offered a contract, she knew that there was an 80% chance that she would be tempted.

After all, we are human, and being human can be tacky.

Tacky, so short-sighted, so eager for quick success.

Because reality has proven one thing to people countless times: idealists will die miserably.

So in order to survive, everyone has to be vulgar.

But, is this really the case?

Just like Yuan Xiao and Qin Jue, they took advantage of the loopholes in the rules without hesitation in the last round and performed and filmed such a wonderful "The Crucible". In the end, they were not buried in the film. Instead, they were recognized by director Zeng Xinhuiqin and gave Better opportunities for further study?

Who says idealists can't achieve anything?

Isn't it obvious how clear the show crew's attitude is?

It's like an old man patting his children and grandchildren on the shoulders, looking at them with a mixture of gratification and encouragement, and saying with a smile: "You just need to be outstanding! The rest, we half-buried guys will take care of it for you!"

He Jiayi's eyes suddenly became wet. Just then Qu Nan announced the intermission. Chen Danqing and Qin Jue slowly descended from the mid-air with wires hanging on them. The entire crew suddenly relaxed like a tense giant, exhausted but also fulfilled.

She smiled and walked over in a few steps. Qu Nan thought she had some issues on the script that needed to be discussed, and turned around hurriedly without even having time to wipe off the sweat.

But what He Jiayi said was:

"Director, if I'm still in the next round of grouping, if you can still choose someone, you must bring me one!"

Her eyes sparkled.

…

It had been three days since the "Thousand Colors" unplugged live broadcast. At the end of June, Qin Jue, who had left the show early, was sitting on the sofa with hot tea in his hands. Qiao Yu and Zhang Ming were busy on the side, as if preparing for an expedition. .

"I said..." Qin Jue looked at the two busy figures, a little helpless and a little funny, "It's just a location, isn't it?"

"Brother Qin, don't underestimate the countryside. There are a lot of snakes, insects, rats and ants!" Zhang Ming said, "I know you are not afraid of scratches, but it will not be comfortable if you are allergic."

"Well, I don't know what the diet is like. Wia and blasting are already very dangerous. It's not enough to go on hungry." Qiao Yu also frowned slightly.

"..." Qin Jue looked at the sky speechlessly, "Okay."

She now had a strong illusion that a half-hundred-year-old man was being picked up by his juniors to be hospitalized.

Fortunately, Masako Rimu, who was taking care of the little fox, would not come over until Qin Jue and Zhang Ming left. Otherwise, with these three people together, Qin Jue really couldn't bear the multiplied looks of concern, and she would feel like she was half buried in the ground.

"Okay, Brother Qin, I'll rush over with my suitcase and flight case first!"

Zhang Ming was as smart and considerate as ever. Qin Jue was about to go to that inhospitable place to shoot outdoor scenes. The brother and sister must have a lot to say. It would be too much trouble to stay here, so why not take the luggage and leave first.

Qin Jue laughed, nodded, and said, "If you have time tonight, go to the Qin Ke Experience Center to get an outdoor WiFi with a higher bandwidth."

This child has been admitted to the school and is taking online classes. Don't delay the preview because of poor signal.

Zhang Ming scratched his head and said happily: "Yeah!"

After he left with his luggage, Qiao Yu, who was still squatting on the ground sorting things, pursed his lips and smiled. He turned out a palm-sized thing similar to a mobile phone case in his hand, which was the outdoor WiFi Qin Jue mentioned.

Qin Jue almost laughed out loud: "You..."

Qiao Yu smiled slyly, picked up the self-heating food on the surface of the small suitcase, and saw a white and cold light flashing under the light, which turned out to be a row of ice knives of different sizes and shapes.

"Yo."

Qin Jue felt energetic, put down his tea cup and leaned over.

"Safety is important." Qiao Yu's voice was soft, but her words seemed terrifying, "Sister, wear self-defense."

If there were any outsiders here, they would probably get goosebumps from what she said. "Safety is more important"? Shouldn't we wear some armor if safety is important? Is attack really the best defense?

"Understand me." Qin Jue's next words fully demonstrated that she and the little fox are not a family that does not live in the same house. "This is a must-have for going to the countryside."

In the small suitcase with square corners and metal reinforcements, after removing the insignificant things outside, underneath were all the "outdoor self-defense supplies" prepared by Qiao Yu.

This specification, how should I put it... is enough for temporary killing and dumping of corpses.

Qin Jue played with the ice skates, which were only slightly longer than the palm of his hand. They were light and thin, with sharp edges. They were stored in a portable ice box. There were ten of them in total. In Qiao Yu's words, "You can't use them where they should be used." It’s good to come and cool down.”

I don't know what the little fox has been thinking about these days combined with the old stories of the apocalypse that Moran has talked about in bits and pieces, but from the looks of it, Qin Jue can accept the fact that Qin Jue kills people without blinking an eye.

"I was scarier than this before." The ice knife flew back and forth between Qin Jue's fingers. She smiled briefly and turned to look at Qiao Yu.

Qiao Yu softened his eyebrows: "So the psychological pressure is even greater."

Although "The Empty Monument" made her uncomfortable when she watched it, what was even more uncomfortable was that when she was just reborn, Qin Jue was wary of being thorny with outsiders, for fear of hurting others.

My sister is bright red, strong, warm and gentle, but few people know that underneath such warm red there is a deep black that is so thick that it cannot be dissolved. However, she hides it so well that everyone thinks she has already Get better.

The ice blade, as thin as a cicada's wing, stopped between Qin Jue's fingers.

"What are you implying?" She looked at Qiao Yu and asked softly.

Qiao Yu gently hugged her knife-holding arm. His body shivered from the ice, but he still leaned his head on Qin Jue's shoulder and rubbed it.

The long, silky hair was as soft as a furry animal, and Qin Jue's tense nerves suddenly relaxed a little.

She is more afraid than anyone else of hurting the people closest to her.

"Isn't it...a bit too much?" the little fox murmured, "The deputy team is busy again. My sister must have had a hard time in order to restrain her fierceness."

Qin Jue listened to her quietly without making a sound, but the color brought by his breath gave Qiao Yu enough answers.

Indeed, since the filming of "Day Rain" was completed, she has not moved her hands for four months, not even in the movie. Like "The Crucible" and the current fighting scenes, she tried her best to hold back her strength and endured the acting. More hard work.

Overkill...?

She knew what the little fox meant. In order to integrate into the current harmonious society, Qin Jue forced the part of her that belonged to the apocalypse into the depths of her consciousness. However, the elimination of her sadism did not mean that she did not miss those people who walked the tightrope between life and death. In today's world, to put it in more popular terms, the beast in the mountains and forests has become domesticated. Can it not feel uncomfortable?

It's one thing to be grateful for today's happy days, but it's another thing to be ingrained in our instinctive wildness.

"I heard from Zhang Ming that the place we are going to go this time is close to a mountain forest reserve." Qiao Yu smiled lightly, "Although it is not as good as the real wilderness, it might give my sister a breather."

Qin Jue sighed with a smile, turned his hand and put the skates into his cuffs, freed his hand to rub the little fox's head. The latter narrowed his eyes and rubbed the palm of her hand, then straightened up.

"Let me summarize your thoughts." She said with a smile, "People like us who are straddling the end of the world and the present still have to find a balance point. We can't go too extreme to one side. It's okay to be too indulgent or too repressed. Bad emotional state, is that what you mean?"

Qiao Yu nodded and smiled.

Qin Jue looked away and was stunned for two seconds, feeling a little emotional: "It's really only you who can say this."

She and her dog are the same person. If it weren't for the care and bond, she could disappear in the world in a minute. Mori Ran was born from artificial intelligence, and his way of thinking is different from ordinary people. Only the little fox, a person who has experienced the end of the world and left traces of his abilities, but also has no specific memory and is actually living in the contemporary era and plays a dual role, can look at the problem from this perspective.

"Adapt, face, integrate..." Qiao Yu's white and slender index finger drew two semicircles, "This may make it easier to bear."

Qin Jue put the ice blade that showed signs of melting back into the ice box, covered it with an opaque lid, and nodded slightly.

After a pause, she turned to look at Qiao Yu.

"The same to you."

...Qiao Yu was stunned for a moment, then smiled slightly: "Well, I'm trying my best."

Suddenly awakening a terrifying ability, suddenly learning that he had lived in the apocalypse, suddenly meeting family members who are extremely close to his soul but have no memory of him in reality... It is actually quite difficult to accept all of this.

Is Qiao Yu the Qiao Yu who grew up in an orphanage, or is she the little fox in Qin Jue's heart? This kind of character torture is very annoying and confusing.

The world does not revolve around Qin Jue, nor does every one of her close comrades have to remain the way she thinks they are.

She couldn't say whether Qiao Yu obeyed the closeness of her soul and instinct, or whether she tried her best to become the "little fox" Qin Jue needed out of restlessness and seeking asylum.

Qin Jue is adapting, and so is Qiao Yu.

"take it easy."

Qin Jue stretched out his hand to her, "At least now we can both be sure of one thing, you will not harm me, and I will not harm you."

Qiao Yu looked down at the hand, nodded slightly, and put his palm against his palm.

"By the way." Qin Jue led the little girl back to the sofa. A second before the fourth round of "Entertainment Intern" started and the live voice broadcast started, she said with a smile, "I just took off the little fox's Filter, I still like to hear you sing."

Qiao Yu's eyes blinked, and her fair face suddenly turned red.

"Sister can say such seductive words." She glared at Qin Jue in shame. She was not like the gentle and obedient little fox in her memory, but more like Qiao Yu.

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