"Thank you for the work, thank you for your hard work!" Huang Tao thanked everyone.

Django followed the whole process, and there was a stinking smell on his body at this time, and the others must have the same. He said at the moment: "Thank you everyone, this is the third drama we have worked together. Xiaoyuer and Bai Ye have achieved great results. There is a contribution from you here. I hope that this movie can create new glory. Go back and take a shower and have a good sleep. I will ask everyone to have a good meal tomorrow morning."

"Oh, thank you, Mr. Jiang!"

The physically and mentally exhausted people suddenly felt warm and cheered.

Every time I go to the crew, Django never stings with this money. He doesn't say it wins people's hearts, but just a respect.

After a week of shooting, the first three episodes were completed.

According to the plan, there will be two days off, and the three episodes that have been filmed will be used for the post-production, which is to dubbing and editing them, which will take about two days.

In this way, the three episodes were completed, and it took a total of ten days. Compared to the one-time filming, it took fifteen percent less time. The key is that it is not that tired.

certainly.

This is thanks to Django's meticulous script, which one should shoot, where to shoot, what props are needed, etc., all of them were written out and just follow them.

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July 15th, evening.

A pink Porsche 911 entered the villa area of ​​Jinxiu Home. After the car was parked, there were men and women, including Django and Zhou Lingwei.

Django came to the front of the car, opened the front cover, and took out a bunch of things from the storage box.

Seeing that he had two hands full of big bags, Zhou Lingwei came over to cover the front cover and said, "You have brought so many gifts, and later, my dad will definitely educate you."

Django explained: "It's some of our specialties. The first time I'm at your house, you can't start empty-handed."

Zhou Lingwei said with a smile: "You have such a good relationship with my dad. You are so old-fashioned. Don't you seem to be divorced when you get a gift?"

"Is that?" Django smiled narrowly and said, "Then aren't we the same?"

Zhou Lingwei snorted with her nose and said, "I will take advantage of me."

Django received multiple invitations from Zhou Mulong, but it was a bit unreasonable to not visit him. It happened to be the crew's holiday, so he came.

The two of them came to the villa with laughter and laughter. Zhou Lingwei entered the password to open the door, found slippers for Django, and then shouted: "Mom and Dad, we are here."

Soon, a sound came from inside: "Here you come."

In a blink of an eye, a woman in her early fifties appeared in an apron. She looked quite tall, 1.67 meters tall, with big eyes and a high nose bridge, and was well maintained. From her appearance, she knew that she was Zhou Lingwei's mother.

Django opened his mouth and shouted politely: "Hello Auntie!"

Jiang Ling looked at it and said with a smile: "Hello, come in quickly."

Zhou Lingwei changed her shoes, looked into the room, and asked, "Mom, where is my dad?"

Jiang Ling replied: "I'm playing chess with your Uncle Fang in the study. Please greet Xiao Jiang, I'll finish the last dish."

Then, he said to Django: "Don't be polite, just treat it as your own."

"Okay aunt." Django followed Zhou Lingwei to the living room and put the gift on the coffee table.

"Xiao Jiang is here."

After a moment, Zhou Mulong got down from the building, and there was a middle-aged man of about the same age next to him.

"Hello Mr. Zhou."

"This is my old friend Fang Cong."

"Hello Uncle Fang."

"Hello, I've heard of Daming for a long time. I saw you today and it's really a talented person."

"Uncle Fang has been awarded."

"Haha, exactly the same as what Lao Zhou said, modest and low-key."

...

After a conversation, Django felt that the name "Fang Cong" was a bit familiar, and he seemed to have heard it somewhere. After a moment of memories, he suddenly widened his eyes.

Seeing this scene, Zhou Lingwei smiled and whispered behind him: "That's right, it's the person you think of."

Fang Cong, a palace-level national music artist! Yan Yu angrily criticized "A Bridge of Destiny", but not long after, he also commented and successfully reversed the trend.

Django always thought it was a coincidence, but now he understood that there were not so many coincidences. Others were so busy that they had time to listen to a bad song and write a music review, so he said sincerely: "Teacher Fang, Mr. Zhou, thank you."

Zhou Mulong laughed and said, "I've recognized you."

Fang Cong smiled and said, "I'm just telling the truth. If your song is not well written, I will still criticize it."

After sitting down, Zhou Mulong saw a gift from a coffee table and said, "Come on, why do you bring so many things?"

Django smiled and said, "It's not a valuable thing. I know that Mr. Zhou likes to drink tea, so I bought some tea from our hometown, but I don't know that Teacher Fang is also..."

Fang Cong waved his hand and said, "Don't worry about me, I'm here to be a guest like you."

Zhou Mulong opened the bag, took out a box of tea, and said, "West Lake Longjing, what a tea."

Then, he handed it to his daughter and said, "Ling Wei, take it to make a pot and come to try it."

Zhou Lingwei was stunned...

I said I didn’t like giving gifts, but I would definitely be educated when I met them. When did it change?

After a while, the fragrance of tea filled the living room.

Zhou Mulong poured tea and asked, "Do you usually drink tea? Xiao ginger?"

Django answered truthfully: "Drink more coffee."

Zhou Mulong smiled gently and said, "Drinking less coffee and drinking more tea can be good for your health, especially for you young people, who have irregular work and rest, and often stay up late."

Zhou Lingwei laughed and said, "Dad, I'll send you your tea ceremony to others."

Zhou Mulong said: "You and your sister don't like it, there are always people who like it."

Zhou Lingwei patted Django on the shoulder and said, "You ask for good luck."

It is not difficult for Django to guess from the conversation between the two fathers and daughters that this so-called "tea ceremony" should be long and boring, understandable, just like an old man, talking endlessly when talking about what he likes.

Fang Cong, who was standing beside him, interrupted, "You, just keep it and nag with us old friends, and talk to the younger generation about these things."

Then, the topic changed and asked Django: "Xiao Jiang, I have listened to your writing "A Striking Side", "Little Cold" and "A Bridge of Fate". They have their own characteristics. Will you still write Chinese-style songs in the future?"

"Definitely." Django pondered for a moment and said, "For me personally, the Chinese style is not just a music type, but also a cultural attitude, a music symbol unique to Chinese listeners. I hope that more people can feel the charm of Chinese style music."

He has always liked Chinese-style songs. He often listened to singers such as Xu Song, Jay Chou, Li Yugang, Houxian, and Hu Yanbin on Earth in his previous life.
Chapter completed!