Chapter 57

When saying goodbye to the police at the police station, Han Fei and the three took the wool gloves prepared in advance as a gift to them. Although the wool gloves were not as good as leather gloves in cold protection, they were more flexible. The front end of their fingers could be lifted up at any time to expose their fingers for their convenience.

"I hope to see your works on TV one day." the middle-aged policeman hugged Han Fei one by one.

Jia Youqian patted his chest and said, "that's necessary!"

"Our film is finished!" Jia Youqian raised his glass and shouted when he returned to Xie buchen's house.

Han Fei and Xie buchen are also excited. It's another sleepless night when they drink dry and fill up. Even if it's new year's Eve, they don't feel lonely at all. Even Xie buchen, who has been killed by the crew many times, has never felt like this today. The sense of achievement is unimaginable to outsiders.

"Alas, you can't finish this film even if you cut it alone?" Han Fei pushed Jia Youqian.

Before shooting, who would have thought that they had shot three 500g memory cards. These materials were put together for nearly 200 hours.

Jia Youqian said bitterly, "if you can't finish it, you have to do it."

"Why don't we divide our work and cooperate? I'll be a little more for simple video editing." Han Fei said cautiously.

In fact, this proposal is a taboo topic in the film and television industry, because the director has deep feelings for his films. Even if it is a piece of shit, it is also a piece of shit with his own smell. No director is willing to let others intervene.

Editing is not only an art, but also the embodiment of the director's own style. Directors will guard the editing right like a lion guarding the territory. Any offense will be regarded as provocation.

"Shit, I said earlier. I'll cut the upper half, you cut the lower half, and we'll cut the film for 28 minutes and try to shorten it to an hour." Jia Youqian patted his thigh.

"Ah?" Han Fei was stunned.

Jia Youqian saw that he was confused and forced on his face and hammered him on the shoulder: "Why are you looking at me like this? This film was made by us together. It's everyone's work. I look like a person who doesn't speak of loyalty?"

Xie buchen shrugged: "I can't help with this."

After a while, Xie buchen sent Han Fei and Jia Youqian to the airport and waved goodbye: "happy new year, see you at the college!"

On the plane, Han Fei fell asleep. He was so excited last night that he didn't fall asleep until more than three o'clock in the morning. Although the alcohol content of wine is low and the hangover sequelae is not so serious, fatigue is indispensable.

I don't know how long later, Han Fei was awakened by the stewardess, stretched and stood up. Han Fei took up his backpack and stepped off the plane.

When he got the suitcase, Han Fei was about to take a taxi back. Suddenly he remembered that all his money had been given to the eldest sister that day, that is to say, he had no money in his pocket.

"Alas, man, this can be regarded as sacrificing oneself for others?" Han Fei joked about himself.

Just about to dial Han Xiao's phone and ask him to pick him up or transfer some money, a cold wind mixed with snowflakes went straight under his neck. Han Fei shivered and hurried back to the airport hall.

He stamped his feet. He didn't know whether there was sand in his shoes or something. He always felt flustered. He took off his cotton padded shoes and wanted to shake out the sand. As a result, the insole fell off. To Han Fei's surprise, there was a stack of banknotes with the insole.

Don't think about it. Dong Jie must have done it. No wonder Han Xiao specially asked him to change his cotton padded shoes when he was cold on the way to the airport. He was afraid he couldn't find it?

However, your friendly tips are too friendly, aren't they? What if you don't wear it and give your shoes to others?

"Really, the Chinese new year was so sensational." Han Fei suddenly had a sour nose, picked up the paper money that fell on the ground, put on cotton padded shoes, stamped his feet and said, "go home!"

"I'm fat..." Han Fei opened the door, but found that there was another scene at home. Han Xiao and Li Weiguo were playing promotion, and Dong Jie, LV Peiling and his two aunts were playing mahjong.

"Oh, Han Fei is back. Are you hungry? There are leftovers in the fridge. You're hot yourself." the speaker was Han Fei's little aunt.

"Well, OK." Han Fei said that he had just taken back all his feelings at the airport. What? It seems that he doesn't have himself. The couple are also very comfortable.

After scraping two mouthfuls of rice, Han Fei returned to his room, turned on the computer and began to cut the video.

Video editing is actually a process of trade-offs and splicing. The idea of shooting was put forward by Han Fei. As long as it is carried out around the central point of "Yangcheng Railway Station", it is not afraid to stray from the topic.

Han Fei is going to go through all the videos first. Although he was present when shooting, he can't remember all the videos for more than 20 days.

Holding a pen and paper in his hand, Han Fei first wrote down the time period of this material when he saw what he thought could be used as material, so that he wouldn't forget some important materials when editing later.

This is not only a delicate job, but also a manual job. I don't know how long later, Han Fei rubbed his sour back neck and was ready to go out and get some water to drink.

But I was surprised to find that the original lively living room was empty. Not only the guests disappeared, but also Han Xiao and Dong Jie disappeared.

In the supermarket next to the community, Dong Jie solemnly picked up vegetables. Han Xiao hesitated with a basket on his face: "do you think we're going too far?"

"What's too much? Where's too much?" Dong Jie glared: "it's obviously that he's too much. He can't go home for the new year. He ran to make a documentary and didn't give him some color to see. The smelly boy thought we couldn't live without him."

"Yes, you're right. I'm angry that the boy won't accompany us for the new year, but after all, he's doing business. We parents should support him." Han Xiao is still trying to persuade him.

"This dish is not fresh, no more." Dong Jie angrily threw the oil and wheat dishes in her hand aside: "nonsense, if he didn't do something serious, could I put money in his cotton padded shoes? But the key is that he didn't say to shoot for so long when he left. It's ok if he doesn't go home on his birthday. There's no consolation. He will suffer in vain if he was born with his mother?"

"Hey, I said, so you're angry about this..."

"Nonsense, when am I angry? I just want to teach this little heartless man a lesson. Shut up and don't tell him, or I won't finish with you!" Dong Jie turned and left.

Han Xiao shook his head and smiled bitterly: "you tell me, don't you just want me to tell my son that I'll give you a step down and don't finish with me?"

Han Xiao said that he had four big words on his face - I'm too difficult!