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Chapter 114 Basic Operations
Chapter 114 Basic Operations
"Card!"
As the last word fell, Li Feng decisively pressed the stop button.
But he didn't put down the machine immediately. Instead, he stared at the playback, his eyes gleaming with fervor: "Old Cheng, your performance of switching between being a citizen of the ancient city one second and a publicity ambassador the next is absolutely brilliant!"
Cheng Ming did not immediately break character.
He maintained that elegant posture for a few seconds until he was sure the filming was completely over before letting out a long sigh of relief.
His shoulders slumped, and his "mayor" demeanor vanished instantly, turning him back into that lazy young man.
"Used routines, basic operations, nothing fancy!"
Zhang Xiaoqi was looking at him with the eyes of someone looking at a monster.
a long time.
She slowly raised her thumb and exclaimed sincerely, "Cheng Ming, it's a real loss for the ancient city that you're not going to the Culture and Tourism Bureau."
"For a moment just now, I even wanted to salute you and report my work to you."
Cheng Ming didn't say anything, but just took out a bottle of mineral water from his pocket and took a sip.
"but----"
Zhang Xiaoqi changed the subject, a sly glint in her beautiful eyes: "That earlier rant was your true self, wasn't it? That 'rotten cowardly Big Wild Goose Pagoda,' I think you said it from the bottom of your heart."
"Cough cough————"
Cheng Ming nearly choked on the water, glaring at her: "What nonsense are you spouting! That's artistic embellishment! Don't you even know what artistic embellishment is?"
"Alright, alright, master artist."
Just then, a cold raindrop landed on Cheng Ming's nose.
Followed by.
A light drizzle began to fall from the gray sky.
It's raining.
Zhang Xiaoqi looked up at the sky, then waved her hand decisively: "That's it! Let's get out of here before the rain gets too heavy!"
Li Feng quickly packed up the equipment, and the three of them hurriedly got into the red Jeep Wrangler parked on the road.
The moment the car door closed, a torrential downpour began.
Cheng Ming sat in the passenger seat, looking at the blurry Big Wild Goose Pagoda outside the window, pondering his next plan.
We have the materials.
The contrast is there.
Next came the post-production editing and that "down-to-earth" song.
The rain outside the window was still drizzling, tapping against the hotel windowpane and making a soft, pattering sound.
The hotel room was brightly lit.
"Da da da————"
Li Feng's fingers left afterimages as he typed on the keyboard, and the sound of the mouse clicks was like a rapid drumbeat.
The two monitors emitted a faint blue light, illuminating his slightly tired yet unusually excited face.
Cheng Ming sat on the sofa next to him, his eyes fixed on the screen.
Zhang Xiaoqi sat cross-legged on the carpet, hugging a cushion without any regard for her status as a young lady, her eyes unblinking.
"Old Cheng, how should we handle this transition?"
Li Feng didn't turn his head, his voice hoarse.
"Hard cut".
Cheng Ming answered crisply: "No fade-in or fade-out, no black screen transition, cut directly to B right after I finish saying 'I'm going on TV'."
M, the screen is synchronized with the beat.
"Playing this big?"
Li Feng paused, then glanced back at Cheng Ming: "Isn't this contrast a bit too stark?"
"That's the sense of separation we're aiming for."
Cheng Ming smirked: "This video isn't a success unless it breaks the backs of the viewers."
"Okay, whatever you say."
Li Feng took a deep breath and dragged the timeline.
on the screen.
Cheng Ming, a plainly dressed, idle man with his hands in his pockets and a look of disgust on his face as he complained about the "rotten and pathetic Big Wild Goose Pagoda," was spitting at the camera.
"—Look how crowded it is, it's like a motor is running on fire—"
The image freezes.
next second.
Li Feng pressed the space bar.
—Zongzongzong—Zongzong—Zong,, The magnificent, grand, and historically profound "Palace Memories" suddenly resounded.
The moment this hit song was released, the original style, full of everyday life and vibrancy, was instantly elevated eight degrees.
on the screen.
The man who had just looked like a street urchin suddenly straightened his back.
His hair was meticulously styled, his eyes were as deep as the sea, and his every move exuded both elegance and domineering presence.
"This Big Wild Goose Pagoda is also known as the Ci'en Temple Pagoda —"
The intense visual and auditory impact gave Li Feng, who was editing the video, goosebumps.
"Holy crap—"
Li Feng couldn't help but swear: "This background music is amazing! Even a beggar could exude an aura of imperial power with this music!"
Zhang Xiaoqi was completely dumbfounded.
Although she was right next to the camera during filming, the contrast was amplified through editing and background music.
One second you want to laugh at him for being a country bumpkin.
The next second you want to kneel down and call him mayor.
"This is just the appetizer."
Cheng Ming leaned forward slightly: "Now comes the main event. Drag that song in and get the rhythm right."
Li Feng nodded and opened another project file.
That was "The Song of the Ancient City People" that Cheng Ming recorded in the recording studio yesterday.
Load the audio waveform onto the track.
"I've already categorized all the materials."
Cheng Ming pointed to the resource library on the screen: "Food, ancient architecture, street scenes, portraits—just follow the mood of the lyrics. I don't need to teach you, right?"
"Don't worry, it's basic operation."
Li Feng's eyes sharpened, and he once again entered "full-speed hand speed" mode.
As the editing progressed, the room became so quiet that only the sounds of the mouse and keyboard, and the light melody coming from the speakers could be heard.
The screen image began to jump in rhythm.
As the intro begins, the guitar strumming is crisp and melodious, carrying a touch of laziness and ease.
The scene cuts in.
The clock tower, seen from an aerial perspective, is shimmering with light in the night, surrounded by bustling traffic, like the beating heart of the city.
Cheng Ming's slightly magnetic voice, tinged with local dialect, flowed out slowly: "There is a city that is hard to part with."
There is a kind of nostalgia called "having been here".
The images flow.
In the early morning, elderly men and women practice Tai Chi along the moat; in the evening, dappled shadows of trees are cast on the bluestone pavement of Shuncheng Lane.
"There's a melody that sings at the top of its lungs."
"At its center, people call it the Drum Tower and Bell Tower."
The camera cuts quickly.
The morning bells and evening drums of the Drum Tower, the bustling fireworks of the Muslim Quarter—every scene is precisely timed to the beat of the drums.
Li Feng became more and more adept at editing, as if the material itself was already part of the lyrics.
Some say that the environment of the ancient city makes people lazy.
"Come dig a hole, and I'll teach you how to make a living."
The scene shows several Shaanxi men sitting around a stone table in a park playing cards, their smiles so wide their eyes were almost invisible, their leisurely and carefree demeanor practically overflowing the screen.
"Who left their impression of the ancient city on the Loess Plateau?"
"Come sing me a song from our ancient city."
As the climax of the chorus approaches, the editing pace suddenly speeds up.
"Beneath the city walls of the ancient city lies the train of the ancient city."
A green train roared past the ancient city walls, where the new and the old, the fast and the slow, blended perfectly.
"No matter where they go, people from the ancient city can't go without eating paomo (pita bread soaked in mutton soup)."
Close-up shot:
Steaming hot mutton stew with bread, pickled garlic, and chili sauce.
The finely broken pieces of bread soaked up the rich broth, and with one spoonful, the aroma seemed to penetrate the screen and enter the nostrils.