I'm not interested in money or women.

Chapter 133 Toys
"I had a beautiful nightmare at night,"

"I want to be sober but I can't resist the beating of my heart,"

"In my dream you are a bottomless black hole,"

"I can't resist the weightlessness,"

In front of the camera, Luo Qingcheng was wearing a white dress, her eyes slightly lowered, and her singing voice spread throughout the bar through the microphone and speakers.

And behind the camera, her singing voice was also clearly recorded in the footage.

There are three cameras placed in front of the stage. One is aimed at the stage for close-up shots, another one is shooting the audience below, and the remaining one is a handheld camera, held by the photographer to shoot pseudo-documentary-style scenes.

After the filming started, the director and the crew behind the camera kept quiet and only communicated with hand gestures.

Because we need to ensure realism, the shooting is done with live sound recording.

The director gestured to the dispatcher, asking photographer No. 3, who was holding a camera, to focus on shooting the audience.

Photographer No. 3 turned the lens to capture the audience behind him.

As Luo Qingcheng's singing spread, the originally bustling bar gradually became quiet.

The audience was originally doing their own things, but after listening to the singing, they stopped one after another and looked towards the stage.

Camera No. 1 was shooting a close-up of Luo Qingcheng, slowly zooming in from a panoramic shot to a half-body close-up.

But Luo Qingcheng was completely unaware and just sang quietly.

"My consciousness controls the pulse flow,"

"All controlled by your mysterious gravity,"

"My dear you are a dangerous maze,"

"I can't find the exit,"

She learned this song very quickly. After Lu Feng gave her the lyrics, she only looked at it once and memorized it.

It’s not that she has an exceptional memory, but the lyrics of this song sound as if she wrote them herself.

This is how she feels about Lu Feng!

The accompaniment entered the chorus, Luo Qingcheng also raised his eyes, and the singing became louder.

"You took my heart away~! away~! away~! away~!"

"My head is blown away~! away~! away~! away~!"

She searched for Lu Feng in the crowd.

This song was written by Lu Feng for her. If he couldn't see what she was thinking, how could Lu Feng write lyrics that were so in line with her feelings?

She sang very attentively because it was the master's work and so was she.

The current owner should be admiring his own work from the audience, right?

However, after looking around, she didn't see Lu Feng.

Finally, she saw Lu Feng's figure at the bar in the distance.

Lu Feng was sitting at the bar with a glass of drink in front of him, texting on his phone, not even looking at the stage.

Even though she performed the song so perfectly.

why?
An immense sadness and pain surged into her heart, causing her body to begin to tremble.

I have completely given up myself and surrendered myself completely to you. Isn't that enough?

Why do you still care so little about me?

Am I really just a plaything to you?
The tremendous sadness made it almost difficult for her to stand, but the hand holding the microphone and the high-pitched singing voice were surprisingly stable, yet filled with incomparable rich emotions.

"You are the devil from heaven that is said to come."

"You took my heart away~!away~!away~!away~!away~!away~!away~!"

Looking at her in the picture, the director was very excited, and used gestures to direct the emotions of the audience and the extras.

Next to the dining table and sofa leisure area is the corridor.

There are tracks laid in the corridor, with four cameras set up on the tracks, aimed at the audience in four directions.

At this moment, the cameraman was concentrating on shooting close-ups of the audience.

The camera was focused on a group of audience members: a pretty young girl, an ordinary boy with glasses, a middle-aged woman with lingering charm, and a man with slightly gray hair on his temples.

The young girl turned her face to the side, her eyes were red and her cheeks were covered with tears.

The boy took off his glasses and covered his eyes.

The middle-aged woman's eyes were red, and she tried hard to keep her emotions stable.

The man with graying temples lowered his head in thought, as if he was lost in memories.

They seemed to be pulled into memories by this song, recalling past events and someone who left a deep impression on them.

In the back, out of camera reach, the director was desperately directing them with gestures.

Push your emotions up! Keep going! Push them up!
…After a song was finished, the director shouted “cut” with satisfaction, clapped and praised: “Not bad! This was great! The singer sang well! The audience also acted well! The emotions were very strong! Very good!”

As he said that, he looked at Lu Feng at the bar, wanting to see Lu Feng's reaction.

Lu Feng asked him to shoot this MV. It doesn’t count if he is satisfied. It only counts if the boss is satisfied.

But Lu Feng didn't look over here, he just lowered his head and was busy sending messages on his mobile phone.

Seeing this, the director could only take the initiative to come close to Lu Feng and asked with a smile: "Mr. Lu, this take is over, I feel good, do you want to see the effect?"

Lu Feng looked up at him and asked, "Have you captured the audience's emotional feedback?"

"It was all filmed. I specially arranged four groups of people of different ages. They all cried."

The director nodded repeatedly.

At this time, Luo Qingcheng also walked off the stage, came close to Lu Feng, and asked expectantly: "What do you think of my singing?"

A message popped up on Lu Feng's phone. He didn't say anything, but lowered his head to reply to the message.

Luo Qingcheng felt a little disappointed and lowered his head.

The director watched from the side and quickly praised: "The singing is really good. If it is not so good, the shot of the audience crying will not be convincing.

But if you can sing to this level, then there is no problem, it is absolutely convincing, I almost cried listening to it.

If you were to ask me, with your level of singing, you would definitely become famous. It's a pity that the Voice of China has ended this year. If you were to participate in next year's edition, you would definitely be able to become famous! "

He is good at talking and is very good at flattering people.

As an experienced director who has been in the industry for more than ten years, he has seen the world.

This was not the first time he had seen a sponsor shoot a music video for his canary or spend money to record an album to make it happy.

He knew exactly what to say to make the boss happy, to make Canary happy.

Hearing his words, Luo Qingcheng was slightly excited, and looked at Lu Feng expectantly, hoping to get his affirmation.

After replying to the message, Lu Feng looked up at her and nodded: "Not bad, you did a good job."

Being praised by him like this, Luo Qingcheng immediately smiled happily.

"I feel like there's a note I'm not singing steadily enough. I'll practice it again. If I could record it again, I'm sure I'd sing it better!"

Having said that, she quickly ran back to the stage.

Seeing this, the director laughed and joked to Lu Feng: "Mr. Lu is so lucky! You are so lucky to have such an outstanding girlfriend."

He made a double-entendre joke, but Lu Feng didn't laugh.

"She's not my girlfriend."

Lu Feng said calmly and put away his phone.

"Oh? That is?"

The director was stunned and responded subconsciously, but regretted it as soon as he asked.

What am I asking here?

Lu Feng didn't explain. There was nothing much to explain between him and a director.

There are many kinds of women for him.

Lover, assistant, bed partner, pet, toy, with different functions.

Luo Qingcheng was just a toy, he had no interest in even touching it, he just played with it.

Strictly speaking, even Song Qian doesn't meet the standards of a girlfriend.

In fact, he will not look for a so-called girlfriend, let alone a partner.

In a society where strength is respected, truly strong women are rarer than aliens.

He had had countless women, but few could match him.

If I really have to choose one, it would probably have to be her, right?
A vague figure flashed through Lu Feng's mind.

She was probably the only woman who could match him in almost every aspect.

The figure flashed away, leaving behind only a pair of indifferent black eyes, like a black hole...

Gathering his thoughts, Lu Feng said, "There is no time to re-record. Just capture the audience's reactions. Edit the film as soon as possible and send it to me before 7 o'clock tonight."

"Ah? In such a hurry?"

The director was a little embarrassed: "It's almost three o'clock now."

"I'll give you an extra 10 yuan, by 8 o'clock at the latest. If it's later, I won't take it."

Lu Feng's tone left no room for doubt.

The director was no longer vague: "Okay, I'll cut it now and it must be finished before 8 o'clock!"

(End of this chapter)