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The next day happened to be the weekend.
A group of film directing students organized a club, and they also extended an invitation to new students to join.
When the invitation letter was handed to Yu Yue, he was accompanying Steven to shoot his short film.
Steven also received an invitation.
“This club…” After the shoot, Steven held the delicate invitation and said to Yu Yue, “It’s quite famous, and many people want to join but can’t. The founder of the club graduated many years ago and seems to have become a very powerful director, but I don’t really know how talented he is. I haven’t specifically looked into his films. What I do know is that he has been providing funding for this club, and each generation of presidents and members has achieved great success in the film industry.”
Yu Yue looked at the invitation in his hand, “That impressive.”
Steven smiled, “Yes, but don’t think that just because they handed us an invitation, we’re members. No, at most, we are invited audience members. If you really want to join this club, you have to submit works for all club members to watch, then they will vote, and a two-thirds majority is needed for approval. In addition, past presidents will also review, because I heard that a lunatic entered the club before and shot a member for not producing a good film… well, you know. Lunatics and geniuses are always quite similar.”
Yu Yue raised the invitation and looked at it against the sunlight.
The English letters on it exuded a nostalgic vibe, reminiscent of old movies.
Yu Yue read the English words on it, “Eden…”
“Sounds nice,” Steven said, “But I feel like I might not be qualified to enter this club. I’ve seen the short films made by their members, and they are truly outstanding. Whether it’s narrative techniques, use of light, various camera senses, or the effects produced by editing, they are really impressive.”
After returning home, Yu Yue lay on the garden lounge chair and unpacked the invitation.
The letter in the invitation was also printed in English, but the entire paper exuded an ancient feeling.
The invitation was very sincere, inviting all new film directing students to come to the club next weekend. They could enjoy films made by past members and were welcome to submit resumes and short films for review by members and the president.
Yu Yue remembered what Steven said: If you enter Eden, for a long time, you won’t lack filming equipment, funds, actors, and the like, as the club provides all of these.
Because of these, it sounded excellent.
In fact, a long time ago, especially when he was a child, Yu Yue never thought about becoming a director. It could even be said that he somewhat disliked the profession of a director. In the eyes of outsiders, Yu Jingnian, who had talent, was, in Yu Yue’s eyes, a somewhat eccentric madman, specifically a madman in the field of movies.
His emotions were quite unstable. When he had ideas, he could lock himself in his room for a day and night. When he was happy, he danced around, and when he was upset, he seemed ready to devour people.
But from some point on, Yu Yue felt like he also had a bit of a desire to become a director.
Maybe it was from that early morning at the barbecue restaurant five years ago when Xu Yuanzhe said that when Yu Yue became a director in the future, he should remember to come find him for a collaboration.
Maybe it was from some day two years ago when Yu Yue secretly went to visit Xu Yuanzhe’s film set and witnessed an inexperienced and not-so-famous director there raging because he didn’t dare to lose his temper at the high-priced idol he hired, he could only vent on others.
Yu Yue saw Xu Yuanzhe being scolded thoroughly by the director.
Later, he found out that this director had been like this for quite some time. Today was considered mild; he had thrown cups before, and one happened to hit Xu Yuanzhe.
It might also be from that evening.
From the evening of their first argument, Xu Yuanzhe didn’t want Yu Yue to help, but Yu Yue didn’t know that he actually didn’t like using money to buy people’s hearts. However, now, besides money, he had nothing else.
If Yu Yue had the ability, he could make his own films and have Xu Yuanzhe act in them. However, he couldn’t, he didn’t know how, and making a film required a significant amount of manpower, resources, and funds.
That night, Xu Yuanzhe kneeled in front of Yu Yue, and looking at him, Yu Yue felt Xu Yuanzhe’s vulnerability. He really wanted to say to Xu Yuanzhe, “Don’t be sad. Wait for me a little longer. Let me learn more, and we can start making movies and TV shows together.”
Money is not a problem, don’t be so sad, we will get better and better.
But these words were not said, and in the end, naturally, they weren’t fulfilled.
…
Yu Yue lay on the lounge chair, holding the invitation, and looked at it for a long time.
He thought, if he and Xu Yuanzhe hadn’t broken up, Xu Yuanzhe could have been the male lead in the first short film he made in his life.
This thought had crossed Yu Yue’s mind a long time ago.
Xu Yuanzhe must be the male lead in his first film.
Unfortunately, there is a saying in this world.
It’s called “Heaven does not satisfy people’s wishes.”
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