FYN Chapter 1 Zhou Yang
Chapter 1 Zhou Yang
Zhou Yang was sleeping soundly when suddenly a commotion broke out in his ears.
His head felt heavy and dizzy, as if it were filled with lead...
He tried to open his eyes, straining to open them...
But each attempt ended in failure.
"Huff huff..."
next moment.
My body swayed rapidly, and I felt an intense, sharp pain in my philtrum.
A sound of "Ah".
He suddenly sat up.
"She's awake! She's awake!"
"Hey, Yang Shen, come back here! Stop calling me 'Director'!"
A young man in front of Zhou Yang waved his hand vigorously.
"Brother Yang, Brother Yang, can you see it? Can you see my hand?"
Zhou Yang's eyes were unfocused, but his pupils dilated as he looked around.
"Not my studio?"
There were several bunk beds around the room, which was small and lit up, with a row of square tables in the center.
The four walls are also covered with movie posters for "Kung Fu Hustle", "Flirting Scholar" and "A World Without Thieves".
The young man behind laughed:
"Yang, are you alright? Should we call an ambulance?"
Chen Yue turned around and stopped him:
"Why call an ambulance? If outsiders find out, Yang Ge's career will be ruined."
Zhao Lu hesitated and said:
"That makes sense, but who knows how many sleeping pills Yang took? Look, there's only half a bottle left!"
Chen Yue hesitated for a moment, then said:
"He's awake now, he's fine. Even if something is wrong, we'll take him to the hospital."
Then he continued to wave his hand in front of Zhou Yang's eyes.
"Yang-ge, should we go to the hospital? We don't want anything to go wrong."
"I'm fine!" Zhou Yang replied, withdrawing his gaze.
"That's great!" Chen Yue laughed happily.
"Yang-ge, you can tell the brothers if something's wrong. Why did you take sleeping pills? Thank goodness you're okay! Otherwise, that would have been too stupid!"
Zhou Yang nodded:
"I know, I was too impulsive."
Yang Shen, who was behind, spoke up:
"I'll go get some hot water."
Zhou Yang took a few deep breaths and glanced at the two handsome young men.
It's so unfamiliar...
He lowered his head and pondered deeply.
Different images flooded my mind.
Zhou Yang, 21 years old, is a student in the Directing Department of Beijing Film Academy, class of 2007.
My parents own a leather factory, and it's quite large...
However, due to the economic downturn in recent years, and being set up by someone, he owes a lot of money.
His father, Zhou Yan, unable to repay his debts and constantly being pressured by creditors, took the blame upon himself and jumped off a building.
Fortunately, he did not die, but he broke both legs and has been staying in the hospital ever since.
The original owner, Zhou Yang, had been writing manuscripts these past few days, hoping to convert them into money to pay for his father's hospitalization.
Unfortunately, whether it was bad luck or the manuscript was poorly written, no one wanted it.
He lamented that he was too stupid and foolish, because no director would even look at the scripts he wrote.
In all the vast world, there wasn't a single discerning eye to mentor and promote this white dragon horse.
In his anxiety and grief, he actually took sleeping pills... and died.
Last night, Chen Yue called his name a few times, but seeing that he was sleeping soundly, he didn't call him again.
This morning, I was surprised to find a bottle of sleeping pills under my bed.
Chen Yue was terrified and immediately called for Zhou Yang, pinching his philtrum and patting his forehead.
At this time, Zhou Yang, who was working overtime to edit short dramas on New Year's Eve 2027, suddenly died.
Zhou Yang is a small-time director. He is not formally trained, has never attended any academy, and has no connections.
The short films and videos he made were also lukewarm at best.
The memory ends here.
...
Zhou Yang patted his forehead and thought to himself:
"You share the same name as me?"
"Was she admitted to Beijing Film Academy?"
"Or is he a directing major?"
"Wow, if I were a time traveler, wouldn't that fulfill my dream of attending an academy?"
He wasn't surprised at all; in fact, he was quite excited.
In my previous life, I would read some urban novels in my spare time. Most of the protagonists in those novels were transmigrators or reborn.
Do not!
A large portion of it also includes the system!
"Where is my system?"
Zhou Yang's eyes flashed, and he reached out to touch the front, wanting to see if there was a light screen.
But in front of his two roommates, this scene was absolutely bizarre.
Chen Yue leaned back and asked in a trembling voice:
"Yang...Brother Yang, are you...alright?"
A strange light flashed in Zhao Lu's eyes as he approached Chen Yue:
"I think we should call 120 (emergency services). Maybe it's possessed by a ghost!"
Chen Yue sighed:
"Don't talk nonsense. What ghost possession? It's broad daylight! Pshaw, ghost possession?"
Zhou Yang shook his head and smiled:
"Yes, you guys have a really good imagination."
Chen Yue and Zhao Lu both breathed a sigh of relief.
"Look, Yang is fine, he can even joke around."
Zhou Yang got out of bed and first looked at the calendar.
"Is it really 2007?"
"So it seems I really have time-traveled?"
Although Zhou Yang didn't quite believe it either, it seemed too far-fetched.
But looking at my own body, which is in its early twenties, I feel light and healthy, and I walk with a brisk pace.
Their youthful energy was so strong that it couldn't be concealed.
Then they went to the window to look around.
The sunlight streaming in from outside was vibrant and energetic, radiating across his angular face.
"Hmm, it's good to be young."
Then, he sighed a few more times, "What a pity... there's no system?"
When Yang Shen returned with water, he, Zhao Lu, and Chen Yue looked at each other, all with puzzled expressions.
A short while later.
The three asked at the same time:
"Yang-ge, are you alright?"
Zhou Yang was in a good mood and kept smiling.
"It's alright, it's alright, of course it's alright."
Arriving at the original owner's cabinet, I opened it.
Inside were stacks of papers, strung together with safety pins.
His smile slowly froze, his expression darkened, and he slowly picked it up.
That was the movie script that the original owner had painstakingly written.
The World of Ordinary People
Night at the Enchanted Travel Agency
His/Her Name
"A Day in the Sun"
……
After flipping through it, he nodded to himself:
"The manuscript is not bad, but it is too one-sided, lacks conflict, and only has form without substance?"
"If viewed as a novel or essay, it is of superior quality."
"But...it's somewhat lacking as a movie?"
"No wonder those directors look down on him."
"Tell me, which director isn't sharp-eyed and incredibly shrewd?"
Zhou Yang rubbed his temples and made some revisions. These manuscripts were all high-quality film scripts.
Chen Yue and Zhou Yang were the closest of friends. Chen Yue came up behind him, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile:
"Don't worry, Yang-ge, you can definitely do it!"
"A future great director, on par with Director Zhang, Director Feng, Director Li, Director Chen..."
"And... um... the winner of the Palme d'Or, the Best Film Award at the Cannes Film Festival, must be you, Zhou Yang."
Zhou Yang opened his eyes wide, slowly turned his head, and said excitedly:
"Really? To this day, only Director Chen's 'Farewell My Concubine' is truly unique."
"I can't believe I actually won the Palme d'Or? Am I dreaming?"
Chen Yue's eyes flickered; he was exaggerating.
Even if it's just the Hong Kong Film Awards, the Golden Horse Awards, or the Golden Rooster Awards, very few directors can win them.
Not to mention the international Palme d'Or.
I'll bite the bullet and say it anyway:
"Yes, you can definitely do it. You have to believe in yourself."
Zhou Yang laughed heartily:
"Great! A director needs to be ambitious!"
As the old saying goes: A soldier who doesn't want to be a general is not a good soldier!
The atmosphere in the dormitory suddenly became lively.
It seems everyone has forgotten about taking sleeping pills.
"Where there's a will, there's a way; and true love still exists in this world..."
The old-fashioned ringtone.
Zhou Yang went to the bedside, picked up the Nokia phone, and saw three words displayed on it: "Little Honey".