I used the camera to record them, but lost myself in the viewfinder.
Lin Wan did not expect that the first task she would receive as an intern director would be to film a farming variety show that no one was optimistic about - ten unknown boys, one hundred and forty-two acres of land, and one hundred and ninety days.
She brought her beloved film camera and prepared to quietly record this work that was destined to be forgotten.
But what she didn't expect was that the boy who talked the most, laughed the loudest, and ran around with a camera every day would break into her frame again and again.
Li Hao, the "social cow in charge" of Ten Qintian, is responsible for external communication and publicity. He loves taking photos, recording, and making faces in front of the camera. He said, "It's always good to write it down first, just in case it comes in handy later."
He didn't know that there was someone behind the camera, secretly recording all his looks——
He gave her his raincoat in the rain, he watched the lamb take a nap in the early morning, he was so nervous that he sweated during the live broadcast but suddenly felt relieved when he saw the whiteboard she held up, he looked in a certain direction when singing "Slowly Falling In Love with You" at the Wheatfield Music Festival.
One hundred and ninety days, from cold winter to midsummer, from barrenness to harvest.
The films are accumulated one by one, and thoughts sprout little by little.
Until one night when the wheat waves were undulating, a hand carefully touched her finger——
"Is that okay?"
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