From Xiangjiang Martial Arts in the 70s

Chapter 45 It's New Year's Eve
"Are you afraid of your father? Very good." Wu Changyun said.

Liang Chaowei tilted his head a little incomprehensibly.

"So what can you do now?"

Liang Chaowei lowered his head and muttered: "I can stay with my mother, and when I grow up, I can stop my father and make money."

"If your father can lose 100 yuan a day gambling, your mother has to spend 80 yuan a day on clothes to make her feel happy, and you just make 200 yuan, then there is no problem." Wu Changyun said calmly.

Although Liang Chaowei was young, he was shocked by what Wu Changyun said.

Wu Changyun knows, what concept can children have about money?He dared to say this: "As long as you perform well, I will ask my eldest sister to give you 200 yuan a day. When you go home, your parents will be happy to see you and they will stop arguing."

"Okay." Liang Chaowei nodded, just about to stand up.

"One more thing, all the brothers and sisters here will keep you secret, don't worry about being known by classmates or family members, I promise you."

Wu Changyun stretched out his finger to hook Liang Chaowei.

When filming again, Liang Chaowei, who had no worries in his heart, really showed the standard he should have, and Yuan Aijia's eyes were shining brightly.Zhou Xujiang on the side also heaved a sigh of relief, he was only right about things and not about people. Although he didn't know what method Wu Chang used, he had an inexplicable feeling like a stick in his throat.

The opening scene of the male lead was staged by Wu Yaohan and the female lead Hu Yinmeng finalized by the crew.

Wu Yaohan opened the door and turned to hang up his clothes. When he looked up and saw the heroine played by Hu Yinmeng, a gentle smile appeared on his face.The whole set of actions is somewhat different from the script. The original storyboard request was for Hu Yinmeng to help hang the clothes, but Wu Yaohan's appearance is more inclined to the image of a gentler and homely working man, and this part of free play has a good effect.

What followed was a conversation between the two, which went smoothly overall. Then his wife felt a little cold. Wu Yaohan went to close the window, turned around, hugged Hu Yinmeng, and stroked his hand up the other person's thigh. Kiss together.

"Crack!"

Before Wu Changyun could laugh, Zhou Xujiang yelled Ka.

Wu Yaohan, who is only 167 in height, and Hu Yinmeng, whose ancestral home is from the Northeast, embraced each other, making it look like the woman was straddling Wu Yaohan like a tiger or wolf.

Zhou Xujiang had considered this in advance, but after watching the video, he realized that the difference in stature between the two looked too obvious.Zhou Xujiang was still a little embarrassed to speak. After all, Wu Yaohan was different from those young actors. He graduated from the British Drama Academy and participated in performances at the BBC in the UK after graduation. After returning to Hong Kong in 70, he also participated in many movies and TV series. Many people Everyone commented on Wu Yaohan's bright future.

"Well, Wu Yaohan, come here." Zhou Xujiang called out to him bravely.

"What's wrong? Director."

"Put this under there."

Wu Yaohan looked at the rubber mat in Zhou Xujiang's hand, he was no stranger to this prop.

"Okay, wait for me." Wu Yaohan took the mat and took off his leather shoes. After finishing everything, he seemed to have grown 3 to 5 centimeters taller.

When shooting again, Wu Yaohan still touched Hu Yinmeng's thigh with his hand, but this time he was called "click" again.

When encountering this kind of situation, any actor will feel a little emotional. After all, height is not related to acting skills and professionalism. Too willing, after calling a stop, he silently walked aside and leaned against the wall.

"Director, can't you do it?" Wu Yaohan leaned over to watch the playback screen. The height difference between the two caused Hu Yinmeng's legs to straddle Wu Yaohan's upper waist. After watching the screen, Wu Yaohan also With a black face, he was speechless.

"This should not work, definitely not." Yuan Aijia was still standing behind Zhou Xujiang.

"Why don't you change your movements." Wu Changyun suggested.

"How to change?"

"Well, let me demonstrate." Wu Changyun walked to the window, made the movement of closing the window and turned around to embrace the air,

At this time, Hu Yinmeng also came over very wisely. After all, this was her first drama, and her attitude towards work could only be cultivated slowly in actual combat.

Just like the previous action, she put her legs around Wu Changyun's waist. At this time, Wu Changyun did not touch her thigh, but held Hu Yinmeng's buttocks. The two of them changed their positions. This time, Hu Yinmeng Sitting on the window sill, my height dropped a lot.

"It's okay, be careful not to fall." Wu Changyun saw that Hu Yinmeng's face was slightly red, and did not give the other party a chance to say anything. He turned to Zhou Xujiang and said, "That should be enough. Let's change the plane to the two of us. From the side, when the time comes to place a wooden board under the hero's feet, the height of the two will not be compromised."

"Good idea." Zhou Xujiang nodded in approval of Wu Changyun's approach. The shooting ideas can be flexible and changeable.

What followed was a kiss scene. After the kiss scene, the gunman who suddenly appeared from the room hit Wu Yaohan with a single shot, and the opening was considered to be over.

The whole scene lasted three days, except for a small episode before, the overall progress was smooth, and the real dispute started three days later.

Wu Changyun found that there was a discrepancy between the content of the shooting and the script. When the audience watched this scene in the original play, they didn't know that the male lead was dead, and it was revealed at the end of the film.

But now after Zhou Xujiang's changes, when the male protagonist played by Wu Yaohan interacts with his wife played by Hu Yinmeng, he has already told the audience that the male protagonist is dead at this time.

Wu Changyun directly interrupted the filming. In addition to the first payment, Wu Changyun also had a share of the box office for this film, so it was not what he wanted to see if the filming continued.

The reason why the original work of this script is called a masterpiece is because M. Knight Shyamalan, as the screenwriter and director, has reached a very high level in all aspects of shooting, and perfectly presented the script with a touch of mystery. Come out, some of the reversals set in the script are amazing, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they are shocking.

"I think you should explain to me about the script changes."

"I should have told you in advance on the phone." Zhou Xujiang didn't regard Wu Changyun's request as reasonable. It is common to delete and modify the script, so he didn't have to explain it to Wu Changyun in detail.

"You told me on the phone to adjust it a little bit, but what is this now?" Wu Changyun was really angry.

"What are you doing?" Zhou Xujiang frowned, reached out to pull the doorknob, and planned to leave the prop room.

"What are you doing?!" Wu Changyun kicked on the door, a work that could make a god, Wu Changyun couldn't bear to let it abort like this.

Yuan Aijia, who heard the noise, also walked in. Seeing the tense situation between the two, it was the first time she had seen Wu Changyun so angry.

"calm down?"

Hearing Yuan Aijia's words, Wu Changyun understood that she agreed to the change.

"Then I don't have anything to say. Since you guys decided to change it, my opinion is irrelevant." Wu Changyun said and planned to leave the set.

"Stop for me." Yuan Aijia stretched out his hand to hold Wu Changyun.

"Your script is very good, but it's too complicated for the current audience. I'm afraid the current Hong Kong market won't be able to accept it, besides..."

Yuan Aijia did not continue talking. Her grandfather set a goal and time for her. These are not issues that Wu Changyun needs to consider. Now she pays more attention to the commercial nature of her works.

"And what?"

"Besides, there are many unrealistic scenes in your script, which lengthens the production cycle and labor costs." Zhou Xujiang has long wanted to point out this problem, but has not found the right time.

Wu Changyun sighed. You must know that his script was copied from a movie. There are no unrealistic shots, it just needs innovative shooting techniques.

"Chang Yun, can you support me this time? Don't drag it out like this. We don't have much time." Yuan Aijia looked at Wu Changyun with pleading eyes.

Wu Changyun somewhat regretted handing over the script to Yuan Aijia, but then he thought that he still has countless scripts of excellent movies to learn from. If there is really something that makes Wu Changyun particularly dissatisfied, it is the time he wasted.

In this case, let's make up for the time I wasted from Yuan Aijia.

"Okay, keep shooting, and I will also provide some suggestions to help you complete the changes."

During the follow-up filming, Wu Changyun sat beside Yuan Aijia, chatting and laughing with her occasionally.When encountering some difficult problems, he relied on recalling the scenes in the movie to solve them. In this way, the shooting for the next day went smoothly, and the division of labor and cooperation among several people became better and better.

On this day, Wu Changyun, who was returning home from the studio, received a call from Fushun. Fushun said on the phone: "Brother Yun, come back and buy eight couplets and put them on the door. Don't forget."

The Chinese New Year will be in a few days. The rare cooling in Hong Kong today made Wu Changyun feel a chill. On the way home, he found a vendor selling couplets. After buying the couplets, they pasted them on the outermost door. , and on the doors of the various rooms inside, the room has also added a bit of joy.

"You said such a big house, just the two of us during Chinese New Year, isn't it a bit empty?"

"Then what do you want to do?"

"I do know two singles, do you want to invite them to celebrate the New Year together?" Fu Shun's tone became more and more vulgar.

"Don't, if you don't have the same personality, you can lose your temper. It's easy to ask the Buddha, but it's hard to send the Buddha away. I don't want to ruin a good New Year."

"You're right." Fushun nodded.

"If you want to invite, please invite the brothers and sisters. We used to live together and have fun."

"Hey, don't even think about it. The brothers are all going to the master's house for the New Year. What can we do?" Fushun waved his hand. Since the establishment of the security company, they and the brothers have gained another layer of identity, that is, boss and employee.

It's not too awkward to get along together, but it feels like there is an extra identity relationship, which makes people have to consider each other's feelings. After thinking about it, it feels a little alienated.

Wu Changyun wanted to talk to Chen Sisi before, but as soon as he brought it up, Chen Sisi said that she was very busy during the Chinese New Year and would go back to her hometown to visit, worship ancestors, and other family customs and other activities.

Chinese New Year really needs a certain sense of ritual, and what he and Fushun lack most now is the sense of ritual.

(End of this chapter)