The road to movie stardom for those who eat melons

([-]) Happy filming

Since the last night chat, Wen Ze felt that his friendship with Bao Yan, Xie An, and Guan Cheng had become deeper. At the same time, the life of the crew was much quieter. It was comfortable to have no one to bother him, and he could immerse himself in character creation with peace of mind.

Wen Ze was extremely fortunate that Yu Heng, the character, did not know martial arts and did not have to suffer the pain of Diao Wei Ya. Seeing the tragic situation of Guan Cheng and Xie An, he felt that he was extremely lucky.

The whole day was devoted to the assassination scene at Yanhe Restaurant. In the morning, I concentrated on filming the literary scenes, and in the afternoon, I concentrated on shooting the martial arts action scenes. I tried to shoot all the scenes of this scene in one day.

It's rare to have all the main characters together today. The scenes are tight and the tasks are heavy, so we have to be very energetic. Wen Ze reminded himself silently.

The set was noisy and orderly, preparing for the start of filming.

Wen Ze waited quietly at the scene, because the male and female protagonists had not arrived yet. They had filmed a night scene last night, and the morning scenes were all scheduled to the back. It was estimated that they would arrive at the set two hours late.

Our first scene today was very simple. We shot the walking scene into the restaurant, and everyone passed it in one go.

Wenze didn't have many lines in today's scene, and it was mainly about his eyes and emotions, which also tested the actor's acting skills.

Yu Heng was sitting by the window, looking at the few pedestrians downstairs. Snowflakes began to drift outside the window at some point, wrapping the lonely midwinter clothes in pure white clothes.

A gust of north wind passed by quietly, ruffling Yu Heng's black hair. Already afraid of the cold, he couldn't help but shiver and cough uncontrollably. He tried his best to suppress the urge to cough, but it didn't help.

At this time, Yu Heng seemed to be about to cough up his lungs. He covered his mouth and nose tightly with his thin, white fingers. His pale face was instantly filled with blood, his eyes were moist and moist, and he was very thin with his thin figure. It's amazing and heartbreaking.

The boy standing on one side hurriedly offered hot tea and begged Yu Heng to take a sip. He coughed slowly and continuously, feeling inexplicably as if he was feeling the same discomfort.

Yu Heng did not take the hot tea, but waved his hand for the boy to return to his place.

Upon seeing this, the boy immediately knelt down, lowered his head and stubbornly held the hot tea in his hands, begging Yu Heng to take just a sip.

Yu Heng, who was coughing violently, gradually calmed down, and his flushed face slowly turned pale. He ignored the boy kneeling on the ground and watched the snowflakes falling in concentration.

After a while, he came back to his senses. He took the tea cup from the boy's hand with an expressionless face, took a sip, and said in a cold voice like a voice from outside: "Get up."

"Thank you, sir." The young man stood up and retreated to Yu Heng's left side, trying to use his body to block the coldness that penetrated his bones, but his efforts were undoubtedly in vain.

The young man looked worried, fearing that Yu Heng's body would not be able to withstand it, so he mustered up the courage to persuade him: "Young master, it's freezing weather, can you close the window? With your current physical condition, I'm afraid... "

"Shut up, don't forget your sense of propriety." Yu Heng kept his eyes outside the window, not even looking at the boy. He allowed the cold wind to invade every part of the private room. He seemed to be deliberately ignoring the discomfort in his body, and there was no regard for life in his eyes. of awe.

"Yes, I don't dare." The boy cowered and stood paranoid at the wind outlet, blocking the howling north wind with his thin body.

The elegant room fell into a wordless silence, with only the sound of the raging wind making the windows rattle.

"Crack."

"pass."

The director's voice saved Wen Ze, who was almost frozen into a dog. He hurriedly rubbed his frozen hands to warm them up a little, and immediately covered his red ears from the cold. He did not forget to stand up and move his stiff body to warm himself up a little. .

Liu Zhi reacted very quickly, holding a thick coat and a thermos cup, and trotted over: "Brother Wen, let me put on your coat. Do you want to drink some hot water?" Just as he was about to take action, Wen Ze stopped him. .

"No need, I can just put it on myself." He took the coat and put it on himself, taking the thermos cup by the way, opened it, carefully drank a few sips of hot water, and sighed with satisfaction.

"Not bad, I'll pass it once. You've been very good in filming recently." Bao Yan gave a thumbs up as he walked, with smiles in his eyes.

"With your good words, I hope everything will go smoothly in the future." Wen Ze said in a serious tone, "The next scene will be yours, I hope you can do it equally well." He gave his best wishes to Bao Yan.

Wen Ze is a person who doesn't hesitate to speak kindly. He looked at Xie An and Guan Cheng with a magnanimous attitude, as if they were equally affected by the rain and dew: "Of course, Xie An and Guan Cheng also shot smoothly and performed exceptionally well."

Bao Yan said arrogantly: "You think I'm not bad at it."

Xie An followed the formation: "Well said, I'm not bad either."

Guan Cheng broke the formation with a smile in his eyes: "I'm always online."

Bao Yan's eyes widened, as if to say, brother, have you been kidnapped? "What did you say? Did Guan Cheng speak just now?" He pointed at Guan Cheng and looked at Wen Ze's stupid look in disbelief.

Wen Ze suppressed a smile and said, "You read and heard correctly. There is no need to doubt that it was indeed what Guan Cheng said."

Xie An raised his right eyebrow and raised the corner of his mouth: "As expected of you Guan Cheng, I admire your confidence." After speaking, he patted Guan Cheng's shoulder with his left hand.

Guan Cheng had a cold and domineering image.

Bao Yan囧: "You...there's nothing wrong with what you said." He definitely didn't think so in his heart. He is just a good man who doesn't suffer the immediate disadvantages, and he is a man of courage.

Just then, the director's assistant came to Bao Yan and said, "Teacher Bao, we are ready, we are about to start filming."

Bao Yan quickly returned to normal, stopped joking, and walked quickly towards the camera.

Wenze and the other four retreated to the corner in an orderly manner, acting as qualified live audiences. They cheered for Bao Yan in their hearts and looked forward to a good show from him.

Bao Yan lived up to expectations and performed well, successfully passing the test in one go. The atmosphere of the entire crew is very good, and the actors have done a good job so far.

Wen Ze gave the same thumbs up: "Well done, thumbs up for you."

Bao Yan raised his chin proudly: "My acting skills are always online."

Wen, Xie and Guan expressed their shame and underestimated Bao Yan's shamelessness.

The next pressure will be on Guan Cheng and Xie An. The two are like conjoined twins bound together. They appear together in more than half of the scenes, but mainly Sun Hongxin, the third prince played by Guan Cheng.

Guan Cheng looked very relaxed, giving people a feeling of being at ease.

Xie An's expression was slightly fierce, and anyone who knew him knew that he was nervous.

Wenze was a person who was very sensitive to changes in emotions. Naturally, he couldn't help but notice it. He was thinking about how to relieve Xie An's nervousness. Unexpectedly, Bao Yan's move successfully led Xie An astray.

Bao Yan's voice sounded: "Your expression, ahem, looks like an angry husky." After saying this, he couldn't help but laugh.

When Wen Ze heard this description, he secretly muttered to himself that the more he looked, the more they looked alike. It was very hard not to laugh, and he struggled with not being able to control his expression properly.

"What did you say? Bao Yan, do you have an itchy skin that needs repairing? I will show mercy and help you realize your wish." Xie An, the client, glared angrily, clenched his fists, chased Bao Yan and beat him with perfect timing. , hitting someone is not a slap in the face.

"I was wrong, I was wrong, stop." Bao Yan was beaten so hard that he retreated and had to raise the white flag to surrender. "You are really strong. It hurts me when you beat me." He pretended to be an exaggerated reaction with a grimace. Holding his chest.

"Who made you want to talk? Next time I will let you know what an iron fist is." Xie An blew on his clenched right fist, threatening Bao Yan who had no control over his mouth.

"It's obvious that they are very similar, but you still don't want people to tell the truth." Bao Yan protested in a low voice.

Xie An's eyes were fierce: "Huh? Are you talking bad about me?"

Bao Yan's rolling eyeballs were choked up, and his hands swung from side to side in panic, and he hurriedly expressed his position: "I don't, I understand. If I hadn't seen your expression so fierce, I wouldn't have said that you look like xxx." His expression was slightly resentful.

Xie An straightened his slightly messy clothes and looked not nervous at all. He glanced sideways at Bao Yan and said, "Then according to what you say, I have to thank you."

Bao Yan didn't want another punch to the flesh, and his perception was very sensitive. He smiled and said: "No, no, this is my problem."

Seeing that the battle had calmed down and that the play was almost over, Wen Ze looked at Xie An and reminded him: "The play is almost about to be filmed. Do you want to adjust your mood and ask the makeup artist to tidy up your messy hair?"

"My hair is messy, right? You have to straighten it out, otherwise the director will say something when he sees it." Xie An asked the makeup artist to comb his hair, not forgetting to glare at the instigator.

Bao Yan, on the other hand, raised his eyes to look at the roof, acting innocent as if it had nothing to do with me. He looked like he was a thief with a guilty conscience.

Guan Cheng was used to this. He was very calm and the coldness in his eyes was much diluted.

Wen Ze retired, patted Guan Cheng on the shoulder, and said sincerely: "Looking forward to your performance, come on!"

Guan Cheng looked at Wen Ze who had a sincere attitude and said seriously: "I will do it."

After a while, the scene was ready and the filming of the next scene started.

The two people's performances were very good, and there was no problem in the scene of sitting in a private seat and talking, and they got it right in one go.

The filming progress is very smooth, and the arrival of the male and female protagonists means that the group scenes are coming.

Everyone's attention is on Qiao Yi and Shen Meng. Their outfits today are very c-feeling. Since ancient times red and blue have been known as c-p. Who doesn't like handsome men and beautiful women?

Putting aside all factors, in Wenze's opinion, the two of them are very good-looking, and standing together is a beautiful sight.

However, the atmosphere between the two leading actors is a bit subtle. They have the most interactions in the movie. Outside the movie, except for the necessary dialogue, the two barely speak, and they don't even want to pretend to be perfunctory.

It is impossible to spread rumors that the male and female protagonists fell in love because of the drama. The crew has no trouble in this regard.

Wen Ze and others knew the reason well, but they remained silent and would not rush to offend anyone. They were happy to film a good show quietly and quietly be a crowd on the scene.

The scenes were shot one after another, hurrying up to finish the literary part in the morning, so as to make enough time for the highlight of the afternoon, the martial arts scene.

([-]) Heart-to-heart talk after the play

After filming the last group scene in the morning, Wen Ze could finally rest, because it was time for lunch. The actors quickly ate lunch, and with the martial arts crew ready, they were all black masked assassins. The afternoon shooting was not easy.

Except for Wen Ze and Bao Yan, the other leading actors all need to wear wire clothes because they all have scenes where they fly around.

Xie An, who had put on his wire clothes, had a bitter look on his face, with a feeling of bitterness and resentment: "It's so tight, I feel a little pinched. I envy you two lucky people, you don't have to hang up to do all kinds of movements." "Looking at Wen Ze and Bao Yan with jealous faces.

"When I think about hanging wire, I can't even laugh. I feel like my legs are weak." This is the sad speech of Xie An, a veteran.

Wenze had never hung a wire before, so he didn't know the pain involved. He enviously touched the wire clothes that Xie An was wearing, with a look of disbelief on his face: "I look fine, is it really that painful? I'm very sad." I envy you that you can play Wia, and I really want to try it."

Xie An, who had experience with Diao Wei Ya, his pupils trembled and said what nonsense this silly boy was talking about: "You are too naive."

When the filming started, Wen Ze could understand the meaning of Xie An's words. Watching him being hung up by the steel rope, he felt uncomfortable just watching, and he instantly gave up the naive idea of ​​hanging Wia.

Xie An, who is hanging in the air, not only has to manage his expression and maintain balance, but also ensures the completion of his movements, which is really difficult. Thanks to his experience, the action was done well.

Guan Cheng is also a ruthless person, hanging in the air is just like hanging on the ground, his movements are crisp and precise, his acting skills are online all the time, and he passes the test in one go.

Qiao Yi, who is also experienced, moves very smoothly. Shen Meng, whose movements are relatively simple, can't find any faults and is frighteningly smooth.

The most difficult scenes have been successfully passed, and the remaining assassination group scenes are not so strict on individuals. The swords, swords and shadows, you and me fighting back and forth, are very exciting and exciting.

Wenze and Bao Yan's performances were not crotchless, they just had no martial arts moves, they were purely bystanders, and even the assassins looked down upon them.

The martial arts scene, which I thought would be very time-consuming and laborious, ended up being completed early and ended early.

The professional movement teacher was surprised, thinking that he had to pick out his movements one by one to achieve the expected effect, and the slap in the face was caught off guard.

The movement teacher was so surprised that he couldn't help but praise him: "You have a solid foundation and you learn the movements quickly and well. It's obvious that you have put in hard work. Well done to you."

Comparing the modest performance of others, Wenze was obviously very guilty. He felt that he, a rookie who had never played Wia before, could not afford such praise.

Wen Ze knew how much he weighed. If he had to use one word to describe his mood, he would sum it up with shame.

Although he passed no more than twice today, after seeing everyone's martial arts performance in the afternoon, Wenze immediately discovered his shortcomings. Wushu opera is his biggest shortcoming at present, and he still has a lot of room for improvement.

If he also had an action scene where he was challenging Wia, then the crew would be delayed in the filming schedule in the afternoon, and there would be one NG after another, which would definitely arouse everyone's dissatisfaction.

The picture in his mind was too terrifying, and Wen Ze couldn't persuade himself to look away. People who don't think long-term must worry about the short-term, not to mention the shortcomings are so obvious and glaring. Martial arts scenes are a basic requirement that an actor cannot avoid.

Wen Ze was in a very depressed mood when he returned to the hotel, but Bao Yan saw through it at a glance.

That's right, Bao Yan visited Wenze.

"You are just being mediocre. The Yu Heng you are playing now has no martial arts scenes from beginning to end. There is no need to worry about Wia. You just need to make Yu Heng lively. Why embarrass yourself for other people's problems." Bao Yan sighed and entered. Wen Ze, who was in a dead end, asked him to let him go.

Wen Ze Nunu mouthed, even if he knew this was the case, he couldn't be happy. He smiled bitterly and said: "I know, I know, but I am just dissatisfied with myself. I feel that I think of actors too simply, and I am still far away from being an actor. "

"You, you, don't always think too much, be in the moment, take it step by step slowly, don't think about the baby who can never crawl, and quickly grow into an adult who can run and jump. We are still young, don't I'm so anxious." Bao Yan's face showed unprecedented seriousness, and he looked like a mature adult at this time.

The amazing thing was that Wen Ze gradually became less depressed and sad. He understood that he was too impatient, that he shouldn't be so impatient, that he was too impetuous.

Wenze smiled in relief and said, "What you said makes sense, Bao Yan. I got sidetracked. I should reflect on myself and stay down to earth."

Bao Yan raised his eyebrows and looked at Wen Ze, his eyes full of relief: "Just understand it, and my sincere words will not be in vain."

Wen Ze was grateful to Bao Yan, and he spat out the kind words as if they were free. They were all the kind words he liked to hear: "You have a high ideological consciousness, high speaking skills, and good looks. You are a handsome tall man." people."

Bao Yan grinned from the corner of his mouth to the base of his ears. He felt happy and narrowed his eyes into small crescents: "There's nothing wrong with that. I like to hear it."

They were just some good words, and Wen Ze certainly had to satisfy Bao Yan's hobby of hearing good words.

There must be a reason for two people to become good friends. Mutual respect and understanding are not something everyone can achieve.