After the rebirth of the idol, he started to lose weight and became the best actor

Since the scenes with Lu Rong were shot very quickly and the actors were in good condition, there were almost no NGs more than three times.

Director Fan deliberately moved Chi Qing's role to the front, on the one hand because the filming went smoothly, and on the other hand because a month had almost passed.

If you delay it until the start of the school year after summer vacation, it would be a serious sin, and high school is already very busy.

When hearing this reason, most people in the crew twitched their lips.

This month, due to the shortage of manpower, Lu Rong will also work with some instructors to help, as well as some actors who want to ask for advice on acting skills and psychological profiling of characters.

As a result, everyone subconsciously ignores the fact that this boy who seems to know everything is just a high school student.

Today is Lu Rong’s last scene, and everyone is in high spirits.

Just because this scene is so tragic, the emotional outburst requires a lot of energy.

No matter how excellent Lu Rong's acting skills were in their eyes, this kind of performance of life and death was too difficult for an underage new-age child who had never experienced suffering.

"Do you have any more questions? Do you need me to analyze them again? Actually, Xiao Lu, you can take a rest and think about it."

Director Fan was a little worried and told Lu Rong the scene over and over again.

Today is not only Lu Rong's final scene, but also the only scene in the entire play that requires wire suspension, and the number of people required is no less than the parade at the opening.

As the central figure, Lu Rong needs to bear more pressure from the outside world.

"Director, I'm ready." Lu Rong chuckled.

He is not afraid of heights, has deliberately trained his lower limb strength, and has good balance ability.

If he wants to perform Qinggong proficiently like the ones in martial arts dramas, he still needs to learn and practice, but if he just wants to perform the feeling of falling, it should not be a problem.

He didn't have any psychological burden, but he didn't know why the entire crew seemed to be a little cautious. Even the assistant director kept looking at the ten-meter-high city wall in front of him and stopped drinking the wolfberry tea in the thermos.

"Okay, let's try it first. Don't panic. Eat and drink as usual." Fan Yi patted the boy's shoulder, looking more uneasy than the actor who should have been panicking.

"All departments, prepare, especially the ones below, don't move, don't whisper to each other!"

Before filming began, the director turned up the volume of a loud speaker to maximum to warn the agitated crowd below the city wall.

Because they were short-staffed in the crew in August, they had originally planned to use only a few hundred people for some scenes. But now that the funds are in place, of course they want it to be more shocking and realistic.

So Fan Yi looked for a lot of extras, but where could he find so many people at once?

So Fan Yi set his sights on his alma mater.

First, they recruited on the campus wall and found some idle younger classmates at home. Later, they simply posted a notice on the social platform, offering 250 yuan a day, which really attracted a large number of college students.

Within two days, all the people were gathered.

I have to say, although there were enough people, the extras composed of university students were really noisy, and when they were filming the war scene earlier, the camera caught a few people yelling "Gaia" when the two armies were fighting.

In fact, more than half of them fought with a smile, while the rest fought while trying to hold back their laughter.

The director in front of the camera was so shocked that his eyes went dark. He NGed four or five times before it was passed. They all had a great time.

Maybe the most honest time is the hour when I show off my lunch box...

"Don't worry, director. We will definitely carry out military training today!" Laughs came from the crowd, and dozens of responses followed.

They have no fighting scenes today, they just need to stand in military formation below the city wall. The only difficulty is that the weather is too hot, and they are at risk of heatstroke as they are fully armed.

However, the assistant director had arranged for a blower and cooling patches in advance, so the problem was not serious.

After all major departments were ready, Director Fan gave the order and filming officially started.

……

The autumn wind is melancholy and the north wind is howling.

On the city wall, the young general who was once so majestic and feared by the enemy was now as pale as paper, with blood and dust all over his face, covering up his originally heroic appearance.

Chi Qing's brows were tightly knitted together, and even though he was in a desperate situation, his eyes still revealed indifference and a bit of fatigue.

His robes were tattered and his inner armor had fallen off, revealing deep wounds from being scratched by the nine-tailed whip.

The young general's hair was in disarray, with a few strands of hair fluttering in the wind, and the roots of his hair soaked with sweat. His lips were cracked and bleeding, but he still refused to utter a word of begging for mercy.

He was dragged roughly to the edge of the city wall, with a bottomless abyss beneath his feet. The whistling wind seemed to be playing the last tragic song for him.

"General!" His subordinates shouted hoarsely under the city, their voices filled with despair and grief, and were quickly driven away.

Ling Jun traveled all night long, braving wind and rain, and finally caught up at the last moment. He looked at the scene with bloodshot eyes, and shouted with all his might in grief, but his hoarse voice was buried in the crowd.

The enemy general looked at him coldly, without a trace of pity in his eyes. "Throw him down! Make him pay for his stubbornness!"

Several soldiers roughly twisted Chi Qing's arms and pushed him forward.

When the boy raised his eyes, he could see the bottomless bloody mouth, which seemed to be swallowing him up.

At this moment, he saw his mother, who was sitting by the bed, embroidering with a small lamp and looking up at the moon from time to time, his brother, who hugged him and said that he would go to the racecourse with him if he won, and his father, who said that a man should drink a lot...

Then there were the cheerful smiles of the soldiers drinking and talking happily, shouting their loyalty to His Majesty, and the happy faces of the people returning from a great victory...

What’s funny is that the soldiers who pushed him were not from the enemy dynasty, but the secret guards around Emperor Qian.

The emperor was old and valued civil affairs over military affairs. He viewed the General's Mansion as a major threat. When King Han proposed to exchange his life for peace between the two countries, his final fate had already been written.

No matter what, their Chi family has already perished in the game between emperors, and the common people have suffered.

It is the best outcome that there is no trace of them in subsequent history books.

Fortunately... Chi Qing turned his head slightly, and seemed to meet someone's gaze in the vast crowd behind the city wall.

He didn't say a single word from beginning to end, and didn't make any excuses or complain about his grievances.

Following a shout from the enemy general, the soldiers suddenly lifted up Chi Qing's tortured thin body and threw him into the air.

Chi Qing's body fell straight down from the towering city wall like a kite with its string cut. The strong wind whistled in his ears, ruffling his hair, but his eyes were fixed on the side, which was the enemy's camp.