Changxia Shaoman

A one-shot shoot that lasted 5 minutes. When Chen Songan called out "cut", Xu Zhizhen barely stopped. If he hadn't held Xie Bei, he would have fallen to the ground.

Xie Bei grabbed his hand, looked down into his eyes with a slight smile, and said, "You are great."

No stage fright, no forgetting words, no revealing, no mistakes in positioning, everything is great.

For the pure newcomers who were filming for the first time, Xu Zhizhen's performance was really outstanding, Chen Song'an specially called them to the monitor and played it back for them.

"...Look here, it's a little bit out, but it's okay, overall this time is very good, the group performances seem to be a bit noisy later, Lao Zhang, you go and talk...So look, let's do it again soon, and pay attention here, Adapt to the situation. This is not only about acting, but also your reaction to what is happening around you based on the understanding of the character you play. But you are really good, just now I was worried that you would be nervous and make mistakes, but I didn’t expect it to be so stable at the beginning. "Chen Song'an was really surprised, and couldn't help giving Xu Zhizhen a thumbs up, "Not bad, you are born to act."

Xu Zhizhen was wearing a long jacket. Although it was cold, his ears turned red, and he whispered, "Thank you Director Chen."

Chen Song'an patted him on the shoulder, "Your father will be very pleased to know."

He also nodded and smiled shyly.

It was re-shot two or three times in succession. Not only the two leading actors had to perform well, but also all the extras around them had to be in place without any mistakes. It wasn't until Chen Song'an got a perfect long shot that he re-arranged the scene to shoot another one. fragment.

After leaving the set, Xu Zhizhen was still in a daze, sitting in the dressing room drinking tea with a big kettle in his arms, almost scalding the tip of his tongue because of distraction, and sticking out the tender red tip of his tongue to cool down.

Xie Bei walked over from the side, almost performing a flat fall, "...what are you doing?" Xu Zhizhen looked at himself in a daze, and explained, "It's hot."

"...Oh." Xie Bei rubbed his nose, sat on the soft chair beside him, touched the black glass in front of him, and the tea leaves were churning on the water.

The opening went smoothly, which greatly aroused Xu Zhizhen's confidence. He carefully read the script that followed, and went through the lines in his mind, for fear that he might make a mistake.

Today's task is actually not heavy, except for the first scene, which is the main scene of one scene, which is more challenging. Most of the other scenes on this street will be remembered in the future. He and Xie Bei walked through this street wearing clothes of different seasons. It is the only way to go to school and go home, but the surroundings are full of changes and changes. People are gradually growing up and becoming more than just them.

After shooting back and forth about ten times, the afternoon scene was over.Xu Zhizhen was about to go back to the dressing room to take off his makeup, when he caught a glimpse of two children running over from the corner of his eye.He turned around and took a closer look. It turned out to be two young actors in costumes, probably playing the childhood of the two protagonists.

The two young actors looked to be only five or six years old. They wore old-fashioned small clothes, a small vest and long trousers, and they looked quite stylish.He couldn't help laughing, looked at it for a while before turning and leaving.

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The filming was not all smooth sailing. The first few days were basically smooth. Xu Zhizhen often went to the gym with Xie Bei to exercise at night, trying to lose weight these days and look better on camera.

On the last day in Hengdian, Xu Zhizhen was stuck in a literary play for a long time.

This is his solo play, a confrontation with his mother in the play.

His mother wanted him to study art in England, but he didn't want to.At this time, he had already understood the clues of the domestic situation, and was almost about to open the door under the introduction of outsiders, but right now, he had to give up the right to open the door.

He knelt down and begged his mother bitterly, "Mother, I..."

"Cut!" Chen Song'an frowned, still not in the mood.

Xu Zhizhen also went limp, and looked apologetically at the actress lying on the bed, "I'm sorry, Sister Yang, to trouble you..." Yang Lei hurriedly waved her hands, "It's okay, you should think about it carefully, don't think too much. Chen The guide is looking for you, let's take a look." "Yeah, good." He was really guilty and embarrassed, and a little bit confused, trotted to Chen Song'an, bowed his head in front of him in the standard elementary school student's gesture of admitting mistakes, obediently listened to the training.

Chen Song'an sighed, looked at the monitor, didn't know what to say, thought for a while, and asked him, "Why can't I catch the emotion? It's too frivolous, too superficial, and the script hasn't been understood yet. You go and take a closer look." Think about the script." He deliberately didn't take the initiative to explain clearly, but let Xu Zhizhen figure out what went wrong by himself, let him go back to the source and think about what he didn't think of.Xu Zhizhen nodded, took the script, looked at the colorfully painted pages, sighed himself, and said, "Alright Director Chen, I'll think about it again."

"Okay, let's take a 10-minute break."

Xie Bei next door was filming a fight scene. In the morning, he saw Xie Bei practicing with Wu Zhi. He wanted to practice it too, but his role was considered a frail scholar. If he went there, he would be beaten unilaterally.

Xu Zhizhen sighed silently, returned to the script, and reflected on why he couldn't enter the state all the time.

The mother is sick and has been bedridden, but she has never given up her hope for her only son.Knowing that the domestic situation is not good, she does not want to let her son go through this again in China, so she asks people to send Fu Bu to England to study art, in an attempt to avoid this impending disaster.But she didn't expect that he had already been involved and couldn't get out.Over time, only his innocent heart remained firm.

He slowly calmed down, thinking about his mother lying on the hospital bed who was so anxious but unable to do anything, thinking about the frail Fu Bu who was bravely trying to do something, thinking about the difficult China at that time, the still Kangping Peiping, familiar with Neighborhoods and alleys.

He opened his eyes, feeling that maybe something had been ignored by him all along.

It is Fu Bu's heart.

He has never been a simple image on paper. He is a three-dimensional, living figure. Maybe the Chinese are powerless.Weakness does not mean cowardice, he also has the heart and the world. His grief and anger are far from the fact that his always docile mother suddenly insisted on letting him go abroad and directly refuted his ideas, but that even though he understands what the world is like, he can't do anything. It's not even like Hu Hua who has the ability to fight, understand the situation and analyze the situation. He has nothing but painting, and he can't even protect his mother.He wanted to do something, whether it was for the little family or for everyone, but he couldn't.

What is the purpose of his tears, maybe only the pain in his heart can understand.

Xu Zhizhen stood up, walked up to Chen Songan, glanced at Director Chen, and nodded.

Chen Song'an breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, he walked out.

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Under the gentle candlelight, it was clearly daytime, but candles were burning all year round in this deserted courtyard, always soft and weak, as if any wind could extinguish it, but it would never be extinguished.No matter how dim it is, it still burns a little red, waiting for someone to cut the candles with silver scissors.

Fu Bu approached, knelt under his mother's bed, and remained silent.

His mother asked him weakly, "Bu'er, what's the matter?" He was silent for a long time, his hands silently pinching the hem of his clothes, his shoulders trembling silently, and when he looked up again, his eyes were bright with crystal tears.

With tears in his eyes, Fu Bu turned back and forth, gritted his teeth, and asked, "Mother, can I... can I not go to England..." The mother coughed violently, turned her head away, and didn't want her son to see this. scene.Amidst the prolonged coughing, Fu Bu stared at the trembling and weak mother on the sickbed, powerless and panicked, so he could only bite his lower lip harder.

She finally stopped coughing, turned her head, and scolded, "Peking is getting more and more chaotic, you... why are you staying in China... don't have any more thoughts about your past, it's too dangerous. Listen, listen to your mother and go abroad Go, you are very talented and like to draw, so it is just right to go to England. I heard that the school is very famous. Your uncle helped send a few of your paintings. They like it very much, and they have already decided to go. What are you talking about now... Cough, cough, good boy, go out, go out, you don’t have to worry about anything.” But he cried even more fiercely, the tears flowed silently, rolling one by one To the clothes, the blue robe was wetted and turned into a darker color.

"Why are you crying... It's back to when I was a child again, why do I love to cry all the time." Mother gently wiped the tears off his face with a handkerchief, "Listen to your mother, be good."

"But...but..." He was crying, unwilling and helpless, "What should you do, what should I do..." What will they do, what will the people of Peiping do, when will people be able to escape this world.

The mother just smiled at him, gentle, like the nameless broken white flowers in the window, "Don't worry, I have carried it all these years. Besides, it would be great if you could come back to see me during the Chinese New Year, wouldn't it?" He knew that everything couldn't be done as he hoped, and he was powerless to resist his mother's arrangements, and he couldn't make her sad because of her sick body.

He closed his eyes tightly and kowtowed hard.

"Mother, I see."

The mother smiled gratifiedly, stretched out her hand to let him get up, touched his hand, and said hoarsely, "It's good to know, Bu'er is going to be a great painter in the future, isn't she..." "Okay! Ka!"

Xu Zhizhen was still crying, with a red mark on his forehead. The actress touched his head distressedly, and asked, "Does it hurt? It's so heavy, I was shocked to hear it."

He was still a little obsessed with the atmosphere just now, the surroundings were no longer the silence just now, the staff began to move around again, and the assistant also rushed up to put a long coat on him, and slowly helped him up to sit on a small stool.

Brother Yang took out a hand warmer and stuffed it into Xu Zhizhen's arms, and then took out a tissue from his small backpack and handed it to him, "Xiao Xu wipe away his tears, this match is finally over, it seems Director Chen is quite satisfied."

He realized that he was pulled into the real environment by the warmth in his arms, and wiped the tears on his face with a tissue. The actress' assistant also came over to touch up her makeup. He reacted and said with some embarrassment, "I didn't react just now, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, I don't feel anything."

After saying this, the other party was even more worried, sighed, got off the bed and walked across to him, squatted down to look at him, "It's so red, I don't feel it, and the makeup artist will come to touch up the makeup later. Young people, I heard that you are only a freshman?" He was a little apprehensive, and nodded while holding a warm handbag.

"It's quite normal. You're young and you don't have much experience, but Director Chen chose you as the right one. It's good to enter the show quickly, but..." She stretched out her hand to touch his head, her fingers were slightly cool, and stroked it gently , with a trace of pity in his eyes, "We still have to grasp the speed, this is just a small episode, you only act for a few days, and you can play in a few days when you go back to school. If you want to make a movie in the future, it's just a movie with a low difficulty." , if you encounter someone of today's level, wouldn't you have to lose your mind every time? It's too bad, isn't it?"

She bent her lips and smiled, guiding him with witty words, "So, you have to control yourself. But I don't blame you, you are too young, although you are from a major, but you haven't taught it yet at this time... still It can be regarded as walking on a wild road, and it will be much better in the future."

He seems to understand, nodded.

"Thank you, Sister Qin, for your guidance. I will definitely think about it when I go back."

Qin Zhi waved his hand, "What's the matter, I just said something casually. You have good qualifications, and I look forward to your future development."

He was at a loss again, and he was still a little stiff from the coldness all over his body slowly recovering from the warmth. He could only nod his head, "Thank you, Sister Qin, thank you."

It wasn't until Qin Zhi returned to the bed and continued to lie down that he realized how stupid his actions were just now... He didn't stand up and bow...

Chen Song'an walked over and praised him for his good performance, he really understood the role, and said that he would have to shoot some more shots later, and he needed to do it again.

Xu Zhizhen nodded his head to express his understanding. After chatting with Chen Songan for a few words, the makeup artist was going to touch up his makeup, but he suddenly realized something, grabbed Chen Songan's coat sleeve, and looked at him persistently, "But, Director Chen, Fu Bu he... really can only be like this... so miserable?" Unable to protect his mother's sick body, unable to keep his own dreams, he wanted to serve the country but died early behind the scenes, and even made his mother White-haired people send black-haired people.His life seemed beautiful and heroic, but it was full of tragedy everywhere, and countless regrets were hidden under the pain, and no one knew about it.His simplicity and innocence are his beautiful qualities, but good people rarely get good rewards. Although he sacrificed for the country, no one remembers him except for a few familiar people in the organization and friends and family. Apart from being able to scribble "Fu Jia Fu Bu" and die young, in the eyes of the world, there is nothing else.

He devoted himself to the organization with sincerity, wanted to devote his efforts to his beloved Beiping, practiced shooting and fighting skills, but failed to even go to the battlefield, and lost his young life.

Especially looking at this character from the perspective of God, I feel even more distressed for him, and can only feel the impermanence of fate.

Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, and he held on to Chen Song'an's sleeve, trying to find an explanation for him, a virtual character.

Chen Song'an was stunned for a moment, lowered his head and thought slowly, and said, "He also shined, maybe that's enough for him." Xu Zhizhen slowly let go of his hand, lowered his head, and said "Hmm".

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The tablet keyboard is broken by the computer. I haven’t bought it yet. I’ve been squatting for a few days. If the computer is not good, I’ll just format it and forget it. The update in the past few days will have a little impact.