I was bullied in the abuse text [Entertainment]

Guo Fatpang was taken aback by Feng Ning's suddenly serious expression and urgent tone, and nervously stopped him: "Brother, don't be impulsive! The meal money is a little less, but we can't find someone for this matter. Director!"

Feng Ning turned his head and took a deep look at his assistant, gritted his teeth and said, "Would a normal person go to the boss for a work meal?"

"Others can't, but you may not." Guo Pangpang said honestly.

"..." Feng Ning had a headache, didn't want to say a word, turned around and left with his long legs.

Guo Pangpang followed behind him step by step, feeling very disturbed.

The director of the play, Xu Bo, is a middle-aged man with a fat body. At the moment, he is speaking to a supporting actor under the shade of a tree not far away.

He has a big head, is so bald that the crockpot shines, but has an unusually lush beard. He looks fierce when his face is expressionless, and he has the temperament of a gangster in a young and Dangerous movie in the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China.

Feng Ning trotted all the way over, but stopped about half a meter away from Xu Bo, was shocked by his aura and stood there, not knowing how to speak properly.

Feng Ning thought about it, leaned into Guo Pangpang's ear, and whispered tentatively: "Little Pangpang, you said that if someone told you that you were actually a cardboard figure in a book, and then predicted that you would be in a car accident tomorrow, what would you do? ...?"

"Hammer off his dog's head!"

"...Okay." Feng Ning silently shut up, and swallowed the words "Will you believe it?"

Director Xu Bo was spitting all over the play, and the supporting actor nodded frequently while listening.From Feng Ning's point of view, the two should have interacted well, and the director seemed to be in a good mood, so he bit the bullet and took a few steps forward.

When Xu Bo raised his head, he happened to see Feng Ning looking at him anxiously, hesitating to speak.

Xu Bo still had a fresh memory of Feng Ning's extraordinary performance in the coffin two hours ago.Seeing him now, I thought he was forced by the company to ask about the editing, and couldn't help feeling a little affection for the child, and waved his hand generously and said, "Don't worry, you performed very well in the scene just now, go back and tell your agent Man, I won't cut out a single frame of your shot in post."

"Director, I'm not here to ask about the editing." Feng Ning, as a background panel tool that has been ruined by the author, doesn't care about how many shots he can have at all.

"Then what's the matter with you?" Xu Bo's eyes have returned to the script.

Feng Ning gritted his teeth, and said, "I want to ask you, is our crew going to Yuhuai Mountain tomorrow?"

Xu Bo didn't even bother to raise his head, and said absently: "Yes, haven't we already notified you?"

Feng Ning said urgently: "I can't go!"

"Ok?"

"Tomorrow, there will be a natural disaster on the winding road leading to Yuhuai Mountain. If we go there, something will happen."

The pen in the hand of the field reporter next to him fell to the ground with a clatter.

Xu Bo's expression sank: "Who did you listen to?"

"I..." Feng Ningka paused for a moment, suddenly blessed to his heart, "I can do divination, yes, I can figure it out."

The muscles on Xu Bo's face stiffened, and it took several seconds for him to relax slowly.

He raised his head and stared at the young actor's black and white eyes for a full 2 ​​minutes.Then, he threw away the script, turned his head expressionlessly and said to the executive assistant beside him, "Go and check, what's the weather like at Yuhuai Mountain tomorrow."

The executive assistant turned on the phone, quickly searched around, and reported: "The weather is fine, cloudless, and the wind is beautiful."

Xu Bo asked again: "Have you read the good and bad fortunes and taboos for tomorrow in the almanac?"

The executive assistant replied: "Tomorrow is a good time to move, break ground, break ground, ask for money..."

There was a 2-minute pause in the air. Xu Bo cast a cold glance at Feng Ning, then faced west, clasped his hands together, pointed towards the sky, and said repeatedly: "Tongyan Wuji, Tongyan Wuji..."

When filming this kind of supernatural scene, the most important thing is to speak well. Feng Ning, the unlucky child, said "something is going to happen"...

Xu Bo tried his best to calm down his blood pressure, which had soared to [-], and waved his hand to tell him to roll away.

Feng Ning also had a stubborn temper, he just stood there without moving, refusing to let go: "What I said is true!"

He imitated how his master lied to people under the flyover, sat cross-legged on the ground, squinted his eyes, rubbed his fingers, and murmured: "I watched the stars last night and found that the area around Yuhuai Mountain is very uneven. Pinch After counting, it turned out that there was a grave digger who went up the mountain and went down with a shovel, cutting off the dragon veins in front of him! Then, the dragon whose tail was cut off in half became angry and wanted to eat human flesh, so we Going up the mountain is equivalent to sending sandwiches to people..."

Guo Pangpang poked out half of his head from the corner, and kept rushing at Feng Ning to touch his neck.

Xu Bo has decisively put aside the decision of "don't care about it" 1 minute ago, and he is angry at his dantian: "You fucking shut up!"

Then he quickly opened his phone case, took out a small piece of yellowed paper, and slapped Feng Ning hard on the forehead: "You can eat food indiscriminately, but how can you talk nonsense! If you don't learn well at a young age, you can't do it! Think about those feudal superstitions."

Feng Ning stared helplessly at the words "safety in and out" on the note: "..."

This shit isn't yours?

At the venue more than ten meters away, someone shouted: "Director Xu, Mr. Xue's side is ready for filming."

What they are filming is a suspenseful tomb robbery era drama. Xue Lan plays the only surviving Captain Mojin from the Republic of China period.

For example, now, Feng Ning followed the voice and saw that there were quite a few people gathered there. Xue Lan stood in the center, put on a black brocade night gown, her hair was neatly tied behind her head, and she was tall and tall.Both the steel wire and the wire are ready, and several staff members are gesturing at him.

Xu Bo let out an "ah", stopped talking to Feng Ning, and started to leave.

"Hey, director, wait a minute! Mr. Xue will also appear in this scene..." Before Feng Ning could say the word "thing", Xu Bo, who was still angry, stretched out a finger and pointed it heavily through the air. After a while, he took the script and strode away.

"..."

How to do good deeds in the crew is more difficult than helping a fell grandfather on the road!

Feng Ning sighed in frustration, muttering "Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda", and walked to the side of the coffin with his head down, intending to find the big blanket that he had just covered.

Along the way, I ran into a scene crew who were busy cleaning the set, Feng Ning grabbed one and asked, "Do we have any unused quilts, military coats, or anything else?"

The small stage manager pointed to the warehouse where the costumes were temporarily stored.

Feng Ning quickly ran to the warehouse under the inexplicable look in his eyes.I buried my head in picking and picking among a pile of temporarily unused winter clothes, and finally chose a few of the cottoniest and thickest ones, and hugged them in my arms.

Today's set of shots could have been shot under the green screen in the studio, but in order to strive for the most realistic and shocking effect, Xue Lan insisted on shooting in real scenes and refused to use a stand-in.

Yingdi Xue was playing in person, and he was challenging the extremely technically difficult aerial Wia show, so there were naturally crowds of people watching.Some people moved a small bench to study humbly, some people came to lick their faces with a camera, and some simply had nothing to do to join in the fun—in short, under the two trees, there were dense crowds of onlookers.

Feng Ning walked over in full view, holding several cotton costumes in one hand and a big blanket stained with "black dog blood" in the other.

He raised his head and took a look with difficulty, just in time to meet Xue Lan's eyes looking at him.In addition to doubts, there is actually a bit of self-satisfaction and conviction in those eyes, as if to say, "Little Quail, I knew you would definitely come to see me act."

Feng Ningwu looked back and shook his head.

Xue Lan's thin waist was wrapped with two half-finger-thick steel wires, and the other end was hung on a thick locust tree.The camera positions were gradually ready, and with Director Xu Bo's "action", the pulley rolled on the track, Xue Lan began to rise slowly, and was soon hoisted in the air.

Under him was the soft soil. A field manager had deliberately laid a layer of green foam cushions on the soil, blending with the green grass all over the mountains and plains. It was not obtrusive at all, and it could also provide a certain degree of cushioning.

It can be seen that the production team took great pains for the safety of the actor and investor, but the fly in the ointment is that the area for cushioning is too small.Less than 5 meters to the left, there is clearly no shelter on a raised stone with sharp edges and corners.

Feng Ning walked to the edge of the big stone, squatted down on the ground, spread out the pile of things in his arms, and began to cover the surface of the stone carefully layer by layer.

Soon, whispering voices reached Feng Ning's ears:

"How does this little farmer hang clothes here?"

"I'm afraid it's not to attract Teacher Xue's attention."

"Tsk tsk tsk, the current rookie is really unscrupulous in order to get ahead."

Feng Ning lowered his head and was busy with the work in hand, too lazy to pay attention to them.After laying out all the things I brought, I pressed it a few times with the palm of my hand. It seemed that it was not thick enough, so I got up and decided to go back to the warehouse to find something.

After all, he is the ace actor who has been honed on the set. Even if he is suspended several meters in the air, Xue Lan is still calm, elegant, and every martial arts movement is smooth and complete.

At the end of a beautiful spinning movement, Director Xu in front of the camera slapped his thigh and said loudly:

"it is good!"

There was a burst of applause all around.

Director Xu couldn't help showing a satisfied smile on his face behind the camera - this is the role he wants, even the eyes are full of drama, which is exactly the same.

The assistant director who stood aside immediately trotted forward, waved his hands, and commanded the staff in charge of Wia: "Okay. Quick, put Teacher Xue down quickly, you guys should move lightly and pay attention to safety."

In the peaceful and pleasant atmosphere, a sudden gust of wind blew by, and the dense leaves rubbed against each other, making a rustling growl. There was a sound of "collapse", the rope broke, and a wire on Xue Lan's waist suddenly fell off the track.

The accident happened unexpectedly.

Accompanied by a girl's sharp exclamation, the only remaining wire on Xue Lan's body spun wildly in the wind, and fell towards the left rear at a very tricky angle.

Xu Bo stood up suddenly, and rushed forward two steps out of control: "Xue Lan!"

Through the thin clothes, it can be clearly seen that Xue Lan's face is pale, his brows are tightly furrowed, and his muscles are extremely tense from his neck to his back, his lower back, and even his two slender thighs.

From this angle, it should be a hard rock. Xue Lan noticed it before shooting, but she was overconfident and didn't bother the staff to deal with it.

The lightest one suffered a broken phalanx. He closed his eyes in despair and touched the ground with his toes, surrounded by screams and whimpers one after another, but the expected heart-piercing pain did not come.

It does hurt, but it's a soft, tolerable dull pain.

There was still a steel wire hanging on his body, and with the help of his feet, Xue Lan exerted force from his waist, barely stabilized his figure, clung to the steel wire tightly, and fell slowly to the ground.

At this time, Feng Ning had just rushed over with a new wave of clothes in his arms. Looking at the scene in front of him, he said regretfully, "Huh? It's all over."