The strategy of wearing the game is about the male god

The set of "Stockholm Lover" is currently filming an open-air scene.The location is in a small square in Stockholm, which is not completely enclosed. Some extras were invited to set up stalls as street performers, and some passers-by passed by without interfering with or disturbing the filming, so as to create the most natural scene.

Today, Stockholm is sunny. A young man wearing simple graffiti t-shirts and jeans sits on a folding bench and sketches beautiful curved lines on the drawing board in front of him. Bright peonies.The middle-aged street artist next to him came over to watch, and praised him in English with a smile.

"Bruce, your technique has become more proficient again, it's great!"

The young man's hair showed an icy color in the sun, but the clothes on his body were bright and warm colors.He frowned, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be pursed unhappily.His brows and eyes are cold, a little arrogant, and it seems that people are afraid to approach.But anyone who knows him well knows that Bruce looks like this every time he concentrates on painting, which makes people feel that he is very unhappy and not easy to mess with.Actually Bruce is a very good kid.

Hearing the neighbor's praise, the young man suddenly showed a bright smile, and the sense of alienation disappeared in an instant. Once he stopped the pen on the drawing board, he did not continue to add lines to the rough sketch, pale and slender The finger holding the black charcoal pencil seems to be drawn from Da Vinci's church murals, light and pleasant.

"The form is super good today, I think it must be because of the good weather, Raul."

"Yeah, the sun is gorgeous today! Bruce, if only you could see it too."

The young man chuckled, blinked his eyes, and said without the slightest bit of frustration in his tone, "It's okay Raul, don't be sad for me. I can feel the sun too. My skin tells me that the weather is very mild today."

As he spoke, the young man stretched out his right hand and fumbled back and forth in the package beside him.

"What are you looking for, I'll help you." Raul said.

"Don't bother me, I..."

The young man's expression changed when he got stuck in this sentence.

Oops, forgot the word...

In the next second, the sound of Lin Jiashu throwing a stool was heard, followed by cursing like a storm.

"Pei Xiangnan, what's the matter with you, you can forget just a few lines, do you have dementia in advance or are you really brain-dead?! The fool can remember it so many times, why can't you remember it!"

Pei Xiangnan pursed his lips and lowered his head slightly.He could feel many dissatisfied gazes, like thorns on his back.He could only stand up and keep bowing and apologizing, and kept saying sorry.

"It's already number 19, it seems that we won't be able to shoot it today."

"It's not a good omen to be tangled in the first one when you turn on the phone."

"This newcomer is quite weird. Are you really blind? He looks very good-looking. I don't know where the director found it."

"The state is too bad, and it will probably not get better if I continue to shoot."

"Then what's going on now, if Director Lin doesn't say anything, we can't say that we don't want to be with Xiao and quit."

"Empress Fu Daying is about to go crazy, just a few shots of the scene, ng more than a dozen."

"I heard that he is a pure rookie and has never acted before."

"No way, that's why we were picked by Boss Lin, who we are picky and doesn't buy it from anyone. Isn't this just to make yourself angry?"

"I heard that there is an incredible backstage, and it has a big background."

"Hey, everyone is running over to act now, that's why the circle is so chaotic."

"Yes, the boss is so angry that he doesn't even have the strength to curse people. It's the first time I've seen him so angry."

"What, you haven't seen him in the hottest way yet. He just smashed the camera. Fortunately, the shooting memory card inside was rescued by the assistant director. Otherwise, the whole month's effort would have been wasted."

"Is there such a thing?"

"Director Lin also worked hard from a newcomer back then to now. He also experienced being forced by the producer to be an actor. Otherwise, you think he can reach the sky in one step? So, when you meet a newcomer, you should be patient and be more forgiving. Said Maybe he will be a superstar in the future. And I think he has a good temper. He didn't cry after being pointed and scolded by Director Lin for more than ten times. He can bear it. In this circle, it is good to be able to bear it."

Mu Chenfeng took the drink handed over by his assistant, walked to Lin Jiashu and said, "Take a break, we've been filming for two or three hours."

Lin Jiashu glared at Mu Chenfeng with red eyes, and finally let go.

"Ten minutes off!"

Pei Xiangnan sat on a small bench in the square, and didn't move his seat because of Lin Jiashu's rest. He clasped his hands tightly on his knees, gasping for breath again and again, his teeth chattering slightly.

He took slow, deep breaths, trying to calm himself down.

He felt that the state was not right before the shooting started.

Because of the invisible relationship, the hearing of the ears is much more sensitive. After being blind, whether it is in the audition room or in the apartment, it is a relatively quiet environment, and you will not be disturbed if you want to recite lines blindly.But it's different now. Compared with the home, the level of noise on the set has been raised by several notches. What's more, it's still shooting outside, and the continuous noise on the street makes his ears hurt and it's hard to concentrate.This is the first time he has performed in such a noisy environment since he was blind, and he has no experience in how to focus on and let go of distracting thoughts.Especially after he was burdened with the important task of starting the film, he felt pressured and nervous.This shortcoming of being easily influenced by the external environment and unable to concentrate on the play is infinitely magnified.

When shooting the first few shots, Pei Xiangnan tried his best to suppress it, and put all his mind on playing with the actors.Helplessly, Lin Jiashu is a person who has infinite fuss and pursues perfectionism.He always said that the angle of the smile needs to be changed, the posture of holding the pen needs to be changed, the timing of raising the head is not accurate enough, and so on.After going back and forth several times, he finally perfected what could be perfected. Pei Xiangnan also tried his best to show his best level to satisfy Director Lin Jiashulin.Originally, this one could be passed, but it happened that a staff member outside the set fell and screamed subconsciously.Just this sound pierced Pei Xiangnan's tight protective barrier without warning, and he failed.

His attention was like a piece of broken glass, which was shattered in the blink of an eye, barely put together, and fell apart when touched.

As a result, it became more and more easy to go wrong, the performance became worse and worse, and even began to forget the lines.Lin Jiashu was so angry that he almost repelled the eighteen generations of his ancestors.

When Lin Jiashu got angry, he didn't care about your big or small cards, whether you were male or female, old or young, and scolded you equally.He doesn't swear, but it's ugly and embarrassing.Especially for a celebrity who has a bad face, being ridiculed for having a goldfish head in front of so many people, how can he not feel ashamed and angry!

Pei Xiangnan has never been criticized so much for his age, and he almost cried out.But he was more angry with himself for not living up to expectations, otherwise how could he be scolded? !It also caused the staff to suffer and suffer, and was sprayed by the fire-breathing dragon of Lin Jiashu.He had heard complaints from these people more than once.

He also desperately wanted to perform well, and he wanted to pass one more, and everyone rested smoothly.But the more he thought about it, the more pressure he felt after the ng, the more tense he was, and he couldn't let it go naturally.Then the more ng, a vicious circle.

So he wrote nineteen things like this, and Pei Xiangnan wanted to slap himself both.

Does he really have no talent for acting?Or is it better to take the route of singing?Pei Xiangnan buried his head in his knees in frustration.

At this time, Pei Xiangnan heard a familiar voice: "Bruce, do you want a drink, coffee or water?" Your assistant has prepared a lot of things, he is really a nice person." It was the voice of the actor who played Raul, Wade.Because the pronunciation of Pei Xiangnan's Chinese name was really awkward, it made this Nordic man very troubled. In the end, he simply called Pei Xiangnan directly by Bruce.

"No thanks, Wade."

"Hey, don't be so unhappy, Bruce. Although ng is really bad, but you are only 17 years old, my brother is also 17 years old, and now he can only stay in the room and play video games! Dude, think better, you know It looks like the real Bruce, you see you and Bruce are both invisible and sensitive...uh, I mean you are very suitable for Bruce..." Wade's tone was a little annoyed, as if he knew what he said I made a mistake, so I had to change the subject with a haha: "How about some coffee, to refresh you."

Pei Xiangnan was startled suddenly, "Wade, what did you say just now, can I trouble you to say it again?"

"Huh? Are you angry, Bruce, please believe that I never mean to laugh at you, uh, I just... just..."

"You don't have to be so nervous, Wade." Pei Xiangnan laughed: "I'm not angry, really."

"God bless you're not mad, you know I've always had a bad mouth. But god, I mean it, you really look like living Bruce! Unbelievable, you're only 17 ah."

"Thank you, Wade." Pei Xiangnan fumbled and raised his hand to take the hot coffee handed over by Wade: "I'm not as good as you said, and I've caused you more than a dozen times. I'm sorry."

"I have no problem at all! Because Bruce is a pleasing child." Wade's voice was full of the unique heartiness of Nordic men: "And I think, if it were you, you should be able to understand Bruce's mood."

For a moment, Pei Xiangnan seemed to be enlightened.

That's right, he is the person in the crew who can understand Bruce's mood best. Even Lin Jiashu, who wrote the script, may not be able to fully understand the feeling of being blind.But he can, how much he resembles Bruce, living as a normal person for many years, then suddenly blind after getting used to the bright world.Bruce's fear, pain, hesitation, didn't he also experience it.

His golden thighs and acting skills have been acquired, so it doesn't make sense to be beaten to the ground now.Yes, the current situation is very difficult, but if you think about it, isn't it also so difficult to open up wasteland in the previous dungeons.At that time, the team was destroyed because of frequent mistakes, anxiety, irritability, and being scolded by the commander. He had never experienced anything, but he persisted every time.Now, it's not impossible to persevere.

Pei Xiangnan subconsciously clenched the coffee cup in his hand.

Now that he was in front of the boss, he either defeated the boss to upgrade his skill points, or was beaten to death by the boss and then packed up and went home, he had no choice or retreat at all!

He is Bruce, and Bruce is him!Fight!

Ten minutes passed quickly, and Lin Jiashu yelled to start work not far away, and Pei Xiangnan could hear various sounds of preparations.

At this time, Xu Lin immediately rushed up with a makeup bag to touch up Pei Xiangnan's makeup, and comforted him in a low voice: "Relax, Xiangnan, Lin Jiashu has this temper on the set, and he scolds everyone. Don't be too psychologically burdened, take care of yourself." play, ah."

Pei Xiangnan nodded.

Lin Jiashu rolled up the script and knocked on the stool with a distorted expression, and shouted at Pei Xiangnan, "You brat, you'd better bring me a brain to act! Otherwise, get lost and go back to the sea of ​​clouds."

The scene reporter quickly came over with the written scene slate and issued an order: ""Stockholm Lover", No.70 second scene, first shot, No.20 article."

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The swaying dahlia skirt is swaying, next to a pair of well-polished pointed-toe shoes, and the trousers of the suit are meticulously ironed.The screen continued to move upwards, showing a woman with a graceful figure and a face as delicate as a sunflower and a tall, tall and handsome man.

Holding Yan in one hand, Xu Jinghe took off the wide braided sun hat on her head with the other, and looked at this strange but moving land with joy.

Yan with a cold face stood quietly beside Xu Jinghe, serving as accessories conscientiously.

The sky in Stockholm is very blue, like a washed cloth, with a little bit of water vapor.Baroque ancient buildings stand quietly and luxuriously on both sides of the street. Most of the things you see are in color, and there are also sapphire blue and deep red that make people's eyes shine.A male student wearing glasses reading a book was sitting by the statue fountain in the central square of the city. The wind suddenly blew, and a piece of draft paper caught on the edge of his book flew out, and slowly fell in the wind in the middle of a group of joint artists. The artist's drawing board Splashed with the colors of the world, the crisp laughter of the young women around is like a lark.

The pigeons in the square flew in groups, like a white barrier, passing by with the sound of the fountain and the faint noise of tourists.

The wind brought by the pigeons lifted Xu Jinghe's magnificent skirt slightly, and at this moment, a huge water curtain suddenly rose from the fountain...

Xu Jinghe said to herself in amazement: "Yan! I like this city."

Yan's eyes quickly skipped over the scene in front of him, and then a figure was suddenly reflected in his golden-brown pupils.

He sat there quietly, showing his profile in front of you.First, there are fingers that are like shaving onions, and the soft arc of the fingertips is like a pebble polished smooth by sea water for thousands of years.Slowly looking to the left and moving up, there is a pattern-pioneering printed sweater and elegant and delicate neck, and then an amazing face and black hair that seems to be dotted with a layer of light in the sun.

he just sat there

sit there quietly

a meteorite fell in your eye

Your heart follows suit.

Xu Jinghe: "Yan, let's draw a portrait too."

Yan responded lightly, without tilting his head: "Yes."

Xu Jinghe was not very satisfied with Yan's attitude. Following his gaze, he could see the young and handsome painter half surrounded by a bunch of girls. When he raised his face and smiled, it always attracted red clouds on the girls' cheeks.

"Yan, let's go there!" Xu Jinghe pulled Yan towards the young painter's booth.

"Hello." Xu Jinghe said, leaning slightly and approaching the painter.She wore retro red lip gloss, and she smiled radiantly, but she was unmoved by the young painter in front of her, and she didn't even blink her eyes.She raised her eyebrows, turned her head to look at the man beside her, and once again questioned her invincible charm in the past.She straightened up and put her hat back on.

"Hello, lady, would you like a portrait?"

"I think so."

"It's my pleasure to take a portrait of you. I can tell from your voice that you must be a very elegant woman."

"It's useless to have a sweet mouth if you don't draw well."

The young painter suddenly smiled, "If you are not satisfied, you don't need to pay."

Xu Jinghe's eyes trembled slightly, but she was dazzled by the sudden smile of the young artist.Under the sunlight, the eyeballs of the young painter showed a magnificent color, but there was no luster or reflection at all.This person's eyes can't see anything.

"Your eyes..." Xu Jinghe covered her mouth in surprise.

The young painter's eyelashes trembled slightly, like the flapping wings of a butterfly.The smile on the corner of his mouth collapsed, and soon recovered.

"Yes, I can't see your face, ma'am."

At this moment, Xu Jinghe was really interested: "Oh, since you can't see me, how can you draw a portrait of me?"

"Voices, ma'am. Or whatever you can convey to me while painting for you, to be my inspiration."

"I like this wonderful way of painting very much. I hope you don't let me down." Xu Jinghe said, a few banknotes were stuffed into the artist's cash box, and a sensor in the box was touched, and a pleasant string sounded.

The young painter couldn't hide his joy: "Thank you for your patronage."

"Sir, why don't you speak? I want to hear your voice." The young painter was rummaging for painting tools in the tool bag beside him, and his hand holding on to the charcoal pen fell on the drawing paper for a long time.

"gentlemen?"

At this time, Xu Jinghe also turned her head with great interest to see how this cold, even cruel man would respond.Her fingers subconsciously grasped Yan's sleeve.

The man was dressed in black, dark and indifferent, but suddenly said: "What do you think I will look like."

The painter tilted his head slightly, blinking his eyes as if he was "seeing" something, and the sunlight seemed to dance on his black hair and eyes, dotted with streamers.Soon, the corners of his eyes pulled down a little, and his curled eyelashes moved slightly, revealing a slightly sad expression.

"It's a pity that I can't see your appearance, sir. With such a nice voice, you must be special... special..." The painter's hand quickly waved on the drawing paper, and everywhere he went was smooth. He murmured, his voice became quieter, until the image of a handsome man with deep eyebrows became more prominent on the drawing paper, he seemed to come back to his senses, and said in admiration, "...it is very beautiful."

Xu Jinghe stared slightly in surprise, her eyes kept jumping back and forth on the drawing paper and Yan's face.

"This is really... miraculous." Xu Jinghe was stunned for a long time, and for a long time just spit out this compliment, and then smiled: "It seems to have painted your soul, Yan."

Yan's expression is elusive. He looked down at the young blind painter condescendingly. The corners of his lips pursed slightly to express disdain, but his focused eyes seemed gentle.

Xu Jinghe urged the painter: "I can't wait to see my portrait now!"

The young painter smiled slightly: "Okay ma'am, but it will take a while." He bent down and groped for another piece of clean drawing paper to be stacked on top of the original paper, his hand holding the charcoal seemed to be thinking.

However, no one expected that the sunny Stockholm would suddenly rain heavily at this time.

For a while, the square was in chaos.

The young artist arched his body to protect the drawing board, and hugged his arms full of painting tools and easels. He accidentally slipped and fell to the side, and the brushes and paper flying out of his arms spread all over the sky.I thought I would have a close contact with the ground, but I already lamented that the clothes would be reimbursed again.After spinning around, he fell into a hot and warm embrace.

"Be careful." It was the gentleman with a nice voice.

"Thank you... thank you..." The young painter widened his eyes and looked up, as if he wanted to see what the man hugging him looked like, but unfortunately there was only darkness.Only the perfume passed from the man's clothes lingers in the nose.It is geranium mint fragrance.

"You're welcome."

Yan helped the young artist pack up the painting tools scattered on the ground, and when the two returned to the roadside shelter from the rain, they were soaked through.

"I'm sorry to bother you, and I didn't even finish the painting in the end." The young painter apologized to Yan embarrassedly, but Yan looked at the pouring rain outside, and said something irrelevant: "This The rain won't stop for a while."

Xu Jinghe rolled her eyes and said with a smile: "It's not your fault. The rain comes as soon as it is said, and no one can predict it. Although there is no way to see the painting, it is good to know a beautiful child like you."

The young painter lowered his head shyly and smiled, the water droplets dripping from the tips of his black hair fell on his pale lips, like cherry blossoms in early spring with dew.

Yan made a phone call from the side, and soon a black car stopped in front of them.

"I'm leaving, handsome boy." Xu Jinghe pulled Yan into the car, and the young painter hurriedly pulled out a piece of drawing paper whose footer was wet by the rain, and asked, "Sir, madam, will you come to Stockholm again? I will definitely finish the painting."

Xu Jinghe: "I will come again."

Yan: "There's no need to wait."

The young painter frowned suspiciously. He shook his head, put away the drawing paper properly, and stood quietly under the eaves on the corner of the street, waiting for the rain to stagnate.

The sound of the engine faded away, and the rain in Stockholm was falling on someone's heart.