I became popular after being dressed as a dead cannon fodder

Gu Xin is not very old, and he can be described as young and energetic in the director's profession.

He was also dressed like a young guy, with a sweatshirt, white sneakers, and a peaked cap, but he also had a good face, and he was an unusual passerby who was set off by the screenwriter who followed him.

Seeing people go into the next room to put on makeup, the screenwriter finally couldn't help asking: "How is it? I think the acting is pretty good, and she looks really good-looking."

Gu Xin frowned, and said vaguely, "Try a few more paragraphs."

The screenwriters understand.

Mostly satisfied, it's just that the director didn't know what to do because of the tragic situation of the last person he played.

Gu Xin was undoubtedly a little depressed.

The actor I was looking for to play the Bamboo Demon was recommended by one of the leading actors. He is a freshman in the theater, and his image fits him well. Although his acting skills are a bit green, he gave the leading actor face and agreed.

I thought in my heart that I would try it with the group first, and after a lot of teaching, it would be enough.

Who knows that after teaching for a month, I still don't know anything.

Seeing that the main event was about to come down, the actors couldn't meet the standards he wanted, so he couldn't think of a temporary replacement.

Now this first look is naturally satisfactory.

But he is a picky person. Although the actor is good-looking and his acting is aura, it doesn't necessarily mean that ancient costumes are good enough, so he still has to try.

When he came here this time, he specially brought a makeup artist and a few sets of clothes for the role.If I don't find a suitable candidate, I don't want to go back and continue shooting.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Yu Chi waited patiently. The make-up artist put some light powder on him, put on a wig, and parted his long hair. His face became sharper and thinner, pale as if he had lost all color, and looked a bit skinny.

The sample clothes are blue, stacked on top of each other, setting off his thin waist, but his back is straight, just standing there, there is a rare ancient charm.

When Gu Xin saw it, his eyes lit up.

His eyebrows and eyes are curved, with a childlike innocence, his delicate features are softly decorated, and he has no offensive power, except for the bamboo patterns at the end of his eyes that are eerie.

He is the bamboo demon, ignorant and ignorant, floating in the world.

Even though he was imprisoned in the bamboo sword for 100 years and became an extremely sharp sword spirit, he was still kind and simple, and didn't know the world.

"Try the last paragraph." Gu Xin said aloud.

Yu Chi... No, it was the Bamboo Demon who paused and retreated a few steps, with an incomprehensible doubt appearing on his face, he gritted his teeth and asked bitterly, "Brother, you won't leave me alone, Go to hell."

These words still sound like a child's coquettish behavior when he asks for candy.

Even when facing life and death for the first time, he didn't understand and was confused. In his eyes, life and death seemed normal, just a playful game.

The scholar smiled wryly, how can monsters know people's hearts.

He sat on the ground weakly, with his head bowed, a hole was stabbed in his chest, his flesh was bloody, and his hands were full of blood, as if he was really about to die.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?" The bamboo demon knelt down, looked at him, stretched out his hand to touch the blood on his chest, and licked his fingertips with his tongue.

His face was porcelain white, and when the light hit the skin, a kind of jade-like luster appeared, but the low eyelashes were slightly drooping, showing a rare fragility and sadness.

"It's so salty."

The bamboo demon murmured.

The person in front of him, his breathing became slower and slower, his heart beat slower and slower, he couldn't speak, he couldn't play with him, he couldn't accompany him to kill demons.

He is going to die.

The Bamboo Demon Empress realized that she stopped there in a daze, a tear fell from her eyes.

Gu Xin only felt that those eyes were too bright and sharp, easily revealing the silent silence, indifference, and reluctance, with distinct levels and just right.

"How long have you been studying acting?" Gu Xin asked suddenly.

Yu Chi was slightly startled, got up and replied slowly: "I'm not a major, but I often think about how to become another person."

He entered the industry by accident, but he also thought very hard to play the role well, and it was his professional habit.

For many years to come, he had a new career.

In front of the camera, he has watched too many people's performances. He has intentions but is extremely stiff, some plays casually but is vivid, some are young, and some are sophisticated... He met many people and watched them shape each and every one of them. characters and stories.

He was even more timid.

Afraid to appear in front of the camera, afraid to express the true self.

Fear of failure, fear of insufficiency, but until now he understands that this world is not perfect, some just move forward again and again, never give up.

Gu Xin took off his glasses and lowered his voice: "I still have to practice my lines."

His expression was very calm, and there was no sign of happiness or anger, but Yu Chi could feel that his gaze on her became more solid.

"Come here, sit here." Gu Xin beckoned and asked Yu Chi to sit opposite him.

"Look at the complete script first, and I'll give you three days to think about it." Gu Xin took back a printed script from the screenwriter and handed it to him.

Yu Chi took it and responded politely: "Thank you."

"Remember to book a plane ticket when you go back, I have to see you on set on Friday." Gu Xin said bluntly, he is a director who makes quick decisions.

Yu Chi was stunned for a few seconds.

This is too fast, don't you want to audition for the second time to give the full script?No need to hold script seminars, no need to discuss characters, just go directly to the set?

The screenwriter coughed softly.

Gu Xin seemed to have realized it, and said again: "Look at it first, while there is still time, let's talk about the script and characters."

Yu Chi couldn't help laughing.

"Okay, I'll go change my clothes first."

Waiting for someone to go next door to remove makeup and change clothes, Gu Xin took off his peaked cap, revealing a head of yellowish curly hair.

His face was a little flustered, and his voice was lowered a little, "Uncle, do you think my progress is a bit too fast?"

The screenwriter clicked his tongue: "Can you be more reserved, don't you usually pretend to be decent on the set? Look at you, you just scared people."

Gu Xin frowned and sighed.

"I'm afraid that people will run away. Am I easy? I finally met a good actor who can be used. If I don't settle down quickly, I will panic."

"It's all money, and one extra day of filming is a huge sum of money."

That's right.

Gu Xin is a budget-conscious obsessive-compulsive disorder. He has detailed regulations on the number, number of scenes, and progress of filming every day, and he controls his films every day.

He was short of money, really short of money.

This is his second film, and it is also the film that received the most investment. After hiring two first-line male and female leading actors, the remaining funds were used for the film's set, studio construction, and post-production work. special effects production.

God knows how much shadow the actor who played the Bamboo Demon cast on him after disrupting the filming plan.

After Yu Chi changed his clothes, he read the script for the first time while it was still early, and chatted with the screenwriter and director present for a long time.

When I came back to my senses, it was already noon.

Before leaving, the screenwriter praised: "I think your acting is very good, I like it very much."

Yu Chi: "The script is very good."

"I understand what you mean. It means that the script is very neat." The screenwriter was amused, and he was not surprised. "I wrote it for more than half a year. It is a light comedy monster commercial film."

"It's very marketable."

"You're right. If our director hadn't said that he was going to make a film on Xian Xia Zhi Wei, I would have been tortured so much that I finally wrote this script. It's not commercial, and I can't attract investment."

"A lot of people will like it."

"I would like to borrow your words." The screenwriter smiled.

Judging rationally, Yu Chi really thinks this script is very good.

Not only does it have a reasonable succession and transition of commercial films, but the overall story is also round and clear. Some monster settings are quite joyful and there is no shortage of jokes.

What is rare is that it is very natural and funny.

Yu Chi looked forward to the official shooting on the set and the final film.

He watched Gu Xin's first martial arts film, the scenes were full of poetry, the sword in the rain came lightly, murderous, but it showed a kind of romance.

He shot murders and fights beautifully.

The protagonist in the play is a bodyguard who walks in the rivers and lakes. He is involved in the turmoil of the ruling and opposition parties, is framed, and is thrown into prison.

He was naturally not fair, his chest was full of anger, and he seemed to have a bad breath in his heart. He drew his sword for the injustice of the world, killed people, and fought, but when he finally looked back, he felt at a loss.

The sword is for the common people.

Is that really all that is?

Gu Xin's new movie also tells a story about swords.It's just that this story is more mysterious and fairy-like.

In the troubled times of demons and monsters, the scholar who inherited the family legacy went to Beijing to rush for the exam with a bamboo sword. He experienced all kinds of monsters on the way, and finally defeated the big boss in the capital, and restored the world to a bright future.

Very simple, straightforward plot.

But the character setting is quite interesting, the scholar who doesn’t want to fulfill the family’s will, just wants to eat and wait to die; Original heart, a big monster who chooses between revenge and true love... everything starts with a sword.

Scholars have practiced swords for generations with only one purpose, which is to steal swords.

Stealing a sword that is well known in the world, admired by all, feared and feared, extremely sharp, and famous for slaying demons and demons - Longming.

"Really took the role."

"Ah."

"I thought it was a little too fast."

Zhang Shuya still couldn't believe it, and it was confirmed in only one morning.She originally thought that this would not work, so she could try something else.

Auditions are something like that, sometimes it's just a matter of luck.

It really doesn't mean that if you look good and act well, you can do it.In many cases, it depends on the eyes of the investors and directors behind.

Zhang Shuya is an old fritter, she never thought that she could succeed with just one try.In fact, she had already found a few good scripts through her contacts, and she wanted to show Yu Chi a look.

"I was surprised too."

Yu Chi's voice was a little hoarse, which was the aftereffect of talking too much in the morning.

"Just pass it. Have you eaten yet? Don't bother studying the script. Eat and drink enough and have a good rest. If you have time tomorrow, come to the company and sign a specific contract."

"The director's contract, I'll contact you here."

"it is good."

Yu Chi was straightforward.

He wants an agent because he hopes that someone can handle the work promotion, arrangement, and detailed planning for him. He can't do everything by himself.

"By the way, I have already made your studio account public about your joining Dongsen Culture, and the fans' reactions are basically positive."

"No black fans mocking?" Yu Chi questioned.

Zhang Shuya coughed, and said helplessly, "They're all black fans. You must be the one to blame for everything. Let's vent your emotions. Why don't we just ignore them, and delete the excessive comments if they should be deleted."

"Your physique is also poisonous. I don't know why you have attracted so many black fans who stare at you. This is the first time I have met such an artist. It is quite challenging."

Yu Chi: "..."

Today you say it is challenging, but next time you may say: I have been unlucky for eight lifetimes, why did I get entangled in a group of neuropathy.

"Also, I also know the people behind the fact that you were bribed to pass the draft some time ago, and the navy secretly speculated on CP wheat bran. Don't worry, there will be no next time."

Yu Chi: "?" Who messed with him? Let's see if he doesn't come back with revenge and beat that prodigal bastard to death.

The author has something to say: write six thousand a day, can this hole be filled in a month?Bald.