provoke [entertainment]

Xi Muyu laughed and said, "Just get used to it."

Zhuang Yisheng: "..."

Xi Muyu hooked his lips again, and asked, "What don't you understand?"

Zhuang Yisheng pursed his lips, not very willing to show weakness in front of Xi Muyu, but he still spoke with difficulty: "I don't understand anything."

"It's okay, you can act whatever you feel like."

Zhuang Yisheng: "???"

"Anyway, it will definitely be NG."

Zhuang Yisheng: "..." Originally, he always thought that it was just an exaggerated rumor that the actors who had filmed Director Hu's play said that there was no script and that a scene was NG dozens of times, but he didn't expect it to be no exaggeration at all!

Even if he is confident in his acting skills, he is a bit at a loss now.

He is not afraid of the director's request, what he is afraid of is that the director does not make the request.

After arriving at the shooting scene, Zhuang Yisheng handed the mobile phone to Xiao Wang, listened carefully to the request to move, rehearsed twice, and took the position under the camera.

"First shot, first scene, action!"

Zhuang Yisheng ran to the door outside the antique house.

According to the character design of Li Yangchun that director Hu said before, Zhuang Yisheng adjusted his state and entered the play, with great anticipation in his heart, and walked quickly towards the door.

Then he lifted the curtain and saw the people in the house, he paused, then walked in unhurriedly, saluted very gracefully, straightened up and asked softly, "Are you the hero of Yannan Flying Goose?"

Yan Nanfei, played by Xi Muyu, is dressed in a plain robe, his powerful body is hidden under the robe, with a few strands of messy hair floating on his sideburns, and his face is dusty, like a refined scholar with a hint of sharpness.

"Card!"

……

"Card!" "Card!"

……

"Ka!" "Ka!" "Ka—"

In a blink of an eye, it NGed several times.

Zhuang Yisheng gradually began to feel embarrassed in his heart, and his condition was getting worse and worse, but the staff in all positions of the crew seemed to be prepared, and it was not surprising.

Director Hu sat in front of the monitor, wearing earphones, and holding a walkie-talkie in his hand, with an unchanging gentle expression on his face.

He didn't say why NG, just shouted to do it again.

In this early winter season, Zhuang Yisheng was wearing a brocade robe that did not keep warm, his face that was originally pale due to the cold was slightly flushed, and beads of sweat were also forming on his forehead.

"Scene 13, No.[-] mirror, Action!"

Zhang Juxin never received the script and announcement sheet, and when he asked the script manager, the answer he got was always "the script is still being revised" and "an announcement sheet is still being arranged", waiting for Director Hu to arrange.

He was a little dissatisfied, but Chen Jieke knew Director Hu's behavior style, so he asked him to wait honestly - anyway, the entertainment industry has been fluctuating most, and he has not accepted any other dramas.

He played two games in the waiting room, and when he heard that Zhuang Yisheng had eaten NG, he quickly gave his phone to his assistant and asked him to help him finish the game, and then went to the scene to watch the joke.

Once again, Zhuang Yisheng lifted the curtain and walked in. He was still breathing. When he raised his head and met Xi Muyu's eyes, he was so tired that he suddenly forgot that this was a studio. He just looked in quietly, and the blush on his face suddenly disappeared Deepened, he was stunned for a moment, and then he saluted.

He asked elegantly but unevenly: "Are you a hero flying wild geese?"

Standing outside the camera with dozens of people, Zhang Juxin's face suddenly became hot-although his acting skills have been criticized by others, but he can also see that he is good.There is no doubt that Zhuang Yisheng's acting skills are very good, and because of this, he has always regarded Zhuang Yisheng as a thorn in his side.This time, he acted even better. The old actor and Xi Muyu were under pressure to play together, so he didn't appear in the play.

Suddenly, I really wanted to catch the assistant and scold him.

Is this still NG?

Are you kidding him?Are you fat?

In the next moment, Director Hu's voice sounded calm and unrecognizable.

"Card--"

It is indeed NG.

"Call work, continue in the afternoon."

Zhuang Yisheng used to be an expert. In his dictionary, the word NG is almost non-existent.

——Even if NG, N is still his opponent.

So, even though he had done his homework before joining the group, heard about Director Hu's shooting style, and Xi Muyu vaccinated him before filming, he couldn't help it after the "stuck" that could not hear his emotions. I kept reviewing the game in my heart, and kept asking myself: What is my problem?What didn't work well?Am I really good at acting?

Director Hu never lost his temper on the set.

He doesn't tell the actor what he wants, he just says what he doesn't want, and shoots it over and over again.

Zhuang Yisheng's back looked a little lonely. In the Ming-style courtyard covered by flowers and trees, he pushed away the hand warmer that Xiao Wang handed over, and walked towards his lounge.

Xi Muyu clearly saw that his hands were turning red from the cold.

Everyone on the set went to get lunch boxes. Xi Muyu put on his overcoat, lit a cigarette, and sat down on the bench next to Director Hu.

Director Hu looked back at the camera and said, "He didn't open it."

Back then, when director Hu and Xi Muyu met in Weiwei, the two were able to achieve each other and even become close friends because director Hu was good at photographing people, while Xi Muyu was good at digging and showing the side of himself that fits with the characters.

The rebellious and unyielding side of his character at that time coincided with Lichun's character.

Therefore, in director Hu's lens, there is the beautiful, sexy and wild Lichun who can directly hit the soul of people.

In director Hu's plays, actors are not just tools, as long as they perform specific plots, make specific expressions or actions to achieve specific effects, but part of them participate in the creation.

This is why Xi Muyu is willing to cooperate with Director Hu even though he knows that the scripts and stories are all freshly written and may change at any time.

The Zhuang Yisheng in the camera is very good-looking, he is indeed a noble son who grew up in Fugui Township.

There is innocence in his eyes, and the eyes are also clean. The eagerness and anticipation are fully revealed in his eyes. Anyone who sees it will have to say that his acting skills are superb.However, in Director Hu's eyes, these are more like a second face that has been pasted on his face.

He is playing someone else, no matter how good he is, he is still acting.

"Do you know why I was looking for Zhuang Yisheng?"

Xi Muyu held a cigarette between his fingers, and put the other hand in his pocket. He knew it well but watched him play tricks, "Isn't it to fool capital?"

Director Hu squinted his eyes, puffed out the smoke with one hand, and pointed at Zhuang Yisheng in the camera with the other: "This is also one of the reasons. The main reason is that he has a self-destructive temperament."

It's just that this is just one of the elements he needs, and he doesn't know if Zhuang Yisheng can give the transformation he wants.

That kind of transformation is like a person's light changing from bright to quiet.

Later, after listening to Xi Muyu's description of Zhuang Yisheng in college, he was certain in his heart that this role was none other than Zhuang Yisheng.If it wasn't for Zhuang Yisheng, it would be another story.

"However," Director Hu had a rare realization of his conscience, "it's unbearable to see him like this."

Like a work of art, beautiful and fragile.I want him to show this fragility perfectly, and even show his fragility and struggle on the verge of breaking, but I am afraid that it will really break him.

——Teacher Li once helped Director Hu, and when Director Hu was at his worst, it was Teacher Li who helped him get to know Xi Muyu.

After all, Zhuang Yisheng was the last proud student of Mr. Li during his lifetime.

A thoughtful look flashed across Xi Muyu's eyes, and he smiled helplessly after a while, and said, "At the beginning, Teacher Li also said so."

Teacher Li's original words are: Zhuang Yisheng not acting is a pity for this industry, and the entertainment industry will be much bleak because of the lack of him.Zhuang Yisheng's acting is a kind of fatal injury to himself. His purity and innocence can make him an artist, and it can also make him self-destruct like many artists.Sometimes I don't know whether I should push him into this circle. Which is best for him?

There was no answer until her death.

There is no doubt that no matter what Mr. Li thinks or thinks, Zhuang Yisheng has his own choice and persistence.

The current Zhuang Yisheng is quite different from what Xi Muyu saw when he was Teacher Li's teaching assistant in the past. The only thing that remains the same is his self-destructive temperament.

Director Hu said: "He is your fan, he likes you very much, you go talk to him?"

Xi Muyu raised his eyes, "Why don't you do this immoral thing?"

Director Hu smiled honestly, and said, "I thought you liked him quite a bit. I've never seen you treat someone like this before. You're going to be crazy."

Xi Muyu leaned on the back of the chair lazily and smoked a cigarette, kicked him on the leg of the chair, and scolded with a smile: "Fuck you!"

During college, Xi Muyu really had a crush on Zhuang Yisheng.

Zhuang Yisheng looks very good, handsome and handsome, with a well-defined face, a very clear and sharp kind of handsome.It's just that this kind of goodwill has not had time to give birth to something, and it ended without a problem with the passage of time due to lack of interaction.

Later, in the entertainment industry, he met all kinds of people, but he never felt that way. He preferred to be alone rather than find someone to play with. Even the gatherings in the circle, he only occasionally held a few friends.

When Xi Muyu passed by Zhuang Yisheng's lounge, he was smoking a cigarette by the moon window, his eyelids were a little red.

The cold of early winter was brought by the cold wind, the sparrows were chirping, all the noisy sounds outside, the figures of people and the shadows of trees seemed to be blurred by Zhuang Yisheng.

His eyes dimmed, and when he raised his eyes, he met the gaze of his superior Xi Muyu. The inside was clean, without any ridicule or disdain, and the cigarette between his fingers had burned to the end of the cigarette.

He extinguished the cigarette in the ashtray next to Zhuang Yisheng, and took out another one. He bit the yellow butt between his moderately thick lips, "Can I borrow a fire?"

There was a faint smell of smoke in the air, and it was hard to tell whose it belonged to.In addition to the smell of smoke, there is also a little aroma of wintersweet.The scenes of the art group and props group are behind him, as if they are all foils.

He was so close yet seemed so far away.

This made him involuntarily recall ten years ago in his mind.Those few lines of dialogue resounded in his mind——

"Everyone says he is the second Xi Muyu, what do you think?"

Xi Muyu sneered, "Fart! I am unique."

Hearing this sentence, he was shocked, unbelievable, overwhelmed and so on, and then he left in a hurry.They didn't listen to what they said later.

He pursed his lips, lowered his eyelashes, reached into the trouser pocket under the costume to feel for the lighter, and just as he found it, Xi Muyu leaned over and said, "Don't bother."

Warm breath enveloped him, with the faint fragrance of cold plum on his body.

He tilted his head, the cigarette between his lips touched the red wick, and the tip of his nose almost touched, but he didn't, and he could only feel his breath.He took two breaths, the white cigarette tail was ignited, and he straightened up freely, as if it was a very normal action just now.

But Zhuang Yisheng heard his heart beating unreasonably in his chest.

"Boom boom, boom boom—"

The sparrow was standing on the top of the tree, its eyes the size of mung beans were looking at it, and it was calling "chirp, chirp, chirp".

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The author has something to say:

Xiao Zhuang: I used to like you so much and you actually look down on me!Depend on!The powder turned black!

Big Fish: I once liked you, but you avoided me! ! !Forget it, since you are my die-hard fan, I won't bother with you.