Iceberg actor gave birth to a mink for me

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The next day, the weather was not good, halfway through the filming process, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and the wind was like a headless fly, blowing randomly from southeast to northwest.

The crew was forced to suspend work, and all the staff waited for half an hour in the howling cold wind. The sky did not show any signs of clearing, but it began to drizzle.

Director Xin called the core staff to discuss it. They all felt that the rain would not stop for a while, so they yelled for everyone to pack up and switch to indoor scenes.

Di Ying didn't go to participate in the discussion, but stared at the falling rain all over the sky and the long grass swaying in the wind in a daze, and a sudden inspiration came to his mind.

He stopped Director Xin before he got into the car, and opened the script for him to read.

"Grandpa Xin, I think this scene can be moved to the present, as long as the atmosphere is adjusted. Ling Ji's costume here is a straw hat for sunny days. Would it be better to change it to a bamboo umbrella for rainy days?"

The assistant director felt inappropriate after hearing half of it, and immediately vetoed it: "Ling Ji filmed the scene of entering the water all day yesterday, and I must arrange a rest today. The scene you chose is not low, and the physical strength of the actors can't keep up, so it may not be able to reach you desired effect."

One sentence overturned most of Di Ying's plan. After reading the book carefully, Director Xin also shook his head: "It's better to follow the previous plan and shoot indoor scenes first."

Di Ying felt that the weather was hard-won, so he still wanted to try again.

"Grandpa Xin, think again."

Director Xin had already stepped into the van with one foot. Hearing this, he turned around and said, "The weather is the most unstable. What if the rain stops in the middle of the filming? If you insist on filming, I can leave the second group to you. But Speaking of which, changing this scene is your own idea, if the filming does not satisfy me, I will not use it for a second, and the hard work of the whole team may be in vain."

He patted Di Ying's chest: "You should weigh it yourself."

The actors passed by him one after another, casting sympathetic looks at him.

The Crown Prince Di called the wind and the rain, but now he was freezing in the wind and rain, thinking about the problems he had never encountered before.

Before Zhen Guomin got into the car, she was called down, "Wait a minute, there is your scene in this, let me think about it."

"..." How much Zhen Guomin wanted to get close to Di Ying before, but now he wants to stay away.

Isn't it nice to watch the fireplace indoors? Why do you have to endure the wind and rain here to shoot a scene that may be cut to not a second?

"I can stay too!" Ke Xipi volunteered and was reprimanded by the assistant director.

"Wait until the lead shoots your scene, what do you keep, get in the car!"

Ke Xipi could only regretfully give Zhen Guomin a "good luck" look.

The large army left in a mighty way, and the rest of them looked eagerly at Di Ying, hoping that he would change his mind.

Xiao Jia rushed over: "Brother, do you really want to take pictures? Or forget it, look at the wind, which changes eight directions in one second, how do you take pictures?"

Di Ying's brain was running fast, and Xiao Jia's words were blocked outside the eardrums.

Seeing that he couldn't hear him, Xiao Jia ran to the other side.

"Brother, you should also consider Teacher Ling. You tossed him around all day yesterday. Didn't you tell him to take a good rest before leaving today?"

Others also started talking in low voices.

"It's not the chief director's opinion. Even if Brother Di Ying wants to shoot, Teacher Ling Ji may not come."

"That's right, there wasn't this scene according to the original plan, so if you don't come, it's not like you're playing a big game."

"But Brother Di Ying is also the half-boss of Teacher Ling Ji. Would he dare not come if the boss says so?"

Everyone's conversation was sent to Di Ying's ears intermittently by the wind.

Di Ying strode towards the filming location, and Xiao Jia followed him step by step.

"Brother, I really can't do any more filming. Yesterday's marketing account has blackmailed you, saying that you used your power for personal gain and avenged your own personal revenge."

Di Ying compared the viewfinder frame with two tiger mouths: "What do you think of this scene?"

"But yesterday, at least it was filmed according to the script, and the public relations side can make a professional entry. If you add the scene yourself today, you will be charged with bullying the teacher."

"Call your teacher Ling."

"Brother, do you really want to shoot?"

Di Ying gritted her teeth: "Shoot!"

He immersed himself in drawing a storyboard in his notebook, and his thick gloves were a little clumsy for holding a pen. He bit his fingertips and tore off the gloves, and the exposed skin was flushed red by the wind in a few seconds.

Xiao Jia sighed beside him, really worried about his brother's precarious reputation.

"Teacher Ling's fans believed in the black manuscript, and last night they scolded you bloody, and re-posted the entry of my brother's son and grandson."

Di Ying didn't even raise her head: "Today, those who are married to Di Ying will lose their children and grandchildren. Sooner or later, I will let them be married to Di Ying to have a third child."

"I'm looking forward to the third child before the second child is born. Brother, you are a bit too ambitious."

"Stop talking nonsense, did you record the video of Xiaoao soaking in the hot spring yesterday?"

"Then why don't you record it?" Xiao Jia took out his phone confidently, "I'll be pointing to this for the rest of my life to decompress!"

"When your Teacher Yi comes, show it to him, so as not to get angry.

"..."

Xiao Jia put away the phone and said to himself, "Then why don't you create a chance to get angry?"

A phone call was made, and Ling Ji's nanny car arrived at the scene within 10 minutes.

Ling Ji got out of the car facing the wind, the corners of his hair and clothes were curled up, the rain froze and turned into tiny icicles, which brought slight pain when it hit his face.

When the others saw it, they murmured in their hearts, is the boss's words so useful? A phone call made the actor come over to accompany him to mess around. Is this Di Shi's corporate culture or workplace bullying?

Di Ying asked, "Is that okay?"

Ling Ji: "Shooting what?"

Di Ying showed him the storyboard.

"I want this effect."

"Let me try."

There is no nonsense between the two people.

The staff saw that God probably couldn't stop Di Ying, so they tried their best to cheer up and start preparing.

The actors were in their positions. The first scene was a surprise attack by the group actors. The bamboo umbrella was more difficult to control in the wind than imagined. difficulty.

Di Ying gradually understood why Director Xin rejected his suggestion. There was a huge gap between imagination and reality. If he wanted to shoot the effect he wanted, he had to try again and again.

Effort alone cannot achieve it, even if everyone has completed their tasks perfectly, it still depends on whether God will give face or not.

Di Ying yelled over and over again, and the first shot of the extras jumping out of the grass alone took more than 20 NGs before they got through.

The next shot of Ling Ji waving his umbrella to shake everyone away was taken more than twenty times.

The rain fell more urgently, Xiao Jia found an umbrella to support Di Ying, the field manager came to complain about the lack of umbrellas, Di Ying casually grabbed the umbrella from Xiao Jia's hand and stuffed it for him.

"Don't worry about me, take care of the machine first."

Xiao Jia: "Brother, then you..."

Di Ying buttoned the down jacket and hat hastily on her head, and said loudly, "Continue!"

The progress is almost advancing in milliseconds. Everyone is racing against time, and all the shots are in slow motion.

The icy rain fell on the umbrella surface, burst and jumped, and then scattered and splashed with the centrifugal force of the umbrella surface's rotation.

Ling Ji retracts the umbrella and turns the sword, and holds the sword into an umbrella. His movements are sometimes soft and sometimes sharp, seamlessly switching between the two states.

The bamboo umbrella spun out at high speed, and the villains fell backward one by one. Before they landed, the umbrella returned to Ling Ji's hand.

All the people who had doubts before shut their mouths and devoted themselves to the shooting process.

Zhen Guomin waited beside him almost freezing, and finally it was his turn to appear.

The make-up artist took the opportunity to go up to help Ling Ji touch up his makeup, his face was completely devoid of color, as if he would faint due to sudden hypothermia at any time.

Zhen Guomin was scared when she saw it: "Teacher Ling Ji, hold on a little longer, after filming my part, it will be over."

He had just finished warming up when two of the headlights used for lighting went out.

"What's going on?" Di Ying raised his voice and asked.

"The generator is broken!" The person in the distance shouted back, the sound was blown to pieces by the wind.

"Bring the car over here! Use the electricity on the car!"

The field worker ran over out of breath: "Director, the car battery is not enough, and the other one won't last long."

Di Ying wiped the ice water off his face: "Is there a way to overcome it?"

"All the generators were taken away by a group, and only one hand-cranked remained."

The hand-cranked generator was carried to the scene, and there were not enough workers on the scene, so the extras who had just been replaced took turns to shake the generator.

When Zhen Guomin entered the stage, Di Ying stopped his first move.

"You are fighting, not dancing, use more strength!"

Zhen Guomin held the weapon and said innocently: "Teacher Ling Ji looks a little weak, I'm worried that he won't be able to handle it if he is too strong."

Ling Ji shook his head, his voice was so soft that he had to work hard to recognize it clearly: "I can catch it, don't take care of me."

The filming resumed, Zhen Guomin used all his strength this time, but Ling Ji didn't dodge, the back of the knife cut his wrist, and the umbrella dropped instantly.

Zhen Guomin was taken aback, and almost tripped himself with the strength of retracting the knife: "I'm sorry! I didn't mean it!"

Ling Ji stopped: "My mistake, it's still the same as before."

Di Ying said loudly, "Are you all right?"

Ling Ji held a sword flower with an umbrella, and used a prepared posture instead of answering.

The two fought in the freezing rain for the last time. Ling Ji, no matter in reality or in the play, was at the end of his battle. He just played the role of a knight with exhausted physical strength, bursting out of his last strength in a desperate situation.

Everyone's heart was tense, the shot of Zhen Guomin falling out was repeated more than a dozen times, his palms and knees were bleeding, even Di Ying asked him if he wanted to use a stand-in, he gritted his teeth and got up and continued to fall.

For six full hours, from noon to dusk, Di Ying's down jacket fell to the ground, and the low temperature couldn't suppress the boiling blood in his veins.

In the last shot, the camera focused on Ling Ji for a close-up close-up, the umbrella slowly lifted up, revealing the peerless face under the umbrella, the slender eyelashes trembling, shaking off the condensed ice crystals.

Di Ying didn't call to stop for a long time, and the seconds on the monitoring screen were updated at a constant speed. No one could get further instructions, and no one dared to act rashly for fear of ruining the hard-won ending.

Except for the wind and rain, the world seemed to stand still.

Xiao Jia bravely pushed his brother, and Di Ying jumped up from the stool as if he had just woken up from a dream: "Come on!"

With a flick of Ling Ji's wrist, the bamboo umbrella fell to the ground and turned half a circle along the edge of the umbrella.

The director galloped into the center of the stage, and hugged the biggest hero of the scene into his arms.

The skin of the person in his arms was cold, but Di Ying's blood was boiling hot from head to toe, and a heart was beating violently in his chest. He was ecstatic like never before.

"I want to make a movie, I want to make you."

The idea of ​​becoming a director slowly grew in his mind, until at this moment, it suddenly sprouted and grew into a towering tree.

Ling Ji was as calm as a thousand-year-old cold pond, his calm expression was as if someone pointed at Tanshui and said that you must exist, and Tanshui replied that I have always been there.

"Ah."

Di Ying tightened her arms again.

I don't know who couldn't help applauding, more and more people followed suit, and the applause became one piece, covering the sound of the wind and rain.

Zhen Guomin stomped her feet in anger, raised her head and blinked quickly, trying to hold back her tears.

"It has nothing to do with me, why am I so excited!"

Di Ying let go of Ling Ji, and turned his target to him.

Zhen Guomin backed away in horror: "Don't come here! Don't come here!"

Di Ying rushed over and hugged him fiercely, and Zhen Guomin sneezed three times in a row the moment he let go.

Di Ying ran into the crowd again, hugging everyone excitedly, from the extras to the staff, Xiao Jia was the last person to receive this honor, and was almost broken by his brother.

The rain stopped, the wind subsided, and everyone went back home talking and laughing.

As soon as Di Ying got into the car, she pulled the cold Ling Ji into her arms and hugged her. This time, Xiao Yi didn't complain about anything, but kept sticking the warm baby on Ling Ji.

"Mr. Ling, I have to confess one thing to you. If you want to beat me up after hearing this, I will never fight back."

Ling Ji's physical strength was exhausted, his spirit was listless, his voice was very weak, and he really didn't seem to have the strength to beat someone up.

"what's up?"

"This scene was edited by me without permission. If you can't pass Director Xin's test, it may be cut out completely. Then you will have to reshoot according to the original script."

Ling Ji raised his head from his arms, realizing that this question was very important, and Di Ying had a bad feeling in his heart.

"If not, will we have to pay for today's shooting?"

Di Ying: "..."

After a brief silence, Xiao Jia in the driver's seat let out a series of hilarious laughter as the roof of the car was overturned.

Di Ying gave him a dissatisfied look.

"Don't worry about that, Director Xin is not so stingy."

"Oh." Ling Ji lay down again.

Di Ying couldn't help it: "Don't you have anything else to ask? For example, why do you want to drag you into the water when I have little hope?"

Ling Ji was as good as he was good: "Is Director Di satisfied?"

"Director Di is afraid that his debut will be the peak, and he will never be able to shoot such satisfactory shots again."

Ling Ji closed his eyes: "I'm tired."

The nanny car arrived at the hotel in less than 10 minutes. Xiao Jia opened the door and asked the two of them to get off, but found that Ling Ji had already fallen asleep in his brother's arms.

"How?" He suggested, "How about you hug Teacher Ling, and I will open the way ahead, and knock him out when I see someone, so that others will not know that you carried Teacher Ling back to the room."

"Get lost," Di Ying whispered to him, "Come here, put my seat down, and let your teacher Ling sleep for a while."

Xiao Jia put the seat down and muttered: "It only takes two minutes to wake up and go upstairs. I don't want to give up such a little time."

"Stop talking nonsense, you move slowly... Take it easy, how clumsy are you... It's okay, that's it."

Xiao Jia reminded him: "When the temperature drops, the car should be cold."

Di Ying glared at him: "You won't turn on the air conditioner."

"The electricity in the car has been used to light the lights just now, so it's hard to say how long it will last."

As he spoke, he saw Xiao Yi running over from a distance, carrying a hand-cranked generator.

Di Ying was disgusted: "Look at other people's assistants."

Xiao Jia jumped out of the car resignedly: "Mr. Yi, leave it alone and let me shake it. I don't have any other hobbies in my life, but I like to shake the generator."

After an unknown period of time, Di Yingmi woke up in a daze, and found himself still in the car. It turned out that he had also fallen asleep unknowingly.

Xiao Jia was swiping his phone in the co-pilot, and seeing him awake, he informed him, "Director Xin came over while brother was asleep."

Di Ying suddenly felt neglected: "Why didn't you call me?"

"Director Xin took one look at you two and left. He said he had seen the original film and told you to go find him after you woke up."

Director Xin was the only one in the tea room, and after entering, Di Ying poured himself a cup of tea without asking, seemingly casually, but in fact it was to cover up.

He was not as nervous as he was when he took his most important exams.

"It's the first time to direct a play independently, how do you feel?"

Dao Xin's tone was as kind as ever, and he couldn't tell whether he was satisfied or not.

Di Ying gripped the cup tightly, suppressing the slight trembling of his fingertips.

"It's okay." He said modestly.

"Ask you a question."

Di Ying pondered for a while and nodded: "Say it."

"You came to me the other day and told me that you wanted to learn to be a director. What was your original intention to be a director?"

Many answers flashed through Di Ying's mind, none of which he thought could completely cover the question.

"This question is too abstract, isn't it? Then let me break it down in detail. With your identity, connections, and financial capabilities, if you want to be a director, you can do it very early, but why never Haven't tried it yet?"

"Because I'm too young?"

"Don't use your age as an excuse. Some cutting-edge directors are so poor that they live in a basement and only have a video camera. At your age, they have already won awards at international film festivals."

"Because I have no experience."

Director Xin shook his head: "A businessman, a racing driver, a sketch actor, anyone can sit in this position. Why can't you, a professional actor who grew up in a film crew?"

"Because..." the protruding Adam's apple rolled, "I always felt that the time had not come."

"Because you don't have the desire to talk. Few successful directors think that I want to be a director before filming. Successful directors often think that I have a particularly good story and I want to tell it to everyone. , or I have a wonderful person, I want the whole world to see, this is the most important original intention of being a director.”

"What about you, have you found your desire to confide?" Xin Youkui asked.

Di Ying played with the cup in his hand, his voice rolled deep in his throat, with some uncertainty.

"I think I've found it."

He put down the glass and said it again.

This time, his fingertips no longer trembled, his voice no longer hesitated, and his eyes became firmer.

"No, I found it, my hero."