Blooming on the ground

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The lighting, camera and personnel are all in place, Xuan Nian stares at the monitor and calls for action.

In the winter, Guan Minghang wore a thin costume and shivered for a long time as a dead body, with bruises on his legs. After the end, he limped and received a boxed lunch that was frozen hard, and sat down on a random step to eat.

He has lived a life like this for more than a year. At the beginning, he jumped on the train to Beicheng without even thinking about it, and fought for opportunities to appear in different crews every day. .

At this time, Fu Bai was a small screenwriter, preparing to change the script with the group every day according to the requirements of the director or the leading actor.He had noticed Guan Minghang for a while, and he would practice a few lines over and over again, just to cover up his obvious southern accent, and he would also spend a whole day in cold water for a few seconds of the camera without shouting tired.

In the film and television city, there are many people like him who fought for a dragon role, but he only noticed Guan Minghang, which is very strange.

Probably the other party came from the south like him, and his accent was very similar to him before, but he had been in Beicheng for almost three years, and he had already changed his accent and successfully integrated himself into this city.

The north wind blew the rain and snow on his face like a knife, and wet his hair and clothes. The coat on Fang Mufeng's body didn't protect him from the wind and cold. .

The props team kept improving, and even the lunch box was restored according to the script. It was as cold as a stone, and it was greasy and salty.Fang Mufeng had eaten a hundred times worse than this when he was playing tricks.

Feeling the footsteps getting closer, a figure blocked the light in front of him, and just as he looked up at Yan Huanchao, Xuan Nian yelled to stop.

"Get a new box," Xuan Nian ordered the props team, and then turned to Fang Mufeng, "You continue to eat, and find out how you feel."

Fang Mufeng responded, and the makeup artist hurried up to fix his hair before the shooting started. After everything was ready, he nodded to Xuan Nian to signal for another shot.

After taking two deep breaths, he tried to relax as much as possible, and continued to perform with a cold box of lunch. After taking a few bites, the filming stopped again.

Xuan Nian sat in front of the monitor and watched the playback once, and said the same thing: "It doesn't feel right, continue."

After that, he repeated this for thirty times, but Xuan Nian was still not satisfied.He didn't say how to eat this boxed lunch, nor did he say why it didn't feel right, but it happened to be a strict and uncompromising style, so the whole crew had to accompany him to reshoot again and again until he got the effect he wanted. .

The assistant director at the side couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat, and ate the terrible box lunch for a long time in the cold wind. The more he played, the more he didn't know what the director wanted. If it were an ordinary actor, he would have collapsed long ago.He has been working with Xuan Nian since his debut film, and he has seen some actors who were forced to lose their temper by Xuan Nian and leave on the spot.

Of course, Xuan Nian has always been an artist who loves whoever he is on the set.If an actor is lost, there are still people who are willing to act in his movie.

Without him, acting in his movie is like suffering, but if you can win an award, who would make trouble with fame and wealth.

The core team led by Xuan Nian was quite surprised when they first heard that Xuan Nian left his own royal actors instead of using Fang Mufeng, who has appeared in idol dramas all the year round.Although the other party won the Newcomer Award not long ago with Peng Wenye's film, but talent, lack of skills, and slow progress, in general, it is a piece of rough jade that needs to be carved, and it is the first time to cooperate, so it is necessary to adapt and slowly adjust. .

The assistant director originally thought that Fang Mufeng would definitely be ruined by Xuan Nian. For a young artist like him, who is a bit famous and has fans who are willing to pamper him, it is difficult to really sit still and calm down.

Unexpectedly, however, Fang Mufeng didn't feel angry at all when he was called to stop. He just moved around, put on makeup, or watched the replay with Xuan Nian, and then continued to reshoot with the director to continue to consume.

Cheng Min felt uncomfortable looking at it, and felt that everyone would not be able to hold on if this continued. He wanted to ask for a timeout, but Yan Huanchao said first: "Let's take a break first."

Xuan Nian nodded in acquiescence, and then said to the intercom: "Take a break for 10 minutes."

The whole crew suddenly broke the string that had been tense for a long time, and many staff members were relieved. The first day of filming dragged on until now, and everyone was a little bit unable to hold on.

Fang Mufeng sat on the recliner, waiting for the makeup artist to come to wipe off the snow on his face and fix his makeup.

The shooting didn't go well. He looked calm on the surface, but in fact there were still fluctuations in his heart.After the first few NGs, he will still ponder how to control the rhythm of the action next time.But as the number of times accumulated, he began to feel a little confused and numb, and even felt that he suddenly became unable to act. His intuition was untrustworthy, and his skills were not working.

Someone handed him a cup of steaming water, which interrupted his thoughts, and it was Yan Huanchao squatting in front of him.

Fang Mufeng wanted to stand up subconsciously, but was pushed back to the seat by his shoulders, so he had to take the cup of hot water from the other party: "Thank you, Teacher Yan, you can sit too."

Yan Huanchao pulled a low stool and sat down, facing him, and looked up at him slightly: "It's warm, it should be suitable for the entrance."

Fang Mufeng didn't refuse the kindness, and took a few sips under his watchful eyes, his whole body warmed up, and his depressed mood seemed to get better.

He and Yan Huanchao looked at each other and apologized.

How much box lunch he ate today, how many times he NGed, and the entire crew, including Yan Huanchao, stayed with him for as long as possible.

Yan Huanchao smiled indifferently, his handsome brows were smudged softly by the smile, he said: "When I first cooperated with Director Peng, he asked me to eat mangoes, and I ate 43 to satisfy him. Although the film is performed by actors, to a large extent it is the art of the director. The actor's so-called good acting skills have their own reasons, but also the credit of the director's directing and editing. Director Peng often repeats for the most authentic reaction of the actors. Shoot the same scene, then pick the best one and cut it in, or delete it directly. In terms of consuming actors, propaganda is even worse than his teacher."

Fang Mufeng had heard this story from Cheng Min in his previous life, and knew that Yan Huanchao was not a Ziwei star who fell from the sky, and that acting was effortless, and there were times when he was tortured and felt lost.

He thought for a moment and asked, "Then how did you manage to perform after eating 43 mangoes?"

"I just don't act," Yan Huanchao threw out these words lightly, and explained, "My mouth was numb at the end of eating, and I didn't even have the energy to think about how to act. I was just eating, or I didn't even realize that I was eating. On the contrary, he thinks this is the best one, because what he wants is the feeling of being bored eating. Just like drinking water, water is drunk every day, so he doesn’t deliberately think about how to drink water, Or pay attention to how other people drink water and eat, which is also the same.”

Fang Mufeng held the warm paper cup with both hands.

Yan Huanchao continued: "Guan Mingtian ate this kind of boxed lunch every day for a whole year. He didn't feel much for a long time, but he had to stuff it in for his life. This kind of feeling didn't come from a show, and didn't need any design. A good performance will never be performed, because no matter what story the characters have, they cannot escape the word 'humanity', just like you, me and everyone in this crew."

Turning around, Fang Mufeng was also looking at him, but his eyes were empty, he was lost in thought, and he smiled slightly: "What do you think?"

After a few seconds, the focus of Fang Mufeng's eyes returned to Yan Huanchao, and his eyes remained unblinking.

He has acted in many film and television dramas in the past, and his facial muscles and limbs have formed a fixed pattern, and his emotional expression is templated.To cry is to frown, to laugh is to laugh, and to act is to be the same as everyone else.The previous cooperation with Peng Wenye undoubtedly completely smashed and reshaped this kind of self, and now the movie starring Xuannian also has this feeling.

He needs to use his brain to think more, but when he really stands in front of the camera, he needs to "forget" these thoughts.This is probably what Yan Huanchao said.

Yan Huanchao didn't wait for an answer, and didn't continue to ask. He stood up and seemed to be leaving.

Then, Fang Mufeng felt a palm pressing down on the top of his head, the palm was very warm, he stayed for a moment, and then pulled it away.

"Don't doubt yourself."

The lingering warmth left in the hair ends quickly dissipated, except for his words.

After a break, filming resumed.

Fang Mufeng reappeared in front of the camera, heaved a sigh of relief, his heart was surprisingly peaceful.

He didn't deliberately think of any lines or plots, as if he was already Guan Minghang himself, so he didn't need to review every word or action.