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Sigh, filming is much more difficult than speculating!

Teacher Xu sighed and stepped aside to sit alone.

Hu Po and Yuan Yang came up over there, Wang Fulin shouted, Yuan Duck fell to the ground, several jailers wrapped them in torn quilts and carried them out, Hu Po grabbed the cell door and cried:

Sister Yuanyang!

Sister Yuanyang!

It was over after one performance, and Amber couldn't stop with tears on her face.

This scene is very simple. Yuanyang committed suicide in prison, unwilling to be humiliated, and Hu Po cried. According to the artistic analysis, there must be several levels here. She is crying for mandarin ducks, crying for herself, and even crying for the collapse of Jia's mansion.

Amber didn't perform so many layers. The little girl just cried, but she cried really well.

It is solid, not frivolous, and there is something in it at first sight.

Tsk!

Xu Fei was quite touched when he saw it, as if he knew what he was missing.

When an actor shoots a scene, he must have a support point, which is simply a sense of rhythm. First, the internal rhythm, that is, psychological changes, and then reflected in the external rhythm, that is, lines and body.

Like the keyboard performance artists of later generations, they often say, oops, this scene is broken! The so-called collapse actually means that the rhythm has collapsed and the support point is gone.

...

Xu Fei was thinking about it when he suddenly saw the two girls approaching lightly.

Don't be nervous, it took me a long time to cry before I was filming for the first time. Chen Xiaoxu comforted him in a rare way.

Me too, it took me a long time to pass. Zhang Li also said.

ah?

Teacher Xu was stunned for a moment, then waved his hand: I'm fine, let me think about it myself.

He wiped himself away.

Zhang Li still wanted to follow, but was pulled away by Chen Xiaoxu, Don't follow, he can handle it.

This is a cadre resting place in Xiangshan, halfway up the mountain, the environment is quiet. It was still very cold at the end of March, and a few trees had sprouted, but most of them were still bare.

Xu Fei left the studio and wandered around, thinking more and more right, what he lacked was a support. The source of this support is a thorough understanding of the script and characters, as well as its own performance level.

Understanding, in fact, is very subjective, and different understandings will manifest different things.

For example, in Water Margin, Li Xuejian and Zhang Hanyu played the anti-poetry on Xunyang Tower, which is completely two Song Jiangs. The new version is called a tragic and generous, unrecognized talent; the old version is wretched, black-bellied, rampant after drinking.

This is the gap in the understanding of the characters. It is hard to say right or wrong, but the effect is obvious to all.

Xu Fei liked the old version very much, including those lines of poems, which were all in one long shot. Li Xuejian wrote them on the wall by himself.

Similarly, his understanding of Jia Yun's role is different from Wang Fulin's.

Jia's mansion was raided, and ordinary people avoided it for fear of not being able to make it. Only Jia Yun dared to visit the prison. Especially later, Jia Yun traveled thousands of miles single-handedly in order to find King Jing to rescue Baoyu, and even encountered wolves-of course, none of these were filmed.

What does this show?

courage!

decisive!

I can't help but say it, a thousand gold promises!

Xu Fei was sitting on a rock, holding his own script, the number of words marked was about the same as the content. He looked at it, his head seemed to be poked with a finger, and it became transparent all at once.

Jia Yun has no feelings for Jia's mansion at all, so she doesn't want to spend time with Baoyu and miss the past. He came to visit Baoyu and see if there is a chance to save someone!

…………

Where's Xu Fei? Where's Xu Fei?

In the studio, Wang Fulin kept looking for someone, and someone said: It seems to be going up the mountain, maybe I'm not ready yet.

Oh, then Sister Feng, come over and take another picture of you.

Deng Jie hurried over, ready to start shooting.

Ren Dahui watched from the side, worried in his heart, if it takes ten days and a half months, it will affect the overall progress, after all, the outdoor scene is all about the flowering period.

He stroked the top of his head with few hairs left, and regretted changing the script, but after touching it twice, he suddenly felt his arm touched someone, and turned his head to look, Old Dai, why didn't you say hello when you're here?

I decided to come and take a look at it temporarily. I heard that your script has been changed again. This person is Dai Linfeng.

Jia Yun's play has changed a bit.

How is the effect?

It's stuck, that kid has a bad start and is making trouble.

Young people should give more opportunities, but if it really doesn't work, then shoot as usual.

Yes, I know.

While the shed was busy, Xu Fei had already returned, and quietly found Hou Changrong, Brother Hou, give me a knife.

What are you going to do? The other party was startled.

I say the jailer's saber.

Oh, I thought you couldn't think about it!

Hou Changrong dug out a knife from the props box, and the guy wobbled away again, continuing to go up the mountain.

The support point has been found, and the rest is how to build it. I can't be an experience school, so I have to use props and skills.

Xu Fei walked a long way and found a secluded place, and he felt that he was very calm, I'm not visiting a nunnery out of righteousness, it's time for a sage, I have to bring up my emotions first.

He touched the black scabbard and twitched it. The knife was real, unsharp, and it was borrowed from the martial arts team of the sports school. A thin piece of iron, weighing a little more than a catty, makes a rattling noise when swung up.

Holding the knife tightly, he yelled at Kongshan.

I can't let go...

Xu Fei paused, then shouted again, the volume increased, and the third voice increased again, and then went wild everywhere.

When a person is yelling or exercising vigorously, the body will secrete certain substances, and the emotions will also become intense. The performance workshops of later generations will basically use this method to mobilize emotions, with Mr. Liu in The Birth of an Actor as a typical example.

As for now, well, it is basically equivalent to mental illness.

………………

The production team came in the morning and had been busy for most of the day, the sun had gradually shifted. In the studio, all that could be shot has been shot, and Xu Fei is still missing.

Look for it! Wang Fulin couldn't bear it anymore.

Several people acted in response, Hou Changrong was about to go up the mountain, but saw a person coming down from afar.

Wearing a soap coat, a red collar and a long red placket, and a hat with a red brim and a high tip, it looks like the captivating high hat worn by Black and White Impermanence.

The left hand swings naturally, powerfully and rhythmically, the right hand is slightly back, the wrist is slightly turned, and the saber at the waist is supported.

Hou Changrong looked at this person, inexplicably felt that he was very harmonious. He was bare with a little green empty mountain. An ancient person walked down, and his face could not be seen clearly, but it should be serious and serious.

Brother Hou!

Xu Fei approached.

The director is looking for you.

Well, I'll be right back.

He passed by, Hou Changrong took another look, the hand holding the knife handle was tight, and the waist was straight.

When he returned to the studio, Wang Fulin felt a little strange when he saw it, but he couldn't describe it, How is it, can we still shoot?

Find some feeling and try again.

Okay, just try a few more.

Ready, ready!

The scene became busy again. Sister Feng, Yuanyang and others had finished filming, and gathered around to watch. Dai Linfeng and Ren Dahui were standing in the corner, while Chai and Dai were whispering.

Ouyang was also worried, and said in relief: Don't worry, come tomorrow if you can't do it today.

Um.

Xu Fei smiled and took their positions.

Prepare!

start!

The setting scene is a rainy night, the light is dim, and the cell is even more gloomy and desolate. Ouyang sat on the straw mat in a daze, his clothes were torn and his eyes were sad.

Xu Fei was supposed to put the food right away, but he didn't. He was holding the food box in his left hand, and still holding the knife handle in his right.

He walked to the table, opened the food box, and took out a few dishes.

You are... Ouyang was full of suspicion.

Uncle Bao, it's me.

He took off his hat and looked up.

Yun'er?

Uncle Bao!

thump! Xu Fei knelt down straight on the ground, his tone raised slightly, and his eyes showed a bit of intensity.

Yun'er, why are you here?

Ouyang hurriedly supported him, but just as the other party's knee straightened, a big hand stretched out and put it on his shoulder instead, slowly allowing him to sit down.

Uncle Bao, please sit down.

It was Baoyu who helped Jia Yun, but in a blink of an eye it became Jia Yun who helped Baoyu. Ouyang was completely confused when he retreated and entered.

I saw Teacher Xu also sitting opposite, poured two glasses of wine, and said: After Uncle Bao moved out of the garden, I raised some money to start a small business. A while ago, I heard that Jia's house was in great trouble, so I asked around. I entrusted Er Ge Ni to help me, so I pretended to be a prison guard and came in to visit.

He passed the wine over, raised a glass himself, and gently sent it forward, sighing: When I was at home, I always wanted to honor my uncle, but I never had the chance, but today I have a fate, I don't want to be in this kind of place.

...

Ouyang remained silent. In fact, the rhythm was completely out of order, but the director didn't shout, so he had to continue acting, with a really dazed and silly expression on his face.

After a while, he was choked with sobs, and reluctantly said: Since it is difficult to come home, relatives and friends are old, I am afraid that I will not be able to hide. How many people did the old man and the master support that day, the peach and plum gate wall, the spring breeze of the crimson tent, but now... Sigh It’s not bad if you don’t repay your kindness and make trouble like Jia Yucun.”

...

Without saying a word, Xu Fei poured wine, served vegetables, picked up various dishes, and kept piling them on the plate in front of him.

Ouyang lamented for a while, then suddenly said: Do you still remember? The white crabapple you sent back that time.

of course I remember.

At that time, the sisters in the garden were all there, the first poetry club, the Begonia poetry club, and the white begonia...

Uncle Bao!

Here Ouyang wanted to read Daiyu's Begonia poem, but before he could finish it, he was interrupted by the other party.

How did you change it? Wu Xiaodong whispered.

Look again. Wang Fulin stared at the field without blinking.

Dai Linfeng adjusted his glasses. He also read the script and was a little curious about how this kid would deal with it.

Seeing that Xu Fei had just uttered two words, he seemed to hear something, stood up abruptly, and walked a few steps to the side. Ouyang was stunned for a few seconds, and his reaction was considered quick. This was skipping the poem reading and directly acting to the mandarin duck next door being carried away.

He also got up quickly, grabbed the small window rail with both hands, and cried: Yuanyang!

...

Xu Fei frowned slightly, turned around, stopped again, and looked at the cell.

The shadows of the lights are dim, and the dilapidated and yellowed walls on all sides are painted with evil ghosts and ghosts, which look particularly ferocious in the flickering light.

Uncle Bao!

He strode over and grabbed the dumb man, This is not a place for you! I've already made up my mind, I'll find some friends to rescue you!

You, if you really want to save me, there is only one way.

Ouyang is already following the rhythm, and thanks to his hard work, he can still memorize his lines, The Prince of Beijing is a chivalrous man, he upholds righteousness, he cares for the weak and helps the orphans, ordinary talented people come to the capital, and they can survive and die. Our family and The Beijing Mansion has been close to each other for generations, and there is no reason to save it! It's just that the prince was ordered to watch him last year, and he doesn't know when he will come back...

As long as there is a way, I will leave at dawn to find the prince!

Xu Fei had been building up his emotions for a long time, and had been tense all the time, until he finally released it at this moment.

I saw him holding the saber tightly, his five fingers were slender and strong, and his veins were protruding. This was a means of borrowing, and it was also Jia Yun's courage, Uncle is kind to me. Crying about Qin Ting's story!

The waist was straight, and it seemed to be pulled up a little bit. With the dim light, the evil spirits on the wall were shaking, one by one, with blue-faced fangs, claws and claws, but it seemed to be crushed by a figure. , ferocious refutation, bowed his head to the ground.

A gentleman dies with a confidant, raises his sword and leaves Yanjing!

The tone is low, the words are strong, and the self-satisfied masculinity.

Uncle, don't worry! Don't worry about him, I will find the prince and rescue you!

ah!

Chen Xiaoxu couldn't help but whispered, quickly covered his mouth, and looked at Zhang Li, the two had a good understanding, In the past, why didn't you see him like this in the past?

Dai Linfeng was even more pleasantly surprised, this treatment is so fresh! It seemed that it wasn't Jia Yun, but after thinking about it, it was Jia Yun again.

...

Ouyang grabbed his clothes under the table with his hands. He didn't know how to act at all, so he simply followed this in a daze, But, but you are gone, what should your mother do?

Upon hearing this, Xu Fei slowly released the handle of the knife and sat down again, She has passed away.

Huh? When?

Uncle moved out of the garden not long ago.

I'm sorry for you, I...

No, my uncle was ill at that time, so I don't need to bother.

Then how did you send it by yourself?

Thanks to Xiaohong, she gave me all of her body.

Xiaohong? She is now...

she……

Xu Fei shook his head, his generosity turned into love for his children, he drank a glass of wine, and let out a long breath.

(Chapter eight and forty-four have been released.)