It began to rain at dawn and continued, pattering into the evening. The mountain city is misty with water, and the sky is as dark as a pan of ink.
Coincidentally, today was filming a rain scene, and the crew was stationed at the gate of Ye Xiaowu's school.
Ye Xiaowu didn't bring an umbrella, Ye Shan came to pick him up, and saw that he and Qi Xiao were a little intimate. The two brothers lived in the same room, and it was not difficult to detect that Ye Shan vaguely guessed that he was secretly in love.
Ye Xiaowu admitted generously, and even complained to Ye Shan, Qi Xiao hoped that he would go to university and go to Beijing to study together after graduation. He said jokingly: "I can't pass the exam, unless you help me again, brother."
Ye Shan didn't respond, and clutched the handle of the umbrella in a daze.
The rival scene needed a stand-in, and the camera was switched to shoot twice, capturing the main shots of Ye Shan and Ye Xiaowu respectively, and then edited them later. A small piece of plastic is inserted in the cracks of the bricks on the ground, the purpose is to calibrate the movement, otherwise the slightest deviation will cause the side to be worn.
The lens rises, zooms out, and captures the diagonally woven rainlines.
The executive director shouted: "Stop! Pass!"
Lu Wen immediately squatted down on one knee, holding the umbrella in his elbow, and pulled out the plastic pieces stuck on the ground one by one. Before shooting, Qu Yanting squatted here and inserted it himself according to the designed lens movement.
During the play today, Lu Wen came over where to step, how to find the light for the lighting, and which camera position to look at, all of which were taught by Qu Yanting mirror by mirror.
Lu Wen pulled out all of them and held them in the palm of his hand. When he got up, Qu Yanting just happened to walk over. He wiped the dirt off and held out his hand.
"Thank you." Qu Yanting caught it, "Let's go."
The filming of this scene is over, and it will be all night tonight, still on location, ready to go to the next shooting location.
There are many people in each group, and the sidewalk becomes narrow. Lu Wen and Qu Yanting walked forward side by side, the edges of each other's umbrellas bumped into each other from time to time, and the tip of the umbrella bone scraped across the surface of the umbrella, rustling.
The crew's vehicles were parked far away in a small temporarily rented parking lot.
The equipment of the photography crew was heavy and expensive, and they were stuck in the front. When they got to the place where the crew parked, Duan Meng shouted: "Everyone who does the work, help me to move the machine!"
Sun Xiaojian and Li Dapeng went to help, and Lu Wen carried the bag by himself. His RV was parked at the far end, and he scanned around, but among the cars with stickers, he didn't see the Porsche.
The parking lot has limited seats, and the Porsche is no more durable than other cars, so Qu Yanting asked the driver to drive back.
Lu Wen said: "Teacher Qu, my RV is the most spacious, take mine."
Qu Yanting said: "Okay, thank you."
"Don't thank me all the time." Lu Wen said, "You don't need to do this among acquaintances."
Qu Yanting was speechless: "...who is your acquaintance."
After a while, it rained heavily, and the umbrella surface was crackling. At the end, the two put their umbrellas together and got into the car.
The temperature dropped sharply after a rain, and some thick spare clothes were replaced in the car. Lu Wen went straight to the bed, took off the costumes of the crew, and arranged the private clothes on the bed to choose.
Qu Yanting sat down at the booth and put the script on the table. The corner of the paper got wet, so he took out the paper towel and pressed it to absorb the water.
Lu Wen put on a pair of sweatpants and asked, "Is this dark gray or light gray handsome?"
No one else was present, so Qu Yanting probably asked himself, and replied, "You are all handsome."
Lu Wen said, "It's as if I didn't say anything."
Qu Yanting said, "Dark grey."
Lu Wen said, "Would you at least take a look at me?"
Qu Yanting was finally willing to raise her eyes, watching Lu Wen pick and choose. He didn't understand female stars before, but now he doesn't understand male stars either. There is only a few hours of rest before the next scene, so is it necessary
Lu Wen picked up a smoky purple sweater, fluffy mohair, and the low-saturation gray tone is very gentle. He threw it aside: "When I saw this sweater, I was upset, and Sun Xiaojian still put it in the car."
Qu Yanting wondered, "Why?"
Lu Wen complained: "With this color, the white skin looks white, the wheat skin looks black, and the black skin becomes black chicken."
Qu Yanting didn't have anything to ask anymore, and felt that wiping with water was more suitable for him.
Not long after, Sun Xiaojian and Li Dapeng came back.
When there were too many people, Qu Yanting immediately fell silent. If it is business or work, he will try his best to overcome all discomfort and maintain a superficial ease. In such a private situation, he does not even raise his head and avoids any communication.
Li Dapeng made coffee, Sun Xiaojian saw that Lu Wen was shirtless, and hurried to the bedside: "Ancestor, it's time to catch a cold!"
Lu Wen picked out a sweater and put it on, swept away the other clothes, made a space on the bed, and lifted the blanket.
Sun Xiaojian asked softly, "What are you going to do?"
Lu Wen replied: "Call me when we arrive, I will lie down for a while."
"You're lying down." Sun Xiaojian pulled him up, "Tonight is the main scene, go and sit down, and read the script under the eyes of Qu Bian, so that Qu Bian can feel your hard work."
Lu Wen dawdled over to the small booth by the window, he and Qu Yanting were across the table.
The carriage is divided into two areas. After making coffee, Sun Xiaojian and Li Dapeng flashed to the small living room in front and pulled up the screen fan.
We set off, the atmosphere was quiet, only the sound of wind and rain on the way.
Qu Yanting was covering the hot coffee with both hands, and the cuffs were wet and stuck to his wrists coolly. He picked it up and took a sip, his eyes rubbing the rim of the glass and passing over.
Look at Lu Wen's pretentiousness.
Lu Wenduan sat in front of the table and put things first, post-it notes, markers, correction fluid, and the cool black canvas pencil case that male college students love most.
Finally, he took out the script and put it on the table solemnly. Just after putting it away, his heart skipped a beat.
Lu Wen covered the cover calmly, but unfortunately Qu Yanting had already caught a glimpse.
Lu Wen hesitantly moved his hand away, revealing the graffiti on the cover, which was the little swallow he drew behind Qu Yanting's name on the day of the script reading.
He didn't have time to show his "hard work" for a second, and was arrested. He saved face for himself and said, "I respect you."
Then why not draw a tree behind Ren Shu, is it disrespectful to the director? Qu Yanting didn't believe a word of this naive ghost.
Thinking who would come, his cell phone rang suddenly, and the caller ID was "Ren Shu".
The moment the bell rang, Lu Wen caught it with his naked eyes, and Qu Yanting hid back in surprise. Although the magnitude was small, he was sure he was right.
Curious about who could make Qu Yanting react like this, he glanced at the screen: "Uh, Director Ren is calling."
Qu Yanting held the coffee and didn't move.
The body vibrates against the desktop, and the bell repeats once, twice, three times...
The ringtone continued to loop, accompanied by the wind and rain outside, and Qu Yanting was waiting for the last sound before hanging up the phone. Before waiting, Lu Wen couldn't hold back anymore: "You are so young, why do you suddenly lose your hearing?"
Qu Yanting gouged out Lu Wen's eyes.
But Ruifeng's eyes gouge out people, like the spears of Daomadan, and the thorns of roses. Before I can taste the pain, I am emboldened by being hooked first, and I will dare to do it next time.
After the ringtone cycled to the last time, Qu Yanting picked up the phone and slid open the call button.
"Yanting, it's me." Ren Shu got straight to the point, "Are you busy? How is your side?"
Qu Yanting replied: "On the way, almost to the place."
Ren Shu said worriedly: "I saw the weather forecast said heavy rain in Chongqing, so I'll call you and ask."
"Well, it's been down for a whole day." Qu Yanting said, "It's just right, there is no need for a sprinkler."
He was joking, but the actual situation is not optimistic. Rainy scenes are most afraid of real rain. Many conditions are uncontrollable, and the effects of shooting may be very different.
Tonight is going to be filming a big scene - a car accident in the rain.
This scene occupies a section of the real road. The crew inspected and selected the location several months in advance, and submitted the filming application to the relevant local departments. After being approved, it cannot be rescheduled, and the filming can only be completed within a limited time.
Ren Shu asked: "Is the storyboard useless?"
"I was going to talk about this." Qu Yanting said, "The rain is relatively heavy, and the light and angle need to be changed. If you change one place, your whole body will be affected. Your storyboard script probably won't work."
Ren Shu understood: "The location situation is changeable, and mine is just a complete base. Yan Ting, don't worry about anything else, you have full power to make decisions, and shoot as soon as you can. If it's really difficult, let it go. I'll think about it when I go back."
Ren Shu's rough voice was so penetrating that it could be heard in half the car. Lu Wen was flipping through the script while listening to the excitement. Hearing this sentence, the page-turning action slowed down by half a beat.
He felt that what Ren Shu said made sense.
On such a ferocious rainy night, it was quite a challenge to shoot the location. Qu Yanting is a dignified chief screenwriter and investor, why should he suffer this crime, at worst, reapply, and find an opportunity to reshoot in the future.
However, Qu Yanting's tone was calm, even chic, and said, "You don't have to think about it when you come back, just watch the samples."
Not long after hanging up the line, the RV slowed down and slowly stopped at the side of the road to turn off the engine. Get off the car and go straight for 50 meters, which is the shooting area tonight.
With the phone screen still on, Qu Yanting clicked on a chat group, edited and sent: Do machine protection, check the shooting vehicle, wire and security equipment.
Each group replied "received" one by one.
In this series of prompts, Lu Wen witnessed Qu Yanting quit the interface, lock the screen, and put the phone in his pocket. A series of actions flowed smoothly, and he was completely different from the dull appearance before answering the phone.
Qu Yanting took an umbrella and got out of the car to go around the shooting area.
The door opened, and a gust of damp cold wind poured into the compartment. Lu Wen shrank his neck, tightened the rope of the sweater hat, and put the small metal cap at the end of the rope in his mouth.
Outside the window, Qu Yanting walked by holding an umbrella, the rim of the umbrella trembled from the rain, and a corner lifted from time to time.
Sun Xiaojian closed the door: "My mother, I'm freezing to death!"
Lu Wen bit the metal cap and rubbed his butt on the seat. Inexplicably, he wanted to get out of the car to have a look. But he is neither a director nor a photographer, so why should he continue now
The rain fell, and he couldn't see Qu Yanting anymore.
The glass window was covered with a layer of fog. Lu Wen wiped it off with a paper towel, and soon another layer spread. Gradually, the wet paper balls covered half of the table.
For the last time, he wiped away the mist with his palm, and in the clear vision for a moment, Qu Yanting came back from not far away.
Lu Wen shouted: "Brother Peng, have another cup of coffee!"
Li Dapeng responded: "I'll make it for you right away!"
Lu Wen leaned on the table, pretending to have been reading the script.
Qu Yanting came up and returned to the small booth. The coat was slightly damp, and it was colder to wear, so he untied it and took it off first. The remaining half of the coffee was already cold, so he didn't touch it, and folded his arms across his chest.
Li Dapeng brought a freshly brewed, warm cup and placed it by Lu Wen's hand.
Lu Wen said: "Brother Peng, I have a sore throat from reciting lines, and I want to drink Fat Sea."
"..." Li Dapeng was about to call his ancestor.
When the screen fan was pulled up again, Lu Wen pushed the cup forward: "Teacher Qu, if you don't mind, you can drink it."
Qu Yanting stretched out his hand to carry it. Lu Wen's hand hadn't been retracted yet, but his fingertips were sticking to the body of the cup, feeling hot, and when his fingertips accidentally touched Qu Yanting's fingers, it was as cold as ice.
Seeing that Qu Yanting was only wearing a thin shirt, he asked, "Can I lend you some clothes?"
He didn't bring much thick clothes when he came to Chongqing, but Qu Yanting wanted to say "it doesn't matter". The weather is bad for clothes and he doesn't want to owe favors.
But Lu Wen had already gone to get it from the bedside. He brought the smoky purple sweater with the white skin showing white, the wheat skin showing black, and the black skin turning black. He guessed what Qu Yanting was interested in, so he deliberately took this piece.
Then he deliberately said: "Borrowing clothes is the second thing, I mainly want to see what the Bai people wear."
Qu Yanting put it on and put it over the shirt. It was a bit bigger, the shoulder line fell on the position where the arm was vaccinated, and the sleeves spread to the tiger's mouth, only ten slender fingers were exposed.
The color of the clothes matches the skin tone, making her look extraordinarily gentle.
It was worn, but Lu Wen looked away and buried his head in the script.
Qu Yanting also took out a pen and paper, and stepped on the plate in the shooting area. He wanted to redesign the storyboard. It's been nearly ten years since he graduated from the directing department, and this is the first time in ten years that he's justifiably storyboarded.
While writing, Qu Yanting focused on the blank paper. Lu Wen quietly raised his eyes and stared at the pen tip opposite, worried that Qu Yanting had changed careers for a long time and was unfamiliar.
Suddenly, Qu Yanting put pen to paper and ticked off the frame, marking the shot number, scene, shooting method, main content, and arranging the number of seconds for each shot. He nodded and leaned over the desk, filling the entire blank paper with one stroke.
Occasionally taking half a second, he asked, "Have you finished reading the script?"
Shocked, Lu Wen flipped through several pages guiltily, but refused to look away. Seeing that Qu Yanting finished designing the storyboard script in one go, he changed a piece of paper, and tapped his two fingers on the table as if playing cards to win money.
"How much?" Lu Wen conditioned reflex.
Qu Yanting said, "Is there a ruler?"
Lu Wen took out a ruler from the cool black pencil case and handed it over: "What do you want to draw?"
Qu Yanting didn't answer, but pressed down the ruler and drew a few lines. Lay a good regional frame, marked by solid and hollow circles, connected by solid and dotted lines, and calibrate the scale with small angles.
He's drawing a mise-en-scene schematic. Clarify the position of the light source, the light projection direction corresponding to each mirror number, and the lighting changes required by the characters in the dynamic.
After Qu Yanting finished the painting with ease, she rolled up her cuffs and looked at her watch. It is estimated that each group is almost ready.
He opened the work group and sent a notification: work started.
In less than three seconds, Sun Xiaojian opened the screen fan and said, "Ancestor, Mr. Fu Hua sent a message, come back in two minutes."
Qu Yanting shook his coat and put it on, buttoned it with one hand, and picked up the script paper with the other hand, got out of the car and left first.
When Mr. Fu Hua came over, Lu Wen changed into a pair of underwear. In order to keep warm and waterproof, he wrapped two layers of plastic wrap around the underwear, and finally put on the clothes for shooting.
The feeling of being wrapped in plastic wrap was very strong. After getting out of the car, Pharaoh Lu Wen walked towards the shooting area as if revived.
Hang the wire, do the safety test, and pass the show.
Lu Wenhe's stand-in was in place, and the official shooting began.
In the dense rain, Ye Xiaowu hurried to the side of the road, Ye Shan caught up with him, and the two brothers argued in the rain. The wind was strong, and the umbrella in Yeshan's hand fell to the ground.
Ye Shan held onto Ye Xiaowu tightly, the two of them tore apart, their bodies were soaked.
In the distance, a van was approaching at high speed, its headlights shining a strong white light.
The rain curtain is like the Milky Way pouring down, and nothing can be seen clearly. Suddenly, Ye Xiaowu lost his balance in the fierce entanglement, Ye Shan fell to the side, and he fell to the road.
He raised his head in panic, a beam of bright light headed him, and he had nowhere to escape.
With a sudden lightening of his body, Lu Wen was hoisted up by Wia, throwing a shallow arc against the road.
In the blink of an eye, Lu Wen fell on the brown mat.
A moment of dizziness, he closed his eyes, heard the harsh friction of the tires sliding across the ground, and heard the endless torrential rain...
Amidst the chaotic sounds, he vaguely heard footsteps getting closer and closer to him.
The wind and rain seemed to have stopped. Lu Wen squinted his eyes and saw an umbrella covering the top.
He murmured: "Teacher Qu..."
Qu Yanting leaned down/holding an umbrella, and just yelled to stop, but Lu Wen was still lying motionless. He asked, "Can you move? Did you fall?"
"It's okay." Lu Wen replied, "... I didn't hear the call to stop."
Qu Yanting confirmed, "Are you all right?"
Lu Wen nodded. His face was wet, and streaks of water slid down from his forehead, gathering tremblingly between his brows. Water droplets were about to get into his eyes, so Qu Yanting stretched out his hand and wiped his eye sockets.
That hand was not warm, but it carried a man's strength, as if pulling him out of cold water.
It was not until he was helped up by Sun Xiaojian that Lu Wen came back to life.
He hugged the other person's neck, hid under the umbrella, and whispered as he walked, "Just now Qu Yanting actually touched my face."
Sun Xiaojian: "What do you mean?"
Lu Wendao: "I can feel it. When I fell, he seemed to love me very much."
Qu Yanting has already returned to the camera, rubbing his hands casually on the wet coat.
Kang Daning asked: "Qubian, how is it?"
"It's far away." Qu Yanting said, "I didn't fall hard enough, let's do another one."