I Only Like Your Character Settings

Chapter 68: Shooting officially started

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Except for the two days when they first arrived in Wuhan, Xia Xiqing and Zhou Ziheng were basically working on scripts in the hotel during the preparation time of a week before the start.

There are many conflict points in this movie, and there are many characters involved, and many of them are memory kills with a relatively large span. In addition, Gao Kun played by Zhou Ziheng has a process from the early stage of illness to the gradual seriousness, which means that the actors The image alone has to show a very big change.

"I think you should have ear studs." After Xia Xiqing watched the script for more than 20 minutes without saying a word, he suddenly raised his head and said to Zhou Ziheng, "You should also dye your hair."

Zhou Ziheng grabbed the hair that he was growing a bit for styling. His hair had never been more than four centimeters before, but now it looks like a real little meat. "Are you serious?"

"Of course." Xia Xiqing picked up the phone and sent a message to the main creative group.

[Xia Xiqing]: Director Kun, I propose to let Gao Kun dye his hair and wear earrings, which is more like a mixed society.

There were a total of four people in the group, two of them starring in one director and one screenwriter. Kuncheng soon responded to the news.

[Kuncheng]: That’s a good idea. Gao Kun was originally a migrant worker who almost went astray. He has been in the society for two or three years. I think it’s okay to dye his hair.

[Xu Qichen]: Well, Gao Kun's image is actually more external, Ye Luzi, to contrast with Jiang Tong, this image design can be.

[Kuncheng]: Xi Qing deserves to be a student of fine arts, or you can make a conceptual drawing of the characters of the protagonists with the script hahaha.

[Kuncheng]: Just kidding.

Xia Xiqing thought about it, it’s not a difficult task, but at most he can only make two leading actors alone. He didn’t take care of the work directly, and he thought about it for a moment. Unexpectedly, Zhou Ziheng, who was sitting next to him, picked up his mobile phone to reply. One.

[Zhou Ziheng]: It's enough for him to recite his lines. By the way, what color is more reliable for me to dye

Seeing Zhou Ziheng's reply, Xia Xiqing felt hot in his heart, he just pushed the work for himself so quietly, and the topic turned away.

[Kuncheng]: It's yellow, it's the kind of peculiar and tacky hahaha.

[Xu Qichen]: Well... I think so.

Xia Xiqing imagined Zhou Ziheng wearing a yellow hair that killed Matt, and found it too funny, a strange feeling that did not match his image. He glanced at Zhou Ziheng, who was sitting cross-legged next to him with his head down and sending a message. He stretched out his hand and turned his face to face him. Looking left and right, he took the tablet and electronic pen beside him.

"Do you want to paint me?"

"Shhh..."

Zhou Ziheng bowed his head again with a look, and the dialog box said the words he hadn't sent out just now-are you serious? ? Well, if you really think yellow hair is okay, I will dye it and dedicate myself to art.

Glancing at Xia Xiqing, who was lowering his head to draw on the tablet, Zhou Ziheng deleted the words just now and edited a new one.

[Zhou Ziheng]: Hair color is a big deal, so you have to think about it long-term. Give me three minutes to think about it.

[Kuncheng]: You just don't want to dye it.

[Xu Qichen]: Laughing·jpg

After a while, Xia Xiqing raised his head, tilted his head and looked at the tablet in his hand carefully, and then changed it, and finally sent a screenshot to the group.

[Xia Xiqing]: Do you think such an image is not in line with Gao Kun

Zhou Ziheng didn't click on the picture. He moved to Xia Xiqing's shoulder and looked at the tablet in his hand with his chin resting on Xia Xiqing's shoulder. On the screen was a conceptual image similar to that often drawn by fashion design professionals. There is a picture of a tall man with an unclear face, but with a dark red head, a black stud on his right ear, like a mole, and a black vest on his upper body. He has tattoos on his left arm. He wears this dirty dark blue jeans, wears a pair of old sneakers from the cottage, and has half a cigarette in his hand.

"How about it? All right?" Xia Xiqing asked him, turning his face to the side. Zhou Ziheng raised his eyes and pursed his mouth. "I don't think it will work."

Xia Xiqing frowned, straightened her back and stared down at the tablet, "Why not? I think it's pretty good." After speaking, he scrambled his back, pursed his mouth, and muttered softly, " I think Gao Kun in my heart should be like this."

Zhou Ziheng only smiled slightly, got up from his shoulder, stretched out his hand and rubbed Xia Xiqing's hair, sat up straight and sent a message.

[Zhou Ziheng]: That's how Kun's look is set.

[Kuncheng]: Yes, Xi Qing, it fits the character image. I have already sent it to the head of the modeling team.

[Xu Qichen]: As expected of Xi Qing, it also fits the early image of Gao Kun in my mind.

Xia Xiqing read the news, raised his head and stretched his legs and kicked Zhou Ziheng's waist. "Can't you fucking say something nice to me?"

"Just teasing you." Zhou Ziheng smiled and grabbed a hand at his ankle, and put down the trousers of Xia Xiqing's sweatpants that had been pushed to his knees. The air conditioner was turned on too hard.

"But it is, too handsome." Xia Xiqing only focused on his concept map. He didn't do anything casually about other things, except for painting, which was particularly critical, "blacked out." A little bit? Make a scar?" I was still dissatisfied with the changes, so I spread the grievances on Zhou Ziheng's body, rushed to him and grabbed his face, "I don't blame me for this. , I will disfigure you and it will be perfect."

Zhou Ziheng was suddenly lying on his back on the ground due to his sudden attack, but his hand was still supporting Xia Xiqing’s lower back, and he pulled his face without crying pain. He just laughed and teased, "Then you ruin Ah, are you willing?"

As soon as he said this, he regretted it and felt that he took himself too seriously. Seeing Xia Xiqing's hands were sluggish, Zhou Ziheng immediately added, "Don't you just look at this face."

"Hey, you still have a figure." Xia Xiqing let go and got off his body, "but your figure will become thinner in the later stage."

"What then?" Zhou Ziheng immediately sat up and looked at him, the expression on his face was a little unhappy. Xia Xiqing quickly realized that he was unhappy because of this sentence, so he knelt down and patted Zhou Ziheng's head again, "It's okay. When the artwork is broken, it is an artwork, and the small porcelain pieces are shining with humanity.” After he finished speaking, he kissed Zhou Ziheng’s lips, “Aesthetic value will not be devalued because of the fading of the canvas.”

I really know how to say it. Zhou Ziheng curled up the corners of his mouth and scraped the tip of Xia Xiqing's nose with his hand with satisfaction.

"I can't say you are an artist."

Xia Xiqing was embarrassed by his actions. Every time he concealed his embarrassment, he played sideways, "You will move my nose later, I really did order this mole." Thinking of Zhou Ziheng's words just now, Xia Xiqing Suddenly smirked, the gangster came up immediately, stretched his hand from his neckline and touched it indiscriminately, "Yes, I just do-art."

He also deliberately made the word "make" heavy, Zhou Ziheng grabbed his hand, "No, who is it?"

"Sorry, I'll do you someday if you don't keep the balance."

"Who didn't have the strength to come last time, I didn't stop you either... Don't cover my mouth, you are afraid of being said."

"I have to fuck you next time!"

"Please."

The two people clashed on the ground for a long time, and finally Ronaldinho knocked on the door to come in and deliver the procedure book for the start-up ceremony, which ended this naive game.

Zhou Zijing, the biggest invisible investor, was not convinced by others. After a long time, he still let his wife be the production director. In the eyes of outsiders, it is just the boss of Zhou Ziheng's management company to be the producer. This situation is also quite common in the circle. What's more, the films in Jiang Yin's hands are rarely smashed, otherwise it would not be called a gold producer. But it was a little funny in Xia Xiqing's eyes.

"To the end of co-authoring this drama is your family's team, your brother invested, your sister-in-law produced the film, you come to act. It's funny."

Zhou Ziheng shrugged.

More than that, people he likes play with him, and friends of people he likes are screenwriters.

A few actors with relatively few roles did not join the group. The opening ceremony was very simple. The director brought a few leading actors into the incense and worshipped. In order not to reveal the plot, the actors did not wear makeup and hair, and finished the opening ceremony directly in their private clothes. .

But the last time Jiang Yin’s marketing was very good, the effect is still there. Just a kick-off ceremony has attracted countless media to interview. Kuncheng, who has always been shooting niche independent films, is not very good at coping. For this kind of thing, the media meeting took only half an hour, and all focused on Zhou Ziheng and Xia Xiqing. On the contrary, it was Xia Xiqing, the "outsider" who took on most of the task of answering questions from the media.

After the ceremony was over, a few actors started to make styling non-stop. Xia Xiqing’s styling was better. It was basically enough to cut her hair and change clothes. The original prototype of Jiang Tong was Xia Xiqing himself, even the pale complexion of chronic malnutrition. It corresponds to it. You don't even need to use foundation, just cover the lip color.

But Zhou Ziheng was in trouble. First, he had to cut his hair and dye his hair, and then he had to put tattoo stickers on and earrings. Xia Xiqing had only one scene on the first day. It was still dusk in the script, and he had to wait for several hours. In this scene, Jiang Tong, who came out of his home, met several gangsters who collected protection fees. Gao Kun passed by and beat up some of them. This was the first exchange between the two after "tracking". It is a very important literary drama. .

Their styling room was previously rented in a house in Huaanli. The styling Xia Xiqing left the dressing room and went to the styling room. At the door, he met a boy with wheat-colored skin and slender eyes, about 1.75 meters tall. Looking very energetic, he took the initiative to say hello to Xia Xiqing, "Hello, hello."

After being held by this boy and shaking his hand for a long time, Xia Xiqing suddenly felt that he was familiar with him, probably because he had acted in some TV series, but he did not watch TV. Perhaps he had read about it on Weibo. It should not be a popular actor like Zhou Ziheng. Xia Xiqing habitually showed a gentle smile, "Hello, this is Xia Xiqing."

"I know. I love watching "Born from the Sky"!" The boy chuckled, and felt that he was a little too familiar. He loosened his hand and scratched himself embarrassedly. Hair, "My name is Yang Bo, what? I'm here to play Aaron."

Xia Xiqing quickly realized that Aaron was a supporting actor in this drama, which indirectly caused Gao Kun to suffer from AIDS, the human blood scalpers, "Oh, hello, hello, today’s first scene is yours, are you nervous? ?"

"It's really kind of." Yang Bo's expression is very vivid. Although he is not handsome, he was born with this bowl of rice.

Sister Su, the makeup artist who just finished Xia Xiqing's makeup, walked over from the makeup artist with big bags and small bags. She saw the two standing at the door of the styling room talking, and bumped Xia Xiqing’s arm, "Why are you talking at the door? , Go in, there is still a place to sit."

"Yes." Yang Bo's northeastern accent came out all of a sudden, and Xia Xiqing also smiled, "Then let's go in."

As soon as he pushed the door, Xia Xiqing saw Zhou Ziheng's back sitting in front of the makeup mirror. His head was wrapped in a heating cap. He was probably dyeing his hair. A man was holding a tattoo sticker on his left arm. Zhou Ziheng originally also He turned his head and looked at his arm. When he heard the sound of opening the door, he raised his head and found Xia Xiqing and another boy walking in. He was full of Xia Xiqing, and shouted at him in the mirror, "Xi Qing! "

When the two of them were together, Zhou Ziheng seldom called his name, so Xia Xiqing was a little uncomfortable. He smiled at Zhou Ziheng. Yang Bo didn't notice the shift of his sight, and asked, "Then you should go back and shoot real people when you are filming. Show?"

Xia Xiqing retracted his eyes, "I won't shoot for the time being, the production team has found another artist."

Zhou Ziheng didn't get the attention he deserved, but he couldn't have a seizure with so many people in this room, so he could only bear it for the time being.

"Don't get wet, hung yourself, wait for him to do it." The tattoo artist invited by the styling team took out a small fan and fanned him. This scene is a bit weird. A tattoo has a round head from the finger to the neck. The tough guy squatted in front of him with a little pink fan and shook it.

"Brother, how many copies of this did you make?" Zhou Ziheng felt embarrassed. He took the fan and fanned it by himself. The pattern on the tattoo is very complicated, with flames and tangled flowers. If you look closely, you can see that there are hidden inside. The face of an old woman in his is Gao Kun's grandmother.

Gao Kun is a left-behind child. His mother ran away with others as soon as he was born. His father worked in Guangzhou. He has been dependent on his grandmother. Grandma is the most important relative to Gao Kun in the play.

"A hundred copies, don't worry, not enough to print later."

Staring at the tattoo on his body, Zhou Ziheng was in a daze. He spread his hand and took a look, and asked in a daze, "Brother, it won't take long if it is really tattooed."

"That's not necessarily. It depends on the complexity and size of the pattern." Brother tattoo smiled, "Why, I want to get a tattoo."

"No, I'll just ask." Zhou Ziheng shook his head, "Our profession can't get tattoos casually, let alone my dad won't agree."

"Yes, you need a mosaic to be on TV."

After getting the tattoo, Zhou Ziheng's hair was almost dyed. The stylist Ajie led him to rinse his hair carefully for fear of getting fake tattoos.

Xia Xiqing and Yang Bo were sitting on the sofa and exchanging scripts with each other. Yang Bo's house was in Harbin, and his whole body was full of the boldness of the shareholder Beiren. They pulled Xia Xiqing just like their brothers. After the two people exchanged the script, they started again. Exchange styling.

Xia Xiqing grabbed a strand of yellow hair on Yang Bo's head and said with a smile, "At first the director said that Zhou Ziheng was dyed with yellow hair."

"Really?" Yang Bo chuckled twice, "He must be more handsome than I am. By the way, you two acted in a reality show and acted in this drama. The relationship should be good, right?"

Xia Xiqing suddenly felt a little embarrassed when he asked such a question. He glanced over at the side, "It's okay."

It really hurts to say it. Obviously it is a "negative distance" relationship.

The "negative distance" implementer kept staring at the little corner of Xia Xiqing intentionally or unconsciously at the gap between the hair blowing, and seeing him slap other people's hair and talk and laugh with others, the fire in his heart grew stronger.

"OK." The stylist Ajie put both hands on Zhou Ziheng's shoulders, "Ziheng, you are quite suitable for this hair color."

Zhou Ziheng looked in the mirror, not to mention, this red hair was like a fire in his heart, it was called an image.

Do not. Zhou Ziheng glanced at that small corner.

Still green is more suitable for the scene.

In fact, Xia Xiqing turned his head to look at Zhou Ziheng's side from time to time. At this moment, he looked up and saw that his haircut was done. The short dark red hair was almost indistinguishable from what he imagined. He grew up on the sofa. I sat up there and walked to Zhou Ziheng's side, and said sincerely, "It's pretty good-looking."

"Is it just pretty?" Zhou Ziheng turned his head and raised an eyebrow at him.

"Handsome." Xia Xiqing stretched out his hand and wanted to squeeze his face directly. Suddenly he realized that it was too close to him in the group, so he took it back, "Really handsome."

Zhou Ziheng's always trimmed eyebrows have been kept in stock for the purpose of filming this movie. They have grown into his own wild eyebrows. With deep eye sockets and three-dimensional eyebrow bones, this facial contour exudes a unique tough hormone. .

Previously, Zhou Ziheng had a sense of righteousness that couldn't be thrown away, and Zhang Peerless alpha scum was clearly on his face, but he was gentle and kind in his bones. Now, the look of this little bastard is exactly the same as Xu Qichen said, Ye Luzi

Looking at his newly punched pierced ears, a black stud is still hanging on his head, Xia Xiqing's fingers gently lifted his earlobe, "You will be the most beautiful boy on this street from now on."

After hearing Xia Xiqing's praise, Zhou Ziheng couldn't conceal his joy. First he raised the corners of his mouth triumphantly, and then squeezed slightly.

Standing behind the chair, Ajie also joked, "The director does not give us Kunzi a high-value heroine. The most beautiful boy is the most beautiful girl."

No, no, the most beautiful boy wants to be the most beautiful boy on another street. Zhou Ziheng retorted in his heart.

However, when he looked so close, he realized that Xia Xiqing's hair had been cut a lot. Originally, the hair was close to the shoulders, but now it was trimmed just to the chin, and it seemed to be about the same length as when he first met Xia Xiqing.

"The hair is cut very well."

"That's not right, the hair stylist is professional." Xia Xiqing's hands naturally rested on Zhou Ziheng's shoulders, appearing familiar and not overly intimate, "Unlike you, I can tell you, don't click on it when you come. I cut it to be bald, and I can't stop with you."

Xia Xiqing was talking about a scene where Gao Kun cut Jiang Tong's hair in the script. This scene was only included in the final draft, and Xu Qichen probably added it later.

"It's okay, a bald head won't affect your beauty." Zhou Ziheng joked with a smile.

"Fuck off."

The deputy director pushed the door in, wiped the sweat on his bare head with the back of his hand, biting his tongue half-and-a-half, "Alright? Let's go over there and shoot it?"

This bald head is too suitable. This time Xia Xiqing and Zhou Ziheng both laughed, leaning forward and backward like two children, making the deputy director bewildered by himself, and touched his head like a light bulb.

The first scene was between Zhou Ziheng and Yang Bo. Yang Bo played Aaron who sold human blood. Like Jiang Tong played by Xia Xiqing, he lived in a small rented house in Huaanli, but he didn’t have many roles. The rental house crew only rented for one day, and had to film his scene in the rental house first.

In this scene, Gao Kun, who had just learned that he had AIDS, came to Aaron in a rage, thinking that he had harmed him, and the two had a very fierce conflict across the iron gate.

The first thing to start is conflict drama, which actually requires very high actors, but Zhou Ziheng has been used to acting for so many years, and Kuncheng is even more worried about Yang Bo.

"You guys try to play one first. It's okay. It's not dark at the moment, and there is still time."

Waiting for it to get dark is Zhou Ziheng and Xia Xiqing's rivalry. The director must shoot this conflict scene in these short two or three hours. Time is a big challenge. Xia Xiqing is completely blank in acting. Although he has no acting at this time, he still stands on the set watching and uses the fastest way to absorb and learn.

After the actors were in place, the scene manager walked to the camera with a black and white clapperboard, glanced at the gesture of photography, and said, "The first time in the first scene of "Tracking", action!"