After the second scene began, Kuncheng gave Xia Xiqing enough room to perform, using and unconditionally trusting a newcomer with no acting skills. This approach was a huge risk in filming, and the worst result was to ruin the entire film.
Although Kuncheng is the person with the most say in the crew, it does not mean that other people can be convinced by this way of operation. Xia Xiqing knows this very well. All he can do is to convince everyone with his own ability. But in terms of acting, what ability does he have
All he had was a heroic determination to self-analyze.
"Action!"
Jiang Tong was half-lying on the ground, clearly in the most humble and weakest posture, covered in dust and looking in a dishevel, but there was not a single expression of pleading for mercy on his face that seemed easy to bully. No matter how those thugs humiliated and beat him, he stated the fact that he was penniless in an unnatural tone of voice.
He really had no money. He used his newly-earned salary to pay for the rent, buy some daily necessities and food, and the rest was used to buy paint to support his extravagant hobbies. He was even reluctant to take his broken bicycle to be repaired.
"You are just pretending to be nice to me. I will teach you a lesson today. You don't even know who is in charge of this street!"
The leader lost all patience and picked up Jiang Tong, who had been knocked to the ground, and pushed him against the wall, with his fist facing his pale face. Jiang Tong had no way to resist. It seemed as if all the strength in his body had been drained away, and his stomach was twisted in pain.
Seeing the fist coming straight towards him, all he could do was subconsciously close his eyes. After all, this was not the first time such a thing had happened.
As long as I don't die, nothing else matters.
But the next moment, what he waited for was not the heavy punch that could break his jaw, but the hot liquid splashed on his face with a loud noise and a howl. His collar was loosened, and Jiang Tong slid down the wall. The moment he opened his eyes, he was stunned. The gang leader who had just clamored to teach him a lesson just now fell in front of him, his face covered with blood. Jiang Tong reached out and touched his face in a daze.
There was blood all over the fingers, this man's blood.
He saw a stick that was not there before, right next to the gangster's feet, rolling slightly.
Someone hit him with this
"Brother Wang? Brother Wang, are you okay?" The other people were also shocked when they saw this. They immediately surrounded him and supported the boss who had lost his prestige and was bleeding but still stubborn. "Whose son of a bitch is this! Quick, kill him for me! Damn it, my head..."
Several people looked up towards the end of the alley. Jiang Tong, who was stunned, just remembered at this time and also looked towards that end blankly.
Under the setting sun, a tall man walked from the alley entrance, his hair was burning red like fire. His face was unclear in the backlight, the fiery red light was like his mask.
The sudden intruder walked towards them without saying a single harsh word.
"Beat him to death!"
There were four gangsters on this side, and only one on the other side. No matter how tall he looked, he was still no match. Jiang Tong waved at him, saying with difficulty, "Hurry, hurry up!"
The man seemed to be even more deaf than him. He didn't listen to him at all. He rushed forward and kicked the man who was leading the charge directly in the chest, knocking him backwards to the ground with all his bones shattered.
After the kick, Jiang Tong finally saw his face clearly in the backlight, especially his ferocious eyes like a lone wolf.
He was trembling all over and muttering involuntarily.
"That night... That day..."
The man who stalked him and nearly killed him!
It was as if someone suddenly grabbed Jiang Tong's neck. His pupils were dilated and his body was shaking uncontrollably.
In the darkness, those hands had once covered his mouth tightly, and he had also seen the man's extremely ferocious eyes up close. Under the moonlight, he was like a wolf trapped in despair.
The tall man obviously had no help, but when he attacked, he was so ruthless that he left no room for retreat. Every punch and kick he threw was meant to kill the man. Jiang Tong was terrified.
This person is not afraid of losing life at all.
The people you should never mess with in this world are those who have nothing. They are the ones who really don't care about their lives.
Soon, those people who had humiliated Jiang Tong before fell to the ground, without even the strength to stand up and run away, like a few old dogs struggling to survive.
The man was panting and turned his head to look at Jiang Tong. Jiang Tong also turned his head away in an instant, avoiding his gaze.
The sweat was sliding down my forehead and it was cool.
He was afraid, and this was the first time he admitted it. He really was afraid.
When I think back to that night, the physical fear is insurmountable.
"Why don't you get out of here?" the man suddenly spoke, his voice low and panting slightly from having just finished fighting. "Do you want to stay here and be beaten to death by them?"
Jiang Tong suddenly turned his head and looked directly at the man's face. The corner of his mouth was broken and there was a button on his eyebrow bone with a thin trace of blood flowing down.
How could this person say such a thing? It was as if he was not the one who wanted to kill him that night.
Jiang Tong didn't know why, but he trembled as he spoke. It was obvious that running away would be enough at this moment, as long as he could survive, but he still looked straight into his eyes and spoke out his heart, "You... You are..."
The man did not come closer as imagined, but just squatted down half a meter away, looking at Jiang Tong expressionlessly.
"I'm the one who followed you that day." He pulled the corner of his mouth, not like a smile, but more like a demonstration in some sense.
"I know… "
Jiang Tong answered with great effort, but firmly. He had no way to retreat. With his back against the wall, he had nothing at hand that could be used as a weapon. But even if he had, he knew he had no chance of winning. Just look at the people lying on the ground and you will know that facing such a strong man, he has almost no room for resistance.
He tried hard to calm his breathing and stood up with difficulty, holding on to the wall. The severe pain in his abdomen did not subside. His right leg was also kicked and it hurt a lot with every step he took.
Indeed, he got rid of the entanglement of these people, but he became even more afraid.
Because the man's shadow followed him closely, just like that night. His shadow was very long, and appeared beside him like a ghost. No matter how fast he walked, he couldn't get rid of it.
Walking out of the alley with difficulty, Jiang Tong hesitated for a while when he saw his broken bicycle. But he didn't dare to stay any longer. Fear made his heart beat very fast, so fast that it seemed like it would jump out of his chest in the next second.
"You're afraid of me."
The man behind him suddenly spoke, and Jiang Tong trembled all over. He didn't care about the old bicycle and walked straight out of the alley. Without anything to hold on to, his pace quickened, and he felt pain and was unsteady. He limped and fell to the ground.
The person behind him didn't come forward to help him, but just spoke in an unfathomable tone.
"You should be afraid of me." His voice was filled with desperation, "But not now."
Jiang Tong didn't understand what he meant, nor did he want to understand. He didn't look back, and the two of them walked out of the dirty, narrow alley one after the other. Outside was a road with little traffic, with tall sycamore trees planted on both sides. In early summer, the leaves of the sycamore trees grew wildly, and the branches and leaves of the sycamore trees on both sides of the road were almost connected together, covering the sky. This feeling was very strange, as if two people who would never have any intersection with each other desperately stretched out their hands to each other.
Whether we can hug or not, as long as there is that moment when our fingertips touch, everything is worth it.
That’s why Jiang Tong likes the parasol trees at this time of year, as they are a rare source of hope in his gloomy life.
Looking down, the shadow was still there. Jiang Tong could hold onto a tree every few steps, but the gaps in between were still too much for his feet to bear, and his pace became slower and slower.
"stop."
The person behind him suddenly spoke, and Jiang Tong was startled again. He had no one to hold on to, and almost fell down.
"turn around."
The natural fear of this man forced him to obey. Jiang Tong twisted his neck awkwardly and turned his face to the side, but did not look at him.
He thought that this natural born killer would definitely take him to some deserted corner, maybe kill him directly and cut his body into pieces, or torture him in every way possible to satisfy his own pleasure. Otherwise, he really couldn't imagine what kind of situation would make a person stalk a complete stranger in the dark, not for money or to satisfy some desire, but just to kill.
But he didn't expect that the murderer in his heart would bend down and sit on the curb after giving the order, looking up at his face, "Sit."
What is your intention
Jiang Tong covered her stomach and turned around, not daring to sit down or continue standing.
The man gave him another fierce look that would not allow for rejection. Jiang Tong had no choice but to bend down slowly and prepare to sit down next to him.
"Don't get too close to me."
Jiang Tong looked at him inexplicably, his eyes full of doubt. But he didn't want to raise any questions, he just sat down silently, enduring the pain. It's better to be farther away.
His eyes timidly drifted across the man's face. The blood that had only flowed to his upper eyelids had now flowed to his eyes, like water flowing through a deep canyon, because his eye sockets were very deep, much like the plaster heads that art students used to practice sketching. But Jiang Tong had no money to learn, and he didn't even have the chance to touch those plaster statues.
Jiang Tong's gaze became firmer, but his heart was still beating fast. He swallowed and his Adam's apple rolled.
Turn your head back.
“Cut!”
Kun Cheng stood up, unable to suppress the surprise on his face, "Very good, very good. That long shot just now was very good."
You two don't need to work on your acting together. He wanted to say this, but for some reason, he didn't say it.
They shot the fight scene from different angles with several cameras, and the effect was very good. They shot it about five or six times, which was very efficient for a relatively intense fight scene. But what surprised Kuncheng was that after Jiang Tong stood up, Gao Kun followed him and walked to the road in a complete shot.
The dramatic tension between the two people was almost natural, better than he had imagined the result of running-in to the best degree. Even Gao Kun's casual lines in the back were just right in tone and rhythm.
What a treasure.
Xia Xiqing let out a long breath, and his tense emotions suddenly relaxed. This feeling made him feel a little uncomfortable. He now understood why so many actors would have bad emotions when acting. This job was not something that ordinary people could do.
Xiao Luo came over, holding a palm-sized pink fan. Just as he was about to speak, the fan was snatched away by Zhou Ziheng. Without even blowing it, he handed it to Xia Xiqing who was sitting next to him, "It's hot, right? Blow it quickly."
Xia Xiqing turned his head and looked at Zhou Ziheng, whose forehead was covered with sweat. "You are hotter, right?"
"I'm not hot." Zhou Ziheng turned off the fan and threw it into his arms. The makeup artist next to him laughed and patted Zhou Ziheng on the forehead, "If you're not hot, then don't sweat. Look at how we have to touch up your makeup every time we cut, and the blood is flowing down with the sweat."
Zhou Ziheng smiled embarrassedly, looking up.
Xia Xiqing held the handle of the fan with his hand, and the corners of his mouth curled up. He turned on the switch, moved his butt to sit next to Zhou Ziheng, next to him, holding the small fan between the two of them, and joking about the lines just now.
"I'm going to be this close."
Zhou Ziheng reacted quickly, moved to the right again, and repeated Gao Kun's words, "Don't get so close to me."
"I want it." Xia Xiqing moved again.
"Stop messing around, you two. I can't touch up my makeup." The makeup artist couldn't stop laughing at the two childish guys. Xiao Luo showed a look of disgust beside them, but didn't dare let Zhou Ziheng see it.
"Is it troublesome to play Jiang Tong?" Zhou Ziheng was still worried about Xia Xiqing.
Xia Xiqing raised the end of his eyebrows, his eyes were lazy and ruffian, and he lowered his voice and said to Zhou Ziheng, "Asking a person who beats up others in school all day to play the role of being beaten, it's really..."
Zhou Ziheng also lowered his voice, "Who told you to look so weak?"
Xia Xiqing glared at him fiercely, almost slashing him in front of others. Zhou Ziheng apologized immediately, "I was just joking. Sorry, sorry." He also found it funny, "I've never fought in school."
"That's right, you were the one who called the police."
Zhou Ziheng turned his head in surprise, "How did you know?"
Xia Xiqing smiled a little childishly, "I just know it."
Zhou Ziheng stopped making trouble, and the smile on his face faded slightly. He changed the subject, "How come you were so realistic when you were acting scared of me just now?" He thought about his words again, "I mean, you're not usually afraid of anything. I believe you've never been afraid even of a fight."
The other party was silent for a long time before finally speaking.
"I'm afraid of the dark."
Xia Xiqing's laughter was light, but it fell heavily into Zhou Ziheng's heart.
"If you borrow that feeling, it won't be difficult."
Zhou Ziheng couldn't imagine borrowing a little emotion from the deepest fear in his heart.
The small fan was turning gently. Xia Xiqing stared at the circle in the center and someone touched his cheek.
"Yes, I am sweating." He looked up and saw Zhou Ziheng smiling and apologetically. "Ah, it seems to be even dirtier after I wiped it."
"Go away, I'm annoying you." Xia Xiqing lowered his head and wiped his face, a smile appearing unconsciously.
Kuncheng looked at the long shot from the alley to the roadside again, and walked over with great satisfaction, "The shot just now was really good. It turns out that you have to hold the lens in front to have the feeling of walking." He hurried to the other side and communicated with the chief photographer about the perspective and layout of the subsequent shots.
"You're trying out a long shot on your first filming. That's amazing." As soon as Kun Cheng left, Zhou Ziheng started teasing Xia Xiqing, "A talented newcomer."
"Isn't that you?"
"I learned it through hard work." Zhou Ziheng stuck a few tissues on his forehead. "I figured it out bit by bit." He placed his hands on his bent knees. "As for me, many directors always told me that I can act out life and death, but not life. I can act out any emotion, but I can't act out an ordinary person. Because I don't understand them at all, and I don't understand my role."
His eyes were fixed on the road. "So at that time I was like this now, squatting on the side of the road, sometimes squatting for a whole afternoon. I was still young at that time, in high school, and not very famous. I would squat like that on holidays when I had nothing to do, watching the passers-by coming and going. After watching more, I found that everyone is a collection of emotions. There are too many emotions piled on the body, which is very complicated. It is so complicated that the only way to live like a mature adult is to use those emotions to polish each other, so they are smoothed out."
As he spoke, Zhou Ziheng looked at Xia Xiqing with a smile on his face, "I later realized that I wanted to play that kind of Ping."
The warm yellow sunset outlined every corner of Zhou Ziheng's face, yet wrapped them so softly. Xia Xiqing just looked at him, with the corners of his mouth raised, without saying a word.
He actually wanted to say something, but found that his poor language was completely unable to describe his feelings towards Zhou Ziheng at the moment. It was too good, too good, beyond the threshold of being able to be described in words. If only he had a brush and paint, preferably gentle watercolors, he would want to paint it now, to paint Zhou Ziheng, who was full of enthusiasm for performing arts in his eyes.
"What are you looking at?" Zhou Ziheng looked at Xia Xiqing who had been staring at him, somewhat confused.
Xia Xiqing, who was in a daze, came out of his thoughts and raised an eyebrow at him, "You look good, handsome boy."
"It's a handsome guy." Zhou Ziheng deliberately touched Xia Xiqing's toes with his foot and took off the tissue on his head. The makeup artist left and the next scene was about to begin.
Xia Xiqing sat up and returned to almost the same position as before waiting for the start, but suddenly heard Zhou Ziheng's voice.
"I don't want you to be that kind of flat."
Xia Xiqing froze suddenly, and could only look at Zhou Ziheng's shadow on the ground.
“I want to see all your emotions, good or bad, no matter how complicated or sharp, don’t grind against each other, just let them release.”
The last sentence was deliberately lowered, so low that only the two of them in the world could hear it.
"Give it to me, I can bear it."
The author has something to say: When shooting a movie, every short plot point has to be shot repeatedly, from various angles and positions, plus NG. In order to present a more complete plot and a better reading experience, I omitted it and just mentioned it, but it is not actually like this. Special explanation~
Today, my instructor called me to talk until 7 o'clock. It was a two-hour race against time. I will update more tomorrow. Love you guys~