Some entertainment media, in order to praise new actors, often praise the other party's natural camera sense. When they first entered the set, they were not reminded and there were few cases of NG due to shifting positions. Anyone who knows a little bit knows that this is pure nonsense.
Positioning does not depend entirely on the sense of the camera, it mainly depends on personal combat experience, but all professional actors work hard on this.
In order to save time, the crew directly put up a large mark on the ground as a reminder, clearly listing which steps to face and where to go forward after speaking.
"The main thing you need to pay attention to is the No. 3 machine. Turn slightly to the right when changing sides, so as not to block other people's shots." The performance director is a woman, who only reaches the position of Li Zhiqing's shoulders. There is no sense of oppression from the height.
He had memorized everything in the first pass, and now his attitude is still correct and serious
The thick and long eyelashes at the end are covered like a fan, and they rise and fall from time to time, revealing the small eyes that are focused and clear behind, looking as obedient as you want.
The acting director’s son is working abroad, and the mother’s love that has been accumulated for a long time and has nowhere to be released is aroused at once. The more he speaks, the softer his tone, and finally comforts him: “Don’t be nervous, Xiao Chen just NGed when he was filming. It was only in the morning that I barely found the feeling, Director Deng’s bottom line of patience has long since been worn away by him, even if he makes a few mistakes, he won’t say anything to you, and you can ask if you forget something.”
Li Zhiqing bent his eyes: "If I still make mistakes in such a detailed way, how can I have the face to ask you?"
The performance director often heard flattery words with similar meanings, but when he was said by this smooth voice, coupled with Li Zhiqing's open face, he was immediately coaxed into elation.
This heart flower has just bloomed, and Chen Yipei, who finished the re-shooting of the scene, came over dumbfounded and grabbed a handful of petals: "Teacher, I didn't have such a long time as NG on the first day. The director Deng got mad that time because others were angry with him. First."
After defending himself, Chen Yipei took a few steps closer to Li Zhiqing, and made a gesture to put his shoulder on his shoulder: "Secretly teach you the little tricks about walking, I summed it up myself."
After arriving at the shooting scene, Li Zhiqing paid a lot of attention to Chen Yipei out of vigilance.
As a new performer, Chen Yipei also wants to leave a good impression on the people in the industry. He is open and forthright at all times on the set, can chat with anyone, and the staff treat him without restraint.
If it wasn't for the fact that this person lied about his birthday in the name of sending the script to test Li Zhiqing's birth date, Li Zhiqing probably wouldn't reject him.
Seeing that the opponent's arm was about to reach up, Li Zhiqing's face was full of smiles, but he resolutely let go of his fingers slightly, and the script held by him immediately slid forward and spun onto the ground.
Li Zhiqing raised his eyebrows and opened his eyes half wide, as if he was shocked by the sudden drop of the script. He deliberately spared a moment of reaction time, hurriedly strode forward, bent down neatly to pick up the script, and when he stood up, he was in front of Chen Yipei.
His movements were so natural, his expression was impeccable, and his timing was just right, Chen Yipei couldn't realize that the other party was deliberately avoiding him. When the script slipped, he reached out to catch it but failed to catch it. Seeing that Li Zhiqing had already picked up the script, he withdrew his hand and came back.
"As long as you move, you have the nerve to teach others." Cheng Jiarun heard the movement here when he was applying makeup, and poured cold water on Chen Yipei mercilessly as soon as he came over, "It's almost finished, you just returned It can be NG because of forgetting the words. If you have the effort to mislead others, it’s better to memorize the rest of your lines.”
Chen Yipei dared to talk back when he was making a fuss in the morning, but he was a little timid when he was taught a serious lesson by her. Now he can only bow his head and admit his mistake, wave his hands with others and walk to the backyard, pretending that he really wants to recite The posture of the lines.
As soon as Chen Yipei left, Li Zhiqing immediately loosened his tense muscles, and even had the illusion that his breathing was much smoother.
Cheng Jiarun is very quiet when facing other people, and the kindness he shows is to the point: "There is still a five-minute break, you can go through it first to familiarize yourself with the seat, and pay attention to the right place with your eyes." After finishing speaking, he walked away without further words rest.
Li Zhiqing thanked her, walked to the middle of the scene, and took in the surrounding aircraft positions and ground marks one by one, and finally tried to walk along a specific track, and before reaching the end, he heard a loud shout not far away.
"What the hell?! Are there any rules?!"
Li Zhiqing followed the sound and saw that the camera of the camera crew pressed the cup to the side, rushed over and pulled the little girl standing by the lens box away.
The noise during the break was suddenly blown away by this sound.
The little girl was facing everyone's gaze, her face was flushed, she kept bowing and apologizing, saying that she just gave way to others, and it happened that the camera box was behind her, she was too tired, so she couldn't hold back and sat in a corner.
Li Zhiqing looked at the frowning camera, always felt that his expression was more scruples than anger.
"Daqing, do you want to drink water?" Song Junlin moved from the edge to his side amidst the sound of teaching, shaking the mineral water in his hand, "Wait in line to get water, I got it from the car."
Li Zhiqing glanced at the dry lips of the other party, and shook his head: "Are you working as a free laborer in the back again?"
As soon as Song Junlin heard that he refused to drink, he immediately unscrewed the cap of the bottle and poured water into his mouth. While drinking, he pulled Li Zhiqing to a place where there were few people, and said in a low voice: "I just went to chat with the extras, it's so miserable."
"What?" Li Zhiqing was puzzled.
"The wages are sixty yuan a day. If you get hacked by the crew and some of them are taken away by the group leader, you can get fifty yuan at most." Song Junlin whispered close to his ear, his voice was so small that even Li Zhiqing struggled to listen, "Even the low-level field workers are paid. Why not, those who are being called around, have to do this for whatever reason.”
From the corner of Li Zhiqing's eyes, he saw that the little girl was scolded by the camera, and when she returned to the leader, she would be reprimanded: "Everyone has his own aspirations."
"Then your ambition is also here?" Song Junlin screwed back the bottle cap and tapped his shoulder lightly, "Thank you today, I know a lot of things. The proprietress asked me to buy a few boxes of vegetables to take home, I'll leave early a little while."
He left on the front foot, the rest time was over, Li Zhiqing was briefly reminded to move again, and the filming continued.
Cheng Jiarun really deserves his name as a behind-the-scenes actor. Not only did he enter the show quickly, but he can also affect Li Zhiqing's emotions.
Even so, Li Zhiqing still felt that he was not as comfortable as he was during the audition.
It's not that it's not easy to act, nor is it that the environment is tense. It's just that there is an uneasiness that permeates the body and mind, which only pops up occasionally when the filming starts, but it doesn't make people too uncomfortable.
Li Zhiqing coped with the discomfort while avoiding mistakes. After filming a few scenes from different angles, his back was covered with a thin layer of sweat.
I don't know if it was due to the long-term high concentration and excessive physical exertion, he began to feel a little heavy-headed when he was resting in the evening, and when Song Junlin came to deliver the lunch box again, he didn't even bother to answer his words.
"Do you remember the one who was scolded before?" Song Junlin suddenly whispered, "I just heard that she was scolded because she was sitting on the lens box."
Li Zhiqing was taken aback: "Taboo?"
"How do you know?" Song Junlin was stunned now, "I haven't finished."
Li Zhiqing brushed back the few strands of hair that had been blown to the front by the wind: "There are quite a few similar customs among the people, women are not allowed to touch the lens box, probably because they are afraid of taking pictures of something that cannot be photographed."
When it came to something that could not be photographed, a cool breeze came up unhurriedly, and at the same time a muffled thunder burst out from the sky.
Song Junlin was inexplicably hairy, and patted the goosebumps on his arm: "... Bah, bah, what the fuck."
Li Zhiqing didn't help him make up the "weird power and chaos", and pulled up his sleeve as if thinking of something, and went to look at the copper coin stuck in the middle of his forearm.
This copper coin is extremely old. The square hole is pierced by a black braided rope. The handwriting on the surface is hazy and blurred. It is impossible to tell which dynasty it originated from.
"What are you doing!" Song Junlin knew that copper coins and amulets are of the same nature, and he was even more chilled, "It can't really be anything!"
Li Zhiqing pulled back his sleeves with confidence: "What can I have? I just want to see if I lost anything."
At any rate, he is that guy's treasure. After so many years, there has been no change. The saying that all evils are not close is not true. His current state may be because he is too tired.
Song Junlin couldn't bear it: "Then don't just read it after you finish talking, Mao is in a panic."
Li Zhiqing laughed at him for being timid, put on his coat and leaned against the wall to rest his eyes and closed his eyes. When he started shooting again, his condition improved a lot, but he still felt uncomfortable.
He secretly smiled wryly that he had camera phobia, and was not naturally suitable for activities in front of the camera.
After making up the last close-up, Li Zhiqing felt relieved to be able to get rid of the discomfort, but before Cheng Jiarun could remove his fingertips from the back of his hand, Li Zhiqing suddenly had the idea of "go fast".
This information exploded directly into his mind without sound, making Li Zhiqing's hands tremble, and subconsciously took half a step back.
Cheng Jiarun seemed to be startled by him, and it took two seconds before he withdrew his hand: "Are you okay?"
Li Zhiqing himself didn't realize that his face turned pale in an instant: "...it's okay, I've been tense all the time, and I get tired when I relax."
Cheng Jiarun politely asked him to take a good rest, called his assistant to deliver a box of milk to Li Zhiqing, and went to touch up his makeup to prepare for the rest of the shoot.
Li Zhiqing's mind was full of "go". After leaving the scene, the back covered in cold sweat was blown by the wind, and it was terribly cold.
"Daqing, don't scare me, what's wrong with you?" Song Junlin almost couldn't keep up with Li Zhiqing's pace.
Li Zhiqing was chilled by the wind, and he talked while walking: "I'm hungry, it seems that I have low blood sugar."
"I just delivered dinner, I'll get you some to fill your stomach." Song Junlin saw that his face was pale, and he was a little worried.
"It's okay, let's go back and eat." Li Zhiqing didn't forget to take care of Song Junlin's emotions when he was in a mess, and smiled at him with the corners of his mouth pulled.
Extra performers with lines belonged to special actors, and their daily salary was a little higher than that of ordinary extra performers, deducted back and forth, and they got a total of one hundred and fifty-five yuan in their hands.
This time Song Junlin didn't have the time to complain about the tiring and miserable work of group acting, he took Li Zhiqing out in a hurry, thinking about asking the boss to start a small stove for him, holding the car keys directly in his hand.
As soon as he stepped out of the gate, Song Junlin put up his umbrella, and Li Zhiqing suddenly stopped under the eaves.
"What's wrong?" Song Junlin turned his head, thinking he was going to faint, and reached out to help him.
Li Zhiqing pushed his hand away and shook his head, half-raised his left hand with a gloomy face.
His wrist is very white, and the black braided rope cuts across the blood vessels on the inside. The copper coin dangled twice at the lower end and was held by the other hand.
Song Junlin didn't find anything, but Li Zhiqing could see clearly that there was a hole where the copper coin and the braided rope were touching.
The author has something to say: Fanzi looked at the script with a serious face: Okay, Mr. Long, you can go.
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fan:? ! ! ! !
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Fanzi: Nonsense, yesterday he listened to me obediently and did not move!
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