The director gave Lu Yinbing time to prepare.
Mr. Wang smiled and joked, "Don't forget the words again this time."
Lu Yinbing nodded, walked behind the counter, silently recited the lines, and signaled to the director that it was OK. The director signaled to the script supervisor, who ran to the center of the camera with the clapperboard, and with a click, the second take began.
Lu Yinbing threw away the rag in his hand and shouted "Master" with determination.
Old Wang took the cigarette holder away from his lips, looked at his lovely granddaughter with a smile, and asked, "What?"
"I want to tell you something."
"What's the matter? Tell me, I'm listening."
Lu Yinbing squatted on the ground, looking at the ground and then at the top of the door, humming like a mosquito: "Master, can I... can I..." Lu Yinbing frowned slightly. What was coming next
Mr. Wang looked at her in surprise.
He could sense that something was wrong.
Two seconds later, the director called "Cut".
Lu Yinbing stood up and clasped his hands together again to apologize to everyone present, "Sorry, I forgot the words again."
The director said tolerantly, "It's okay, maybe you're not in good condition, stop for ten minutes and shoot again later."
Elder Wang asked with concern, "What's going on? Did you not get enough rest last night? You don't feel right."
Lu Yinbing shook her head. She didn’t know what was going on. She could only hope that she was not in the right condition. However, this kind of situation had never happened to her before. What was going on
During the ten-minute break, Lu Yinbing recited his lines again, speaking fluently without any problems.
Ten minutes later, everyone was in position and the third clapboard sounded: "Action!"
"I want to tell you something."
"Whatever you want to say, I'm listening."
Lu Yinbing didn't dare meet Mr. Wang's gaze. The fan inside was whirring, and her voice was barely audible. Mr. Wang, whose hearing was beginning to deteriorate, couldn't hear her at all: "Master, can I not stay in this barber shop? I don't want to be in front of heads every day. It's boring."
"What did you say?" Mr. Wang drawled out his voice.
"Nothing." Lu Yinbing backed off. Grandpa is old, and he is the only relative. No matter how much he wants to go out, can't he stay with him first? The teacher has told me many times that the tree wants to be still but the wind does not stop, and the son wants to take care of his parents but they are no longer there.
Old Wang puffed on his cigarette and said, "It's nothing you have to make such a big deal about. You are such a grown-up but you don't know how to behave yourself. What will you do after I'm gone? You have to learn the skills well so that you can have a living in the future."
"Master." Lu Yinbing's face changed slightly, and he couldn't help but shout. Then he finally mustered up the courage, stared into his eyes, and then got stuck in Wang Lao's puzzled eyes.
The first time is new, the second time is familiar, the third time is right... The director called "Cut", sat behind the monitor, rubbed his face vigorously with both hands, closed his eyes and opened them again, wondering if he had met a fake Lu Yinbing today. He made mistakes again and again, and other things were fine, but the key point was the kind of low-level novice mistakes that couldn't be any lower.
An actor who forgets his lines so frequently should not appear in his list of supporting roles, okay
But he believed in Lu Yinbing. The reason why Lu Yinbing forgot the lyrics was definitely not because she was not prepared, but because of something else. Thinking of this, he automatically imagined a bunch of melodramatic dramas that would affect his emotions and spontaneously excused Lu Yinbing.
In the end, he went over to comfort her: "Yinbing, why don't you go to the side and rest for a while? I see that you look a little pale."
Lu Yinbing did not refuse and sat in a chair beside her. Xiao Xi came to warm her legs, but she did not notice at all. Her mind was in a mess. What was the line? What was it? The more she tried to recite it, the harder it was to recite it.
"Xiaoxi."
"You just watched me filming there, how did you feel?"
Xiaoxi lowered her head and said, "Very good."
"You're still cheering when you forget the words? Look up and say this to me."
Xiaoxi looked at her and said, "It's really good."
"Deduct half of your salary and bonus." Lu Yinbing threatened her.
"It's really good, especially good." Xiaoxi still said the same thing.
“…” Of course, I’m not even afraid of having my money deducted from my account.
Lu Yinbing stopped asking her and continued to read the script. She used to be able to recite the script after reading it once, without having to memorize it deliberately. As long as she entered the performance state, every word would naturally flow to her mouth. This is a talent, born with it, unique, commonly known as God's gift, which cannot be learned.
What if God doesn't give her food to eat one day? What will happen
One by one, the black characters jumped into her mind, leaving only a shallow scratch. Only if she thought hard would it gradually become deeper. However, she did not have time to think slowly during filming.
Lu Yinbing inserted his fingers into his hair and rested his forehead on his palms, trying to calm himself down as much as possible, repeating the lines from the first scene quickly.
The areas that manage memory and emotion are damaged.
Have you forgotten anything recently
It may have an impact on life, but I am not sure in which aspect it will happen.
The doctor's words suddenly popped into her mind. Lu Yinbing froze and raised her head in disbelief. Her face turned pale and she murmured, "Why is this happening?"
Xiaoxi squatted at her feet, her body pressed against her legs. She was very sensitive to her reaction and suddenly raised her head. Then she heard Lu Yinbing mumbling something, asking why it was like this. Xiaoxi said, "It's just that I'm not in the right state for the moment. It will be fine."
Lu Yinbing kept shaking his head, as if to say to her, or to himself: "No, it's not like that. It won't be like that."
What is going on? Xiaoxi was so anxious, but she didn't dare to ask, for fear that Lu Yinbing would lose his temper.
Lu Yinbing suddenly stared at her and tightly grasped her wrist. Xiaoxi found that her fingers were shaking, as if she was grasping at a life-saving straw: "Listen to me recite the lines."
Xiaoxi took the script.
Lu Yinbing said, "Sir, I've wanted to say this a long time ago. I don't want to learn a craft, and I don't want to run this barber shop for the rest of my life. I don't like shaving people's heads at all, not at all! I want to go out and see the world. My former classmate wrote to me and said that she is now in Shenzhen. If I go there, I can work with her in a big factory. I'm smart, so I can learn computers. Computers have everything..."
She stopped talking.
Xiaoxi cautiously reminded: "I heard someone say..."
Lu Yinbing looked very bad, and Xiaoxi also fell silent.
She felt that Lu Yinbing was on the verge of exploding, and was ready to bear his anger. However, Lu Yinbing took back the script without saying a word and wrote something on his palm with a pen.
An hour later, the director came over to ask her if she had adjusted it. Lu Yinbing looked at her palm, nodded and went on. Xiaoxi followed and squeezed to the front, worrying for Lu Yinbing.
Given her state just now, only a fool would not notice that there was something wrong.
"Action!"
Director: “Cut.”
It happened in less than a second, so fast that it caught people off guard.
Director: "Yinbing, what are you reading? Let's begin."
"Ah?" Lu Yinbing stopped mumbling and said, "I'm sorry I didn't hear you. Let's start."
The director finally frowned for the first time.
"Action!"
The director's brows tightened. "Ka, Yinbing, you are too anxious. You are nervous, not desperate."
Lu Yinbing said: "I'll adjust it."
The director revealed a hint of impatience: "One minute."
If this person was not Lu Yinbing, he would have scolded him a long time ago.
The stage manager who had just left came back and snapped, “Action!”
…
When Lu Yinbing forgot his lines again and again, and looked hesitant for the last time, and although he said the lines correctly but was two seconds late, the director covered his face with his hands, let out a long sigh, and did not move for a long time.
People around began to talk in low voices. Lu Yinbing stood in the middle of the crowd and heard whispers coming from all directions.
"What's wrong with Master Lu? Why is he so upset?"
"I forgot the lines. I've worked with the director on several sets, and I've never seen anything like this. The director didn't even curse at me. Really awesome."
"Are you stupid? This is the best actress in the film industry. She has won three gold medals and the Silver Bear. The director still dares to scold her. She is a walking textbook of acting skills and is treasured by the industry."
"No way? Is this the level of a movie queen? I think I can pass it if I go up five times."
"I don't know either. Isn't it said that Lu Yinghou is known for getting one-take success? Are all the things said online fake?"
"Hearing is believing, so how did you get those awards?"
"Don't talk nonsense. I've seen Lu Yinbing perform live in other crews before. He definitely had a strong aura and shocked the whole audience. Something must have happened today. I guess he ran into something."
"Yes, yes, I've seen it too. Something must have disturbed his mind. I will cut off all ties with anyone who dares to say bad things about me again."
The questioning voices weakened, and most of them turned into the same question: "What's going on?"
Lu Yinbing suddenly strode out, and the audience was immediately silent. Everyone looked at each other, but no one looked at Lu Yinbing. Lu Yinbing walked in front of the director, who raised his head, barely raised the corner of his mouth, and said "Hmm?" in a good manner.
Lu Yinbing swallowed hard and said with difficulty: "I want to take two days off."
The director raised his eyebrows in surprise, thought for less than two seconds, and said, "Okay."
Lu Yinbing: "Thank you."
"Hey," the director called her, his eyes eager and sincere, "Get well soon, I'll be waiting for you here."
Lu Yinbing nodded and quickly left the shooting room.
Xiaoxi and several other assistants trotted after him, leaving behind only an inexplicable noisy sound. The director became more and more annoyed, clapped his hands, and raised his loudspeaker: "Stop talking, and prepare for the next scene."
The set became quiet again and returned to the familiar busy state.
Lu Yinbing walked quickly all the way. She was tall and had long legs, and Xiaoxi took small steps. In the end, she just ran after her. She waved her hand, sent away the assistants behind her, and chased after her alone.
Lu Yinbing suddenly stopped and Xiaoxi almost hit her back, then stood beside her quietly as a chicken.
Lu Yinbing stopped at an air inlet. The north wind was biting. Xiaoxi hugged herself. Lu Yinbing's sleeves were blown up by the wind. She realized that Lu Yinbing was only wearing a single dress from the play. She gritted her teeth and shivered as she took off her coat and put it on Lu Yinbing. Although it was a little small, it was better than nothing.
Lu Yinbing faced the wind, his eyes blank: "I can't remember the lines."
Xiaoxi comforted her and said, "If you can't remember, just remember it a few more times. You just recovered from your injury, so maybe you haven't recovered yet. Don't worry."
Lu Yinbing looked at her and said word by word: "I really can't remember the lines."
Xiaoxi held back her trembling and said, "Oh, it's okay, it's okay. Don't think too much." She was also scared.
Lu Yinbing said nothing, and walked a few more steps quickly, leaving the air inlet. Xiaoxi hurriedly followed him again. Lu Yinbing kept his head down, and suddenly, without warning, kicked the trash can on the side of the road, making a loud noise.