Standing a few steps away, Yuanyuan and the others, who wisely did not disturb Qi Cong's reading of the script, saw this, so they each grabbed their tools and stepped forward. Yuanyuan took out a puff to touch up Qi Cong's makeup, while Jiang Meng went around behind Qi Cong to give it to Qi Cong. He combs his hair and arranges his clothes.
Zhao Zhenxun, who was busy all afternoon and didn't have time to rush back until dinner time, also took a few steps forward, walked in front of Qi Cong, and said to Qi Cong who was looking at him: "Don't be under pressure, you are a newcomer, it's normal to always be ng at the beginning. Yes, it's better to improve gradually."
Qi Cong responded in a low voice, looked around, and asked, "Where's Jiajia?"
"He still has a scene, and he will come over after filming."
Deputy Director Guo began to direct the miscellaneous staff to leave the venue. Zhao Zhenxun looked back over there, then turned to look at Qi Cong again, and said, "Play well."
Qi Cong nodded.
Five minutes later, the other courtyard study was cleared. Yuanyuan and Jiang Meng have also helped Qi Cong clean up, and they each took their tools and walked around the field. Before leaving, Yuanyuan made a cheering gesture to Qi Cong.
The originally crowded study was restored to spaciousness after everyone left. The lighting engineer finally adjusted the lights and turned off several peripheral headlights for lighting.
The light in the study was instantly weakened, and there was a feeling of deep night. In the flickering candlelight, Qi Cong, dressed in a sky-blue robe, stood alone in front of the ancient shelf in the study. Half of his body was in the light, and half of his body was in the darkness. His face was covered by a black mask. generally.
"Qi Cong, don't move."
Qi Cong, who was adapting to the light, blinked when he heard the words, but did not move.
Deputy Director Guo stood behind the host and instructed the cameraman to adjust the angle again. He looked at the integration of Qi Cong and the scene under the camera, nodded with satisfaction, and said to Qi Cong, "Qi Cong, go towards the desk. , remember that you are now You Changqing. Relax, we are just auditioning and passing positions, not a formal filming."
Qi Cong didn't move when he heard the words, but looked at Assistant Director Guo and said, "Wheelchair and crutches."
The low and gentle, slightly sandy voice spread in the too quiet studio, and with Qi Cong's appearance at this time, it made people want to rub their arms.
Many staff members who had not heard Qi Cong's voice before were stunned, and even Assistant Director Guo was silent for two seconds.
"... Ah yes!" Deputy Director Guo turned to look at a young actor who played the role of You Changqing's servant, and asked, "Where are your son's wheelchair and crutches?"
The young actor was asked to regain his senses, turned around and pushed out a brown wooden wheelchair from behind a shelf, and said, "Here, the crutches are pinned to the wheelchair shelf."
"Push over to your son."
The little actor looked at Qi Cong who was standing still in the corner, and when he touched the black veil on his mask and the faint outline of his eyes behind the black veil, he was inexplicably nervous, he lowered his head and pushed the wheelchair over and said, "Here, wheelchair."
"Thank you, sorry for your troubles." Qi Cong bent down towards the wheelchair and stretched out his hand, his upper body was completely removed from the darkness and placed in the light, his long smooth hair slipped over his shoulders, and a few strands fell in front of him. The pattern of bamboo leaves, like the originally static landscape, suddenly came to life, grabbing people's attention unconsciously.
The little actor was stunned. The set also became a little quieter.
Qi Cong didn't notice this. He adjusted the direction of the wheelchair, lifted the hem of his clothes and sat on it. He first determined the position of the crutches, then put his hands on both sides of the wheelchair armrest, and skillfully controlled the wheelchair to return to the position where he was just standing. Assistant Director Guo said, "Director Guo, I'm fine."
The poor gentleman Wen Ya sat in a wheelchair and cast his eyes in the depths of the candlelight... Director Guo's eyes lit up, he looked at Qi Cong who was under the camera, pushed aside the cameraman and adjusted the angle of the camera, saying, "OK Qi Cong, go to the desk for a while, then go behind the desk and pick up the book on the table, read it for a while, and then write. Uh, that... that little servant, don't be stunned, come out and wait for you The young master went to the desk to read a book, so you went in with the tea, and after putting down the tea cup, whispered, "Young master, it's time to rest." , you continue to read and write. Let's just try a scene here, and let's put the sudden bad news and poisoning later. I will give you time to get used to the feeling of shooting. Come on, all departments are in place, let's start! "
Everyone came back to their senses, and the lighting division and radio division hurriedly made preparations. The little actor also regained his senses. He looked at Qi Cong, who was facing him in a wheelchair, stood for two seconds, and trotted out of the study.
After Director Guo spoke, Qi Cong clenched his hand tightly holding the wheelchair without a trace.
For the first time shooting, it would be a lie to say that he was not nervous, but... He looked at Yuanyuan, Jiang Meng, and frowning Zhao Zhenxun who were nervously watching from behind the camera. He closed his eyes and recalled Gu Xun's afternoon. Analyze and understand your own understanding of the role of You Changqing during this period of time, and slowly adjust your breathing.
Nothing to be nervous about, just do your best.
"Come on! All departments are in place, Qi Cong is ready, three, two, one, go!"
The scene was marked, and the scene was so quiet that only the sound of the camera equipment was running.
Qi Cong opened his eyes at the moment when the board beat sounded, his back was slightly straight, his chin was retracted, and his sitting posture seemed to be the same, but it was slightly different. He glanced in the direction of the window, then withdrew his gaze, leaned into the wheelchair, and slid toward the desk.
Gollum, gollum... The sound of the wheelchair rubbing against the floor continued.
Outside the arena, Jiang Meng and Yuanyuan watched the wheelchair move in the arena, their aura and expressions changed slightly. Qi Cong, who looked a little unfamiliar, grabbed each other's hands excitedly.
Zhao Zhenxun frowned slightly, glanced at Qi Cong's sitting position at this time, and felt a little at ease, moving his eyes to look at Director Guo, who was staring straight at the camera behind the camera.
The sound of the wheelchair stopped, Qi Cong stopped by the desk, and in front of him, a chair that should not have existed was quietly placed behind the desk, blocking his path and taking up the space where he parked the wheelchair.
The staff in charge of furniture placement was stunned for a moment, and then became annoyed. When he got up, he wanted to go to the director to admit his mistake, and then moved forward to remove the chair. In the end, before he could take a step, Qi Cong in the field suddenly reached out and touched the crutches on the side of the wheelchair, and then naturally and skillfully, as if he had done this thousands of times, he supported the desk with one hand and dropped the crutches with the other. Brace yourself, slowly get up from the wheelchair, and move yourself to the seat.
Only then did I find the chair that was in the way. Director Guo, who was about to interrupt the trial to train the furniture arrangement team, swallowed the words that had poured into his throat in time, signaled everyone to be quiet, and walked quickly to another seat. After that, he stared more closely at Qi Cong in the picture.
In the camera, after sitting up, Qi Cong seemed to touch the red gem on the cane unconsciously, then put the cane in a place where she could reach it, reached out and picked up a book on the desk and flipped through two pages. , then put the book aside, and again naturally and skillfully, as if it had been done thousands of times, reached out and took out a piece of paper, flattened it with a paperweight, and pressed it with a paperweight. write.
His series of actions are so smooth and smooth that there is no feeling of rigidity, just like he lives here and reads and writes here every day.
Director Guo looked at Qi Cong, who looked impeccably beautiful in every action under the camera, couldn't help but pushed the camera closer, then turned back and waved to the little actor who was waiting outside the study door.
The little actor who had already brought the tea cup received the signal, took a deep breath, lowered his head and carried the tea cup into the door, walked lightly and quickly to the desk, put the tea in the corner of the desk, and said in a low voice, "Master, it's time to rest."
The little actor's voice was dry, and his fleshly ears could hear the tension.
The atmosphere brought by Qi Cong broke, Guo Dao frowned, but did not stop.
Qi Cong maintained a steady writing speed from the time the little actor entered the door to when he put down the teacup, as if he didn't notice the appearance of the little actor.
At this time, the little actor made a sound, but he still did not change his posture, and his eyes were always on the paper.
Just when everyone thought he had forgotten what to do next, he suddenly stroked the paper, and then lightly waved his wrist at the little actor standing in front of the desk when he sent the pen to dab the ink—the action was elegant and casual. It's like a prince who has been in high position for a long time is calling his servants.
Director Guo saw the details of this action in the close-up camera. He couldn't help raising his eyes to look at Qi Cong, then smiled and clapped his palms and said, "Okay, that's what it feels like. Come on, everyone, prepare for the next one. Let’s officially shoot this part. U, that little servant, come here, I’ll tell you about the position again, you can’t go from here for a while, you have to go around, otherwise it will block the picture. Qi Cong, you come too.”
The quiet studio opened again with Director Guo's opening. Qi Cong, who had just finished dipping the pen in ink, relaxed her tight back slightly, put down the pen and stood up.
Then all the staff who looked at Qi Cong found that the invisible superior temperament that had just shrouded Qi Cong disappeared silently as Qi Cong got up at this moment.
Everyone couldn't adapt to this change, and couldn't help but keep their eyes on Qi Cong.
Director Guo found out, angrily and funny, and said to the surrounding: "What are you doing standing there stupidly, hurry up and work overtime?"
Only then did the staff return to their senses, and they took their eyes off one after another and spread out their busy schedules.
Qi Cong just walked up to Director Guo at this time. He noticed everyone's gaze, but he couldn't figure out why everyone was looking, so Bento didn't notice it, and when he approached, he called Director Guo, and then waited for orders.
Director Guo looked at Qi Cong, did not speak immediately, first looked up and down at Qi Cong's appearance, and then said with a smile: "Not bad, I was worried that you are a newcomer who is inexperienced and will be slow to enter the state, but I didn't expect it. You gave me a big surprise. The script didn't think too much, right? Tell me, what do you think about the chair behind the desk, keep it or throw it away?"
The reviews seem to be good, it looks like he didn't screw up the audition just now.
Qi Cong felt a little relieved when he mentioned it, and replied with certainty, "Stay."
"Why? Give me a reason. If you can convince me, I'll keep that chair."
Qi Cong looked back at the chair, remembered Gu Xun who was far away in Beishi, looked at Guo Dao and replied, "You Changqing hates her own imperfection, and has always wanted to look like a normal person, or even look better than normal. Man is better. This chair is his dignity and he won't lose it."
On the sidelines, Zhao Zhenxun who was about to find Qi Cong suddenly stopped, took out his vibrating mobile phone from his pocket, glanced at the incoming call, frowned, looked at Qi Cong again, and called out to Yuanyuan to give a few words. Then he turned out with his mobile phone, found a quiet corner to answer the phone, and asked, "Is something wrong?"
"Has the filming of Gung Gung started? Where?"
"..." Zhao Zhenxun raised his hand, pinched his eyebrows, and said, "I remember that the premiere of "Tianwen" is today."
"I don't need you, I saw Shen Jia."
The phone is hung up. Zhao Zhenxun put down his phone, looked at the screen for a while, then turned around and walked towards the entrance of the other courtyard with a dark face.