In the large garden of Prince Rui's mansion, Shen Jia, who had just finished filming a group scene in another courtyard, grabbed the hem of his long robe and trotted all the way to the other courtyard where Qi Cong was.
Xiao Han followed behind him carrying something, panting and shouting: "Jiajia, you, you slow down. It's not even half past seven. If you have time, don't run, be careful to hang up the costume."
"It's already here!" Shen Jia responded in front, and ran faster, "Don't chase, I'll go first, you come slowly behind."
"Really don't run anymore, you will sweat all your makeup for a while... eh!"
Shen Jia's figure was completely invisible after turning around a courtyard gate, Xiao Han couldn't really speed up when he was carrying things, so he reluctantly stopped and put down his things, took a breath on his knees, and raised his hands to wipe the sweat: "I've said it all. Makeup will flower... huh, there's still a scene."
Behind the courtyard gate is a small garden, and the other courtyard is at the south corner of the small garden.
After running through the courtyard gate, Shen Jia slowed down a little, and identified the direction with the scattered lights hanging in the garden. After confirming, he was about to continue to run faster when a hand suddenly stretched out from the tree beside the flower bed and grabbed it. He grabbed his arm, and then a slightly heavy male voice came: "Where is Mugong?"
Shen Jia was almost scared to death by this grab, and her body was forced to brake suddenly. She turned her head to look at the place where the sound came from, and saw Gu Xun's figure in a black shirt that was almost blending into the night, her eyes widened, and she gasped in fear. After a few breaths, I couldn't believe it: "Gu Xun? Why are you here?"
Gu Xun let go of Shen Jia's arm, and asked again, "Where is Mugong?"
"Brother Cong is filming in another courtyard. No, why are you-"
"Where is the other courtyard? Take me there."
"Ah!" Shen Jia suddenly shouted, grabbed Gu Xun's right wrist wearing a watch and looked at the time, anxious, and walked towards the other courtyard, turned back and said to Gu Xun, "I'm going now Bieyuan. Hurry, hurry up, Brother Cong's play starts at 7:30, and it will be 7:40."
Gu Xun frowned when he heard this, and hurriedly followed Shen Jia's footsteps.
In the yard.
Under the guidance of Director Guo, Qi Cong and the young actor walked through the positions again, and then the two took their places and prepared to officially start filming.
All departments made preparations again. Qi Cong walked behind the desk and put the crutches back on the wheelchair. Just as he was about to push the wheelchair to the front of the Bogu frame, his ears suddenly caught a familiar voice. He stopped and looked up through the window beside the desk toward The sound came out and looked.
Outside the study, Shen Jia's figure suddenly staggered and appeared under the corridor lamp. The eyes of the two met through the half-opened window, and then Shen Jia immediately raised his hand and waved at Qi Cong, shouting, "Come on Brother Cong! Don't be nervous."
Behind Shen Jia, Zhao Zhenxun slowly walked out of the shadows. He patted Shen Jia and motioned for Shen Jia to whisper, then waved to Qi Cong, asking Qi Cong to hurry up and prepare for the shooting.
Qi Cong smiled when she saw Shen Jia, raised her hand to respond to Shen Jia's refueling, then withdrew her gaze, and pushed her wheelchair to Bogujia.
Outside the study, after Qi Cong's figure disappeared, Shen Jia withdrew her hand, looked suspiciously at the dark place behind the porch where the lights couldn't shine, and asked, "Why are you pushing me? And why don't you go and say hello to Brother Cong? Did he refuel, why did he hide?"
Gu Xun's eyes still fell in the direction of the study, as if he could see Qi Cong's figure walking to the Bogu shelf through the wall.
After a few seconds, he looked back, looked at Shen Jia and replied, "Don't tell Gonggong I'm back." Then he looked at Zhao Zhenxun again, "He can't be distracted now."
Zhao Zhenxun let go of the frown that had been frowning ever since he received Gu Xun's call, held down Shen Jia who still wanted to speak, and said to Gu Xun, "Then pay attention to yourself, don't make any noise that Qi Cong finds out. "
Gu Xun nodded, and his eyes fell to the direction of the study again.
So Zhao Zhenxun ignored Gu Xun and took Shen Jia to the place where the camera was more convenient to watch the shooting situation.
After the sound engineer was in place, filming officially began. The field recorder hit the board, and Qi Cong in front of the Bogu frame immediately entered the state. After glancing at the night outside the window, she slid her wheelchair and walked towards the desk.
The set was so quiet that Gu Xun, who was standing outside, could hear the sound of the wheelchair rolling from the study. Recalling the appearance of Qi Cong he had just seen, he inserted his hand into his pocket and tightened his fingers slightly.
Although I only saw a little silhouette, but—
A thin figure in a wheelchair appeared by the desk in the window.
Gu Xun's line of sight was immediately fixed, his footsteps instinctively moved forward, he moved and retracted restrainedly, rolled his Adam's apple a few times, and finally just changed the hand in his pocket to a fist, stepped back a little, and picked one that he could clearly see. From Qi Cong's point of view, carefully and inch by inch with his eyes, he traced and remembered what Qi Cong looked like at this time.
In the study, Qi Cong's attention was all on filming, and he didn't even notice that there was a "voyeur" looking at him outside the window. At this time, he is only You Changqing, the You Changqing who is full of eyes and only has plans.
He sat behind the desk, put away his crutches, and while thinking about the current situation, he picked up half of the military books he saw last night.
Qing Gujian was born, and the imperial court was in turmoil. At this time, if there was a chance to intervene in the frontier defense military affairs, or if there was an opportunity to send You Changfeng to the Northwest Han generals... Fingers turned over the pages of the book, the relationship between the imperial court and the court unfolded in his mind, a new The plan gradually took shape.
He put down the military book, took out the paper, spread it out, dipped the pen in ink, and began to write the contact letter in code.
Familiar footsteps approached, and the scent of tea wafted.
"Master, it's time to rest."
The letter slowly took shape, and he didn't look up. After writing the current sentence, he waved his hand toward the place where the disturbance came when he was dipped in ink, then closed the pen and carefully finished writing the plan in his mind.
As such, it should work.
He confirmed the contents of the letter one last time, put the pen back, and reached for the letter.
"Card! Pass! Prepare for the second seat, make up a few close-ups!"
The studio became noisy, Qi Cong stepped out of You Changqing's role, looked around at the staff who started activities, and looked down at the letter in his hand, feeling a little unreal.
His first play was just... over
He sat for a while, and then, with a sense of joy, put down the letter and got up.
It's good to pass.
There was a faint sound outside the window, he returned to his senses, looked sideways, and saw a hazy tree shadow outside the window. He vaguely felt that something was not right, and just as he was about to take a closer look, a figure suddenly pounced in front of him.
"Brother Cong!" Shen Jia approached Qi Cong with excitement and joy on her face, "Brother Cong, you are amazing, you have passed! I didn't even know you just now, you did a great job!"
Qi Cong was caught by Shen Jia, and replied with a smile, "It's good not to hold everyone back."
The successful filming of the first scene made Director Guo in a good mood. Taking advantage of this momentum, he pulled Qi Cong to make up a few close-ups of sliding wheelchairs, taking crutches, transferring seats, and laying out paper for writing.
When making up the close-up, Qi Cong's performance once again surprised all the staff by surprise.
In the zoomed-in lens, the fair and beautiful fingers firmly pinched the dark wolf hair soaked in ink, and skillfully moved the paper on the paper. As he moved, a line of calm and sharp traditional Chinese gradually appeared...
Most of the people present didn't know that Qi Cong was good at writing.
Everyone was a little surprised - it turns out that Qi Cong's writing is so beautiful.
Everyone's eyes couldn't help but settle on Qi Cong's hand and pen, and some people couldn't help leaning over to look at it.
Director Guo knew that Qi Cong was good at writing. Zhao Zhenxun mentioned this when he asked Qi Cong for the role, but he never confirmed it with his own eyes.
He looked at the strong and eye-catching handwriting in the camera, and at Qi Cong's serious attitude even if his face was covered by a mask, he just felt that the rumors were harmful, and the more he looked at Qi Cong, the more pleasing to the eye.
This is a good seed.
"Okay, let's go. Qi Cong, take a rest, each department is going to shoot the next one. Lao Hu! Lao Hu, go and help me see why Director Wang hasn't come yet. Shen Jia is sitting here for the play together over there. It's been a long time, why hasn't he seen anyone yet!"
The staff member who was called Lao Hu responded and trotted out of the study with his mobile phone.
Qi Cong heard the words and looked over, Director Guo just happened to look over, the two looked at each other, Director Guo smiled at Qi Cong.
Director Guo took two steps forward to Qi Cong, picked up the letter Qi Cong wrote during the first shooting from a shelf, glanced at it, then looked at Qi Cong, and said, "I noticed it before. , the content of this letter, you wrote it yourself?"
Qi Cong was taken aback by the question. He nodded yes, and then asked, "Is it inappropriate? Sorry, I didn't think about the feature before, so I just made up the content of the letter."
"It's alright, no need to apologize, the content of this letter looks good to me. Do you mind if I take it away?"
Qi Cong put down his heart, shook his head and said, "It doesn't matter, you can do whatever you want."
"Okay, then you take a rest, I'll come to give you a play and take a seat later."
Qi Cong nodded.
Director Guo took the letter and left, and Qi Cong watched him leave. Thinking of the following two scenes, he breathed out lightly without a trace.
Today, his entire play is a death play, but for the convenience of filming, this play has been roughly divided into three parts, namely before You Changqing learned of the plan, You Changqing was shocked by the bad news, and You Changqing was poisoned Fatal death.
The one I just went through is the first one, and it is also the best one. The latter two, one with great emotional fluctuations and one with complex emotional levels, all test acting skills.
Qi Cong couldn't help but think of Gu Xun again. For Gu Xun, these two scenes should be very simple.
He suddenly couldn't sit still, and was about to get up to go to Yuanyuan to get his mobile phone, when Yuanyuan came over with his script and mobile phone.
"Brother Cong, your phone vibrated just now. Also, here, your script, Brother Zhao said you might want to read it. Also, he told you to sit here and rest, you don't have to go to him, lest Jia Jia troubles you."
Qi Cong sat back in the chair, looked at where Shen Jia and Zhao Zhenxun were, and saw what they were talking about with their backs facing each other, looked away, thanked them, and took the phone.
Yuanyuan smoothly checked Qi Cong's makeup again, and then turned to leave. After Qi Cong waited for her to leave, she immediately lowered her head and turned on the phone that was flashing a message.
A WeChat message was lying on the prompt bar, from Gu Xun.
Qi Cong sat up unconsciously and opened the message.
Gu Xun: The premiere received a good response. I lend you my luck today, and I wish you a successful shoot tomorrow.
The response was good.
Qi Cong's heart fell back into her stomach, she sat up straight and relaxed, typing.
Qi Cong: Congratulations. thanks.
After the message was sent, he waited for a few seconds, but he didn't get a response, so he sent another message that he was busy for a while, and we'll talk again later, and then he restrained his phone and put it aside, sorted out his emotions and picked up the script - Gu Xun He has been accelerating forward, and he has to work hard to catch up.
Outside the study window, Gu Xun looked at Qi Cong who picked up the script and read it carefully behind the desk, his eyes swept over his lips that were exposed outside the mask because he was serious and unconsciously pursed, and his hands that were slightly hidden by his long hair, and looked again. Messages on WeChat, press to turn off the phone.
"I'm reading the script again. I really don't know what's so good about a script with just a few lines. It makes me pretend to be the main character."
Gu Xun paused, then frowned fiercely, put away the phone and looked at the place where the sound came from.
"What are you mumbling about!"
Not far away, Director Guo appeared out of nowhere, frowned and stood in front of a staff member holding a prop, and reprimanded: "All actors should read more scripts, this is responsible for their roles and their own lives. Don't let me hear you say these ignorant words again, go to work!"
The staff responded slightly in a panic, and ran away with the props.
Gu Xun's frowning brows loosened slightly, and he looked back, and was about to continue "looking at the husband through the window", when Yu Guang suddenly noticed a slightly fat figure standing two steps away from him, and seemed to be looking at him .
Found by staff
He frowned, looked sideways, and then met Wang Peng, the chief director of "The Legend of Qing Dynasty".
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