The chief director Wang Peng was not standing there alone. Behind him, Tang Mou, the chief screenwriter of "The Legend of Qing Dynasty", Lian Pengxing and Wang Yue, who had a scene to be filmed in another courtyard today, as well as their assistants, The makeup artist, and a few staff members who came to help, all stood there.
Everyone looked at Gu Xun with different expressions.
Gu Xun immediately made a gesture to Wang Peng, and then looked into the study window.
In the study, Qi Cong was still watching the script intently, and didn't notice the movement outside the window.
Everyone couldn't help but follow Gu Xun's gaze and turned to look at the window, and then the atmosphere became even more strange.
The chief director Wang Peng withdrew his gaze from the window, turned to face Gu Xun again, opened his mouth, and was about to speak when Gu Xun suddenly took the initiative to step forward and stretch out his hand towards him, and said in a low voice, "Sorry for interrupting the crew rashly. Qi Cong doesn't know that I'm here, I don't want to affect his filming, Director Wang, can you make it easier?"
Gu Xun said that his eyes swept over the group of people behind Wang Peng, and he nodded to the chief screenwriter Tang Mou, Lian Pengxing, and Wang Yue, then looked at Wang Peng again, and said, "It will be fine in a while. , When Qi Cong's filming is over, I will come back to apologize to you."
This is polite enough to use the word apology. After all, Wang Peng had seen a lot of wind and rain, and quickly digested the slightly strange situation at this time. He held Gu Xun's outstretched hand and said, "Mr. Gu, don't be so polite. Then... You are free?"
Gu Xun retracted his hand and replied, "Thank you." He took a step back into the shadows and looked into the study window again.
"… "
Wang Peng retracted his hand, turned his head and said to the group behind him, "Just pretend you haven't seen anything." After speaking, he looked at Gu Xun and Qi Cong, who was reading a book by the lamp in the window, and took the lead to leave.
Tang Mou and the others followed. Everyone couldn't help but turn their heads to look at Gu Xun when they passed by. Among them, Lian Peng Xing, who was walking on the inner side, followed Gu Xun's line of sight again after looking at Gu Xun. He looked towards Qi Cong in the window.
Inside the open carved wooden window, Young Master Tsing Yi was sitting by the desk, holding the scroll in one hand and his eyebrow in the other, his head slightly lowered, a few strands of long hair falling in front of him, and the warm yellow candlelight illuminated his profile, even if he was surrounded by The mask covers the eyebrows and eyes, but it still makes people feel quiet and beautiful.
Sometimes Pipa's half-covered face is more attractive than full-face, and... Although he doesn't want to admit it, Qi Cong's body proportions and shape are really good. is the scenery.
The relationship between looking up and being looked up to.
As he walked, Qi Cong's figure gradually disappeared. Lian Pengxing retracted his gaze and looked back at Gu Xun's position again.
"I don't know how deep the relationship between the two was back then, and how dazzling Qi Cong was back then, so that Gu Xun could still do such a thing for Qi Cong after three years like that, revealing this attitude."
Wang Yue, who was walking beside him, spoke suddenly, and even Peng Xing paused and looked sideways.
"It's very dazzling." Assistant Lian Pengxing who was walking behind them suddenly approached and whispered, "Netizens have picked up a lot of Qi Cong's past events, he has won many awards, he is proficient in everything about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, reading It's also very good, the Haiwen I read in college is the top 5 in the country."
Lian Pengxing stopped suddenly.
Wang Yue stopped, looked at Lian Pengxing suspiciously, and asked, "What's wrong?"
Lian Pengxing's assistant's expression changed, looked at Lian Pengxing cautiously, lowered his head and moved back a little.
Lian Pengxing glanced at his assistant, then looked at Wang Yue, smiled, and replied: "I remembered that I ordered some drinks for everyone before, and this meeting should have arrived. Xiao Liu, go and pick it up, takeaway. Can't get in."
The assistant called Xiao Liu nodded quickly, turned around and walked away quickly.
Wang Yue smiled: "Peng Xing, you are always so thoughtful, no wonder all the people who have worked with you are full of praise for you."
Lian Pengxing waved his hand with a smile: "No way, don't embarrass me. Well, let's go in, our last scene today is after Qi Cong, he is a newcomer, it will take a while, hurry up first Take a break."
"Alas." Wang Yue sighed when she heard the words, raised her hand and squeezed her shoulders, "I hope Qi Cong can get stuck for a while. I want to get off work early today, but I'm sleepy."
On the other hand, Director Guo has joined Director Wang and chief screenwriter Tang Mou. As soon as Director Guo saw Tang Mou, he handed over the letter in his hand and motioned for Tang Mou to read it.
"What is this?" Tang Mou wondered, took the letter and read it.
Wang Peng, who was standing next to Tang Mou, also followed.
A few seconds later, Tang Mou looked up at Director Guo, raised his eyebrows high, and asked, "Who wrote it?"
Director Guo gestured to Qi Cong behind the desk and said, "How about it, open your eyes. To be honest, I am shocked. Just this word, this literary skill and understanding of the plot, and then look at his appearance, let's earn money. Also, I just saw that his script was full of words, and I didn't know what it was written. His first play was basically one, and the details were particularly in place. He had thought and prepared carefully. of."
Wang Peng, who was on the side, took the letter and took a closer look at it when he heard the words, and suddenly said with a "tsk", "No wonder."
Director Guo didn't understand and asked, "Why?"
"No wonder Gu Xun is willing to feed the mosquitoes outside." Wang Peng returned the letter to Tang Mou and asked Director Guo, "Did you tell him the second scene?"
"not yet."
"Then I'll go." After saying that, without giving Director Guo a chance to refuse, he turned around and walked towards Qi Cong's location.
Qi Cong behind the desk was about to turn the script over a page when a hand suddenly reached out and tapped on the desk in front of him. He was stunned, looked up, and saw the chief director Wang Peng was standing at the desk looking at him, hurriedly put down the script and got up, calling: "Director Wang."
"Yeah. I'll shoot the next two scenes for you, and I'll tell you about them." Wang Peng dragged a plastic stool and sat down, also motioning for Qi Cong to sit down, looking at the script that Qi Cong put down, and asked, "Can I Have a look?"
Wang Peng to shoot
Qi Cong sat down, picked up the script and sent it over: "Please."
Wang Peng took over the script and opened it.
Qi Cong's script is not too thick. It's just over ten pages. It is much thinner than other actors' scripts, but compared with his scenes, it appears to be too thick.
Of the more than ten pages, only five pages were given by the crew, and the rest were all notes, including biography of characters, simulation of characters' growth experiences, psychological analysis of characters, etc. There was even a hand-drawn diagram of the relationship between the royal palace.
Wang Peng turned over them one by one, and then focused on the analysis Qi Cong wrote for today's death scene. After watching it, he was silent for a few seconds, put down the script and said to Qi Cong, "You have already understood the scene, so I won't tell you any more. .I'll tell you where to move for a while and where you need to pay attention to the camera. You need to start from here in your next scene..."
Qi Cong was busy and listened carefully.
Three minutes later, Wang Peng got up and announced the shooting of the remaining two. Everyone was stunned, including Qi Cong. Director Guo came over and asked, "Don't you go through the seat first?"
"No, just shoot directly, let Qi Cong enter the state as soon as possible. By the way, open all the cameras, let's shoot together."
Director Guo was more and more surprised: "The two together?"
"Together, keep the emotional continuity. Qi Cong, are you okay?" Director Wang suddenly looked at Qi Cong.
Qi Cong returned to his senses and looked at the stunned staff around him, Director Guo who frowned, and Zhao Zhenxun and Shen Jia who heard the movement not far away and looked over. He touched the phone by his hand, got up slowly, and nodded. : "I can try."
"Then you prepare, and the next one will be shot in five minutes."
The filming of the two together was settled in this way, and the studio became busy again. Yuanyuan and Jiang Meng hurriedly took their tools and trotted to Qi Cong to help him take away the script, comb his hair, and organize his clothes. Zhao Zhenxun and Shen Jia also came over.
Shen Jia said, "If we shoot together, isn't it a long shot? Brother Cong, don't be nervous, you, you..."
"You can." Zhao Zhenxun took Shen Jia's words, turned Shen Jia's overly nervous face away from Qi Cong's sight, and said to Qi Cong, "You've been preparing for so long, I think you can do it."
Qi Cong nodded.
A staff member came over with a blood bag to teach Qi Cong how to use it. Zhao Zhenxun didn't say more after seeing this. He reached out and grabbed Shen Jia, who was still trying to say something, and retreated to the seat.
Five minutes later, everything was ready. All cameras were opened, and Director Wang and Director Guo shot the camera together, one was responsible for the long shot, and the other was responsible for the close-up and close-up.
After Qi Cong sat back at the desk, the letter he wrote came back to him. After a while, he needed to take the letter and go to the window to send the credit pigeon out.
The radio engineer is confirming the final details. Unexpectedly, before the filming officially started, Qi Cong glanced sideways out of the window.
Because we will use carrier pigeons to send and receive letters at the window for a while, the position of the window has been rearranged by the crew, and a set of lanterns and a lighting board are added outside the window, which is brighter than before. The last time I looked at it was a blur of tree shadows, but this time I finally looked at it with shape and color.
Seems like nothing special.
"All departments prepare!"
Qi Cong regained his senses, withdrew his gaze, closed his eyes, and adjusted his breathing.
He is You Changqing. Just travel for a long time. Full of ambitions, he died in the unfortunate You Changqing.
"Three, two, one, go!"
Qi Cong opened his eyes after the on-the-spot record was played.
…
Outside the study, Gu Xun, who had retreated to the corner of the corridor in order not to interfere with the shooting, looked at Qi Cong's vague back in the gap of the window through the pillar, his brows furrowed, and he was a little anxious.
How is Wang Peng filming, Qi Cong is a newcomer, why didn't he rank Qi Cong first and then officially start filming? How can a newcomer know how to match the lens!
In case of frequent ng, then Qi Cong—
"Teacher Gu Xun?"
Gu Xun's thoughts were broken, and he looked towards the place where the voice came from.
Lian Pengxing, who was dressed in a moon-white costume, took a cup of coffee and turned into the corridor from the stone road on the side of the courtyard. Facing Gu Xun's unwelcome look, he smiled and said, "Director Wang said that he just asked the staff to rush you here. This behavior is too rude, let me give you a cup of coffee to make amends. By the way, he asked me to ask you if you want to sit in the rest area and wait. long time."
Gu Xun calmed down a little and replied, "No, thank Director Wang for his kindness and coffee." He said, withdrew his gaze, and looked in the direction of the study window again, "I'm right here."
Lian Pengxing ate a soft nail, but did not leave. He looked at Gu Xun's side face bathed in the night, walked to a position a step and a half away from Gu Xun's body, put the coffee on the wooden railing in the corridor in front of Gu Xun, and also looked in the direction of the study.
In the study, Qi Cong opened his eyes, and there was no trace of himself on his body.
He lowered his head, rolled up the letter he had just written a little bit, put it into the letter-passing paper tube, then stood up with his crutches in his hands, without using a wheelchair, he walked to the window with a little difficulty supporting the crutches.