Du Zhui shouted "A", and according to the content of the previous rehearsal, the group performers began to riot.
In the boxing ring, Appeng was beaten by the opponent's boxers. This was a deal negotiated in advance. Appeng received a deposit from the owner of the boxing ring on the condition that he would lose to the opposing fighter.
Appeng was pressed by the opponent to the railing beside the boxing ring. He bowed his body and covered his head with a glove. The opponent's fist slammed down one after another.
Cao Ye stood behind the monitor and watched Liang Sizhe on the stage being forced by Zhou Ting to beat him on the railing. Although Zhou Ting raised his arms high and looked very imposing, in the camera it looked very fake, as if he didn't dare. Put his fist on Liang Sizhe.
"Cut!" Du chased and stopped, pointed at the loudspeaker, and called the two people on stage down to watch the scene just shot on the monitor, he pointed to the fight between the two, "Zhou Ting, don't be too hard, in the camera It looks very obvious, and it looks like a fake fight."
Zhou Ting grimaced, looking nervous and embarrassed: "Why do you really hit? I hit too hard and I really hurt Teacher Liang, what should I do?"
"It's a work-related injury," Liang Sizhe joked. "The investors are here. It's not your turn to lose money, isn't it, Mr. Cao?"
Cao Ye felt that he was probably not suitable for watching this fight. He had the same concerns as Zhou Ting - what if he let go of the real fight and injured Liang Sizhe? But since Liang Sizhe threw the words to him, he could only laugh and continue: "Don't worry, Liang Sizhe's accident insurance has the maximum insurance coverage."
The two sang together, although it was a joke, but Zhou Ting finally let go of some concerns and promised to fight in the next game.
Before taking the stage again, Liang Sizhe said to Du Zhui, "Director Du, don't call a, let's try it out for a real fight."
The two got into the boxing ring, bowed and set up their stance, Liang Sizhe decisively punched, Zhou Ting, a former professional boxer, reacted quickly, and immediately covered his face with gloves to defend, the boxing gloves collided, Zhou Ting could feel Liang Sizhe did not hold back, and fiercely punched. A punch, it's real.
He was hesitating whether to really fight against Liang Sizhe, when Liang Sizhe had already punched again, this time Zhou Ting quickly avoided the past.
The group performance under the stage was unclear at first, and it was unclear whether the filming had started, but their attention was quickly attracted by the stage. This time the real fight was different from the filming a few minutes ago, and it turned into Zhou Ting's continuous defeat. Liang Sizhe pressed step by step.
Someone shouted "Okay", and the voice seemed to be more excited than when they were just filming. The spirit of the group performance was mobilized, and there was no need for Du Chai to shout "a", and the noise off the field had already begun to clamor.
Zhou Ting was surprised by Liang Sizhe's strength and speed. He thought he could deal with it easily, but he didn't expect that he could not find anyone who could fight back when he was being pressed step by step. chance, and he was quickly forced back to the ropes of the ring.
Liang Sizhe put his hand away at this time, he took off his boxing gloves, took off his mouthguard, and raised his hand to wipe the sweat down his jaw: "I've been practicing boxing for more than a month, and it's not as good as you think. Weak, even if you really play, I will defend well."
Zhou Ting nodded again and again. Before the filming started, Du Zhui said that Liang Sizhe had practiced boxing, but he didn't take it seriously. It was only just now that he realized that the person in front of him was not Xiao Man, who was too suppressed to breathe, or Li Tian, who was transvestite. Lu Hechuan, who couldn't resist, was not a superstar Liang Sizhe who made people feel very distant. He was a wild dog-like underground boxer Appeng. Although his movements were not as standard as a professional boxer, he had a posture of fighting for his life.
When the shooting started again, Zhou Ting finally found his state. He cast aside his concerns and forced Liang Sizhe to the railing of the boxing ring, and his fist fell heavily.
Xiaomeng mingled with the crowd, squeezed in front of the boxing ring and shouted, "Dad, hurry up, Daddy, run away... Don't hit my dad!"
Liang Sizhe's back was against the railing, and Zhou Ting punched it down, causing his entire back to stretch into a bow, and he groaned in his throat.
The sound made Zhou Ting panic for a second, then immediately stopped and asked, "Mr. Liang, did I hurt you just now?"
Liang Sizhe frowned slightly: "Director Du didn't call cut, why did you stop by yourself?"
"I think I just hit you with that punch..."
Du Zhui got up from behind the monitor, walked to the front of the stage and asked, "This is a good one, why did it stop?"
The group performance under the stage was also unclear. There was a commotion, and Xiaomeng's brewing emotions were interrupted, and he shouted: "Brother Si Zhe has been beaten!"
Cao Ye also walked over and looked at Liang Sizhe. Liang Sizhe smiled at him. He didn't look injured, so he breathed a sigh of relief.
Because of this accident, this scene has to be retaken.
Shooting several times in a row, there are always accidents. After a few times, the group performance was obviously not as high as it was at the beginning. Xiaomeng's emotions were interrupted several times in a row, making it more and more difficult to enter the play.
The more anxious, the more Zhou Ting could not get into the play, except for Liang Sizhe, who seemed to be in a very poor state.
Cao Ye watched Liang Sizhe being pushed against the railing and punched over and over again. He walked outside the studio, lit a cigarette and started smoking.
Du Zhui called "cut" again. Seeing that Zhou Ting was not in the state, the group performance also showed fatigue, so he had to pause the shooting and let everyone rest for a while.
Cao Ye put out the cigarette and walked to the boxing ring. Liang Sizhe squatted on one knee on the platform that was more than one meter high and looked down at him: "Didn't you mean to accompany me to quit smoking?"
"Did you get hurt just now?" Cao Ye's eyes fell on his waist.
"It's okay," Liang Sizhe raised his hand to touch his hair, "in public, keep your eyes down."
"...I want to see if you're injured!" Cao Ye exploded again. Seeing Liang Sizhe smiling at him, he paused. Then he looked at the tired and paralyzed group behind him, but no one came. After the few shots just now, everyone's throats were hoarse. The crew brought the throat lozenges over, and the group actors were sharing the throat lozenges.
"Can it still be filmed in this state?" Cao Ye asked. Although he knew that the movie was like this, it was made by countless shots, but after spending an afternoon in the set, he couldn't help but feel restless, especially his boyfriend. Still being beaten over and over again, it looks... it hurts.
"Why don't we shoot again tomorrow," Cao Ye said. "There's no need to hurry up, let Zhou Ting go back and look for a good state, and the group performers can also recover their energy, or do you want to use a stand-in?"
Liang Sizhe smiled: "Cao Ye, you...you are so soft-hearted, and you said you wanted to be a director back then, but you can't be as soft-hearted as you when you are a director."
"Then grind it over and over again?" Cao Ye asked him.
Liang Sizhe didn't answer directly, looked at him and asked, "Which one do you think worked best just now?"
Cao Ye thought about it and didn't say any of the scenes he had filmed. Instead, he said, "I didn't call a in that scene." He was talking about Liang Sizhe's fight against Zhou Ting, which was improvised and not written in the script.
"I also think," Liang Sizhe looked at the group speeches under the stage, "so I was thinking, instead of tossing the group performers and the children over and over again and interrupting their emotions, I might as well try to film them to the end, and put their emotions first. Capture it in place, as for the boxing shots on stage, you can actually make up for it later.”
"You mean one shot to the end?" Cao Ye pondered his proposal, "It's a good idea, but the camera positions on the scene have to be rearranged, and the requirements for the cameraman are also higher... Moreover, I want to let the off-stage group performers and small It's actually more difficult for you and Zhou Ting to jump into the play."
"Let Zhou Ting fight as a real boxing match, without giving him so many constraints, maybe he will play more naturally. Do you think it is feasible?"
"It's feasible, it's feasible, it's just..." Cao Ye looked at Liang Sizhe, "Let him fight like a boxing match, can you stand it?"
"Try it." After Liang Sizhe finished speaking, seeing Du Zhui looking this way, he raised his arm and waved, and when Du Zhui came over, he said, "I just discussed it with Cao Ye, and I think I can try it. Try it out."
Liang Sizhe has worked as a director. Although he has failed both at the box office in word of mouth among the audience, the industry's evaluation of the film is not bad. From the director's point of view, he analyzed the feasibility of one shot to the end. After Du Zhui listened to it, he felt that he could try .
Du Zhui then called Zhou Ting over and asked him to completely abandon the script and play it like a boxing match.
Zhou Ting raised concerns: "But it's not written in the script that Appeng was pushed into a corner at the beginning, and finally rebounded and won the game? Then when should I stop and change from attacking to defensive state? ?"
"Don't worry about it," Liang Sizhe said, "just fight me."
An hour later, Du Zhui rearranged the seats, and re-told the scene to Qun Yan and Xiaomeng, saying that this one on stage would overturn the original arrangement of the script, and there would be a real fight.
The group performers lacked interest and only regarded Du Zhui's words as inspiring speeches.
However, Liang Sizhe and Zhou Ting on stage set up a posture, different from the script, this time it was Liang Sizhe who punched first, and he took the lead in throwing away the script, making Zhou Ting and the group performers believe that this time it was really coming.
Zhou Ting raised his gloves to cover his head, and after taking a few steps back, he found the gap to attack and defend, and waved his fist to reverse the disadvantage.
Liang Sizhe did not immediately retreat like the script did. He protected his face and punched again decisively. When the opponent leaned back to avoid him, he swept his short legs and tripped Zhou Ting out by half a meter.
Soon, Zhou Ting on the stage and the group performers off stage realized that Liang Sizhe did not follow the script, but he did it for real.
The boxing skills he used aroused Zhou Ting's desire to win as a boxer. Zhou Ting's emotions were aroused. After rolling over on the ground, he rushed over and hugged Liang Sizhe's legs, and turned his elbows towards Liang Sizhe. A blow to the back of his knee.
But Liang Sizhe was more flexible than he imagined. While bending his knees, he locked Zhou Ting with his legs, got up on his knees, and punched Zhou Ting in the back.
The fight on the stage began to be staged, and the mood of the group performance under the stage was immediately mobilized.
Du Zhui's voice came from the loudspeaker: "A!"
The set was dimly lit, creating the atmosphere of a hysterical duel in an underground boxing ring.
The men under the ring were all shirtless, waving their arms, and screaming at the two men in the ring, venting their excess energy that had nowhere to release.
Garbage, swear words and sweat filled the underground ring. The crude electronic screen on the stage displayed the amount of the bet, and the amount on the other side was much higher than that on Appeng's side.
The voices from the field are one after another:
"Hit!"
"Work harder, don't act like a bitch!"
"Didn't eat?! It's boring!"
Xiaomeng's voice was hidden in the crowd. He stood in the first row and jumped up and shouted, "Come on, Dad! Dad beat him!"
Appeng blocked his face with his boxing gloves, and his opponent slammed punch after punch, forcing him to retreat steadily, and was forced to retreat to the ropes of the boxing ring.
Seeing that the winner was going to be decided off the court, the shouting suddenly became boiling: "Beat him, okay! Fuck him, work hard!"
Appeng was pressed against the railing of the boxing ring, and the opponent's fist slammed down effortlessly.
Xiaomeng's voice was mixed with crying: "Come on, Dad! Come on, Dad..." He grabbed the railing and tried to climb up, "Don't hit my dad, don't hit..."
The staff of the boxing ring came up and dragged him down with his collar.
On the electronic display, the bet amount of the opponent's boxer rose rapidly, and the gap between the two sides became more and more obvious.
As long as you endure for a few more seconds, the bargaining chip negotiated with the boxing ring owner can be cashed out.
At this time, Xiaomeng's exhausted cries reached his ears through the noisy crowd: "Don't hit my father, please, uncle, please leave him," he clawed at the ropes of the boxing ring, " My dad is going to die..."
Appeng bowed his body and hid behind the boxing gloves. Suddenly, his head exerted force, thrusting him into the opponent's abdomen, and then he punched hard, hitting the opponent's jaw. The opponent's braces flew out.
The audience was silent for a second, and then the audience realized that they had made a wrong bet, and cursed and placed more bets on Appeng's side.
The two people on the stage were entangled together. Appeng pressed his knees against each other's waist, and his fists fell like raindrops, hitting each other so tightly that he held his head tightly, unable to fight back.
"Cut!" Du Zhui shouted from behind the monitor.
This one shot was unexpectedly smooth in the end. The atmosphere of the group performance was more exciting than any previous one, and Xiaomeng's emotions were also in place. Until Du Zhui called to stop, Xiaomeng was crying and hiccups. .
Du Chai came over and said to the loudspeaker, "Everyone is doing very well! Take a rest, we'll take a few close-up shots later and we'll be able to call it a day."
After he finished speaking, Liang Sizhe and Zhou Ting, who were on the stand, said, "Aren't you injured? The effect of this game was great, and Zhou Ting played it very naturally."
"I actually didn't play..." Zhou Ting scratched his head guiltily, "I just went with Teacher Liang. You can't tell that you have only practiced boxing for a month."
"Don't think I can't see that you are giving me strength behind you." Liang Sizhe smiled, took off his gloves and handed it to Song Qingyan, took the water she handed over, and took a few sips with his head up.
Song Qingyan handed him the towel again, Liang Sizhe wiped the sweat from his face and neck with the towel, and hung the towel around his neck.
He took the water and walked over to watch the monitor with Cao Ye: "Is this game okay?"
"It's good enough, it should be enough to make up a few more scenes." Cao Ye turned his face and glanced down, "Did Zhou Ting hit you in the waist just now? Are you injured?"
Liang Sizhe held his wrist and walked towards the lounge: "Come with me." He called again, "Song Qingyan."
"Hey." Song Qingyan followed.
"Have you brought the spray?" Liang Sizhe asked as he walked.
"What spray? Injured from bruises?" Song Qingyan didn't have as long as their legs, so he trotted to follow, "Brother Si Zhe, are you injured?"
"Shh," Liang Sizhe turned his head, put his index finger on his lips, and pushed the door into the lounge, "Find out the spray."
"Why did he hide and tuck him when he was injured?" Cao Ye turned his head and asked Song Qingyan, "Is he like this before?"
Song Qingyan was standing on the edge of the chair by the window, bent over to look for the spray, and replied, "Nothing."
Liang Sizhe glanced at him: "Forget about other injuries, can you talk about your waist injury casually?"
He lowered his tone. Originally, he only intended to let Cao Ye hear clearly, but there was not much space in the lounge. Song Qingyan ran over to hand him the spray again, and listened to him for a while.
Song Qingyan immediately realized that Liang Sizhe seemed to have opened a dirty talk with Cao Ye just now. She coughed dryly, excused that there was something going on outside, and quickly slipped away.
Cao Ye felt that Song Qingyan seemed to have misunderstood something, but he didn't care about it and asked Liang Sizhe, "Is it serious? Do you want to go to the hospital?"
Liang Sizhe pressed his hand on the lower back: "It's not serious, but maybe it will affect other aspects, why don't you let me try it tonight?"
He was still in the mood to joke, and it didn't look too serious. Cao Ye smiled and said, "Fuck you, you can try the same below," he asked again, "Is it serious?"
"It's not serious, I twisted it a little," Liang Sizhe threw the spray to Cao Ye, "Give me some spray."
Liang Sizhe sweated a lot, and the sweat covered his well-textured body. He has broad shoulders and long legs, and a tall frame. He is not the kind of muscular body. When he is naked, he can see that the bones are covered with a layer of tight and beautiful muscles.
"Where did it go?" Cao Ye put his fingers on his waist, "Here?"
"Can."
"Or go further down?" Cao Ye's fingers got into his trousers waist and probed down.
Liang Sizhe smiled: "As you like." Then he turned his face to the side, exchanged a kiss with Cao Ye, and quickly separated.
There were many people in the crew, and Cao Ye didn't plan to do anything here. He shook the spray and sprayed it on Liang Sizhe's waist.
There were footsteps at the door, and Du Zhui pushed the door and came in: "Si Zhe, we'll confirm tomorrow's reshoots later..." Before he finished speaking, he saw two people standing next to each other, and then closed it with a bang. Door.
"Hey—" Cao Ye just said, and Du Zhui said from outside the door, "What, come out and look for me later."
The sound of footsteps is getting farther and farther, and this situation seems familiar.
Ten years ago, in the audition theater, this scene seems to have happened.
After a while, Liang Sizhe said leisurely: "Cao Ye, let me test you, what does the word stealing chickens and dogs mean?"