Ling Shangyao thought with all his heart that Wen Run would never be able to avoid this blow. Although the long sword in his hand was not sharp, the tip of the sword was sharp, and it was not difficult to cut a person's face with momentum. As long as Wen Run's face hurts, he doesn't believe that the crew won't change people. "Yan Wu" was supposed to be in his pocket, but Wen Run robbed him halfway. From the moment he heard the news, he wished he could tear Wen Run's face off with his own hands.
He even thought about the reason. Anyway, there are so many incidents of coercion, and Wen Run is just a nameless little transparent. Isn't it clear at a glance who the crew will help
He planned well, and even almost couldn't hide the deep malice in his eyes when he swung his sword and rushed over, but he didn't expect that Wen Run escaped his attack with a backflip.
His movements froze just like that, with a surprised expression on his face. Seeing that he was about to collide with him again, Wen Run, who did a backflip in the air, clenched the sword in his hand and blocked it heavily. The two long swords intersected and made a crisp "duang—" sound. Wen Run managed to stabilize his figure, Ling Shangyao But he was not so lucky, he dangled in the air, and before he recovered from the shock, he let go of the long sword and dropped it.
Next, Li yelled "ka" with anger.
The staff hurriedly put the two of them down, stepped on the ground with warm feet, and looked at Ling Shangyao with a pair of clear and lingling black eyes. He was wearing makeup, and his slightly round eyes were elongated, and his long eyebrows were flying. , the tails of his eyes were slightly raised, and when he looked at people, there was a sense of coldness, the long sword was still held in his hand, and there was a cold light flashing between slight movements, as if he really was the black-clothed guard who killed people without blinking an eye .
"Your action is wrong."
It was just a casual sentence, neither blaming nor questioning. But Ling Shangyao felt guilty when he was asked. He subconsciously wanted to take a step back, but when he realized it, he stopped abruptly, and said with an ugly face, "Sorry, I'm too nervous."
Wen Run didn't say anything. When Ling Shangyao rushed towards him, the malice in his eyes was real. But he couldn't make a fuss with unsubstantiated things, after all, the filming had to continue.
Costumes and harnesses have been rearranged. Wen Run stood back to the starting position, waiting to start again.
The staff had already picked up the fallen sword and handed it to Ling Shangyao, and the martial arts instructor also stepped forward to demonstrate the moves to him again. Ling Shangyao nodded sullenly, stepped back and got on the horse again.
start again.
This time Ling Shangyao didn't dare to make any small moves. He rode his horse and galloped wildly. Wen Run on the opposite side jumped up with the help of Wia, and the long sword was unsheathed at the same time, and stabbed straight at him. The silver sword passed by with a cold light.
Ling Shangyao's heart suddenly stopped, and he stopped. When Wen Run's sword pointed in front of him, he just stared blankly, and didn't make the planned blocking action.
Wen Run could only hold a sword flower and retract the sword.
At this time, Ling Shangyao also realized that he had made a mistake again, so he forced a smile and apologized, "Sorry, it's my first time hanging on Wia, I'm too nervous."
Li didn't say anything, but those who knew him could already see the anger on his face, it was the eve of the storm.
Everyone returned to the original point and started again.
It is said that once you work hard, you will decline again, and you will be exhausted three times. Ling Shangyao seemed to confirm this sentence. He failed the first time he tried his tricks, and then he felt guilty. In addition, he had never filmed Diao Weiya's scene before, all kinds of factors added up, and he forgot to act in the third reshoot.
Do it again, the fourth time, the fifth time, the sixth time... the thirteenth time.
Ling Shangyao's face was already a little pale, he was resentful of Wen Run, and he was anxious at the same time, his mind wandered for a while, and after the director called "action", he stood there stupidly without moving.
"Are you here to film or to drag the whole crew down?"
Li Que's anger finally erupted after several times of backlog. He stared at Ling Shangyao coldly, "If the filming is not good, you should leave early! My crew doesn't raise trash!"
Ling Shangyao twitched his lips, and could only apologize in the end.
However, Li didn't want to save face for him. No matter who was in his crew, as long as he delayed the progress, he would not give face.
"Get ready for the next play."
This is to skip the fighting part and shoot directly behind. The staff didn't dare to breathe, the props team quickly rearranged the scene props, the lighting and photography were in place, and they left Ling Shangyao there and started to shoot the next scene.
The recorder of the board game was afraid that he would get angry with Li Que if he stuck in the camera, so he quickly asked Ling Shangyao's assistant to pull him down.
Because Ling Shangyao repeatedly NGed, the crew wasted more than three hours. This day, the filming took up three hours. Everyone was exhausted, but they didn't dare to complain, for fear that Li would get angry if he heard it.
Wen Run also hurts all over. Hanging Wia is not an easy job, not to mention that after more than three hours of tossing and tossing, he rushed to take another scene. Finally, he can rest. It feels like all the bones in his body are about to fall apart up.
Liu Feng unscrewed the water bottle to him, worried: "Are you okay?"
Wen Run shook his head, thinking that it would be better if he had a rest, so he asked Liu Feng to make a meal for himself, and sat on the small bench to eat without regard to his image.
It was completely dark when we returned to the hotel after dinner, Wen Run endured the pain and went to take a shower, and only after taking off his clothes did he find that his back, back and chest were covered with large bruises. Although protection had been added in the clothes, he had been tossing around for so long during the day and his skin was white, so looking at these bruises at this time was particularly scary.
Pressing on the bruise, Wen Run took a deep breath in pain. He was afraid that the injury would get worse tomorrow and affect the filming, so he had to put on his clothes again and asked Liu Feng to buy medicinal wine for himself.
Liu Feng took a look at his clothes, his eyes were red, and said that he should tell the director and go to the hospital tomorrow.
Wen Run shook his head, he wasn't a big name, but Diao Weiya's body was a little bruised, so it would make him look squeamish to ask for leave to go to the hospital. And when he first came into contact with filming, he also filmed the scene of hanging wire. At that time, he was inexperienced, and the injuries he caused were much more serious than now.
Seeing that he insisted, Liu Feng could only pick up his mobile phone and go out to buy medicine.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he opened the door, he ran into Chen Yun who raised his hand to knock on the door.
"Teacher Chen?" Liu Feng looked surprised, "Do you have something to do?"
Chen Yun smiled gently, "I think Wen Run has been struggling a lot with Wia today, I guess he needs this." He said as he picked up the small transparent bag in his hand and shook it. There are two bottles of medicinal wine inside.
Liu Feng immediately became happy, and let him open the door to welcome him into the house, "It's a coincidence, I'm going to buy it right now. Will it trouble you too much?"
"No trouble, I'm just ready." Chen Yun walked in with a smile on his lips, and saw Wen Run sitting cross-legged on the sofa, rubbing away the bruise on his waist, grinning in pain.
"Brother Wen, Teacher Chen brought you medicinal wine."
Wen Run turned his head, just now he was too concerned about the pain and didn't pay attention, when he saw Chen Yun coming with the medicine, he quickly put down his clothes and got up.
"The bruise has to be rubbed with medicinal wine, otherwise it will be worse tomorrow." Chen Yun handed him the medicinal wine, "Do you need my help?"
How could Wen Run dare to ask him for help? Where is Chen Yun's cafe? He was already flattered to deliver the medicine in person, so he politely declined immediately, saying that he could do it.
Seeing that he was not reluctant, Chen Yun sat with him for a while before leaving.
Liu Feng rubbed the bruise on his back with medicinal wine, and still praised Mr. Chen for being so kind. Wen Run also felt that Chen Yun had taken good care of him since he joined the group, and even brought him medicinal wine today. He vaguely felt that the other party was too kind to him. Although Chen Yun usually had a gentle personality, Wen Run had never seen him care so much about other people.
After thinking about it for a while, Wen Run felt that Chen Yun didn't seem to be malicious, so he simply gave up thinking about it.
But after Chen Yun returned to the room, his assistant also had a weird expression on his face, "Send me some medicinal wine, can I just go?"
"Entrusted by others." Chen Yun shook his head with a smile, and went back to his room to rest. After avoiding the assistant, he turned on his cell phone and sent a message back to his friend, [The medicinal wine has been delivered, and people have seen it, the injury is not serious. But I think that Ling Shangyao probably hates him. ]
In their line of work, as long as they are dedicated, it is inevitable that they will suffer from large and small injuries. I didn't expect his friend to be so worried. Thinking of that Ling Shangyao again, he was so stupid, did he really think that he hid it so well that others couldn't see it at all
It took a while to get back the message, and there were only a few words, [Thanks, I will solve it. ]
Chen Yun shook his head and laughed. For a moment, he was a little curious about what the two of them were playing, and he insisted on secretly caring about it, even he was not allowed to mention it.
The air pressure of the crew has been very low these days. All the staff tensed up, for fear that something might go wrong and the director would be kicked out. Even the entertainers chatted less with each other, and hurried back to the hotel after the show, not daring to stay longer, but Li Que's black face was really scary.
Xiao Xiao secretly complained to Wen Run, "That Ling Shangyao is really an embroidered pillow, which is not very useful. How did this kind of acting become popular at that time?"
Wen Run sighed, annoyed too. That martial arts scene couldn't finish filming smoothly in the end, so I skipped the latter part directly. There should be no problem in normal scenes without martial arts scenes. Who knew that Ling Shangyao was like a puppet man, with stiff movements, not to mention stiff expressions, even The lines are not memorized.
However, Prince Zhenbei's role in the role is quite a lot, even more than Yan Wu's role. The prince of Zhenbei was a dandy when he first appeared on the stage, but then the country was in turmoil, King Zhenbei passed away, and the palace was in turmoil. With the support of his elder sister, he inherited the title and had to assume the responsibility of protecting the entire family.
If this role is played well, although it is annoying in the early stage, it will never be inferior to Yan Wu.
However, Ling Shangyao didn't live up to it, and dragged the entire crew's hind legs by himself. Li Que was acting like a fort the past few days, sitting there chug and pointing the muzzle at Ling Shangyao to bomb.
The atmosphere in the crew was sluggish, not only the director Li Que, but also other people began to complain about Ling Shangyao's delay in private.
The author has something to say: Mr. Ye, observe secretly.jpg