Fang Jianyuan's house has a three-story building. The family lives on the second floor. The third floor is vacant for rent. The first floor is the facade. His mother runs a grocery store. His father works out of town all year round and can only go home during the holidays. During the summer vacation of his freshman year, there are only Fang Jianyuan and his mother at home.
At that time, the summer vacation had just started, and the weather was already hot and stuffy. In the afternoon, my mother went to the mahjong parlor next door to play mahjong. Fang Jianyuan was the only one in the small grocery store, sitting behind the counter while reading a book while guarding the business.
There was a floor fan in the corner, with its big head drooping and turning back and forth, making a creaking sound every time it turned, and the wind blowing out could not dispel the heat.
At this time, Yu Haiyang appeared in front of Fang Jianyuan for the first time.
Xia Xingcheng sat behind the counter, tidying up the table, spread out the book, and pressed it again.
Yang Youming was still standing by to let the makeup artist touch up his makeup. His assistant was a woman in her thirties named Li Yun, who had been working with him for many years, and was standing beside him at this time, joking with him.
Xia Xingcheng didn't deliberately stare at Yang Youming, but out of the corner of his eyes he noticed that Yang Youming's posture was very relaxed, and he might be the only one who would feel nervous before shooting.
Yesterday's shooting went well, but it didn't bring him the ease that others expected. Instead, it made him feel even more pressure. He was afraid that he wouldn't be able to catch Yang Youming's drama, and that he would not be able to satisfy He Zheng.
Also, when he sees Yang Youming now, he has an indescribable nervousness.
He Zheng greeted everyone to prepare, and the filming was about to begin.
Xia Xingcheng had already lowered his head and looked at the book, waiting for He Zheng to start.
"start!"
The scene suddenly quieted down, and the sound of the broken prop fan was suddenly very clear.
Xia Xingcheng looked down at the book, he didn't hear footsteps, but felt a shadow cast on the book in front of him, blocking the light outside.
So he raised his head and saw Yang Youming standing in front of him.
"What do you want to buy?" Xia Xingcheng swallowed subconsciously before asking.
Yang Youming put one hand on the counter. He glanced at the shelf behind Xia Xingcheng and said, "Bring me a pack of cigarettes."
Xia Xingcheng quickly stood up.
At the same time, He Zheng also called to stop.
"You feel too tight," He Zheng said to Xia Xingcheng, "he is just an ordinary guest now, why are you nervous?"
Xia Xingcheng nodded, he took a few deep breaths, and moved his neck and wrists, indicating that he was ready to start over.
He relaxed his posture a little.
Yang Youming walked in and said, "Bring me a pack of cigarettes."
Xia Xingcheng gave a soft "um", stood up and turned around to get a cigarette from the shelf.
At this time, Yang Youming walked straight in from the counter, and he looked into the small grocery store.
Xia Xingcheng didn't touch the cigarette, and suddenly turned around, "What kind of cigarette do you want?"
Yang Youming stopped and asked him, "Do you have a house to rent?"
A small advertisement for housing rental was posted at the door of the grocery store.
Xia Xingcheng said, "Wait a moment," he walked to the door and shouted to the mahjong parlor next door, "Mom!"
The filming stopped. He Zheng stared at the monitor again and said, "One more time, relax."
Shooting didn't go well.
In yesterday's passionate scene, Xia Xingcheng was completely taken away by Yang Youming. In today's first scene, He Zheng nodded with satisfaction after repeating it several times.
He Zheng said: "You are acting, but you can't do it without a trace of acting."
He Zheng is an uncompromising person, but he is very demanding and doesn't mind repeating it again and again, and insists on achieving a final result that satisfies him.
In this state, Xia Xingcheng could only feel more and more uncomfortable, and he was at a loss.
Yang Youming took the initiative to propose: "Take a rest."
He Zheng nodded.
Xia Xingcheng went back to his small reclining chair and sat down, took the tissue and wiped his sweat. After the makeup artist touched up his makeup, he grabbed a small fan and blew it on his face while watching the script spread out on his lap. , He really wanted He Zheng to tell him how to act, such as the tone of each line, the rhythm of each action, but He Zheng didn't say it, just told him to start over.
For him at present, having too much freedom has restrained his hands and feet, he dare not play, it seems that no matter how he plays, the director is not satisfied.
However, He Zheng is not the small directors he has worked with in the past, but the big directors he is still unable to refute.
Xia Xingcheng read the content of the script to be filmed today again.
Suddenly, someone crouched in front of him and handed him a bottle of ice water.
Xia Xingcheng looked up and found that the person turned out to be Yang Youming, and immediately stood up with a thump in his heart.
Yang Youming put his hand on his knee to stop him from getting up, and said, "I asked Li Yun to buy it, let's drink it." After speaking, he unscrewed the bottle cap and handed the water to Xia Xingcheng.
Xia Xingcheng took it and didn't drink, he said, "Brother Ming, sit down first."
Yang Youming was still squatting in front of him, looking up at him slightly when he spoke, "Did I make you nervous or did He Zheng make you nervous?"
Xia Xingcheng was stunned for a while, and he said, "I'm sorry." Because he dragged Yang Youming down.
Yang Youming smiled, his eyes curved with a gentleness that could not be expressed in words, he said: "I am Yu Haiyang, you are Fang Jianyuan, if we need to say sorry between us, it is me to you, not you to me. ."
Xia Xingcheng looked at him a little startled.
Yang Youming said: "You are not Xia Xingcheng playing Fang Jianyuan, you are Fang Jianyuan, a freshman boy, what is your reaction when you meet a strange man who comes to buy something, and what is your reaction when he hears that he wants to rent a house."
Xia Xingcheng pursed his lips, "Brother Ming, if it were you, how would you act?"
Yang Youming said to him, "If I told you, it would be my Fang Jianyuan, not yours."
Xia Xingcheng held the cold mineral water bottle in both hands.
Yang Youming continued, "What are you paying attention to when you're acting? Where is the camera aimed at? Will the fan be too noisy and affect the sound of the lines? Does the close-up look good? Is He Zhengman satisfied?"
Xia Xingcheng did not answer.
Yang Youming said, "Just look at me. Those things are not yours to worry about, but He Zheng's. It's not your responsibility, but his responsibility, if the results are not good. There are only the two of us in this scene. Just look at me, Fang Jianyuan saw Yu Haiyang for the first time, what to think, what to say, put yourself into the role, and think again."
Xia Xingcheng looked at Yang Youming closely without blinking.
Yang Youming stood up, and this time he slightly bent down and patted the top of Xia Xingcheng's head, "Fang Jian's far-sighted strange man will not be nervous when he comes to buy things, but he will be vigilant when he sees him looking around. Hearing him say that renting an apartment and relaxing, yourself Consider it."