Chapter 55: 056

An Muyu has always been the first one of them to get up. After a few days of adaptation, she has found her own position during the day. Among the guests, there is such a chef who takes care of three meals for many people. She is also doing her part. When she is idle, she can also go to the countryside of the village and take a circle, breathing the fresh air.
Bo Yu's long legs were placed on the stool, and he yawned lazily, and asked, "Ms. An didn't get up today?" As early as when he got up, he had already turned around in the kitchen, muttering Calling alone urged him to walk towards the place where the smell of food might be hidden, but the reality of course was to regret him, and was mixed with a little bit of astonishment. Seeing no one answered, he said to himself again, "Maybe it's the morning market."
"I'm thinking about what Director Zhao said." Jiang Zhaozhi frowned and stretched out his hand to make gestures. Almost all the guests present are actors, or people who are more or less related to this circle. In addition to gagging and jokes, they can also talk about topics in the drama. "Time Inn" is not just a life-type variety show. It is the essence of the sitcom rehearsal for them in the evening. It is necessary for the audience to see the laughter, and they want to understand the essence of the performance. Following director Zhao Beiting, this is something that many people cannot ask for, and it is a good learning opportunity.
The scene they filmed yesterday was Jing Ke's assassination of Qin. This story is familiar to everyone. One of the disadvantages of Ke is that it is quite well-formed, and there is no change or newness. Qin Wangzheng, Qin Wuyang, Jing Ke, Yan Taizi Dan...The composition of the personnel is very simple, and the easiest segment to play is the manners and words of Jing Ke and the others when Yi Shui sent off.
"If you disassemble the scene into small units one after another, you don't know how many there are just after this scene. For example, there is one Yan Taizi Dan Melancholy, one if you want to ask Jing Ke, and another one when you come to visit." Jiang Teru Zhi's expression was rather distressed. Before Zhao Beiting said that he would split the scene, he didn't have that idea in his mind, but now it seemed to be frozen.
"Why don't you generalize them into a large unit of the same kind?" Ji Yaoguang raised her eyes and responded lazily, "Please Jing Ke, Jing Ke persuade Fan Yuqi, the prince Yan is crying for the corpse, and Qianjin asks for a dagger" Jiang Zhaozhi understood Ji Yaoguang’s words also suddenly stopped, because after this division, she suddenly realized a scene, which was probably the reason why Zhao Beiting put this Jing Ke assassinating Qin in the box. This topic did not tell everyone what to do. How does it change? Unlike the previous assumptions of "what if", isn't it what he tests everyone's thinking? But none of the people immersed in it reacted. She clapped her hands suddenly, and she exclaimed, "I see."
Bo Yu was taken aback by her shouting, put down her long legs, and blinked his eyes and said, "What does Teacher Ji know? Do you know where Boss An has gone?"
"No." Ji Yaoguang glanced at him and turned to Chang Yu. "In the introduction, there are words like'Jing Ke has something to do','The time has not been sent, the prince is late', Jing Ke is waiting. Who? Did Director Zhao let us play freely?" In the box last night, no one was drawn to the judges, but some were drawn blank. Zhao Beiting did not give any instructions. They stood there and did not know what to do. Measures. Seeing Chang Yu nodded, Ji Yaoguang clapped his hands and sighed with a sigh, "It's careless, we all overlooked this."
"If you read a book thick and then read it thinly, everyone should understand this truth." Chang Yu said lightly, "Director Zhao talked about the play last night and gave you a period of time for you to understand the character. He said it. Disassembled into small units is to allow you to experience the characters in a more subtle way, but it is by no means to keep you in this fragmented state forever. When you start creating under the camera, you have to turn them into large units and let The number is getting smaller and smaller. Only in this way can we grasp the script and the characters. Dissect the script, but we must not lose our grasp of the arrangement.
"Chang Yu makes a lot of sense." Sun Shaogong, who had been sitting still on the side, nodded, thoughtfully. He was facing the direction of the entrance and just saw the pale An Muyu walking into the hall along his lips. The soft cough broke the atmosphere of eagerly discussing scripts in the room. When she came in, it was like a fragile flower about to wither in the wind. She first walked to Chang Yu and said, "Mr. Chang, Timber I put it aside, but unfortunately it's too late, a bit damp."
"Huh?" Chang Yu raised his eyebrows, some of them didn't understand what An Muyu was talking about. And An Muyu just smiled, covered her lips and coughed lightly, and bowed to a few people in the hall, "Sorry, I got up late because I was a little uncomfortable. You wait for me for a while. Just go to the kitchen and make breakfast."
"Boss An, if you feel unwell, go back to your room and rest." Sun Shaogong's voice rang, and his calm eyes stayed on An Muyu's body, with deep pain in his eyes. He was extremely desolate when he was young, and his wife stayed by his side and took care of all the affairs of the family for him, so that he had no worries. He is also busy, and if he wants to become famous, he will give his wife a better life. No matter how he knows that he will not be able to wait for that day, his wife died of illness, he always has a heart of self-blame. Looking at An Muyu, who was working out with a sickness, the nostalgia in his heart could not help but resurfaced.
"Brother Sun, are you caring about Boss An?" Bo Yu teased, and when he turned his head to see that Sun Shaogong's expression was wrong, he hurriedly changed his words, "Boss An, I think Brother An is not bad at all, so don't you We’re busy, we won’t starve to death if we don’t eat. Besides, there is Teacher Ji, right? You go back and rest." Both of them said so, and the rest naturally responded.
An Muyu's face showed a little hesitation, she looked at Ji Yaoguang and said: "Teacher Ji, do you know how to control the heat?" Ji Yaoguang is familiar with the dishes, An Muyu only considers her to read from the book. , After all, this is an eldest lady from a wealthy background, living a life that is completely "not touched by the spring water". She lowered her posture, showing a weak expression, but it was a kind of provocation overtly and secretly in Ji Yaoguang's eyes.
"We, Xiao Yaoer, are carrying a huge amount of money. Wouldn't it be too much for everyone to have breakfast? You don't have to worry about that, boss." Bian Yuting said slowly, "As for our teacher Ji Chef, I don’t think everyone has this good fortune, and I have not eaten it a few times. I am afraid that only Teacher Chang can enjoy this good fortune." This remark avoided the choking of Ji Yaoguang and An Muyu, and also An Mu Yu's irritated face was red and white.
"Mr. Ji is very good." Jiang Yusheng, who is Ji Yaoguang's severe "brain fan", held his face, his eyes seemed to flash with stars. She blushes easily when it comes to things related to Ji Yaoguang. When she blushes, she is always ridiculed, but she still enjoys it and can't wait to proclaim her goddess to the world.
"I raised my hands--no, I have to raise my legs to agree." Bo Yu smiled like a small child. He rubbed his messy hair like a chicken coop. Following Bian Yuting’s words, he continued, "Teacher Ji, look at us going out to go fishing and hunting hares. After so much energy, we can only gain a little bit. You set up a stall and sit at the door and make a lot of money, please Don’t we feel embarrassed for a meal?"
Ji Yaoguang really didn't think so. Bo Yu doesn't save less private money, right? She heard from Sun Shaogong, that Bo Yu was shameless to buy his autographed photos at a high price, and he was really tricked by fans. After all, his face is really good for bluffing. Although Mengjia Village is in the countryside, compared with the real deep mountains, Mengjia Village is much better. The neighboring metropolis has brought it the process of industrialization and commercialization, which made the kind of desolation of family members disappear. Exhausted. Fortunately, it has maintained the simplicity for thousands of years. The people in the village seem to have walked out of the peach blossom field, and a strong sense of history is accumulated in the rural trails that have maintained silence year after year.
"Yes." Chang Yu spoke lightly, she is the one who really controls the finances.
She raised her eyebrows, and her plain face had an aura of no anger and might. Bo Yu, who had a smile on his face, flinched back, shaking his ears like a student listening to training. In Chang Yu's body, what he saw was as strong and majestic as the dean, and a fear was derived from the depths of his soul. Only when everyone ridiculed together, would he not have that kind of oppression, but now, he looked around, and in the eyes of those people, there was no other smile except watching the good show. Standing up his chest, Bo Yu squeezed out a smile on his face. Because of Chang Yu, he looked at Ji Yaoguang and felt that his scalp was tingling. He was about to make fun of him, but he heard Chang Yu again. A voice with a gentle smile sounded: "I will leave the task of buying breakfast to you."
The sense of oppression suddenly disappeared, and Chang Yu changed from a terrible teaching director to a goddess-like existence. Bo Yu's gaze stayed on her face for a while, feeling a little bit about the change in his mood, and his body was straight and straight. He gave an unstandard military salute and shouted: "Take Ling!"
Bian Yuting couldn't understand his dumping treasure, kicked the stool and glanced at Bo Yu, and said lazily: "Boy, don't you hurry up? Don't wait for you to come back and it's lunch time."