Chapter 59: Yun Brother

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"Alas, filming is much more difficult than speculation!"
Teacher Xu gave such a sigh and stepped back to sit alone.
Amber and mandarin duck came up there, Wang Fulin shouted to start, the mandarin duck fell to the ground, several jailers were wrapped up with broken tows, and amber grabbed the prison door and cried:
"Sister Yuanyang!"
"Sister Yuanyang!"
After playing it once, it was over, and there was tears on Amber's face, which couldn't stop.
The scene was very simple. The mandarin ducks did not want to be humiliated. They killed themselves in the prison, and Amber cried. According to the analysis of art, there are several levels to be included here. She is crying both for mandarin ducks and herself, but also for the collapse of Jia Mansion.
Amber did not perform so many levels, the little girl just cried, but it was so good.
It's solid, not frivolous, there is something in it at a glance.
"Huh!"
Xu Fei looked quite touched, as if he knew what he was missing.
An actor must have a supporting point when shooting a scene, which is simply a sense of rhythm. First, the internal rhythm, that is, psychological changes, and then reflected in the external rhythm, that is, lines and limbs.
Like the keyboard performance artists of later generations, they often say, oh, this drama broke down! The so-called collapse is actually the collapse of rhythm, the support point is gone.
"..."
Xu Feizheng pondered, and suddenly saw the two girls come together lightly.
"Don't be nervous, it was the first time I filmed the movie, and it took me half a day to cry." Chen Xiaoxu's rare comfort.
"Me too, it took a long time to pass the test." Zhang Li also said.
"what?"
Teacher Xu was stunned and waved his hand: "I'm fine, let me think about it myself."
He wiped away.
Zhang Li also wanted to follow the past and was pulled by Chen Xiaoxu, "No need to follow, he can solve it."
Here is a dry retreat in Xiangshan, in the middle of the mountainside, the environment is quiet. It was still cold at the end of March, and a few trees had sprouts, most of them still bare.
Xu Fei went out of the studio and wandered around. The more he thought, the more he was right. What he lacked was a support. This source of support is a thorough understanding of the script and characters, as well as its own level of performance.
Understanding, in fact, is very subjective. Different understanding means different things.
For example, "Shuihu Zhuan" Xunyanglou inverse poem, Li Xuejian and Zhang Hanyu played completely two Song Jiang. The new version is called a tragic and generous, and the bosom is not met; the old version is insolent and drunk.
This is the gap in the understanding of the characters, it is difficult to say right or wrong, but the effect is obvious to all.
Xu Fei likes the old version very much, including the few poems, which are all a long lens. Li Xuejian himself wrote it on the wall, the word is crooked, and the strokes are a bit intoxicated.
Similarly, he has a different understanding of Jia Yun's role than Wang Fulin.
Jia's house was copied, and ordinary people avoided it, only Jia Yun dared to visit the prison. Especially in the back, in order to find the king of Beijing to save Baoyu, Jia Yun traveled alone, and had encountered wolves-of course these were not shot.
"What can this show?"
"courage!"
"decisive!"
"I can't help but say, promise a lot!"
Xu Fei sat on the stone, holding her script, and the number of words marked was almost the same as the content. He looked at it, and his head seemed to be poked with his finger, and it became transparent in a flash.
Jia Yun had no feelings for Jia Fu, and could not accompany Ai Ai during the Baoyu period. He missed the past. He came to visit Baoyu. By the way, see if there is a chance to save people!
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"Xu Fei? Xu Fei?"
In the studio, Wang Fulin repeatedly asked for someone, saying: "It seems that he has gone up the mountain, and he may not be ready yet."
"Oh, Sister Feng comes over and shoots you again."
Deng Jie hurried over and prepared to start shooting.
Ren Dahui looked beside him, and was worried. If it is dragged for ten days and a half months, it will affect the overall progress. After all, the location is over the flowering period.
He touched the top of the head with few hairs left, and inevitably regretted the script. After touching it twice, he suddenly touched his arm and turned his head to look at it.
"Temporarily decided to come and see, I heard that your script has changed again." This person is Dai Linfeng.
"Jia Yun's drama changed a little."
"How is the effect?"
"It's stuck. That kid is unfavorable for going to school. It's troublesome."
"Young people have to give more opportunities, but if it doesn't work, then take the original shot."
"Yes, I know."
The shed was busy, and Xu Fei had actually returned, quietly finding Hou Changrong, "Brother Hou, give me a knife."
"What are you doing?" The other party was startled.
"I said the jailer's sword."
"Oh, I thought you couldn't think of it!"
Hou Changrong turned over a knife from the prop box, and the goods left again and again and went up the mountain.
"The support point is found, and the rest is how to build it. I can't be an experiential school, so I have to use props and skills."
Xu Fei walked a long way and found a secluded place. He felt that he was calm. "I am not a righteous tan, but a sage time. I must bring my emotions up first."
He touched the black scabbard and brushed it. The knife was a real knife without a blade. He borrowed it from the martial arts team of the sports school. The thin piece of iron, which weighed a little over a catty, sounded loud and loud.
He held the knife tightly and shouted at the empty mountain.
"Somehow I can't let go ..."
Xu Fei paused, followed by shouting again, the volume increased, the third sound increased again, and then scattered everywhere.
When a person yells or vigorously exercises, the body secretes certain substances, and the emotions will be intense. The performance workshops of later generations will basically use this method to arouse emotions, with teacher Liu in "The Birth of Actors" as a typical example.
As for now, um, basically the same as mental illness.
………………
The crew came here in the morning and was busy for most of the day, the sun has gradually skewed. In the studio, Xu Fei hasn't seen anyone yet.
"Go and find!" Wang Fulin couldn't bear it.
Several people acted in response, but Hou Changrong was about to go up the mountain, but saw a person coming down.
Wearing a soapcoat, a red collar and red long lapels, wearing a hat, the brim of the hat is also a circle of red, the tip of the hat is tall, quite like the black and white high-hat hat.
The left hand swings naturally, powerful and full of rhythm, and the right hand slightly back, the wrist slightly turned, holding the saber around the waist.
Hou Changrong looked at this person, inexplicably feeling very harmonious, bare and with a little green empty mountain. An ancient person came down and could not see his face clearly, but it should be solemn and serious.
"Brother Hou!"
Xu Fei was near.
"The director is looking for you."
"Well, I will go back here."
He passed by, and Hou Changrong looked again. The hand holding the knife was tight and the waist was straight.
When he returned to the studio, Wang Fulin was a little strange when he saw it, but he couldn't describe it. "How can I still shoot?"
"Find some feeling, try again."
"Okay, just try a few more."
"Ready, ready!"
The scene was busy again. Sister Feng, Yuanyang and others were all finished and watched around. Dai Linfeng and Ren Dahui were standing in the corner, and another two were whispering.
Ouyang also worried and said with relief: "Don't worry, come today tomorrow if you can't do it today."
"Ok."
Xu Fei smiled and stood in position.
"ready!"
"Start!"
The setting scene is rainy night, the light is dim, and the cell is cold and desolate. Ouyang was stunned sitting on the straw mat, his clothes were worn out and his face was sad.
Xu Fei should have put the food right away. He didn't. He carried the food container in his left hand and still held the knife handle in his right hand. Standing a little further, he came over from the camera and hung his head slightly.
He walked over to the table and opened the food box, and only then took out a few dishes.
"You are ..." Ouyang suspiciously.
"Uncle Bao, it's me."
He took off his hat and raised his head.
"Yun'er?"
"Uncle Bao!"
thump! Xu Fei knelt straight to the ground, his tone raised slightly, and his eyes were slightly intense.
"Yun'er, why are you here?"
Ouyang quickly helped, but the other side's knees just straightened up, and a large hand was stretched over, but instead it rested on his shoulder and slowly seated himself.
"Uncle Bao, please sit down."
This was Baoyu's support for Jia Yun, and in a blink of an eye it became Jia Yun's support for Baoyu. This retreat, as soon as he entered, Ouyang was completely forced.
I saw Teacher Xu also sitting opposite, poured two glasses of wine, and said: "After Uncle Bao moved out of the garden, I raised some money and did some small business. A while ago, when I heard that Jia was in great trouble, I asked around. With the help of Ni Erge, he came to visit as a jailer. "
He handed the wine over, raised a glass of his own, and gave it away lightly, sighing: "I always wanted to honor my uncle when I was home, but I never had a chance. I am destined to be in this place today."
"..."
Ouyang silently said nothing. In fact, the rhythm was completely chaotic, but the director did not shout, and had to continue acting, his expression really brought some stunned and stupid.
After a while, he choked with sobs, and reluctantly said: "It's hard to come home, the relatives and friends are old, and they can't hide. How many people did the grandfather and grandfather bring on the same day, the Taoli door wall, the spring of the tent, but now ... It ’s not a good thing to do something like Jia Yucun to revenge the enemy and put the stone in the well. "
"..."
Without saying a word, Xu Fei poured wine, picked vegetables, picked various dishes, and piled them on the plate in front of him.
Ouyang sighed for a moment, then suddenly said: "Remember? The white begonia you sent back that time."
"of course I remember."
"At that time, all the sisters in the garden were there. For the first time, the poetry club, the Begonia Poetry Club, and the White Begonia ..."
"Uncle Bao!"
Here Ouyang wanted to read Dai Yu's Begonia poems, but was interrupted by the other party before the result.
"How did it change?" Wu Xiaodong whispered.
"Look again." Wang Fulin stared at the field without blinking.
Dai Linfeng supported his glasses. He also read the script and was a little curious about what the kid would do.
I saw Xu Fei just spit out two words, as if to hear some movement, suddenly stood up and walked a few steps to the side. Ouyang froze for a few seconds, and the reaction was relatively fast. This was to skip the poem and directly perform the mandarin duck next door was carried away.
He also quickly got up, clutching the small window bar with both hands, and wept: "Mandarin duck!"
"..."
Xu Fei frowned slightly, turned around, and stopped, looking at the cell.
The shadows of the lights were dim, and the yellow walls on all four sides were painted with ghosts and ghosts, and they looked particularly daunting in the flickering light.
"Uncle Bao!"
He strode over and pulled Mu Ran's opponent, "This is not where you stay! I've already figured it out and find some friends to save you out!"
"You, if you really want to save me, there is only one way."
Ouyang is already following the rhythm, but also thanks to his hard work, he can still remember the line, "Princess Bei Jing Ren Xia Shang Yi, compassionate and supportive orphans, usually drop the talent to come to the capital, and still be able to live and die. Our family and Beijingfu has a good relationship with the world, and there is nothing wrong with it! It ’s just that the prince was obedient last year, and I do n’t know when I will come back ... "
"If there is a way, I will leave tomorrow morning and go find the lord!"
Xu Fei has been building up his emotions for a long time and has been straining this energy until finally released at this moment.
I saw him clenching his sword, his five fingers were slender and powerful, and the blue muscles were exposed. This was a means of help, and it was Jia Yun's courage. "Uncle is kind to me. Although I haven't read the book, I still know Shen Baoxu. Crying Qin Ting's story! "
The waist was straight, and it seemed to be pulled up a bit, and by the dim glare, the evil spirits on the wall were shaking, one by one, green face fangs, open teeth dance claws, but then seemed to be crushed on it by a figure. , Stubbornly refuted, bowed to the ground.
The gentleman confided himself and raised his sword out of Yanjing!
The tone is not high, the words are strong, and the man is self-satisfied.
"Uncle, please rest assured! Despite his thousands of miles, I will find the prince and rescue you!"
"Yeah!"
Chen Xiaoxu couldn't help whispering, he quickly covered his mouth and looked at Zhang Li. The two of them were stunned. "In the past, why didn't you see him like this?"
Dai Linfeng is even more pleasantly surprised, this process is too new! It seems that it is not Jia Yun, but if you think about it, it is Jia Yun.
"..."
Ouyang's hand was holding the clothes under the table, and he didn't know how to act. He simply followed this dumbfounded, "But, you go, how is your mother doing?"
Upon hearing this, Xu Fei slowly released the knife handle and sat down again. "She has passed away."
"Ah? When?"
"Uncle moved out of the garden soon."
"I'm sorry for you, I ..."
"No, my uncle was ill at that time, how can I be bothered."
"So how did you send it alone?"
"Thanks to Xiaohong, she gave me all her body."
"Xiaohong? She is now ..."
"she was……"
Xu Fei shook his head, full of generosity turned into a child's love, bored a glass of wine, and let out a long breath.
(Chapter 8 and 44 are released.)