"Zibing, don't get excited, I guess Liu Jing wants to scare us in turn. How can it be so easy to change roles, especially for a main role like you, Director Lu has seen dozens of actors before and is not satisfied, and it is not easy to find such a suitable person as you, how can you give up easily? And I have already inquired clearly, He Xin will leave at most on the 25th to participate in the Venice Film Festival, and Shu Qi's schedule was only signed for a month and a half, and they can't afford to delay it......"

"And what if they can afford to drag it out?"

Before Du Peihong finished speaking, he was rudely interrupted by the house soldiers, and saw that he was still excited and said: "Shu Qi's schedule can't be extended, and He Xin won't come back when he goes to Venice, change me, and the movie can still be filmed, it's nothing more than spending more money." But what about me? What if I do get replaced?"

"If that's the case, the price will be too high for them, and it would be better to satisfy our ......"

"Rules!"

Du Peihong's words were interrupted again by the excited house soldiers, "This is to establish rules!"

"Uh......"

If the crew is determined to lose hundreds of thousands or even millions of dollars this time to make rules, then no matter how many small actions Du Peihong has, it will be useless, although he always thinks that this possibility is relatively small.

Seeing that Du Peihong was speechless, the house soldiers turned around angrily, walked to the window, opened the window suddenly, and a wave of heat suddenly hit his face.

After staying in the air-conditioned room for too long, and feeling the scorching air outside, the house soldiers suddenly remembered the scene when they were always filming in a stuffy environment before.

Looking at the sparsely populated streets outside due to the scorching sun at noon, the house soldiers couldn't help but smile bitterly, although this matter was instigated by Du Peihong from beginning to end, but in the final analysis, the problem still lies with himself.

As soon as he got a little name, he began to inflate himself and take himself too seriously.

Maybe Du Peihong still wants to gamble, but he knows very well that he can't afford to gamble in this regard. The treatment of the so-called protagonist, the so-called face, are not important now, rather than regretting it in the future, it is better to admit it as soon as possible.

At this time, the house soldiers really understood what the teacher once said when he was studying Chinese opera: actors ultimately have to rely on their acting skills and works to prove themselves, not anything else.

He finally sighed, turned around slowly, looked at Du Peihong, who was still frowning, and said in a calm tone: "Brother Du, don't think about it, I admit it, I will hire a car to go to Lao Fanzhai by myself in a while, and admit my mistake with the director and Producer Liu." ”

He didn't dare to bet, according to the previous shooting plan, he had a few rivalry scenes with Shu Qi in Lao Fan Village, and now the crew has transferred to Lao Fan Village without notifying him, and he knows very well the meaning in his heart, he does not dare to challenge the bottom line of the director and producer.

"Soldier ......"

When Du Peihong heard this, he immediately stood up with an excited expression, but when he faced the calm and firm gaze of the house soldiers, the words of persuasion suddenly became speechless.

"Brother Du, don't persuade me anymore. I know you're doing this to help me in the end, but now I just want to act well, and all the treatment of the protagonist is empty. I believe that as long as the acting skills are excellent and the audience recognizes it, even if we don't mention this so-called protagonist treatment in the future, people will take the initiative to arrange it for you......"

In the end, the house soldier squeezed out a few words from between his teeth and said, "Just like He Xin and Shu Qi!"

It's one thing to admit inwardness, it's another thing to be convinced or not.

After speaking, without waiting for Du Peihong's reaction, the house soldier turned around and walked over to open the suitcase, packed a few clothes and stuffed them into his bag, and prepared to find a car to rush to the Lao Fanzhai studio for a while.

It's just that before he finished cleaning up, he saw Du Peihong stand up, took a deep breath and said: "Zibing, don't be busy, you haven't expressed any opinion on this matter from beginning to end, it's all my operation, even if I admit it, I will admit it, I called Liu Jing to apologize, and told the director that you are in good health and can film." ”

In the end, it's a matter of face, and it's also a matter of strategy.

Since the house soldier pretended to be sick, he has hardly been out of the room, even if it is three meals a day, he has to ask the waiter to deliver it to the room. Du Peihong was tossing outside, and the house soldiers never said a word, and of course they didn't answer the call that Liu Jing wanted to communicate with him directly.

Now that he confesses, it was Du Peihong who was slapped in the face, and the house soldiers can completely say that they are indeed sick, and as for the so-called treatment issues that they argued about before, they are completely unaware. Of course, although everyone knows it, as long as they don't find it, the house soldiers can still get by in terms of face.

"Dugo ......"

Du Peihong raised his arm to stop what the house soldier wanted to say, and said, "I told you a long time ago, I am an agent, and this is what I do." This time it may be that I am a little overconfident, overestimating myself and underestimating others. You're an actor, you can't get involved in this kind of bullshit. ”

Saying that, Du Peihong reluctantly squeezed out a smile at the house soldiers, and said: "You should wait for my news with peace of mind, after all, you are still the main actor of this group, as long as I admit it, I think they will also give you enough face, and this incident will not happen." ”

Du Peihong finally took out his role as an agent, and the house soldier looked at him with a touched face, and finally said solemnly: "Brother Du, don't worry, the face you lost today, one day I will help you earn it back." ”

"Okay, I'm waiting for this day. ”

......

"Okay, I see, I still have to discuss this with the director...... Yes, you wait for my call...... Well, goodbye!"

The moment she hung up the phone, Liu Jing, who had been unsmiling and even talking on the phone a little arrogantly, finally didn't hold back at this moment, and laughed out loud.

Lu Yue, who was sitting opposite with a boxed lunch, glanced at him strangely and said, "What to discuss with me?"

Liu Jing couldn't help but smile and waved his hand at Lu Yue and said, "You make me happy for a while, and then I'll talk to you later." ”

These days, he has indeed been tossed by Du Peihong enough, and it is rare for a person in his forties to dance as wantonly and indulgently as a young man.

It wasn't until Lu Yue finished the boxed lunch and habitually lit a cigarette that Liu Jing smiled and said, "It's okay, the house soldier's illness is cured, and he can film." ”

Lu Yue's originally calm face finally had a trace of emotion, and said, "Then what are you going to discuss with me, you let him come over directly." ”

Anyway, when he chose the house soldier to play the role of Yuan Dingguo, it was because the house soldier was suitable for this character.

"You're going to shoot him today?"

Lu Yue took a cigarette and thought for a while: "I definitely can't shoot today, I may have to arrange it tomorrow." ”

Because Lao Fanzhai is far away from the county seat, and the road is not easy to walk, the crew has lived here for the past two days.

When Liu Jing heard this, she was immediately happy and said, "That's not in a hurry, I'll inform them later." ”

This time, Liu Jing finally raised her eyebrows, and naturally she would not let go of the opportunity to make the other party worry for a long time.

He Xin looked at himself in the mirror, at this time he was wearing a hair cover mixed with a lot of gray hair on his head, two wrinkles were drawn on his originally smooth forehead, the makeup on his eyes was deliberately painted a little black, and two obvious tear trough lines were outlined below.

Coupled with the Chinese-style moon white shirt with a stand-up collar on his body, he was originally a young man in his prime, but now he has suddenly become an old man in his fifties who has gone through the vicissitudes of time.

may not be very satisfied with his still upright body, I saw that his shoulders suddenly fell down, his neck stretched forward slightly, and his entire upper body suddenly became a little shorter, and even his straight back suddenly became a little rickety, and his old state was revealed, and the image of the whole person suddenly became vivid, rather than just the dull makeup on his face.

"Huh?"

The style of painting changed too quickly, which made the makeup artist on the side look a little blind. He couldn't understand why a single physical change could completely change the temperament of the person sitting in the chair, even more so than the effect he had just put on makeup.

The most famous of Lao Fan Zhai is probably the old Fan Zhai Bridge across the Nanxi River. It is the second largest railway bridge on the 100-year-old Yunnan-Vietnam Railway that shuttles through the mountains after the China-Vietnam Railway Bridge at the mouth of the river.

The entire bridge is double-tracked, with a walkway less than one meter wide on one side for pedestrians only. In the morning, He Xin had already filmed a scene on the bridge with Shu Qi. He sent Shu Qi across the bridge, and when the confession failed, he pulled a monk who sent three lepers across the bridge, and asked him to see if the two were destined, and the monk left a profound and incomprehensible sentence: "Fate is fate, and no fate is fate; ”

And the afternoon shooting was decades later, when Ye Xingyu brought Yuan Dingguo's ashes back to the former educated youth farm, when she stood on the railway bridge that she had walked countless times again, it was already over half a hundred years old, the Nanxi River under the bridge was muddy, and when she turned around, a familiar figure appeared at the end of the bridge, and Ye Xingyu recognized him at once.

He Xin maintained this posture of his body, and when he walked, his pace was slightly higher than usual, and when he walked out of the room with some drag, Shu Qi, who was wearing makeup next door, happened to come out, and the two looked at each other, surprised at the same time, and couldn't help laughing.

Shu Qi laughed at his old state, and He Xin seemed to see the Shu Qi in his previous life's impression again. Sure enough, women need the precipitation of time to be more beautiful.