"Alas, filming is much more difficult than speculation!"

Teacher Xu sighed and stepped aside to sit alone.

Over there, Amber and Mandarin Duck came up, Wang Fulin shouted to start, and the Mandarin Duck fell to the ground, and several jailers carried it out with broken quilts, and Amber cried against the cell door:

"Sister Mandarin Duck!"

"Sister Mandarin Duck!"

After the performance, Amber had tears on her face and couldn't stop at all.

This scene is very simple, the mandarin duck is unwilling to be humiliated and commits suicide in prison, and Amber cries. According to the artistic analysis, there must be several levels here, she is not only crying mandarin ducks, but also crying herself, and even crying about the collapse of the Jiafu Building.

Amber didn't have that many layers of performance, the little girl just cried, but it was so good to cry.

Solid, not frivolous, there is something in it at a glance.

"Tsk!"

Xu Fei was quite touched when he saw it, as if he knew what he was missing.

When an actor shoots a scene, he must have a support point, which is simply a sense of rhythm. First, the inner rhythm, that is, the psychological changes, and then it is reflected in the external rhythm, that is, the lines and the body.

Like later generations of keyboard performance artists, they often say, "Oh, this scene is broken!" The so-called "collapse" is actually the rhythm collapse, and the support point is gone.

“......”

Xu Fei was pondering, and suddenly saw the two girls coming over lightly.

"Don't be nervous, the first time I filmed, it took me most of the day to cry. Chen Xiaoxu was a rare comforter.

"Me too, I tried for a long time to pass. Zhang Li also said.

"Huh?"

Teacher Xu was stunned, and then waved his hand: "I'm fine, let me think about it myself." ”

He wiped himself and walked away.

Zhang Li still wanted to follow, but was pulled by Chen Xiaoxu, "You don't need to follow, he can solve it." ”

This is a dry rest house in Xiangshan, halfway up the mountain, and the environment is quiet. It was still very cold at the end of March, and a few of the trees had sprouted, most of which were still bare.

Xu Fei got out of the studio and wandered around, the more he thought about it, the more right he became, what he lacked was a support. This source of support is the thorough understanding of the script and characters, as well as the level of their own performances.

Understanding, in fact, is very subjective, and different understandings will show different things.

For example, in "Water Margin", Xunyang Lou inscribed an anti-poem, Li Xuejian and Zhang Hanyu played two Song Jiang. The new version is called a sad and generous, and the old version is obscene and black-bellied, and drunk is rampant.

This is the gap in the understanding of the characters, it is difficult to say whether it is right or wrong, but the effect presented is obvious to all.

Xu Fei likes the old version very much, including those few lines of poetry, all of which are a big long shot, Li Xuejian wrote it on the wall by himself, the words are crooked, and the strokes are a little drunk.

Similarly, his understanding of the role of Jia Yun is not the same as Wang Fulin.

Jia's mansion was raided, and ordinary people avoided it, but Jia Yun dared to visit the prison. Especially later, in order to find the King of Beijing to save Baoyu, Jia Yun traveled thousands of miles single-handedly, and also encountered wolves - of course, none of these were filmed.

"What does this show?"

"Guts!"

"Decisive!"

"I can't help but say, a thousand daughters!"

Xu Fei sat on the stone, holding his script, and the number of words marked was about the same as the content. He looked at it, and his head seemed to be poked with a finger, and it was all at once.

Jia Yun has no feelings for Jia Fu, so he can't accompany Baoyu to Ai Ai, nostalgic for the past, he came to visit Baoyu, and by the way, see if there is a chance to save people!

............

"What about Xu Fei?

In the studio, Wang Fulin looked for someone one after another, and someone said: "It seems to have gone up the mountain, maybe it's not ready." ”

"Oh, Sister Feng come here, shoot you again. ”

Deng Jie hurriedly came over and prepared to start filming.

Ren Dahui watched from the side, worried in his heart, if this dragged on for ten days and a half months, it would affect the overall progress, after all, the exterior was all about looking at the flowering period.

He touched the top of his head with a few hairs left, and couldn't help but regret changing the script, but after touching it twice, he suddenly felt that his arm touched someone, and he turned his head to look, "Old Dai, why don't you say hello when you come?"

"I decided to come and see it on the fly, and I heard that your script has been changed again. "This person is Dai Linfeng.

Jia Yun's play has changed a little. ”

"How's it going?"

"It's stuck, that kid is not good at school, and he's troubled. ”

"Young people should give more opportunities, but if it really doesn't work, then shoot as it is. ”

"Well, I understand. ”

The shed was busy, Xu Fei had actually returned, and quietly found Hou Changrong, "Brother Hou, give me a knife." ”

"What are you going to do?" the other man was startled.

"I'm talking about the jailer's saber. ”

"Oh, I thought you couldn't think about it!"

Hou Changrong took out a knife from the prop box, and the goods swayed away and continued to go up the mountain.

"The support point is found, all that's left is how to build it. I can't be an experiential person, so I have to use props and skills. ”

Xu Fei walked far away and found a secluded place, and he felt that he was calm, "I'm not visiting the nunnery for righteousness, it's a special sage time, I have to bring up my emotions first." ”

He touched the black scabbard, and with a brush, the knife was a real knife, unbladed, borrowed from the martial arts team of the sports school. Thin pieces of iron, more than a pound, picked up and rattled.

He clutched his knife tightly and shouted at the empty mountain.

"I can't let go of ......"

Xu Fei paused, followed and shouted again, the volume increased, the third tone increased again, and then spread wild.

When people are yelling or exercising vigorously, their bodies secrete a substance, and their emotions become intense. Later generations of acting workshops will basically use this method to mobilize emotions, with Mr. Liu in "The Birth of an Actor" as a typical example.

As for now, well, it's basically the same as mental illness.

..................

The crew came in the morning, and they were busy for most of the day, and the sun was gradually deflecting. In the studio, everything that can be filmed has been filmed, and Xu Fei has not seen anyone yet.

"Go and find it!" Wang Fulin couldn't bear it.

Several people acted in response, and Hou Changrong was just about to go up the mountain, but saw a person coming down far away.

Wearing a soapy coat, a red collar and a long red placket, wearing a hat, the brim of the hat is also red, and the tip of the hat is high, quite like the kind of soul-hooking high hat worn by black and white impermanence.

The left hand swings naturally, forcefully and rhythmically, and the right hand is slightly back, with the wrist slightly turned over, holding the saber at the waist.

Hou Changrong looked at this person, inexplicably felt very harmonious, bare with a little green empty mountain, an ancient person walked down, he couldn't see his face clearly, but it should be cold and serious.

"Brother Hou!"

Xu Fei came closer.

"The director is looking for you. ”

"Well, I'll go back. ”

He passed by, and Hou Changrong looked again, the hand holding the handle of the knife was very tight, and his waist was straight and straight.

When he returned to the studio, Wang Fulin was a little strange when he saw it, but he couldn't describe it, "How is it, can you still shoot?"

"Find some feeling and try again. ”

"Okay, just try a few more. ”

"Ready, ready!"

The scene was busy again, Sister Feng, Mandarin Duck and others finished filming, and gathered around to watch. Dai Linfeng and Ren Dahui stood in the corner, and the other two whispered.

Ouyang was also worried, and said with relief: "Don't worry, if you can't do it today, you will come tomorrow." ”

"Hmm. ”

Xu Fei smiled and stood in their respective positions.

"Ready!"

"Let's go!"

The setting is a rainy night, the light is dim, and the cell is even more cold and desolate. Ouyang sat on the straw mat in a daze, his clothes were shabby, and his eyebrows were sad.

Xu Fei should have put the food right away, but he didn't, carrying the food box in his left hand, still holding the handle of the knife in his right hand, standing a little farther away, walking over from the camera, hanging his head slightly.

He walked over to the table, opened the food box, and took out a few plates of dishes.

"You are ......" Ouyang was full of suspicion.

"Uncle Bao, it's me. ”

He took off his hat and looked up.

"Yun'er?"

"Uncle Bao!"

Xu Fei knelt on the ground straight, his tone raised slightly, and his gaze revealed a little strong.

"Yun'er, how did you get here?"

Ouyang hurriedly helped, but as soon as the other party's knees straightened, a big hand reached over, but put it on his shoulder, and slowly seated himself.

"Uncle Bao, please be seated. ”

It was Baoyu who helped Jia Yun, but in a blink of an eye, it became Jia Yun helping Baoyu, this retreat, as soon as he entered, Ouyang was completely confused.

I saw that Teacher Xu also sat opposite, poured two glasses of wine, and said, "After Uncle Bao moved out of the garden, I raised some money to do some small business. A while ago, I heard that Jiafu had suffered a catastrophe, so I asked around and asked Ni's second brother for the way before he came in as a jailer to visit. ”

He handed over the wine, raised a glass himself, gently sent it forward, and sighed: "When I was at home, I often wanted to honor my uncle, but I never had a chance, but now I have fate, and I don't want to be in such a place." ”

“......”

Ouyang was silent, in fact, the rhythm was completely messed up, but the director didn't shout, so he had to continue acting, and his expression was really a little stunned and stupid.

After a while, he choked up and reluctantly said: "Since it is difficult to come to home, relatives and friends are old, I am afraid to hide." How many people did the old lady and the old man carry that day, the peach and plum door wall, and the spring breeze in the tent, but now it is ...... Alas, it's not bad if you don't take revenge and fall into the well like Jia Yucun. ”

“......”

Xu Fei didn't say a word, poured wine, sandwiched vegetables, picked up all kinds of dishes, and kept piling them on the plate in front of him.

Ouyang sighed for a while, and suddenly said, "Do you remember? ”

"Of course I do. ”

"At that time, the sisters in the garden were all there, the first poetry club, the Begonia Poetry Society, and the white begonias ......"

"Uncle Bao!"

Here Ouyang wanted to recite Daiyu's begonia poem, but before he could speak, he was interrupted by the other party.

"How did you change it?" Wu Xiaodong said in a low voice.

"Look again. Wang Fulin stared at the field without blinking.

Dai Linfeng helped his glasses, he had also read the script, and was a little curious about what this kid would do.

I saw that Xu Fei had just spit out two words, and as if he heard something, he stood up abruptly and took a few steps to the side. Ouyang was stunned for a few seconds, and his reaction was fast, this was skipping the poem, and directly acting until the mandarin duck next door was carried away.

He also hurriedly got up, grabbed the small window railing with both hands, and cried: "Mandarin duck!"

“......”

Xu Fei frowned slightly, turned around, stopped again, and looked at the cell.

The lights are dim, and the dilapidated and yellowed walls on all sides are painted with evil ghosts, which look particularly hideous in the flickering light.

"Uncle Bao!"

He strode over and pulled Mu Ran's other party, "This is not the place for you to stay! I've already thought about it, find a few friends to rescue you!"

"You, if you really want to save me, there is only one way. ”

Ouyang is already following the rhythm, and he is also grateful for his hard work, and he can still remember the lines, "The prince of Beijing is still chivalrous and righteous, caring for the weak and helping orphans, and generally Luotuo talents come to Jingshi, and they can still die and bury in the hall." Our family has a good relationship with the people of Beijing Mansion, and there is no reason not to save it! It's just that the prince was ordered to look at the border last year, and I don't know when I will be able to come back......"

"It's good if there is a way, I'll leave tomorrow and go to the prince!"

Xu Fei built up his emotions for a long time, and he kept holding on to this energy, and finally released it at this moment.

I saw him clutching the saber tightly, his five fingers were slender and powerful, and his green tendons were exposed, this was a means to help, and it was also Jia Yun's courage, "Uncle is kind to me, although I haven't read a book, I still know the story of Shen Baoxu crying Qin Ting!"

The waist was straight, as if it had risen a few points higher, and by the dim glow, the demons on the wall were dangling, one by one, with green fangs, teeth and claws, but then it seemed to be crushed by a figure, and it fell fiercely, and bowed to the ground.

The gentleman dies as a confidant, and he raises his sword out of Yanjing!

The tone is not high, the words are powerful, and the manly spirit is self-satisfied.

"Uncle, please rest assured! I will find the prince and rescue you!"

"Yikes!"

Chen Xiaoxu couldn't help but whisper, quickly covered his mouth, and glanced at Zhang Li, the two of them had a good heart, "In the past, why didn't you see him like this in the past?"

Dai Linfeng was even more surprised, this treatment was too fresh! It seemed that it was not Jia Yun, but if you think about it carefully, it was Jia Yun again.

“......”

Ouyang's hand was grabbing the clothes under the table, and he didn't know how to act at all, so he simply followed this stunned, "But, but you're gone, how is your mother doing?"

When Xu Fei heard this, he slowly let go of the knife handle and sat down again, "She has passed away." ”

"Huh, when?"

"Uncle moved out of the garden not long ago. ”

"I can't stand you, I ......"

"No, my uncle was sick at the time, and I was so tired. ”

"And how did you send it alone?"

"Thanks to Xiaohong, she gave me all her body. ”

"Little Red, she's ...... now"

"She'......"

Xu Fei shook his head, full of generosity turned into a child's affection, he took a glass of wine and let out a long breath.

(Chapters 8 and 44 are released.) ）