Chapter 186: Into the Play

This is the gap, the visual gap, which makes Bao Xiaofei feel full of confidence in acting.

Looking at this pictogram, Bao Xiaofei took the initiative to come to the dispatcher's side, "Young man, how should I adjust my image in a while?"

"What are you playing?"

"Beggar"

"How do you tune it, tune your ......" The young man somehow held back the fire in his belly, but when he saw that it was an old man, he choked the dirty words into his stomach.

looked at the scene, disturbed Rao and said: "Uncle, you don't have to run with them, for a while, you can just find a place to kneel with props." When you hear it turn on, don't move, just a few seconds, as for the action! You are free, anyway, the camera will be less than a second or two."

Bao Xiaofei nodded, he understood.

The degree of freedom in the role of feeling himself is quite high, if Wen Ya comes, will he also act like this?

Finding a place where the camera would definitely pass, he felt that he would definitely stop there for two to three seconds, Bao Xiaofei pretended to sit on the ground slowly, squinting his eyes and straightening his waist.

As a systematic person, it is impossible to kneel, and the ancients said that a manly man has gold under his knees. You can kneel to the sky, kneel to the ground, and kneel to your parents, but you can't kneel to others.

But it's not important, Bao Xiaofei actually knows very well in his heart that as an extra, what is the most important thing?

Ten minutes later, the group performers were ready, and Ding Jun randomly announced the start of the film.

"All departments, all actors, pay attention, the second scene of "Dream of the Forbidden City" begins!"

With the director's order, the cameraman focused his camera on the scene.

The camera begins with a couplet on the edge of a dilapidated gate, which gradually lengthens.

When he got to a place where there were people, Ding Jun shouted: "After the camera is pulled, the group performers run!"

"Run, the foreign devils are coming in..."The group performers spread their feet and began to run.

The camera continues to pull back, and the soldiers begin to play.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, don't get in the way!" With an order, there was another shout, and the Qing soldiers were all six gods and no masters, watching the coalition army sweep through Wuji, one by one, frightened chickens and dogs jumped.

"The Shot Continues"

The photographer pulls the lens slowly, and everywhere the camera goes, there is a scene full of devastation.

Especially the children who are crying on the side, the women who have left their homes, the merchants....

In the camera, all the people are moving, and they are all chaotic.

However, the camera suddenly arrives at a street corner, where an old man in ragged clothes sits calmly like a sculpture.

Looking at the whole picture is very different, from the corner of the street in a panic, an old man is sitting upright. The cameraman's hand shook, and so did the camera.

It's stuck.

On this one, the cameraman was scolded by the director a few times, and the cameraman was also full of grievances.

But when I saw my camera on that street corner, I couldn't help but shake it, is there something making trouble?

"No, there's a toxic character found here. Director, look!"

Looking along the camera, the director found Bao Xiaofei sitting there, motionless.

The old and embarrassed face was full of sadness in numbness, and sadness was mixed with unwillingness, although he was a begging for food, his back was almost straight.

Seeing Bao Xiaofei in the camera, the director's eyes widened.

"I remember I didn't arrange a beggar for him?"

Seeing that his painting style was completely different from that of the people around him, Ding Jun was stunned.

"Director, what's wrong?" asked the bald head next to him.

Seeing Bao Xiaofei on the camera, the bald head immediately slapped his thigh.

I know that this old guy is not a fuel-efficient lamp,, just this shape, doesn't he still look like a begging for food, but this upright body?

, groove, isn't it just a joke?

"Director, you wait, I'll get him away! ”

With that, the bald head ran over.

"Uncle, are you sincere? What's the matter with you? Let you play a beggar, you just play it? Do you know that because you didn't kneel, the whole plot was stuck, you know?"

"What? It's because of you!"

As soon as the bald head said this, the surrounding group performers immediately began to discuss, what is the intention of this old man?

Therefore, the surrounding group performances pointed all the fingers at Bao Xiaofei. Because it's late autumn, it's a bit cold outside.

"Forget it, you better go back!" said the bald head, going to take off Xiaofei's costume.

"Wait a minute"

The bald head was just about to make a move, but he heard someone calling him behind him, it was the voice of director Ding Jun.

"Director, I didn't do it right, I shouldn't have found such a person to come in, you rest, let me deal with it here." The bald head hurriedly took out his eyes and handed one to the director.

The director Ding Jun waved his hand and carefully looked at the sculpture-like Bao Xiaofei.

Then he bent down and squatted down and asked, "Old man, I remember that I asked you to play a beggar?"

Bao Xiaofei didn't pretend to be deep this time, but was thinking about whether to touch a porcelain again, after all, this time the opportunity to play tricks is also very difficult, and he only has forty-eight hours, and now a day has passed, and there is not much time, there is really no gain, how to explain to Wen Ya when he goes back?

Hearing the director's question, he slowly opened his eyes, and when he saw that he was the director in charge, he nodded slowly.

"That's right, you're the beggar I played. ”

"Then why don't I look like a beggar?" Ding Jun looked at Bao Xiaofei and frowned tightly.

Since the director said this, there were people around him who echoed a little casually, "That's it, where are you a beggar?

"In ancient times, if you sat and begged for food like this, you would probably be beaten. ”

"Do you remember Kong Yiji? His waist is hard, isn't his leg broken?"

“.....”

Listening to the cool words around him, Bao Xiaofei was not shocked, only to see him say in a deep voice: "Yes! But this beggar is also divided into several levels." ”

"Interesting, then tell me, how do you distinguish between this Qiao gang leader and Hong gang leader?" asked a group actor next to him with a grin.

Bao Xiaofei ignored him, and just said slowly: "These beggars are running around all day long, just to survive in the world. ”

"Yes, he has nothing, all his thoughts are lost, his heart is dead, he is a walking corpse. ”

"There is also a kind of beggar, he is in troubled times, but as long as he is given a little spark, he can ignite the whole fire of the prairie and add a little light to the world, and I play this role. ”

"Oh!" Ding Jun smiled, "Old man, in this way, you also designed some inner drama for your character, what about the lines?

"Of course!"

"Then you play one, I'll see"

Bao Xiaofei nodded, looked at the sneering gazes around him, and spoke:

"Master Jun, you are doing well, the steel knife you don't use, give the old man a hand!"

Speaking of the anger in his heart, Bao Xiaofei's eyes widened, like angry King Kong, shouting at the soldiers who laughed at him.

This shout was exchanged for the silence of the audience.

This Bao Xiaofei actually used the most humble words to express the endless tragic heroism, the end of the road, and the heroic feelings of the hero who sacrificed his life for the country.

At this time, I saw director Huo Ran get up.

"There's still a little bit of breath, can you add some more ingredients?"

"Yes, no problem"

I saw Bao Xiaofei beckoning to the bald head.

The bald head already had an opinion on Bao Xiaofei, but when he saw him calling out to himself this time, maybe something would happen?

I saw Bao Xiaofei stretch out a hand, pull the bald hand, and ask him to slash lightly on the steel knife, and a stream of red blood came out.

"Why don't you cut your own, why do you cut me?"

"Fart, you can't bear to see your uncle suffer?"

You really don't know how to write the word filial piety?

I saw Bao Xiaofei tear off a strap from the tattered clothing, then grabbed the fingers of the bald head and wrote a few words on the strip of cloth.

"Promise this cripple for the country"

"Okay, that's right!" the director clapped his hands, kept applauding, and immediately ordered the shooting to start.

Without summoning anyone else, Ding Jun slowly helped Bao Xiaofei up from the ground.