"How does it feel?"

Wen Yan looked back at the few pictures he had just taken on the monitor, and Song Mei came over to look at Ji Ming, the second pot head of the vial was 100ml, not much, but it was a bit energetic to pour it dry all at once.

Ji Ming patted the wine bottle in his pocket and looked up at her sideways.

smiled.

Song Mei finally had the feeling that Wen Yan had just now, and there was that kind of numbness and trembling from the inside out, the ignorance after being slightly drunk by Ji Ming's eyes, the tip of her nose that was blown red by the mountain wind, the water meaning in her eyes, and this face-tsk, I want everything for you.

If you want to read poetry, go for it.

"I'm fine. ”

“...... The director said to rest for a while, you come and sit, don't sit there and blow the wind. ”

Ji Ming nodded.

After resting for an hour, because the play was continuous, Ji Ming sat there to maintain his mood and state, no one dared to disturb him, Li Yuanyuan's little girl was not far away, she glanced at him from time to time, and was a little curious: "Sister Song, what's wrong with the teacher?"

"It's not much, I'm in the play, just wait until the performance is over. ”

"Oh. ”

Wen Yan finally said that this one was filmed, and the staff began to get busy, preparing for the next one, but they all walked around the place where Ji Ming was sitting, including Wen Yan himself, he stood in the distance - Ji Ming is in a good state now.

Poetry is all too familiar to Chinese. But what should a young man who really loves poetry and has studied poetry look like?

This question may not be answered by ten out of ten people.

The flying cattle people who memorized poems on the "Poetry Conference" seemed to almost feel it. And those who wear Chinese-style clothes, light a furnace of sandalwood, read a vertical version, and write must use a brush, but they are too deliberate.

Including Wen Yan himself, there may not have been a particularly specific answer before.

But after watching Ji Ming's performance just now, she had a feeling - this is it. If there is still such a person in the modern city, it is like Ji Ming.

Persuasion!

Strong acting ability is actually a kind of persuasion - character logic, story logic...... can make the audience accept it naturally.

"Ji Ming. ”

Wen Yan beckoned him over.

Ji Ming took a sip of hot water and handed it back to the assistant - he didn't bring an assistant himself, this was a part-time assistant given to him by the crew.

"Huh?"

"Is that okay?"

"Heh," Ji Ming grinned and nodded: "Yes." ”

"Then let's get started. ”

The second is the conflict between Li Yuan and Wang Xiaohua - Li Yuan saw the silver wind chimes of Wang Xiaohua's parents, hanging on the branches of the immortals, he took this to ask Wang Xiaohua, why did her father not buy gold for her mother to buy a house, but used a string of wind chimes as a token, so pure, so moving.

And she is a slave who thinks about the test and takes the score as her life.

This scene is not simple.

Of course, there are a total of three scenes in Yuxian Descent, all of which are highlights, and they are not simple.

And this one, one is Li Yuanyuan's state, there is a collapse of the mutation process, which is very difficult for young actors. The second is Ji Ming's performance, there must be a sinking - if you can't sink down, you will become a bully child, you yourself are an adult who graduated from a prestigious school, and you come to sarcastically mock a girl who is only in the fifth grade, and people just want to be admitted to a big city to study in a good school.

Are you really not nerves?

So Ji Ming must sink, his Li Yuan must be at the same height as Wang Xiaohua, it has nothing to do with teachers and students, nothing to do with men and women, and even nothing to do with the two of them, just between two different pursuits, in this encounter with immortals, they stand against each other, and they look down on each other.

Wen Yan filmed a few short ones first, and then everyone's breathing became thinner, and the big drama was coming.

Li Yuan and Wang Xiaohua were facing backs, one looking at the vast mountains, and the other at the crowds of Dong Village. Li Yuan heard the wind chimes blown by the mountain wind, and looked up: "Little flower, is this what you hung?"

“...... It was my Abba who hung it on Grandma. ”

Li Yuan's eyes really flowed out of joy, wow, love token, wow, Lang rode a bamboo horse, went around the bed to make green plums, and got it, I just hope that your heart is like my heart, and I will live up to my love......

"Little flower, your Abba is so romantic, like a poet. ”

Wang Xiaohua was silent.

Li Yuan turned around and moved over, sitting cross-legged under the wind chimes, a little shorter than the roots of the tree where Wang Xiaohua was sitting, this kind of visual height is to help alleviate the problem of "adults bullying children".

"Xiaohua, the teacher didn't support you to get a high score, but you shouldn't have only one purpose for studying, that is, to get a high score, that is, to get a high score in the county, that would be too dry. Can you imagine the mood of your Abba and hanging this string of wind chimes for your Grandma? Can you imagine the happiness of your Grandma when she received this gift? Looking up at the bright moon, the moonlight, the mountains, the shadows of the branches, and even the sound of the wind and rain, the sound of leaves, the chirping of birds and insects, the spring water and clouds, what you see and hear in nature are all affection, the affection of your Abba and Aunt, and the thoughts you miss them...... This is our life. ”

Ji Ming's emotions gradually suppressed the past, and Li Yuanyuan moved her steps uneasily—Wen Yan's eyes lit up.

This reaction was too straightforward.

“...... Abba and Mommy are dead. ”

"Since ancient times, no one has died, and people are inherently dead...... Who won't die? will die, Xiaohua, the living, only to seek the true appearance of life. ”

The pace of speech quickened.

"I just want to be admitted to a high school and go to university in Beijing. ”

Wang Xiaohua hugged herself a little tighter, like a round stone, so that others had nowhere to start.

"And then, I was admitted to a high school, I went to college, I was looking for a job, I was going to make money, I was careful...... When you come back one day and see this string of wind chimes, will you disdain it, cheap things, the gods chatter, sigh that your parents back then were really naïve, huh?

This scene should have been weird.

An adult, a child, an old tree, a string of wind chimes.

But Ji Ming sank, full of innocence, while Li Yuanyuan hardened, hard and cold - the two sides were evenly matched in the minds of the audience.

"Good. ”

Wen Yan said softly.

The conflict has become more intense.

Ji Ming pressed the pressure one by one, Li Yuanyuan passively resisted and reacted, and even contributed an extremely layered performance - commendable.

"I'm going to take the first middle school exam, I won't learn poetry, I won't learn!!"

She stood up suddenly, pulled the wind chime, pulled it resolutely, snapped, and fell to the ground—her face froze, it was a token of her parents, and she had smashed it.

Xiaohua finally collapsed.

"Stop. Good!!"

Ji Ming hugged Li Yuanyuan, who was crying bitterly, in his arms.

"It's okay, it's okay. ”

The detail of smashing wind chimes is not designed.

Oh, my God.

Acting is really like this, when everything is ready, it will develop its best appearance on its own - that fall, it is too beautiful.

Wang Xiaohua's entire emotional change is extremely smooth and impactful in an instant.

After more than ten minutes, Li Yuanyuan stopped sobbing and choking.

Leaned on Song Mei's side embarrassedly.

"Yuanyuan acted so well, give you a round of applause. ”

Wen Yan said the first to applaud, and then Ji Ming and Song Mei ...... The staff, all applauded this amateur little girl, and the applause spread far away on the mountain where the immortals fell. Wen Yan applauded, but glanced at Ji Ming.

This applause is for you.

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