The next day, the sun was just right, and the sword rain was officially started.

The shooting scene was selected in a street in the Ming and Qing dynasties, and Hengdian made great efforts to turn it into a bazaar, with hotels, restaurants, oil mills, cloth villages, and small vendors on both sides of the road.

As a rule, there is a start-up ceremony, Wu Yusheng is very familiar with this set, and he has already arranged for people to prepare it.

Facing the city gate tower, set up an incense table, next to the main camera, covered with a red cloth.

There is a large incense burner on the incense case, and there are three long incense sticks inserted in it, as for the tribute, there is no roast suckling pig, and the bananas, apples and pears are directly used.

Wu Yusheng held the incense and bowed: "May the gods of the Quartet protect my crew, be safe from top to bottom, and everything will be fine!"

Zhou Jin and several actors, holding incense, followed behind, worshipping in turn, and then Su Zhaobin lifted the red cloth, "I announce, Sword Rain is officially on!"

That's it, everyone should do what they want, why should they go.

On the first day of filming, the actors were not fully enrolled in the group, and the scenes that could be filmed were limited, so Wu Yusheng picked two simple scenes.

They are Zeng Jing and Jiang Asheng, who met for the first time on the street, and Drizzle and Lei Bin, who reunited after a long absence.

Both scenes were filmed in the bazaar, and many extras were used, a dry and thin group leader, with a bunch of group performances, arguing with the staff.

Zhou Jin was in the dressing room, changed her clothes and put on makeup, came to the set, and found a corner to squat down.

He could have sat in the back and waited for the show, but he would have liked to see how the stick was made.

The language barrier, two actors say lines together, won't they feel embarrassed?

"Auntie, this month's rent. Zheng Yusheng sat in front of the tea stall and spoke stiff Mandarin, "By the way, let's have a bowl of mugwort tea." ”

Hiss, Zhou Jin frowned when he heard it, this guy's expression, movements, no problem, but the lines are too weird.

It's like a bowl of soy milk, where no sugar is added, but salt is put in.

Fortunately, the actor Cai Po opposite is also an old actor, called Bao Qijing, who relied on a "Day and Night in Tin Shui Wai" in 08 and won the Academy Awards.

"Okay," Cai Po poured him a bowl of tea and said in Cantonese, "Oh my God, it's best to drink mugwort." ”

The two cooperated, their expressions and movements were very natural, and there was no trace of performance, but that line was too weird.

A stick changes his Mandarin, and a Hong Kong actor speaks Cantonese, which is completely a chicken and a duck.

Although Wu Yusheng is the producer, in the crew, he occupies the monitor, but he can't pass, it all depends on him.

Su Zhaobin, the director on the bright side, had nothing to do, so he had to squat with Zhou Jin and stay away.

"You say they communicate like this?" Zhou Jin wondered.

He always thought that the performance had to be coordinated by two people, from lines to actions, from demeanor to emotion, collision can produce sparks, which drama do chickens and ducks talk about?

Su Zhaobin was also quite helpless, and said: "We have also discussed this issue, but Director Wu feels that the important thing in acting is the expression, and it doesn't matter what lines you say." ”

"Hey, look at the shape of his mouth, pay attention. ”

On the other side, the crew operated the sprinkler and sprinkled water on the street, and the group performers shouted at the clear sky, holding their heads, "It's raining, it's raining." ”

"Your cloth has fallen, I'll help you," Zheng Yusheng ran over and picked up the cloth on the ground.

As soon as the cloth was put away, the sprinkler was turned off, and the rain stopped again.

"Thank you. "Aunt Yang Ziqiong is also a stiff Mandarin, and he is online again.

Zheng Yusheng lowered his head, still a little shy, "You're welcome." ”

"Do you see it," Su Zhaobin pointed out, "Although the language is not comprehensible, but people's mouth shapes are all right, as long as the dubbing is done well in the later stage, the audience will not be able to see it at all." ”

Zhou Jin asked: "You mean, although he didn't know what he meant, he memorized his mouth shape?"

Su Zhaobin nodded, "Now you know how powerful people are, right? Otherwise, do you think I will make concessions?"

Zhou Jin didn't say anything more, just glanced at Wu Yusheng silently.

He admits that this stick actor is indeed quite powerful, but more importantly, he feels that the egg hurts.

You just find a mainland actor, don't you just get it? Why do you have to toss so much?

"Zhou Jin, prepare for the next one. "The actor's assistant director came and called him.

"Okay," said hello to Su Zhaobin, and Zhou Jin followed the assistant director to the back of the street.

The houses on the street look like they are made of green bricks, but in fact they are all made of rubber.

Even the gray tiles on the roof, which look like the real thing, are actually camouflaged with rubber.

Such a house is specially used for filming martial arts scenes.

Zhou Jin came to the roof, squatted down slowly, and the scene on the street was unobstructed.

"You go to the left, you come down a little more. ”

The lighting master at the bottom said, "Your position is not easy to light." ”

Zhou Jin glanced down, how could this room be two meters high, and if it goes down, it will be easy to fall.

He had to move over little by little, like a slow duck, "Okay?"

Until the gaffer waved his hand, "Okay, you're in a good position." ”

Zhou Jin lifted his breath slightly, leaned back, and he always felt as if he would fall down as soon as he looked down.

Yang Ziqiong changed into a blue cloth dress, held a paper bag in her hand, and stood in the established position, Wu Yusheng saw that the two of them were already in place, and shouted directly: "Action!"

It is said that Blackstone is the number one killer organization in the world, known as the dark cornerstone of the imperial court.

Drizzle and Lei Bin are both top killers in Blackstone, and a few years ago they were ordered to kill Zhang Renfeng's family and seize half of Moro's body.

But Drizzle stole the half of the body, changed his face, assumed the pseudonym Zeng Jing, and married a small citizen named Jiang Asheng.

On this day, Lei Bin, who was already in seclusion, suddenly received an order to come to this small market to find the embodiment of drizzle.

Regarding this scene, Zhou Jin has been thinking about it for a long time.

He thought about whether he should sneer and be awe-inspiring, or should he meet and smile slightly.

Until now, he squatted on the roof of this house, and suddenly felt a little different.

Above the roof, he was alone, and below the roof, the market was noisy.

Above are the rivers and lakes, and below are mortal dust.

He squatted in the rivers and lakes, looking at Zeng Jing in the mortal dust, should he be happy or sad?

Yang Ziqiong packed the paper bag in her hand, which was the secret recipe given to her by Cai Po - children and grandchildren.

She is a little helpless, but she feels very warm, such an ordinary life, disturbing but very warm, isn't it exactly what she has been pursuing?

She put away the paper bag, and inadvertently looked up, her eyes suddenly darkened.

How could it be him?!

The camera turned to the roof, where the white walls and black tiles, and the green branches were still reflected, and Zhou Jin squatted on the roof, with her hands in her sleeves, tilting her head to look at her and laughing.

At this moment, the wind and smoke are clear.

The originally quiet picture suddenly became more agile.

Wu Yusheng was behind the monitor and couldn't help but shout hello.

For Zhou Jin, but also for the photographer.

Such a scene, from the lighting, to the composition, to Zhou Jin, is almost perfect, full of the artistic conception of the rivers and lakes.

The next moment, Zhou Jin slowly got up, clasped his hands in front of his chest, and his eyes gradually became complicated, and he couldn't tell whether he was happy or sad.

The joy is that you and I meet, and the sad thing is that I am in the rivers and lakes, and you can't escape.

"Good!"

Wu Yusheng slapped his palm hard, "Let's protect it again." ”

Su Zhaobin is not wrong to look at people, this actor named Zhou Jin does have a feeling of rivers and lakes.

Just like a dusty sword, it usually does not show mountains and waters, and it has to be unsheathed to show a little edge.

The most important thing is that the temperament on his body is too similar to Lei Bin.

Behind the monitor, Wu Yusheng looked at Zhou Jin in the camera, and really didn't know whether to be happy or sad.

He is happy, happy that he has found a good actor, and the role of Lei Bin will definitely come back to life.

He is worried, worried that after the rain of swords, the actors of this continent will inevitably fly up.

At that time, I don't know how many male stars from Hong Kong and Taiwan will be robbed of resources by him.

At this moment, he suddenly regretted a little, and gave up the role that should have been Yu Wenle to Zhou Jin.