62. God appreciates food

Han Fei found a chair in the corner and sat down, closing his eyes and thinking about what he had in his impression of the third child.

He was vaguely skeptical, suspecting that a director of Zhang Guoshi's level would not stick to the rules and completely copy the characters in the original book. So how should he interpret the state of the third child, whether it fits the character of the third child in the book, or adds a little bit of his own temperament, alas, tangled, I want to make a big director's drama That's it, I am sincerely afraid to make preparations, for fear of being vetoed by others because of a mistake in a certain detail.

The conference room was very quiet, and the little yellow duck sitting on the other side also had a serious face, brewing emotions, and every time he came here, he had to be abused, and he was physically and psychologically exhausted.

Crying loudly, sobbing in a low voice, crying like rain of tears, crying in tears, not long after her eighteenth birthday, she was originally full of confidence to go to Jinling to participate in the art student candidates of the dance major, but she didn't expect to be fooled to the imperial capital halfway, and there was nothing else to do, she just cried every day, she had no performance experience, and the crying of various emotions was all based on her own imagination, which may be the reason why Zhang Yimou favored her.

At about a quarter past ten, there was a noise outside the conference room, and then the door was pushed open, and the first to come was Zhang Weiping, with a white cap, with a small belly erect, very rich, and then walked in a few people before the national teacher appeared, black cap, black woolen sweater, black trousers, black leather shoes, half-black skin.

Before he saw the real person of the national teacher, Han Fei imagined that he should be such a man, he did not smile, the root of his eyebrows remained tightened at any time, and the three bars on his forehead were like the northwest wind rolling up the sand and gravel chiseled, he should have a momentum of not being angry and arrogant, because he had the qualifications and ability, whether it was respect or banter, the nickname of the national teacher was confirmed. But as soon as he saw the real person, he felt that the national teacher was not so high.

Han Fei hurriedly stood up and stepped forward to say hello, with a very humble attitude: "Hello director, I'm Han Fei, I'm here to audition today." ”

The national teacher was quite kind, and when he laughed, the folds on his face were piled up, and he nodded and said, "Hello." ”

After all, the national teacher is a photographer, after speaking, he looked Han Fei up and down, and saw that Han Fei didn't dare to move, honestly being a model, after more than ten seconds, the national teacher nodded again, but did not say a word, but walked towards Zhou Dongyu. The little yellow duck over there immediately stood up, but at this time, the national teacher changed his face, and the smile on his face became more and more kind, and the posture was like an old father loving his youngest daughter, and his eyes were full of love and care.

Han Fei stood in place and was a little confused, what did the second nod mean?

Producer Zhang Weiping was originally a person who was up and down in the business world, but he was a person who could make scenes, he came over and patted Han Fei on the shoulder, and praised: "I know you young man, you played Wang Xueqi's son in "October Siege", right?" ”

"That's right, Mr. Zhang. Han Fei responded with a smile.

"Okay, although "Three Guns" and "October" compete in the same schedule, it's fair to say that you still played well. ”

"Thank you, Mr. Zhang, for your compliment. ”

Before the polite words were finished, a staff member who looked like a young man came over and said to Han Fei, "Come with me next door to change clothes." ”

"Okay. Han Fei agreed.

The Wen Qing nodded to Zhang Weiping again, Zhang Weiping smiled and waved his hand to let the two of them go, he gave Zhang Yimou a considerable decision power in making movies, and he didn't care how to choose people, how to put on makeup, etc.

"This, this, and this, and then change your shoes as well. ”

"Understood, thank you. ”

The next room is not very large, and there are several steel hangers on one side, on which clothes are hung in the style of that era, and on the other side is separated by a screen.

Brother Wenqing chose clothes for Han Fei, Han Fei touched the texture, rough, especially the pants, the details were quite exquisite, and he quickly changed his clothes. The innermost is a white really good shirt, wearing an earthy yellow sweater vest outside, wearing military pants of that era, a pair of white and yellowed rubber shoes under his feet, and finally a blue-gray coat.

When he walked out of the room to the conference room, the little yellow duck had already started a new day of masochistic training, and she sat alone in the chair in the center, tears streaming down her face.

Zhao Xiaoding manipulated the camera to aim the close-up at Zhou Dongyu, and Zhang Yimou sat on the other side, looking at Zhou Dongyu's real person for a while, and staring at Zhou Dongyu in the monitor for a while.

The assistant director began to pretend to be a villain again, and said to the weak little yellow duck: "Dongyu, you change your mood, cry, but with a little laughter." ”

Zhou Dongyu's eyes were a little resentful, and he meowed, every good person in this group of movie-making people cried and cried, and they cried with laughter, I don't know how hard it is.

However, after a few days of masochistic training, she seemed to have pushed open a door to a new world, and with a slight adjustment, her mood changed in a blink of an eye.

Her lung capacity is not estimated, she cried for a while, her breathing was already uneven, her neck was slightly exposed, and her muscles twitched, suddenly, she smiled, the corners of her mouth grinned back, although her mouth was still pumping and inhaling, but the muscles on her face were obviously relaxed, and the temperament of the whole person was different in an instant.

Her cry became smaller and smaller, and her smile was even worse, but the contrast between the two made people feel more distressed, finally, she couldn't cry at all, her smile froze, and the tears were dry, Zhang Yimou clapped his hands and shouted to stop the performance, the smile on his face was extremely kind, and he stood up to comfort the little yellow duck.

Han Fei stood quietly at the door, watching the little yellow duck's performance intently, and only one sentence was born in his heart: God appreciates food.

Gift, in English, has both the meaning of gift, and the meaning of talent, Han Fei feels that this word is particularly appropriate, talent, is completely a gift from God and his old man.

Zhou Dongyu has never studied acting and has no acting experience, but Han Fei can feel the strong infectious energy exuded from her thin body, when she cries, everyone worries about her, and she laughs and cries, pretending to be strong makes everyone's hearts more ruthless.

The admiration in Han Fei's heart became stronger and stronger, one was to admire the talent of the little yellow duck visible to the naked eye, but to admire the ability of the national teacher to pick actresses, and he stubbornly chiseled a piece of jade out of the big stone and polished it out of the jade.

After a while, everyone seemed to realize that there was such a number one person as Han Fei, and the national teacher also got out of the joy of Zhou Dongyu's amazing performance just now, he came back to his senses and saw Han Fei, who had finished changing clothes, standing at the door, and only felt that his eyes lit up.

This young man's image is really good, Zhao Xiaoding is right to find him to audition, he is tall, with broad shoulders and broad back, his spirit is very full, his legs stand straight and tight, like two pillars standing side by side, with this set of clothes with a great sense of the times, especially the demeanor of young people who fought the sky and the earth in that era.

"Xiao Han, come here. ”

"Huh. ”

When Han Fei stepped forward, Zhang Yimou said, "Let's set up a scene first, the girl you like is playing volleyball in the playground on that side, and you are watching, understand?"

"Yes, yes. Han Fei said busily.

"Okay, then you brew your emotions first. ”

"Thank you, Director. ”

Han Fei rolled his eyes, and imagined a scene in his mind, but after a few minutes, he felt that it was almost over, and said to Zhang Yimou: "I can." ”

Zhang Yimou didn't speak, just nodded and made a gesture of please.

Han Fei took a deep breath and walked to the middle of the court in small steps, he pressed his hands weakly, as if he was leaning on a low wall, and his eyes looked to the other side, as if a volleyball game was going on not far away.

Zhou Zhou Wei originally told Han Fei that you must pay attention to the changes in your eyes when acting, physically speaking, the distance of the object you observe, the focal length of your pupil focus is different, and from the perspective of acting, different emotions have different eyes.

Han Fei looked farther away from a distance, his eyes seemed to be following the volleyball, and then he stopped and looked quietly at one place, a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

He thought that he had finished acting, bowed slightly to Zhang Yimou, and said, "Director, I'm done acting." ”

This trip must have not been smashed, but Han Fei himself can't say how good it is, he wants to see what the first director in China thinks of him, but unfortunately Lao Zhang's attitude towards him is not comparable to his attitude towards Little Yellow Duck, his eyebrows are tightly locked, and he doesn't make any comments, just looks Han Fei up and down, and he can see that Han Fei's heart is very bottomless.

"Dongyu, you and Xiao Han have a ride. Just when Han Fei was stunned in place and uncomfortable, Lao Zhang suddenly opened his mouth.

This time, not only Han Fei was stunned, but the little yellow duck was also stunned, and the surrounding staff all came to their senses, yo, there is a good show.

Zhou Dongyu had calmed down at this time, and asked crisply: "Director, how am I going to act?"

Zhang Yimou smiled when he heard this, and the folds were piled up again, Han Fei muttered in his heart when he saw it, I said National Teacher, this discrimination between men and women is a bit too obvious.

"In this way, the two of you act out a dinner scene, and you both have a feeling of affection for each other, but with restraint. ”

Zhou Dongyu combed her braids today, she grabbed her braids with both hands, looked confused, and muttered, "Ah? Then I have to think about it." ”

"It's okay, don't worry, you've both thought about it. "Lao Mouzi is extremely kind.

Han Fei and Zhou Dongyu discussed it a little, and after a while, they felt that it was almost over, and Han Fei moved a low table in the corner to the middle and officially started the show.

He took off his coat, revealing the woolen vest and shirt inside, and then rolled up his two sleeves on his own initiative, revealing half of his strong forearms, he sat down very casually, licked his lips, and quietly glanced at Zhou Dongyu.

And Zhou Dongyu on the other side did not fall behind at all, she first looked at Han Fei in a daze, and then the corners of her mouth seemed to outline a smile.

Later, both of them bowed their heads slightly, one hand was open, as if holding a rice bowl, and the other hand seemed to be grasping chopsticks, at that moment, the two invariably snickered, looked up at each other, looked up at each other, looked at each other with a pair of eyes, and laughed embarrassedly, and then turned their heads to the side.

"Eat, eat. ”

"Hmm. ”

One stammered, the other stammered, and the whole conference room was so quiet that after the two of them finished the performance, the atmosphere seemed a little weird.

This is the first time the two have played together, one is a little famous, and the other is completely halfway home, but in a trance, some sparks collided.

I don't know what Zhang Yimou thinks, anyway, Zhao Xiaoding, who has been controlling the camera, feels that the scene between the two people is very harmonious, and there is no sense of drama.

"Director, we're done. The atmosphere was finally broken by the sound of the little yellow duck.

Zhang Yimou still looked unfazed, just nodded slightly, Han Fei felt a little helpless in his heart, Fake, the requirements of the big director are really high, I have already done this, and all I get is a nod range with an angle of no more than five degrees.

Zhang Yimou said: "Go back and wait for news, there may be further auditions." ”

Han Fei was a little disappointed in his heart, although he had predicted this kind of scene, he still had some regrets when he really faced it, alas, it was really such a result, the national teacher is the national teacher, and the degree of pickiness about the role has reached a certain level, this is going to be replaced by an audition in "October Siege", this performance has passed the test properly.

"Thank you, Director. He nodded in thanks and silently walked out of the conference room.