Ten o'clock.

Tangshan Film and Television City.

The crew of "Tangshan Earthquake" is still busy.

"The lights over there. ”

"Yes, yes, the camera goes to the left. ”

"The actor touches up his makeup, he is full of emotions, and we will call it a day after filming. ”

Assistant director Feng Mou sat behind the monitor with a walkie-talkie and commanded the entire film crew.

Meng Ke sat on the side, his head down and playing with his phone.

In the work group, he and everyone reported their safety and continued to receive news.

Wang Fei: Old Meng, how is it? Are you still busy?

"Well, it's still busy. ”

Wang Fei continued: When will it be over?

"I don't know. ”

Chu Dong: Are there many stars in the crew?

"More is more, where is there time to talk, I am filming all day, and the time is very tight. ”

Shen Jiajia: Then what are you doing?

"Sitting......

Meng Ke smiled bitterly and reported the situation in the group.

He also thought that he would be busy with a lot of things to do when he joined the crew, but who knew that after he came from the airport at half past five, except for saying hello to Feng Mou and Zhang Chuchu at the beginning, the only job now is to sit.

What actors come to discuss, what role positioning, there is no existence at all!

And even if there is, Zhang Chuchu and they are all asking Feng Mou, in front of Feng Mou, a first-class director in China, he is a screenwriter.

"Cards!"

At the same time as Meng Ke's news was sent, Feng Mou shouted.

Fang Fang, Zheng Tao, an old artist who plays Daqiang's mother, and Weng Qing, who plays Daqiang's sister, all looked at Feng Mou.

"You're not doing the right thing. ”

Feng Mou stood up, "You think, one is a woman who has just died of her husband, one is a son who has just died, and the other is a brother who has just died, who has the least feelings? Who is the most sensible?"

It must be that the brother who just died has no grief, and it is also the most sensible, Weng Qing, you slow down this rhythm point and do it again, and Fang Zi, you cry too much, Teacher Zheng, your rhythm is also slow. ”

This scene is about the plot of Fang Qiang's death after his mother and sister came to Tangshan to pick up the child, although the scene is simple, but the control of emotions is very difficult, especially when the three people meet and have the dark line of the traditional Chinese mother-in-law and daughter-in-law relationship.

Therefore, the whole scene is the most difficult one in the end.

Meng Ke put down his mobile phone and temporarily ended the chat with the group, and patiently listened to Feng Mou's play.

After some teaching, Feng Mou returned to the director's position again, took the walkie-talkie and asked all departments to prepare, and after rearranging, the audition started filming again.

"Yuanni, let's take Fangda back, he is the grandson of the old Fang family, we should take care of it, you are still young, I can think about it, you can go one step further." ”

"Mom, you old Fang can't sweep me out of the house. ”

……

"Cards!"

Feng Mou stopped again, "No, no, come again, Fangzi, your emotions, mobilize and be full." ”

Fang Fang nodded.

"The departments are ready to ...... Action”

……

"Card, no, no, Mr. Zheng, you suppress your emotions a little. ”

Two minutes later, Feng Mou stopped again.

Zheng Tao nodded.

The departments are ready to remake again.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

In the next few times, Feng Mou kept calling a halt, Zheng Tao, Weng Qing and Fang Fang all showed dissatisfaction on their faces, and some of the behind-the-scenes staff were even more tired, and it was already half past eleven now.

If you can't finish work in time, you have to stay up late.

Although filming has only been started for two days, the entire crew has already rushed to almost 15% of the scenes, and the people in front of and behind the scenes have been overloaded for two or three days, and no one wants to work overtime anymore.

But after this stop, Feng Mou was not directing, but took out a cigarette and lit it, and took a hard puff, the irritability was written on his face, the crew was silent, and some behind-the-scenes personnel who were temporarily okay slept on the ground.

The others looked at each other enviously, and then went on with their work.

"Director Feng, do you want to dim the lights?"

Meng Ke, who had not spoken for a long time, spoke.

"Huh?"

Feng Mou turned his head to look at him, picked up the walkie-talkie with the mentality of trying, and said, "Dim the lights." ”

The gaffer dimmed the light by one degree.

"It's darker, according to the brightness of the kerosene lamp. ”

Meng Ke directly picked up the walkie-talkie this time and shouted at the gaffer.

The gaffer glanced at Feng Mou, and dimmed the light again with some hesitation, Fang Fang and the others couldn't help but gasp, as soon as the light dimmed, the invisible depression came from all directions.

"Huh?"

Feeling this change, Feng Mou turned his head to look at Meng Ke, a look of surprise in his eyes.

"Teacher Zheng, don't think that you came to pick up your grandson this time, add a little hatred to the role, especially the first two lines, the ruthlessness of the performance, Teacher Fang Fang,

You will cry a little when you open your mouth later, as long as Teacher Zheng says that he doesn't want you, or complains that you killed Daqiang, you will cry, and Teacher Weng Qing, your role is to play a round.

Be sensible, cry less, and don't stay with tears. ”

After directing the lighting, Meng Ke also told Fang Fang and several people in one breath.

Fang Fang and the others all nodded, and the thick exhaustion could be seen on their faces, Feng Mou took a deep breath, took the walkie-talkie and said, "Follow this again." ”

Departments are preparing again.

Boot.

"Yuanni, let's take Fangda back, he is the grandson of the old Fang family, we should take care of it, you are still young, I can think about it, you can go one step further." ”

"Mom, you old Fang can't sweep me out of the house. ”

"The child is so pitiful, this hand ......"

……

"Okay, pass!"

Ten minutes later, Feng Mou picked up the walkie-talkie and shouted at everyone in the crew, "Call it over!"

……

Wednesday.

Six o'clock in the morning.

Meng Ke heard footsteps coming from outside the room.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw the staff of the film crew on the same floor walking out with the equipment on their shoulders.

"Teacher Meng. ”

"Hello Mr. Meng. ”

"Teacher Meng woke up. ”

Many people didn't know Meng Ke, but these people greeted Meng Ke when they passed by.

Laughing, Meng Ke also nodded one by one, of course, he didn't know that when he was directing Fang Fang and Zheng Tao at the end of yesterday, many people had already remembered him.

At first, no one talked to him, and naturally it wasn't that he was too busy to speak, but that many people set him up in their hearts as a rookie who accidentally hugged Jin's thighs.

But after Meng Ke showed such a hand yesterday, many people's opinions on him have changed.

Including Feng Mou's opinion, it was the same, but because the working hours were very busy, everyone didn't take time to talk about it.

Eight.

Meng Ke received Zhang Xiaoxiao's WeChat.

Zhang Xiaoxiao, who hasn't seen anyone since yesterday, directly brought a screenwriter with the group today.

This is also what Meng Ke meant, after a day of wind blowing yesterday, he has already figured out the general situation, Yu Entai is not allowed to change a word of filming this time, so he is dispensable as a screenwriter.

And with Feng Mou as the assistant director, naturally there is nothing to worry about the deployment and shooting of actors, and when he returns to the hotel, he communicates with Zhang Xiaoxiao to find a screenwriter with the group, and he wants to return to Qingcheng.