Lin Pingzhi did not want to completely subdue the international chapter, in fact, she had already been subdued, from the moment Lin Pingzhi saw the scarf that caused the turmoil, he already understood Zhang's attitude, he had no other intentions, he was dedicated to filming, he didn't have that bad taste.

If you think about things a little more evilly, maybe Lin is rushing to open up the Crystal Palace, but Zhang Yiyi is old, and mature women can't be so familiar.

It all comes down to acting.

This is a fragmentary movie, and the leader and the chapter are only filmed for about 20 days, it is foreseeable that the chapter, especially the leader, will be unable to fool the past, sometimes the actor can't get into the state to get better and better, as a director, you need to take a hard dive.

It's not Liwei, but forcibly improving the quality of the movie, not going crazy, but forcing people to go crazy, the director is responsible for the lower limit of the movie, and the actor is responsible for the upper limit of the movie, which is not absolute, but it has always been reasonable.

"Miss Zhang...... Drink. ”

"Hmm......"

A muffled snort.

A sense of sluggishness and fragmentation that can be smelled by sound alone.

Looking back, the international chapter was bowing his head to maintain his emotions, hanging his head, his eyes blank.

"Sister Zhang. ”

The assistant asked again, his expression full of trepidation. Judging from her closer gaze, Zhang's current state doesn't seem to be able to tell the difference between it and before he went crazy, and the person is also stunned and wooden.

Zhang drank water, and when he received the water, his eyes were staring at the heavy rain all day long.

I watched it for a long time.

"Director......" The assistant looked at Lin Pingzhi in a panic, this is her only backbone.

Kelin was casual in front of her, even in high spirits, and looked particularly hateful.

The current state of the chapter is very interesting, like the "sober coma" that the sect leader briefly entered, or it can be said to be the "God Domain" that has been circulating in the sports world for a long time, at this time there are only dramas and people left in the eyes, and everything you do is naturally full of charm, which is of course very dangerous, such as the self-consciousness falls into hell, and the creation of personality is embodied on the surface, maybe the actors have a little consciousness, and they also know that they are falling into the abyss, and the soul in the script is going to be reborn, but they are willing to let go and jump into hell and release the devil, rather than struggle out.

Without experiencing a little torture, why is it shocking, Lin Pingzhi does not feel that he is terrible to do these things, because the actor is willing. Zhang is a ruthless person, and it is rumored that Zhang once humbly pursued Li Amine's "Lust * Caution", but Li Amine saw at a glance that her competitive appearance could never explain Wang Jiazhi's weakness, despair and self-masochism with no way out.

is not acting, but temperament, like the scorching sun and red plum that climbed the vine, and was wronged.

On the other side, the sect leader was still hidden in the gloom, his face was as pale as iron, and he released an astonishing frost.

Lin Pingzhi shook his head, noncommittal about his current state.

Maybe the sect leader already knows that wagging his tail and begging for mercy in front of him is not as good as the wisps of green tendons that burst out of his blushing face in front of the camera.

People who learn to be silent on the set are good actors.

"Dada~"

Straightened his hand and raised it slightly, Lin Pingzhi stood up, walked to the edge of the rain curtain and stretched in, the heavy rain fell on the palm of his hand, and soon merged into a stream bubbling, entering the sleeve along the palm pattern, absorbing the warmth that was easy to preserve.

Lin pursed his lips, and the rain seemed to be getting lighter.

His actions were clearly seen by everyone. Smart people, such as the assistant who was thinking about the international chapter, had already handed over a hot towel, wiped her body without hesitation, touched the slightly sensitive parts, gritted her teeth and continued, no one in the whole crew looked at her, there was a somewhat fragrant scene, even Lin Pingzhi didn't bother to stay for half a second.

The Sect Master pushed away his assistant, who was always a little slow in serving.

"Are you ready?"

Lin Pingzhi and the others, Huang and the others dealt with mundane things and blinked.

"Huh?"

Everyone was at a loss, looking at the two leading actors with their mouths wide open.

One is stupid, his eyes are full of confusion, and the other is sick and rejects people thousands of miles away.

But the sect leader first said, "Director, I'm ready." ”

After that, he braved the rain and entered the set that had been arranged, and the international chapter, following behind, did not say a word.

Viewed from above, the crew looks like a puppet, tightening the last round of clockwork.

Lin's hand waved heavily, and the drama manager straightened his throat and said, "Let's start—"

……

It was another pre-questioning, and then the dazed surprise turned into a hollow, the camera was pointed at the sect leader, Lin Pingzhi's mind naturally turned to Chen Peng's script dialogue, the live show and fantasy overlapped, and at this moment the heavy rain was drenched like a giant accompaniment roar.

A few hours ago, in the morning, passing by the yellow mud water brick wall in the capital, Lin told the sect leader that he was chattering along the way:

"Chen Peng needs to be arrogant, he is not ruthless, he loves Wang Minjia very much, but he has never regarded Wang as the whole of his life, and he no longer regrets it after making his decision...... He didn't know what the future would be, and he decided to dedicate his life to his ideals......"

"Love is something lower than personal ideals, for Chen Peng......"

"He wanted to embrace the sun, and for him, that sun was on the Gobi Desert, created by his own hands......"

"Maybe the calculation of nuclear physics is sometimes far more meaningful than figuring out women, he doesn't have a supercomputer, but the sound of the collision of abacus is also beautiful and pleasant, I want to remind you that there is nothing wrong with what Chen Peng did, because he has faith, his own undoubted greatness, he is not chaotic and ...... end"

When Lin told the sect leader this, his expression was extremely serious, and the sect leader never understood why the director emphasized it so much, until he covered his face and pondered, and suddenly remembered that a few weeks ago, when he got the script, his fingers under the lamp stroked that row of words.

Chen Peng had a positive attitude during his work, his deeds were outstanding, and he took risks many times. ”

Chen Peng suffered from mild cancer and was transferred to Beijing 307 Hospital for treatment. ”

"The condition deteriorated rapidly, and a special team was formed. ”

"Chen Peng died of nuclear radiation. ”

The year was 1962, two years before the explosion of the Gobi Desert that shocked the world.

Chen Peng didn't see his sun.

And what happened to Wang Jiamin later?

She's doing well. Even after that rainy day, she held Chen Peng's ideals and supported the frontier to become a famous female scientist, but she died alone.

This is too ironic, Chen Peng for the sake of ideals, in fact, there is no intention of not wanting to delay Wang Minjia, losing Wang Minjia He is enough to take revenge on himself with his heart and lungs, and torture himself to go to work to do all dangerous things, but he didn't expect that Wang Minjia also reported to aid Xinjiang (lying), and the fate of the two was like an intersection that crossed the intersection point, and finally got farther and farther away.

Perhaps the only thing that will be passed down is the spirit of daring to be the first, and the great love is amplified in the individual's small love until it is exciting.

Lin Pingzhi stared at the camera, Zhang's expression seemed a little nervous, her taut face almost made everyone realize that things would be different at the first moment, and the eyes in the close-up were even less pretentious and painful of a little woman, because this was 1959, the era of romance and purity.