The white smoke flickered lightly, turning into a pool of mist in the air, and pounced on Qiao Mu's heavy makeup. He hated the smell and watched the smoke in his face, so he held his breath and closed his eyes.

"Get out there and smoke, don't get in the way of me reading the script. ”

After finishing the meal, the two didn't leave, and looked at Qiao Mu's script shoulder to shoulder. In fact, the script is not exciting, but the dense annotations, crooked, like a dog crawling, immediately attracted their interest.

When playing the font puzzle game, the cool girl quietly took out the cigarette and held it in her mouth.

She lowered her head and lit the fire, glanced at the leisurely Qiao Mu, and spat smoke in his face on a whim.

Qiao Mu covered his mouth and nose, glared at the guy and said, "You are sick, you just smoke, and let us smoke second-hand smoke?"

"Do you smoke?" asked Shuang Meizi when she turned her head to look at Reba, who was silent, and asked suspiciously.

Reba shook her head, and she said, "Yes, but I don't smoke." ”

Shuang Meizi wanted to find a partner, but she felt bored, she said to Qiao Mu, "Where's the ashtray?"

Qiao Mu grabbed the script, patted the cigarette ash that fell on it, and said, "I don't smoke, where is the ashtray?" ”

"Forget it, I don't know the director, I'm embarrassed. She didn't know what was going on in her head.

Qiao Mu couldn't understand it, he said, "I'm too lazy to pay attention to you, your dad and I went to film." When I come back and see you're still smoking, I'll kick you disobedient guy to death. ”

", if you break it up again, I'll be anxious with you. The cool girl glared at the guy.

Qiao Mu walked to the door, he turned back to her and said with a smile: "What's the matter, you Leo is amazing, and you can bite me to death?"

Close the door, don't bother to take care of her, get dressed and prepare for the next shooting.

During the meal, Farhati told him about the next round of shooting plans, and as for the mysterious back shot, he was in the back of his mind.

It was a small house, Farhati's study.

Qiao Mu wore a gray shirt, sat on a chic bamboo chair, and looked at the neat desk.

Later, he will have to stage a speculation and suspicion between husband and wife with Gao Yuanyuan in this room. Everyone's perspective is different, and Qiao Mu speculates that this scene may be an expression of anxiety about marriage.

There are not many lines, but there are a lot of requirements for facial expressions, at least there must be several complex negative emotions such as doubt, dissatisfaction, and resentment.

He was brewing emotions at the moment, looking at Gao Yuanyuan, and muttering his lines twistedly.

Gao Yuanyuan, that guy, is quite negative.

There is a ceiling on her acting skills, which limits her achievements. The most important thing is that she is already a handful of years, but she is far from touching the ceiling. After being scolded for so many days, she also understood, and estimated that she didn't have much chance to plate this layer of gold, so she simply broke the jar and followed the feeling.

In this movie, the character she plays is called Xiaoxue, who is Wang Jun's wife.

The appearance is good-looking, but it is too good-looking, which just fits her temperament. According to age, in fact, if Shi Shi starred, the husband and wife with Qiao Mu were quite perfect.

It's just that after Qiao Mu saw this eldest sister being sprayed, he felt that it was not a pity at all. When his own poetry came to act in this drama, he must have been scolded by the director as mentally retarded, and he might have a nervous breakdown. She is named an assistant director, and she has been at home with her children for a long time, which is really in vain Qiao Mu's hard work. I wanted her to increase her experience with the big director.

"Ok, this one is over. ”

After Farhati finished speaking, without waiting for the translation to come out, Qiao Mu looked at Gao Yuanyuan numbly, and said dejectedly: "Come on, that guy is crazy." ”

The translator reminded her: "Mr. Qiao, the director has said it. ”

Qiao Mu turned his head to look at Farhati, the guy was staring back and forth at the monitor, and felt incredible.

They have been filming for so many days, and the least number of shots has been more than seven times, how can there be a statement that it has been done once? However, he didn't bother to ask, he could get by, in case he reminded that guy and asked him to do it all over again, it would be bad.

"Have we really passed?" Gao Yuanyuan asked in surprise and disbelief.

After the translator said this, Farhati smiled and nodded, and he said, "Of course, you guys are great, it's time for us to go and change the scene." ”

"Heh, it's really shit luck today, and I actually shot it so smoothly. ”

Gao Yuanyuan smiled very happily, she leaned against the door frame and said to Qiao Mu: "We are so smooth, after the good celebration after the end of work, we can live a scene even if we are tired and half-dead." ”

"That's for sure! I have to open a bottle of champagne......

"Sorry, why don't we start all over again?"

Qiao Mu wanted to celebrate, but was cut off by Farhati. He looked down at the lens of the monitor and said in a slightly heavy tone.

"Why?"

"Lights. ”

"What's wrong with the lights?"

"I don't know. ”

“……”

Just like this morning, Farhati asked them to reshoot this part.

He said there was a problem with the lighting, but he couldn't say where it was. After shooting back and forth a few times, he rarely didn't scold, but muttered: "It's a little worse, it's not good." ”

Qiao Mu grabbed his head, the whole person was confused, he took advantage of the time again, ran over and said, "What is the problem?"

Farhati put the cigarette aside and said, "Do you know about the Rembrandt Light Method?"

"I've heard of it, what's wrong?"

Qiao Mu was once obsessed with photography for a period of time, and was inspired by Mr. Chen. During that time, it was only two weeks, and he searched for some technical terms. The Rembrandt cloth light method is a type of light that truly has a painting style.

The name comes from the fact that this lighting effect reproduces the depiction of light and shadow in the figure paintings of the Dutch painter Rembrandt. As a result, a creative style that is very characteristic to us has been passed down under his name.

Wang Sunglasses of Hong Kong Province prefers this light method to portray the characters in depth.

"But the lights, when they shine on your face, have a sense of perseverance and decisiveness, which doesn't fit the character's setting," Farhati said. I asked the gaffer and photographer to adjust it, but it didn't meet my requirements. ”

Qiao Mu felt that this guy was here to pick on the thorns, and if the lighting problem was not solved, he would end up relying on his head.

He asked himself and Gao Yuanyuan to toss and turn repeatedly, what does this mean? He said dissatisfiedly: "Then can't you think about what lighting to use first? I've been going back and forth over and over again, and it's very annoying." ”

"Only by constantly pushing it to the repetition can we know our shortcomings. Farhati said something very forceful.

"Will I make a comeback again and again, standing at the highest point of the mountain?" Qiao Mu, who was a little dazed, felt that this guy might be dissatisfied with his acting skills, so he took it in passing.

"Sure, you're smart. ”

Farhati nodded with satisfaction, he lowered his head, picked up his cigarette and said, "Go back, my child, we need to shoot again." ”

"Oh. ”

So, Qiao Mu went back, he always felt that something was wrong.

In this scene, the level of the two leading actors is super high-level, and there are not too many problems. It's just that Farhati's brain is a bit of an axis, and he is trapped in the way of lighting.

This guy has always watched the whole process before he can tell them the light and shadow effect, which is simply a cheating father. Eventually, he finally jumped out, and he was once again caught in an awkward compositional dilemma.

This afternoon was a scene, re-filmed back and forth more than 20 times.

Qiao Mu's performance is high and low, but on the whole, he is casual and casual, and he is more and more handy, and it is easy to substitute the kind of twisted emotions of "Wang Jun".

Towards dinner, Farhati said, "Tomorrow we have a day off, and I have to think about the technique of shooting." ”

“……”

Qiao Mu was changing clothes in the small room, and when he heard this, his heart instantly became cold. The scenes in this room will be filmed in a short time, but don't start over.

It's easy to say, the big guys have struggled for a long time, so don't you need to reshoot such a trick, right?

Complaining is complaining, but it is liberating after all. Qiao Mu returned to the lounge and looked at the girls who were in a daze with their chins pinched.

He walked up to Reba, rubbed her head and asked, "What's wrong?

Reba took a long breath, and she said, "Qiao Mu, fortunately, I was eliminated. Otherwise, if I am allowed to act, I will be depressed to death. Do you do that often?"

"Huh, do you understand?"

When he came back, Farhati squeaked, Qiao Mu and Gao Yuanyuan made a look, and they understood that they were reshooting. Almost, it's all English dialogue, and it stands to reason that Reba, a scumbag, has no reason to understand.

Reba said: "Sister Shuang translated." ”

"Ha, just her?" Qiao Mu said with some surprise. He leaned down, looked at the guy's languishing face, and said, "Xiao Shuang, translate for me 'It's too hot, I have to cool down'." ”

Shuang Meizi translated it again and again, and the specific sinicization is as follows: My God, it's too hot, and I need a little cold.

"Hmm" Qiao Mu nodded, and dragged a long note meaningfully. He thought to himself, "Sure enough, this fits her scumbag listening and reading level." ”

Reba asked, "What's the matter, is there a problem with Sister Shuang's translation?"

"Reba, do you know? When Xiao Shuang and I first met, we said that we wanted to improve each other's English and communicate in English in the future. Qiao Mu said.

"Really?" asked Reba curiously.

"No, don't listen to his nonsense. Shuang Meizi defended that she didn't carry this kind of pot out of nothing.

"Yes, she told me to communicate in English. After that, I didn't talk to her, knowing that she had forgotten about it. ”

"No, really not, don't listen to this guy's nonsense. Shuang Meizi Chong Reba explained, how can she be so stupid?

Then, she pointed at Qiao Mu and said, "You are a little sunny." ”

……

East China Sea, Jiading Wisteria Garden. The faint wisteria incense is smoky, and there is nothing wrong with it except for the large number of people.

Qiao Mu and Reba wore masks and sun hats, sat on the bench, and watched a couple of little couples holding their little hands and flashing in front of them. Their outfits are conspicuous everywhere, but they look very ordinary in the Wisteria Garden. Little couple, you and me, who has time to manage these two wonders?

In the evening, the setting sun will shine on them, and the last sunset will shine on them, and the two shadows will gradually coincide.

The cool girl went to run a party, and Reba and Qiao Mu were left to hang out alone.

She was a little uneasy at first, and her heart was beating fast. But no one paid attention to her, and it gradually calmed down. She was alone, moving like a nervous disorder, Qiao Mu looked at her for a while, and didn't bother to take care of her.

He didn't speak, resting his arms on his knees, and staring at the pedestrians dumbfounded.

Reba watched the shadow change, and his right hand was awkwardly tilted out, like a stroke.

"Hoo ......"

Qiao Mu exhaled and looked at the time on his phone, it was only 6:30.

This mood is very depressed, there are still more than 3 hours before 10 o'clock, he wants to play and disappear, and then suddenly appears to surprise Da Mi Mi.

However, now I want to pass the time, but I can't find a good place to go.

Farhati had to study the tone of the shoot, and the rest of the people were too busy to come out and play. There is only one left, but Reba, who is cute but has gone crazy.

He pricked up his ears, and then listened to the grass behind the chair, a bunch of young couples talking sweet love words. He also secretly glanced back, white T-shirt, cropped pants eyes, it seems that he should still be a college student.

Many people like to listen to the lies of a lifetime, but only students will believe them.

Qiao Mu pricked up his ears and eavesdropped. I thought, can I plagiarize a few sentences, go home and read a wave with Da Mi Mi without shame or impatience?

Sure enough, the young man who was still reading "When You're Old" a second ago looked at the arm of the female ticket and said, "The day before yesterday, I was waiting for you." That day, it was raining, in the rain of rainbow making. The sound of cicadas landed, the sound of frogs rose, and a pool of red lotus was like a red flame in the rain. It's the same whether you come or not. I actually feel that there are not many lotuses like you. ”

As soon as Qiao Mu heard it, he knew that it was plagiarism.

Red lotus, pools, cicadas, frogs?

Pull it down, this is the East China Sea. Look at the man who is not rich in clothes and appearance. With the price here, the student dog still wants to live in a luxury villa?

Then I took out my mobile phone and quietly searched for the sentence I had just heard, and it was indeed plagiarized. Poetry is something that can really transcend time and space, and whenever it comes out, it feels full of force.

He thought for a moment and continued to search for a while, wanting to see if there were any other high-level characters. After flipping through for a while, when he saw Gu Cheng's paragraph, he muttered softly: "How I wish there was a doorway." In the morning, the sun shines on the grass. We stood, holding on to our door. The door is low, but the sun is bright. The grass is bearing its seeds, the wind is shaking its leaves, and it is very beautiful for us to stand and not speak. ”

"Hmm. ”

Reba lowered his head, looked ahead, and responded faintly.

Qiao Mu looked at Reba, when this guy came out to hang out with him, something was wrong, like a convulsion. He asked, "Huh what?"

"No, nothing. ”

"Forget it, let's go. ”

"Hmm. ”

They walked slowly with their backs to the sunset, Qiao Mu lowered his head and looked curiously at the shadows on the ground.

I overlapped a part with Reba, as if I was holding hands.

He laughed, and then Wangreba leaned in.

In this way, it is like holding hands and walking together.