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Volleying people's heads is like probing for things...

Proud of the arbitrariness of the Black Wood Cliff...

Strategizing when ambushing and deploying troops...

The cliff passed by the shocking flood between the body...

A hurried glimpse behind the twigs brushing off the mask...

Suddenly looking back, I was amazed and left a beautiful smile...

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On the set of Friday daytime, Weng Huaijing, who had been prepared under Yan Qing's full scheduling and directing, was simply full of firepower, and the original opening group scene of "Laughing - East" was interpreted by her in a hearty way, and the arrogant Professor Weng was difficult to distinguish between male and female, bringing the true character of the undefeated and decisive hero of the East to the camera.

Zhou Peipei, who was lurking in the onlookers, was already full of little stars, and the "resonance of the killing of men and women" made Blue Phoenix ignore the incompatibility between her role and the undefeated Dongfang, and she exclaimed with a flushed face: "Sister Jing'er! Stop radiating your charm! ”

"Professor Weng lives in a simple place on weekdays, but he is too low-key, and every time film critics do a big Tsing Yi inventory, they will deliberately ignore her, if it weren't for the show "Talent Co., Ltd.", maybe the Chinese film industry would have missed Weng Huaijing, by the way, Brother Qing's contribution is also great..."

Such a Weng Huai made Fei Jingyu have to break her heart, she sincerely sighed: "There is no doubt that a Da Tsing Yi can meet a director who can best capture the hidden charm under her appearance in his life... Sister Jing is lucky. ”

"Lucky? I think this is Yan Qing's luck! Jing Yu, have you ever seen the twenty-odd pages of character biography written by Huai Jing for the undefeated East..."

Shao Qing corrected meaningfully: "She is usually too provocative, but in fact, in my opinion, today's emotional outburst and acting skills are inevitable." ”

"Obviously, our Brother Qing knows how to mobilize the enthusiasm and initiative of actors. He has a deep understanding and sincere affection for his characters that ordinary directors can't match..."

Qian Dejun, who is old and ghostly, fully understood Shao Qing's subtext, and he smiled with a smile: "He clearly understands what kind of actor he wants to shape and play the role in the play, I can understand why this guy insisted on the role of Dongfang from the beginning." ”

"They're working on each other..."

There was a strange brilliance in her eyes, and Miao Miao's soft and glutinous voice became smaller and smaller, and gradually no one could hear it: "The best companionship is like this, like kapok, standing firmly beside the oak tree!" ”

This paragraph was only listened to by Zhang Yameng, who had been holding Mr. Meow, and she silently said in her heart: "So, in the night scene, Zhang Yameng, you have to fight for yourself!" ”

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The overall state of the crew is very good, and the time flies quickly when the filming starts, and after twilight falls, the night scene that Zhang Yameng has been thinking about finally starts filming.

The rare multi-camera and long shots in the filming plan of the crew of "Laughing East" were cleared by the executive producer Shao Qing, and the crew's hand-held work was temporarily handed over to the three female cameramen who were deployed by Whisper.

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Weng Huaijing, who was dressed in a white cloaked dresser, sat in front of the dresser, she traced her cheeks with a dancing candlelight thrush, and her hair was green and silky.

Yan Qing pulled up the close-up of the handcamcorder, and in the monitor screen, the Oriental undefeated and bright thing that bit the rouge paper to dye his red lips was incredible, and "he" was charming with every smile and every move, without a trace of masculinity at all.

In the fixed camera position behind the side, Zhang Yameng's poems and poems are in the painting, and she kneels down to present a framed ink painting: "Sect Master, the concubine is ordered to paint a picture of the mountains and rivers of the East..."

Yan Qing cut it into a track position again, and he asked for an over-the-shoulder shot:

Zhang Yameng and Weng Huaijing both had their backs into the painting, and the poems and poems crouched in front of the tatami mats, and their tone was respectful: "Three days after the congratulation, the sect leader will raise the flag and go north!" ”

The hand-held camera turned to Zhang Yameng, a medium shot, and she knelt coquettishly with half of her body in the painting, making a gesture to open the picture scroll, and said flatteringly: "I wish the sect leader to ascend the throne as soon as possible!" ”

The fixed position slowly approached, past Zhang Yameng, Weng Huaijing slowly turned around, and she smiled at Shishi.

Zhang Yameng, who was on the hand-held camera, fell backwards in a daze, she was obviously frightened by the completely feminine Dongfang Undefeated: "What do you look like? ”

The hand-held camera flickered, and the camera followed the scroll in Zhang Yameng's hand to the ground, zooming in, the close-up turned to a close-up, and the scroll slowly spread out on the straw mat in the room:

What a beautiful picture of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains!

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Fixed camera, vertical shot, close-up shot:

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Weng Huaijing, who was half-framed in the painting, smiled, and a breath of frost abruptly appeared.

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Orbital camera position, close-up camera backplay:

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In a panic, Zhang Yameng's clothes swept over an oil lamp.

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Portable camera, close-up:

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The lamp oil and fire fell on the map of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, and the fire was full of fire for a while.

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Fixed camera, flat shot, close-up shot:

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Weng Huaijing, who was half-naked in the painting, seemed to withdraw her gaze from the map of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, her eyes turned gentle, and she persuaded in a coquettish voice: "Don't be afraid!" ”

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Rail position, flat shot, close-up shot:

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"How did your voice come to be like this?"

Zhang Yameng, who was also half-framed in the painting, had a terrifying expression, she kept dodging back, and muttered in her mouth: "Did practicing the Sunflower Treasure Book make you like this?" ”

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Fixed camera, flat shot, close-up shot:

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Weng Huaijing's eyebrows flashed impatiently, and then soothed, she approached the camera, pretending to be gentle and considerate: "No matter what I become..."

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The lens focal length is pulled back

But Weng Huaijing continued to stick to the camera

Close-up to close-up

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The eyebrows were picturesque, and the Oriental Sect Master persuaded him in a graceful tone: "I will not forget my beloved concubine Shishi." ”

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Orbital position, close-up overhead shot, the camera slowly zooms in:

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Zhang Yameng, who was dressed in red, had a sad expression, tears flashed in her eyes, and her tone was helpless: "As the saying goes, love the country more love the beauty... Master, you aim high..."

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Fixed Camera, Close-up Shot:

The upward shot mimics the perspective of the poem

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The tenderness in Weng Huai's eyes was gone, and her sleeves flicked.

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Portable camera, close-up:

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The flames on the burning map of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains were extinguished by an invisible internal force.

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Fixed camera, close-up:

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"By now you should understand..."

Weng Huaijing's expression was a little bitter and helpless: "Why don't I share a bed with you!" ”

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Orbital position, close-up:

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Zhang Yameng, who suddenly came to his senses, gritted his teeth and said, "Sunflower Treasure Book!" ”

The camera zoomed out and turned to a close-up view, Shishi got up and took off the red cloaked coat she was wearing, picked it up and rushed into the next room, and at the same time, the track position slowly followed her footsteps to the opposite side.

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Fixed Camera, Close-up Shot:

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Weng Huaijing, who was kneeling in the mirror with half his body in the mirror, did not show any panic.

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Rail position, panoramic shot:

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Zhang Yameng, who was wearing only a wrap chest and pants, picked up the red sticker and threw herself at an oil lamp, and she said with hatred in her mouth: "I ruined you!" ”

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Fixed Camera, Close-up Shot:

Weng Huaijing waved his sleeves lightly.

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Portable video camera, close-up: an embroidery needle flying out.

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Rail position, panoramic shot:

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Zhang Yameng's oil lamp before throwing her clothes into the fire was extinguished, she was unwilling, and pounced on the other oil lamps again.

But everywhere he went, the oil lamps were extinguished in advance by the embroidery needles.

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Fixed Camera, Medium Shot:

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Weng Huaijing Shi Ran got up, her expression was cold, and she stretched out her hand: "Take it!" ”

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Rail Position, Medium Shot:

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Zhang Yameng was unwilling to tear the "Sunflower Treasure Book" embroidered on the inside of the sticker with her hands.

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Hand-held cameras, vertical shots, medium shots:

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Weng Huaijing was obviously angered by her concubine's repeated small actions, and she walked to Zhang Yameng's side with a light step.

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Portable camera, upward shot, close-up:

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With a frowning eyebrow, Weng Huaijing's expression was unhappy, and with a wave of her hand, she snatched the red gauze sticker embroidered with the sunflower treasure book, and at the same time gently slapped Zhang Yameng's shoulder.

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“Cut！ Wu Ti! ”

is about to usher in an undefeated fight scene in the East, Zhang Yameng needs a martial arts substitute on his side, and Yan Qing, as a director, also has to go off the scene to enter the scene, so he stopped in time.

"Lao Zhang, hurry! It's so cool! Miao Miao hurriedly stepped forward to put on a coat for Zhang Yameng, who was only wearing a white belly pocket.

And Weng Huaijing had already walked straight to Yan Qing, she habitually reached out to the monitor to watch the playback, and on the other hand, she naturally offered it with both hands.

"See, the spirit of the drama bully is in the same vein..."Shao Qing looked at Luo Bing triumphantly.

"Brother Qing, Sister Jing, I can do it!"

Zhang Yameng, who had a stubborn expression, also leaned towards Yan Qing and Weng Huaijing after putting on her coat.

"Lao Zhang, this shot is easy to get hurt!" Yan Qing once again firmly rejected her.

After Miao Miao confirmed that the safety protection was done on the set, Wu Ti put on Weiya and settled down, and Weng Huaijing returned to the camera to enter the state.

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Rail position, camera back:

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Wu Ti flew out of the room in a volley under the traction of Wia, and after smashing an entire sliding door, the whole person fell heavily into the small courtyard.

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Yan Qing stopped again, Zhang Yameng lay back in the position of Wu Ti, the crew restarted filming, and the monitor was temporarily handed over to the executive producer of the crew, Shao Qing, and the production director Luo Bing, and they quietly guarded the on-site editor to do the real-time rough cutting and splicing of the material:

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Slowly squatting down, Weng Huaijing nervously spread out her gauze and carefully examined it, and after confirming that there was no damage, she looked at Zhang Yameng in disappointment who was still struggling to get up in the small courtyard: "I handed over to you a treasure book that is more important than my life, and you actually want to burn it?" ”

At the entrance of the courtyard, a group of five people dressed as ronin samurai poured in, and they shouted in Fuso language: "There are assassins! ”

"Treasure Book!"

is a good Weng Huaijing, her first reaction was to hide the "Sunflower Treasure Book" in her hand, and the second reaction was to wave her cuffs, trying to kill people.

The five ensemble performers let out a few screams in cooperation, and their bodies flew out in small increments.

Immediately after that, seven or eight more ronin samurai rushed in.

Weng Huaijing was unmerciful, and once again struck to kill them one by one.

Zhang Yameng, who was lying on his back in the courtyard, was so frightened that he couldn't give up.

"It turns out that you are like the people of the world..."

After dealing with the risk of leaking the treasure book, Weng Huaijing got up coldly, and only then did she turn her attention to her beloved concubine: "It's all so negative." ”

"The Master... I... I knew I was wrong. ”

As soon as Zhang Yameng heard these words of sorrow and death, she crawled all the way into the room, trying to get close to Weng Huaijing to get his forgiveness, crying out in her mouth: "I will always follow you." ”

Sneering and avoiding it, Weng Huaijing shook his head and refused: "You won't, you can go." ”

"The concubine has a lot of things for a while, and she would rather die..."

Continuing to crawl, Zhang Yameng tearfully pulled Weng Huaijing's skirt, she looked up at the expressionless Dongfang Undefeated: "I don't want the sect leader not to want me." ”

Weng Huaijing was about to wave her hand to knock Zhang Yameng away, there seemed to be another movement in the courtyard, she raised her eyebrows vigilantly and stared at the camera, and asked sharply, "Who is it?" ”

Zhang Yameng, who held the corner of his clothes and refused to let go, also followed the prestige.

In the small courtyard, Yan Qing, who was dressed in a Confucian shirt and scarf, hung Wei Ya and scattered, and after seeing the corpses in one place, he leaned over to investigate carefully.

Gently pushing the door, Weng Huaijing leaned out from behind the door, and when she saw Yan Qing, she couldn't help but smile: "Ling Hu Chong!" ”

Zhang Yameng inside the door had already loosened the corner of her clothes desperately, and she leaned on the door to tear silently.

"It's you, you can speak Chinese?"

Yan Qing in the courtyard suddenly raised his head, he hesitated for a moment and gave up the investigation, his expression was a little bitter: "I was originally unpredictable in the world, and I wanted to find you to drink to relieve my boredom, but I didn't expect you to too..."

Weng Huaijing half-covered her pipa and half-covered her face through the sliding door, and she replied in a coquettish voice: "What a coincidence! I also feel the same feelings about the world as you do for the unpredictable hearts of people..."

"Hahaha! Since it's so unpredictable, don't test it..."

With a free smile, Yan Qing got up, slowly approached Weng Huaijing in a dashing manner, and after standing outside the door of the hut, he continued: "Tomorrow we will leave here together, and leave the world to those who want to test it." ”

Ying Ying smiled, Weng Huaijing didn't answer, turned to face Zhang Yameng who was leaning against the door, she asked softly, "Are you really willing to die for me?" ”

Zhang Yameng nodded without hesitation.

Weng Huaijing stretched out his hand, pinched Zhang Yameng's chin lightly, his face was reflected by the candle flames, he was dressed in red, his ice muscles were better than snow, and his smile was even more charming than that of a woman, her eyes fluttered and said: "Don't die, I want you to accompany Linghu Chong for a night on my behalf..."

Hearing this ridiculous request, Zhang Yameng opened her eyes in disbelief, she trembled and grabbed Weng Huai's hand, the room was not cold, but the cold words cut her bare skin like a knife.

"Life is like morning dew, and it is rare to meet a confidant with wine..."

Leaning back to the door, Weng Huai smiled with a smile, she smiled at Yan Qingjiao, and then closed the door: "You come in..."

Although Dongfang's undefeated reaction to cover the door was a little strange, this made Hu Chong not think much about it, Yan Qing raised his legs and walked towards the room.

In the crisp laughter like a silver bell, Weng Huai picked up Zhang Yameng and swept deep into the house.

The light clothes on Weng Huaijing's body seemed to touch Zhang Yameng's body, her eyelashes fluttered poetically, curled up, she didn't dare to open her eyes, as if she was afraid that behind this pleasant woman's laughter, there was a gloomy and indifferent stranger's face.

"Don't cry, crying won't be pretty..."

Weng Huaijing's hand brushed away Zhang Yameng's messy hair and swept across her pear blossom and rainy face.

"Don't let him find out you're impersonating..."

Weng Huai, who is more elegant than a woman, picked up Zhang Yameng, who was almost naked, and she smiled gracefully: "I want him to remember me forever..."

When he entered the door and found that the lights in the house were dim, Yan Qing asked aloud generously, "I'm in, where are you, girl." ”

When it was too late, a few flying needles shot out, and all the few lights left in the house were extinguished.

"I'm here..."

Weng Huaijing's coquettish voice responded, and she pushed Zhang Yameng straight into Yan Qing's arms with a bare push.

The beauty fell into her arms, and for a while the nephrite was warm, but Yan Qing was puzzled and said, "What about the wine?" ”

"Linghu Chong!"

In the dark, Zhang Yameng hesitated and hugged Yan Qing tightly, and the bodies of the two slowly fell to the tatami mat.

"By the way, I never knew your name." Yan Qing stumbled and hugged the girl in his arms tightly.

"Poetry." Zhang Yameng, who was crying silently, replied softly.

The girl's tears fell onto Yan Qing's arm, and he asked with concern, "Shishi, why are you crying?" ”

"Everyone is a floating world..."In the dark, Zhang Yameng turned over and rode on Yan Qing, and threw him down on the tatami mat.

A faint voice continued: "I only want one night, why bother asking. ”

The two of them were tightly entangled on the tatami, and at this time, a few traces of fire faintly appeared behind the bright yellow window paper, and the poems and poems with tears in the hazy were guiding Ling Hu Chong step by step from the first brother to a real man.

Warm and wet kisses...

A loving hug...

Suppressed and restrained moans...

Clothes scattered all over the floor...

Zhang Yameng was very open, and in this way, Yan Qing used his preset lens language to subtly shoot a very happy and lingering upheaval of the phoenix.

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"Sister Jing is playing, everyone knows this..."

There were more and more girls watching by the director's monitor, and Weng Huaijing, who was temporarily off the play, also joined the ranks of observation, Zhang Yameng's performance made them breathtaking, Yi Yi was a little dumbfounded: "But I didn't expect Lao Zhang's play to be so standard!" ”

"Yiyi, don't be uncommon and weird..."

Miao Miao's milk voice sold Guan Zi: "There is a reason for this!" ”

"I want to learn! I want to learn! ”

As soon as she heard Meow's words, Yi Yi couldn't suppress her desire to improve her acting skills, she peeked at Weng Huaijing, who was staring at the monitor, and said coquettishly to Miao Miao: "Meow, tell me quickly!" ”

"Didn't you notice that Lao Zhang and Sister Jing were very close during this time?"

Li Hanyuan on the side smiled and replied to Yi Yi: "She has been preparing for this scene for a long time, and Sister Jing has also done it!" ”

"Ahh What do you mean! ”

Yi Yi's puzzled gaze locked on Weng Huaijing: "This scene was taught by Sister Jing?" No, then why is she still taking it so seriously! ”

"If you don't understand, perfection can be passed over and over again..."

Miao Miao pushed Zhou Peipei, who was blushing and hot next to her: "It's better than constantly NG like Pepe did at that time, if you come a few more times, who can stand it!" ”

"We remember even how many times NG was a month ago..."

Shao Qing and Luo Bing, the two producers, were almost squeezed out of the best area for watching the movie by Weng Huaijing, who monopolized the monitor screen, but they laughed very seductively: "This is a bed scene and a kiss scene, Lao Zhang is dressed so coolly, naturally he has to be taught carefully and then stared at it carefully!" ”

"You guys pay a little attention to the order on the set! What nonsense! This scene is very important, okay..."

Weng Huaijing seemed to be speculating about the role, and she continued to say with little confidence: "I also have to find the feeling of being undefeated and jealous in the East!" ”