Chapter 415: Ding Xiunian Numbers

“123,321,1234567!”

"JK, yes to the king!"

"I'll blow it up!"

On the set, Ding Xiu and Cui Yuzhi played against each other, their lines were hoarse, and their expressions were extremely angry, and the director and the staff were impressed by his infectiousness.

Only a few people who understand Mandarin are full of black lines, and the corners of their mouths are constantly twitching.

Ding Xiu doesn't know Korean, so it's not realistic for him to learn it for this play, even if he can learn a language in a short period of time, it is impossible to achieve a thorough understanding and a strong voice.

Speaking in broken Korean, Ding Xiu didn't laugh himself, and the people who played against him were afraid that they would laugh crazy.

I can't use it in the later stage, so I still have to dub.

It is not possible to use Chinese, the number of words in Korean is not the same as Chinese, and the later dubbing does not match the lip sync.

So the director almost didn't think much about it, so he let Ding Xiu play freely, and Ding Xiu came to the simplest, reading numbers.

He reads as many numbers as there are Korean words for a line.

Not to mention, it's quite difficult.

The difficulty of pronouncing numbers is not that the rhythm of the numbers must be the same as the lines, but that the expressions and tone of voice must keep up.

This stumped Ding Xiu, and he put a lot of effort into it in private.

"Click!"

"Over!"

The director's voice came from the scene, and there was no need for translation, Ding Xiu, who had been on the set for a while, could already understand the basic words.

Taking the water handed by the assistant, he sat on the rest chair and poured it hard.

It is very difficult to act with numbers, and my voice is hoarse.

I didn't expect to live as the person I hated the most, this feeling is really, and it's pretty cool.

"Fuck, no wonder they all like to read numbers, and they take the money when they say 1234, it's really easy."

Hearing this, the translator Xiaoyu patted his ass and said: "Brother Xiu, you are different, you are in a special situation, transnational acting is basically like this, Korean actors go to the mainland to film and also read numbers, or they speak Korean, and their opponents can't understand Korean, so it's better to read numbers neatly." ”

"And you have memorized all the opponent's lines, we are professional, not fooling, for the sake of the crew."

Ding Xiu smiled slightly: "If you can speak, just say more." ”

Xiaoyu smiled awkwardly: "This is a fact, Huang Zhengming has no opinion." ”

Yes, the main thing is that Huang Zhengming has no opinion.

Good actors are all brought to each other, and the language barrier has become an obstacle between Ding Xiu and Huang Zhengming, and the two can only rely on their own acting skills to make up for this obstacle.

For Huang Zhengming, whether Ding Xiu speaks Mandarin or reads numbers, there is no difference at all, because he can't understand it, as long as the mood is right, he can enter the play.

Xiaoyu's admiration for Ding Xiu is that he obviously reads numbers, but if you close your ears, it won't affect the viewing of the play at all.

Not to mention that Ding Xiu is a top actor in the mainland, and there is no one who has acted to this point, and he can read the numbers without jumping the play, and he is still in the role.

Those actors who say 12345 will not be scolded so badly if they have this foundation.

Of course, it is not easy to get to the point where Ding Xiu is.

Entering the play is one thing, you also have to understand the script, know what the character you want to express, and be familiar with the opponent's script.

Those who read numbers, not to mention the opponent's script, don't memorize their own lines, how can they have any feelings at all.

Putting down the mineral water, Ding Xiu said to Xiaoyu: "You communicate with the director, can the weekend play be two days in advance, I need to go to the Golden Horse Awards, and I have to delay it for a day." ”

On the weekend, Ding Qing came to the magic capital and brought gifts to Li Zicheng.

After getting off the plane in Seoul, Li Zicheng went to pick him up.

Of course, the crew will not shoot this scene as two scenes, and directly set up the equipment at the Modu Airport, and the two occasions will be filmed together.

Coincidentally, the Dragon Hunt released last year and the Embroidered Spring Knife released this year, both dramas were shortlisted for the Golden Horse Awards, and the Dragon Hunt was nominated for Best Actor, and the Embroidered Spring Knife was nominated for Best Newcomer Director, Best Action Direction, Best Editing, and Best Supporting Actor.

Bullet Fly, which was released at about the same time, also had multiple nominations, Best Director, Best Actor, Best Sound, Best Supporting Actor, Best Supporting Actress, and Best Screenplay......

Several popular films released last year are also competing, including Liu Dehua and others.

"Okay, Brother Xiu, I'll go now." Xiaoyu was envious for a few seconds and trotted to find the director.

Look at Ding Xiu, going to the Golden Horse Awards is like shopping.

She wanted to do it too.

Golden Horse Awards, such a big thing, of course the director did not dare to delay Ding Xiu, and immediately adjusted the shooting cycle and adjusted the time.

……

Magic City, Airport.

A plane landed from Seoul.

Ding Xiu, Huang Zhengming, the director of the new world, and several people walked out together.

When he came to his own territory, Ding Xiu moved his neck, indescribably relaxed, for the first time, he felt that the people of the Demon Capital were so kind.

In Korea before, no matter where I went, I heard Korean, and when I came here, even if the local dialect could not be understood, the cordiality in the blood could not be erased by language.

"Ding Xiu, what are they talking about?"

Huang Zhengming was a little restrained, listening to the pointing and pointing of the people around him, and asked Ding Xiu cautiously.

After receiving the translation, Ding Xiu said: "They are locals, and I don't understand them. ”

"Ah, aren't you all one country, how can you not understand each other?"

Huang Zhengming was shocked, this was the first time he had encountered such a situation.

Gently patting him on the shoulder, Ding Xiu said lightly: "Because our country is too big, there are fifty-six ethnic groups, and there are hundreds of languages, and it may not be possible to speak it when you go out of the village." ”

"I can't say exactly how big it is, let's put it this way, our country is about a hundred times the size of your country."

"The total area of the magic capital where we are now is about 6,000 square kilometers, which is ten times the size of Seoul."

After speaking, Ding Xiu walked towards the exit with a familiar car, leaving Huang Zhengming with a sluggish face.

He knew that it was huge, and he could feel it from the length of time he was on the plane, but he didn't expect it to be so big, a hundred times, a little scary.

And this city, which is ten times the size of Seoul, how long will it take to get around?

And Ding Xiu, how can there be hundreds of languages?

It must be painful for students to attend class, right?

When he came out of the airport, Huang Zhengming knew how much influence Ding Xiu had in the mainland, and the outside was full of airport pick-ups, hundreds of people in Wuyang, passers-by taking pictures along the way, and there were many passengers.

Their line of people is like the stars holding the moon.

Ding Xiu, who walked at the front, seemed to have been used to this kind of scene, smiling and greeting fans along the way.

As the host, Ding Xiu was not stingy, in the evening, he took the director and Huang Zhengming to the best local hotel, and the karaoke bathed in a one-stop way, and when they came out the next day, the two of them walked floating.

The two didn't expect that there would be so many tricks.

It can only be said that it is worthy of being a cosmopolitan city.

Seoul can't be compared.

What is poor here, rumors, they are all rumors.

(End of chapter)