Because of Wang Dalun's persuasion, there was no farce in history where Zuo Wenlu took his luggage into the car and left in front of everyone, and then got out of the car.

But Lao Jia was still scared. He adjusted his shooting plan, moved all Zuo Wenlu's scenes to the front, and ended her shooting as soon as possible. At the same time, this kind of thing would inevitably have a very bad impact on the crew. Lao Jia specially said hello to keep it secret. But after all, there was no airtight wall, and the matter was spread privately inside the crew. Lao Jia was very annoyed by this, but he could not do anything about it.

Two days later, the car going to Beijing to pull the equipment and the crew back to Fenyang. Another day later, "Xiao Wu" officially started filming.

Lao Jia's shooting method is completely different from the experience taught in the film school - he has to try any taboos that the teacher warned in class. He never made a film beforehand and asked him how to use the camera the next day. He always said that it was all in his mind, but the plan in his mind would change it again and again when he arrived at the scene. Moreover, he only let Wang Dalun and Zuo Wenlu read the script, and the other actors only told them the general direction of the plot and the basic requirements for the performance, so that they could "play" on the spot.

Li Shaohong requires strict performances according to the script and must be performed without any fault. Zhang Yuan is very good at listening to the opinions of actors. As long as he has a good opinion, he will not hesitate to change the scene temporarily, but the performance still needs to follow the script. But Lao Jia is an outlier. As long as you are within the frame of the plot direction, you can change the lines and change the action. As long as you are reasonable, you can perform whatever you want. And often after a shot, if you have other ideas, he can let you perform again. This made Wang Dalun feel very satisfied, but the face of the production director Wang Hongwei became ugly, because the film loss in this way was really amazing, which had long exceeded expectations.

"Xiao Zuo, don't sit like this, come over, yes, sit horizontally on the bed against the wall, OK, OK!"

"Dalun, are you ready?"

"Everyone is in place and is ready to start shooting."

“action!”

Wang Hongwei, who was part-time recording, hit the board with a "pop".

Zuo Wenlu sat across the bed with a quilt in his arms, and Wang Dalun put his hands in his pockets, wandering around the room.

"Card!"

Just as the filming started, Lao Jia stopped again.

Lao Jia is always like this. He doesn't look at the monitor. He squatted behind Yu Liwei and looked at the scene in the viewfinder. Many times, just after the filming or halfway through the shooting, he would stop and find out whether this or that, but he had new inspiration and had to shoot again. Now everyone is used to his style and stops and waits for him to speak. Wang Hongwei next to him curled his lips. He didn't know how many times he said about this issue, but Lao Jia always didn't listen. The film was almost used up. If Gu Zheng, who returned to Beijing to do business and buy film, would have to stop working in the next two days.

Lao Jia pondered at Wang Dalun and said, "Xiao Wu is a rookie in terms of love. He likes Hu Meimei. He becomes nervous when they are together, so he will use some... well, ridiculous or naughty... Yes, it is just a naughty body language to hide his nervousness. You show it."

"I got it, director."

Although Wang Dalun usually talks about Lao Jia, he will change his words to be director when filming. Although Lao Jia didn't say it, it can be seen that he admires Wang Dalun's work attitude very much.

"Director, do you think this is OK?"

Wang Dalun thought for a moment, took out a cigarette from his pocket, held one in his mouth, and then took off the larger suit on his body halfway, huddled his hands into his sleeves, and shook the sleeves around.

"Okay, just do that."

Lao Jia nodded in praise. This was another aspect of his appreciation for Wang Dalun, because Wang Dalun could always express his ideas very accurately.

“action!”

Wang Dalun was holding a cigarette in his mouth and swaying his sleeves around the room. His eyes seemed to have had an occupational disease, looking around everywhere.

"Thank you, it's much better now." Zuo Wenlu smiled relaxedly and said the lines.

"It's okay." Wang Dalun spoke a little vaguely with a cigarette in his mouth.

Zuo Wenlu tilted his head and looked at him with some amusement, "Sit down."

There is no such thing as this line script. Originally, Xiao Wu took the initiative to sit on Hu Meimei's bed, but Zuo Wenlu's action, a word, made the plot below smoother.

Wang Dalun sat on the small bed, ran upwards and leaned against the wall, trying to find a comfortable position. Zuo Wenlu put the quilt close to his side so as not to press the quilt. With these two silent actions, there was no trace of performance on both sides, and everything seemed so real and natural.

Tsk! Lao Jia couldn't help but admire his vision. These two actors in front of him were undoubtedly extremely talented. He just found the right thing to find them. He wanted this truth. At the same time, he felt a little regretful, because of the unpleasantness before, and he probably wouldn't look for Zuo Wenlu to film again in the future.

"Your family runs a coal mine, right? Why are you so rich?"

Wang Dalun thought for a while, and thrust his hand out of his sleeve and said, "I'm just a craftsman."

“It doesn’t look like it.”

Wang Dalun looked at his hands, gestured on the front and back, and said, "I just rely on these hands to make a living."

In the backlight, his hands were red and translucent, and his fingers were slender.

Zuo Wenlu believed it and nodded, "It's not easy to make a living by craftsmanship."

Wang Dalun raised his hand to pick up the cigarette from his mouth, sprayed out a mouthful of thick smoke, and the ash flicked on the ground casually. He sighed, but said a little disdainful: "There are people who open karaoke bars, and the cigarette sellers are selling karaoke bars, I'm stupid!"

Zuo Wenlu bit his lip and didn't know what to say, while Wang Dalun smoked sips, and the two of them were speechless for a moment.

After a while, Zuo Wenlu turned around and said, "Do you really not know how to sing?"

"I really won't."

"Then why do you always go to the karaoke bar?"

Wang Dalun touched his hair and lowered his head without saying a word.

"Do you like me singing?"

Wang Dalun nodded shyly: "I like it."

Zuo Wenlu became very happy and said, "I like singing too."

Then he became depressed and said, "Do you know? Many people say that I look like a star, but I know I will never become a star in my life."

After saying that, he snorted softly, as if he was joking about himself.

The two of them were speechless again. This time, Wang Dalun turned his head to look at her and said, "You sing a song for me!"

"What do you want to hear?"

"You like to sing the most."

"Then I'll sing Wang Jingwen's song for you!"

"OK."

"Then you are not allowed to laugh at me."

"I don't laugh."

"Why is it raining in my sky? Why is it always with tears in my sky..."

Zuo Wenlu was very dedicated to singing, and Wang Dalun listened quietly.

This is a long shot, two people sitting shoulder to shoulder on the bed, the room is very messy, with four or five beds, suitcases, shoes, and washbasins placed in a row, and various women's clothes hanging on the wall. The sunlight shines through the window, and the smoke in Wang Dalun's hand lingers.

As she sang, she suddenly cried. Wang Dalun looked at her quietly. Zuo Wenlu wiped away his tears and looked back at him. The two of them looked at each other...

"You really can't sing?"

"Won't!"

"No, you have to sing a song for me."

"Then you close your eyes!"

Zuo Wenlu closed his eyes, Wang Dalun took out the lighter that came from Jin Xiaoyong's house, held it in her ear with his hand, and gently pressed it down. The lighter rang, and the song "To Alice" came, as if it was still very nice.

Zuo Wenlu suddenly hugged him. He hugged Zuo Wenlu clumsyly.

Zuo Wenlu said in his ear: "I know what you want. When I recover from my illness, I will give it to you."

"Card! Perfect."

Lao Jia was very excited. This was the smoothest shot since the filming started. The male and female protagonists were very devoted to each other. The love between the karaoke bar lady and the thief was exactly the warm side he wanted to express.

“Do it again…”

"Everyone is calling perfect, so I'll have another yarn! Brother, there's not enough film, so I have to save some money." Wang Hongwei couldn't help it anymore and jumped out and shouted. As the director of the production, he had to be responsible for the entire crew and could not let Lao Jia Luan do it.

Fortunately, Gu Zheng came back the next day and brought ten films. The shooting was in order. Ten days later, the heroine's scene was completed, and Zuo Wenlu left the crew.

Soon, the filming of what Lao Jia thought was the highlight was the scene where Xiao Wu took a bath in the bathroom, requiring Wang Dalun to appear. Lao Jia had talked to him about this before, and Wang Dalun was very straightforward at that time, and sacrificed for art!

Maybe Lao Jia was still unsure. The night before the filming, Gu Zheng came to the door and said nothing else, and kept praising his performance for being very good. Wang Dalun knew what he meant, but he felt very painful when he listened to his stingy words about Balabala.

"Hiss--" When Wang Dalun took off his clothes simply, Lao Jia couldn't help but take a breath of air conditioning. Unexpectedly, this guy looked quite thin, but his body was very material, with a sculpted muscle line, which ran down from his shoulders with a crazy look, like running water, surging.

This immediately made Lao Jia a little troubled. His original idea was that Xiao Wu was a vulgar person, and if he took off his bare body, he would be a piece of pork ribs. But Gu Zheng had a different opinion. He believed that Xiao Wu was the head of a thief, and those who could take the lead would be brave and fierce, while his muscles would be more intuitive.

The two couldn't argue for a while.

"Hey, I said, are you still finished? Can you take pictures?"

The weather was quite cold in April. Wang Dalun took off his clothes and stood there trembling. The two guys were still available to argue.

What to do? You can’t find a nude substitute anymore, you can only take pictures.

The temperature in the room was not high, so Wang Dalun shivered a few times. He changed into wooden slippers, stood up, with a towel on his shoulder, and walked towards the bathroom with a slightly hunched back. The wooden slippers stepped on the cement floor, making a "lewd and slutty" sound.

As soon as Wang Dalun entered the bathroom, he was slipped and fell into the distance. He could only hit the ground with one foot and jumped to find the thrown slipper.

There was not a single person in the bathroom, and the water in the pool was very clear. He jumped into the bath, and his whole body was filled with goose bumps, and he cursed in his heart: Damn! This water is too cold.

He could only hold his air to adapt to the temperature of the water, as if the water was very hot. He gradually adapted, and his body was undulating under the buoyancy of the water. He stretched out his arms and leaned in the water and began to swim. His arms hit the water, splashing everywhere.

After playing alone, he sat in the pool and remembered that he would go to see Hu Meimei later. Because her health was getting better, Hu Meimei promised him that, what could be...

While excited, he sang a song openly: My thoughts are an invisible net. My thoughts are no longer the sea that breaks the dam...

More than ten days later, the filming was about to end, but Lao Jia still hadn't figured out how to end "Xiao Wu".

Perhaps the locals think that filming is easy to play and rare, so they are always watched during filming, which causes a lot of trouble for Lin Xiaoling's recordings during the same period. Every time they have to rack their brains to not "break the way" the recording. However, Lao Jia got inspiration from it and decided to "break the way" the "break the way" in the end, so that those onlookers become the onlookers in the cinema.

So Wang Dalun was handcuffed to the telephone pole, and he squatted down to rest. More and more people were watching him on the roadside. Wang Dalun looked at them, and they looked at Wang Dalun for a long time...
Chapter completed!