"Lingling."

"Lingling."

The night was as dark as ink, and the alarm clock ringing suddenly rang in the room with the footsteps in the corridor. Yu Naihai was dazed and stretched out his arms in the quilt, intending to turn off the alarm clock, but the air was as cold as a needle, forcing him to quickly retract his arm back into the quilt.

I was obviously ten degrees yesterday, but why did I suddenly feel so cold today?

He once again plucked up the courage, and quickly turned off the alarm before the cold air could react.

Then, wrapping the quilt a little tighter and starting to struggle inwardly.

The struggle did not last long, so he found enough reasons for himself.

Today I have to stay in the hotel to write the script.

Although he had planned his itinerary for today before going to bed last night.

In the morning, I went to the set with the crew to see what was going on with the "outrageous imagination" performance described by Du Qifeng. I stayed on the set until noon and took a lunch at the same time. I went back to the hotel to take a nap. After waking up, I decided whether to swim in the swimming pool upstairs according to my mood. I waited until four o'clock and officially started to improve the details of the script and modify it.

But the bed was so comfortable that he had no idea of ​​implementing the plan.

Maybe he was old. In the past, if nothing happened, he could sleep until twelve o'clock in the afternoon. But in recent years, let alone twelve o'clock, even if he woke up at two or three o'clock in the night, he would have to wait for a while before he could fall asleep again.

The same is true now. Family and work matters are flying around in front of him, and these things seem to affect his physical feelings, and the bed is gradually not so warm.

After rubbing his face, Yu Naihai got up from the bed, put on a quilt, and took it out of the wardrobe and prepared down jackets before.

After packing up, he went downstairs and stood at the main entrance of the hotel. A gust of cold wind blew. He shrank his shoulders and looked at the crew staff carrying large and small bags on the bus one after another outside the door. He sighed silently. The film and television industry is a youthful meal. There is no age limit for the work of directors and producers, but when the staff at the bottom of the teams, who are about forty years old, have to consider saying goodbye to this industry completely.

It is still unknown when I can get off at six o'clock in the evening, but it is still unknown, but it is certain that it is unlikely before seven o'clock, and older people can't stand it.

Yu Naihai thought he had arrived earlier, but when he arrived on the set, he found that the machines, lights, props, sets and other groups were making final adjustments.

Not far from the busy lighting lantern, Xu Rong asked the makeup artist to make up his makeup while listening to Du Qifeng's next play.

Xu Rong had general ideas about how to present each scene, but unlike in the past, he could use his own ideas, now he still needs to know what Du Qifeng wants.

Maybe the final cut will retain the part he plays, and maybe the part Du Qifeng wants, but just like everyone is compromising, he has to compromise.

Xu Rong remembered the situation she noticed when she was washing up and said to the teacher who was putting on makeup: "Teacher Liu, do you think today that my hair is a little longer than when I was taken on the first day?"

He called "Teacher Liu" a chubby middle-aged woman in her thirties, with her hair neatly tied behind her head. When she heard his words, she raised her head and asked uncertainly: "Have you grown a little?"

“My hair grows a little faster, it feels like it’s growing a little.”

The basis for Xu Rong's "feeling" is not the length of his hair, but when he was washing up just now, he found out from the mirror that the overall outline of his hairstyle was not as smooth as three days ago.

Du Qifeng and Zheng Baorui looked at each other. They did not notice any change, but Du Qifeng guessed Xu Rong's mentality at this time and said to the makeup artist: "Then, repair it a little."

Teacher Liu understood what Du Qifeng meant. She took out the tools and carefully clapped the details of Xu Rong's hair, but in fact, she did not really cut too much hair.

After working in this industry for a long time, she vaguely understood that psychological effects have a great impact on the actor's performance. If he thinks it is inappropriate, the subsequent shooting will probably turn into a disaster.

Xu Rong naturally understood this truth, but he was more willing to believe that discomfort was caused by long hair, rather than when he called Xiao Zhang last night, when Xiao Zhang told him a new word.

Wait for good news.

While the middle-aged woman gave Xu Rong to her hair, Du Qifeng continued: "Then you walked here and picked up the knife. Just like you said yesterday, in order to create better escape conditions, you will never mind solving anyone when you need it."

"good."

Xu Rong likes this shooting rhythm very much. Although a shot may have to be filmed repeatedly or even dozens of times due to various reasons such as actors, radios, lighting, props, etc., at least it is not as rushing as a TV series.

A thirty-episode TV series has a total length of about 1,000 minutes. In terms of dual camera positions, the material may take 2,400 minutes or even more. Generally speaking, the shooting cycle will take about three months. Taking 120 minutes as an example, the material time may take 480 minutes or even more. The same three months will be filmed, which means that for the creators, each shot can spend more time polishing, finding the best colors and angles, and targeting the actors, and pursuing the best performance they can achieve as much as possible.

Not far away, Yu Naihai was sitting on the chair with a down jacket and motionless. He originally wanted to walk around, but later he found that as long as he did not move, the heat on his body seemed to be dissipating slowly, and he would not feel so cold.

He looked at Xu Rong, who was still wearing a coat, and was quite puzzled. Are northerners so fucking cold?

When Du Qifeng left and brought a cool breeze to the shop, he tightened his arms again. Seeing Du Qifeng pick up the headphones, he asked, "Photo directly?"

"Photo directly." Du Qifeng shook his head gently, "I have to hurry up a little today."

"Oh, I'm talking." Yu Naihai suddenly realized that almost two-thirds of the filming announcement today were Xu Rong's plays, one-third more than the original plan, and the one-third more more were Xu Rong's.

What I want to film is the scene of Xu Rong escaping from the hospital.

“The whole venue is quiet.”

"."

“action.”

At the end of the corridor, Xu Rong walked out of a ward, holding a disposable water cup in his hand, pretending to drink water to cover his face, his raised eyelids were quite restless, like a wolf, patrolling around.

He quickly passed by the extras along the established positioning route, and at some moment, he suddenly turned into an uninhabited room on his left.

"Card."

Du Qifeng finished shouting, and always felt something was wrong.

It was too fast, and he always felt that there must be problems he had not noticed during the shooting.

But after watching the replay, he found that the effect he wanted was Xu Rong and various departments.

But even so, he was still worried.

From experience, it shouldn't be so smooth.

Seeing that Du Qifeng was not saying a word, everyone was stunned on the spot, not knowing what to do next.

Xu Rong and deputy director Zheng Baorui looked at each other, walked behind Du Qifeng, and asked, "Director?"

Du Qifeng watched the playback three times in a row, but still didn't find anything wrong. When he heard the sound, he turned his head and looked at the two people behind him at some point, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Zheng Baorui looked at him in confusion and asked, "Director, are we going to remake it, or?"

Du Qifeng couldn't decide the main point for a while. If he continued to take a shot, if he found that there was something wrong with the scene, he would be very troublesome to re-set the scene and choose the extras.

There are more than a dozen extras in the camera, where each extra stands, how to move, and how to dress, the two shots must be connected, and the perspective cannot be switched, the old lady standing on Xu Rong's left suddenly becomes a child.

Seeing that Du Qifeng was a little confused for a moment, Xu Rong asked, "Director, can I change into a white coat?"

Du Qifeng looked at him in confusion and asked, "What does the white coat mean?"

Xu Rong pointed to several extras who played medical staff not far away and said, "It's just that I'm a temporary doctor's clothes and masks. If I were Cai Tianming, I would definitely do these things if the situation allows, because wearing a coat and a mask will only take 20 or 30 seconds at most, but in the hospital where guards are everywhere, it can increase the chance of escape."

Du Qifeng did not express his opinion immediately. If someone else came, he would definitely not agree, because under the limited age of Cai Tianming, no actor can perform a thrilling escape scene with just a pair of eyes.

Out of instinct, he wanted to find a reason to refuse, but when the words came to his mouth, he remembered the scene that seemed to have some problems just now. He was a little worried, so he planned to prepare more materials and said, "Then try one first."

"good."

Yu Naihai listened to Xu Rong's suggestion and his eyes were straightened. He completely discovered that Xu Rong had a problem with his mind. He wanted to help Cai Tianming think about all the ways and routes that could escape.

Xu Rong was also quite surprised by Du Qifeng's quick and neat agreement. Yesterday, Du Qifeng held a meeting with him and Sun Honglei, hoping that they would not interfere too much in the creation.

The reason he proposed it was just out of an intuitive feeling, because he believed that if he really encountered that situation, he would never run out without any concealment.

There is surveillance in the hospital!

As Xu Rong put on a white coat, he was still thinking about Du Qifeng who had just taken the photo for a while, and then trotted to Xu Rong in front of him in a surprised gaze, grabbed Xu Rong's arm and said, "Wait a minute, you come out from here, when you go out, take your right foot first, don't be too anxious to walk out, you have to have a process of observing the corridor, that's it."

Du Qifeng was a little fat. In order to maintain a steady rhythm, he could only hold the corridor wall with one hand and lean back slightly.

This is Du Qifeng's habit, and he demonstrates it to the actors himself.

However, because of his body shape, he could only demonstrate a "god" and it was difficult to perfectly present the "form" he expected.

Xu Rong looked at his appearance, thought for a while, put his hands in the pocket in front of him, his waist and back were straight, and he stepped out with one foot. Only when he landed on the ground, the heels of the leather shoes hit the ground first, and the legs hit the ground, as if heavy and light, making a light "pop" sound, turned his head and asked, "Do you mean this?"

Du Qifeng and Xu Rong looked at each other and nodded blankly. He finally discovered something extremely unusual. Xu Rong seemed to have the talent of a director. He seemed to be very clear about how to present the artistic beauty to the greatest extent.

However, Du Qifeng was still quite surprised that he had achieved the effect he wanted with ease. After reaching out and pinching Xu Rong's arm, he suddenly said, "No wonder."

Xu Rong had a noticeable slow motion when he landed just now, which was not much different from ordinary walking, but Du Qifeng, who had demonstrated, knew very well that a simple movement requires strong core strength and body flexibility to achieve it.

It is also a solid foundation for the actors' voice, stage, shape, and expression of "shape".

However, Du Qifeng was a little surprised by these things. He turned his head and said to Zheng Zhaoqiang: "Adjust the camera position, wait for Xu Rong to come out, first give the camera a close-up of the shoe, wait until his feet are pressed down, then hit it up, give the camera a full-body shot, and also give a close-up of the face at the same time."

Zheng Zhaoqiang felt a little embarrassed after hearing this, because the current shooting style was completely different from the previous ones. They had to re-arrange the camera and said, "Director, then it may take 30 minutes to arrange the camera."

Du Qifeng pointed the above watch on his wrist: "It only took twenty minutes to the previous shot. Even if we waste forty minutes, we have also filmed a line of scripts in one hour, and it's very soon."

With Du Qifeng's words, the surroundings were quiet for a moment. After four days of starting the filming, everyone could feel Du Qifeng's style. Although there were various requirements for actors' performances, lighting, etc., the core requirement was still progress.

"Okay, get ready."

With Du Qifeng's order, the crew immediately started to drive full power.

Xu Rong was wearing a white coat and a mask, standing quietly in the room beside him, brewing emotions. In the next scene, he will abandon his best lines and expression assistance, and use his body (eyes) to present the plot and Cai Tianming's ideas.

"Teacher Wang, Teacher Xu is preparing, don't bother him."

Wang Zixuan looked at Wang Yaqin who was blocking her, nodded gently, and just looked at Xu Rong.

Before the shooting started, You Naihai found that his hands were inserted into his bags. Xu Rong, wearing a mask, accidentally glanced in the direction of him.

After looking at Xu Rong for a moment, he hurriedly looked away. Xu Rong only showed his eyes, but when he looked at him, he always felt a little scared when he was staring at him.

“The whole venue is quiet.”

“action.”

Something happened on the weekend, but I didn't make up for it, sorry.
Chapter completed!