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Chapter 121 The first scene in life
Back in the room, Fang Jing had been thinking about the old man's words. His script was very simple. It was about a story about Ji Jingnian, a scholar of the Ming Dynasty, when he was young, and Xu Zheng next door played an old man.

He is just a memory of Xu Zheng when he was dying, and there are not too many scenes.

Finding a pen and paper, Fang Jing began to reverse Ji Jingnian's youth and childhood according to the script.

Some materials and historical materials are recorded, and he can check them on his mobile phone.

But Du Niang has a few hundred words in total, and the records are incomplete. Many of them need to be supplemented by myself, such as Ji Jingnian's love, family environment, parents' occupation, and whether he has any friends.

This writing is like an addiction, I can't stop at all, it's so interesting.

There is quite a feeling that there are thousands of gullies in the chest, and you can't spit out.

The rooster crows in the morning in the countryside, and the first rooster crows at dawn brings Fang Jing back to reality. His eyes are red and his face is exhausted.

The notebooks on the desk are densely packed and more than half of them are filled with writing, and the refills are replaced by three.

"what!"

After stretching, Fang Jing stretched his shoulders, stood up with his knees cracking, washed his face and brushed his teeth, and went for a run while he still had some energy.

He ran around the town and came back an hour later, passing by the breakfast shop that had just opened, and he brought some fried dough sticks and soy milk for Yang Ning.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk!"

"Sister Ning, are you up yet?"

"Tuk Tuk Tuk! Are you there?"

"Howling!"

Yang Ning put on a coat and slippers, came out to open the door with disheveled hair, squinted her eyes and said, "You'd better ask me for something."

Feeling the murderous aura solidified in the air, Fang Jing shrugged his head subconsciously.

"Hey! I'm not going out for a run, I bought you breakfast specially, eat slowly, I'll go to the set to put on makeup first."

"That's right! I'll keep the phone for you." Fang Jing took two steps and turned back.

He received the shooting notice yesterday, a piece of A4 paper with the name of the shooting director, the name of the action director, the name of the actor, the name of the character, makeup time, makeup delivery time, shooting content, which scene...

Holding the phone, Yang Ning swipe it and unlock it. The page is full of unclosed search information. Looking at the browsing history, there are seven or eight hundred items, starting from nine o'clock last night until five o'clock intermittently.

Historical Records, Zi Zhi Tong Jian, Sixteen Emperors of the Ming Dynasty, Book of Rites, Ancient Etiquette, Ancient Costumes, Imperial Examination System...

Most of them are about Ji Jingnian's life, and a small part is about the background of the Ming Dynasty.

……

When they came to the dressing room, the makeup artist first did Fang Jing's facial treatment. This scene was about Ji Jingnian's father being exiled and his family was in trouble. He was detained by the government and sent to work in a mine.

Since it is desolate, it must look desolate, with disheveled hair, pale face, mentally and physically exhausted, and dirty clothes.

The makeup artist was a girl in her 20s. While applying makeup to Fang Jing, she said, "Mr. Fang, have you not slept for several days? You are almost looking like rabbit eyes, and you look so tired."

"The complexion is also abnormal, and the skin is dull and greasy. Go back and add more fruits and vitamins."

"Okay, you can open your eyes, Teacher Fang, Teacher Fang, wake up, are you asleep?"

"kindness!"

"kindness!"

With half-opened eyes, Fang Jing came back to his senses and took a deep breath. He didn't feel sleepy before, but he fell asleep after sitting down for a long time.

After finding a wig, the makeup artist froze Fang Jing, glanced left and right, picked up the scissors, and trimmed it. A few minutes later, a handsome young man with a sluggish look, a sick face, and long fluttering hair was reflected in the makeup mirror.

"Mr. Fang, these are costumes. One is worn inside and the other is worn outside. The fitting room is next to it."

The makeup artist gave Fang Jing an unopened white coat, white trousers and boots.

A few minutes later, after the scene was changed, the make-up artist's eyes lit up, and she secretly praised her, she is so handsome.

The white clothes are so gentle and elegant. This Confucian uniform is a little more bookish. It would be nice if I added a fan.

Fang Jing himself was also very satisfied with this look, but unfortunately, he was only three seconds handsome, and the makeup artist didn't know what to put on it, as if streaks of lipstick had been streaked across it, all stained with blood from being whipped.

In an instant, he changed from a scholarly family to a prisoner who was squatting.

……

"Teacher Fang, why don't you go back for a break first? I'll call you when the phone is turned on."

At eight o'clock, the staff looked at Fang Jing standing in the snow in single clothes, his face was flushed from the cold, and his nose was running, and they were very worried for him.

It doesn't matter if you die, don't implicate them.

Fang Jing was so cold that his teeth chattered and his whole body trembled, "No, I'll stand for a while to find out how I feel."

Ji Jingnian, who he wants to play, is a prisoner in the mine. He has to come out to quarry in the cold winter, and he doesn't have enough food or clothing to keep warm.

It takes a psychological change from a kid from a rich family who stretches out his clothes to a prisoner.

In order to conform to the plot, Fang Jing slept for three hours on the first day he came, and he didn't sleep for two days yesterday, and even drank a few sips of porridge.

Ji Jingnian in the play has a lot of labor every day. He has no chance to carry stones, so he can only run to burn off calories.

Now there is like a giant gluttonous beast in his stomach, swallowing his stomach and stomach, and his chest is so hungry that his back is pressed against his back.

"Scene 360 of [-], action!"

At 08:30, when the filming finally came, Fang Jing's lips were almost turning blue.

"thump!"

Fang Jing, who was carrying a bamboo basket of stones, fell to the ground, his eyes were blurred, he didn't want to move a finger, he was very hungry and tired, and wanted to sleep, sleeping comfortably for the rest of his life, even if it was snow.

"Ji Jingnian, are you convicted?"

In front of him was a Ming official in a red robe and a high hat, followed by a group of government servants.

"What's the crime... of...?"

When he said this, Fang Jing frowned slightly, his eyes were half-closed, and he didn't look up.

it is good!
In front of the computer screen, the director almost jumped up excitedly, and quickly said in the intercom: "Follow up close-ups, pay attention to the face."

Maybe it was because he had stood in the snow for too long before, Fang Jing's lips were peeling and chapped, his eyes were dull, and his eyelashes were covered with fog and frost. He looked like a tired transition after being tortured.

The director turned to Yang Ning behind him and said, "Miss Yang, is this really the first time this employee in your family is acting?"

"He debuted only half a year ago, and he used to sing. Although he is very popular, he is indeed a newcomer in film and television."

Yang Ning also wondered, did Fang Jing have something to do with her, she just sang, it was her first time acting so well.

"Your father was corrupt, and you didn't report it. According to the laws of the Ming Dynasty, the nine clans should be imprisoned. Today, the Holy One is merciful and spares your life. Why didn't you report your father for his crime and meritorious deeds?"

"As long as you admit that your father is corrupt, you can leave the mine immediately."

"Bah! The eunuch will not die well."

Fang Jing took a breath and slowly struggled to get up. His pale face and trembling legs made one wonder if he could survive for half an hour.

As a result, the expression between his brows became firm, and his weak eyes became fierce and indifferent.

As the cold wind blew past, Fang Jing was like a sieve riddled with holes. He couldn't help shivering, and his frozen blue fingers trembled slightly.

Jie Ao looked at the group of people in front of him, and he said angrily: "My father was wronged, you gangsters and lackeys, you are doing your own thing, just wait, you will die sooner or later."

"Hmph! You're stubborn, since you're willing to stay here, then stay here. I'll see how long you'll be stubborn."

(End of this chapter)