I'm the supporting role, so are you?

Chapter 3 Thank you for running with me
Before he could figure it out, the third shot had already started.

There was chaos in the hall, the servants protected the princess and retreated, and they were about to lose.

There were fewer and fewer people protecting the princess, and suddenly someone's eyes lit up: "General!"

"General..."

Ye Jing swung his sword away from the enemy in front of him, clenched his long sword tightly, and rushed forward.

The executive director's eyes widened, and the shape of his mouth suggested: "Lines! Lines!"

Ye Jingfei rushed to block the sword for the princess, blood splashed on his face, dripping down his eyelashes, but he didn't blink.

He tried his best to block another move, but he didn't fall down.

With the long sword on the ground, he half-kneeled in front of the princess and blocked her behind him, his gaze was firm and determined: "Your Highness Princess!"

He seemed to want to say something, but more and more blood flowed from his mouth.

The lines are not finished!
He bit the blood bag ahead of time!
Zhang Qian shook his hand, thinking that it was broken.

However, no one dared to remind, and Director Zhuang did not stop.

He even sat up slightly, the cigarette on his finger was slowly burning, and when the wind blew, some ash fell on the ground.

Enter the play.

At this moment, Ye Jing is the general, and the general is Ye Jing.

The princess fell to the ground and called out sadly, "General!"

The general's gloomy eyes suddenly lit up, but he didn't look back at the princess, and stared straight at the enemy.

Fierce and murderous, he held the hilt of the sword with a slight force, as if he would stand up in the next second.

The enemies looked at each other, shrank slightly, but finally stabbed down.

Pass through the chest, one hit kills.

The crying behind him suddenly became much more shrill.

The general opened his mouth, and his gaze went down every inch of it: "I..."

But in the end, he couldn't say the following words, he was unwilling to give up, but there was a bright light in his eyes.

There is suddenly a third of relief in the sorrow, but there is no regret.

The hilt of the sword moved slightly and touched the lower jaw, and his noble head did not hang down until death.

"This..." The executive director hesitated: "Director Zhuang..."

Director Zhuang waved his hand, his eyes showed interest: "Yes."

Although the lines were spoken a bit late, such subtle changes made the general's image more three-dimensional.

He can accept this kind of change.

not to mention……

Director Zhuang sat up straight and stared at Ye Jing in the camera.

They didn't call the card, and the actors didn't dare to stop.

The plot was going on, but Ye Jing remained motionless.

There were endless fights and killings around, and the blood on his face was still dripping.

He didn't move a muscle, didn't even blink an eye.

The executive director called out before Ye Jing stood up and rubbed his chin, the marks were quite obvious.

Seeing that his side was finally over, Yuan Zhou, who was full of doubts, calmed down and walked forward with a smile.

Although Ye Jing shot it well, he could also hear it. He got stuck on this line and couldn't speak it fluently.

Now, it's his turn...

Zhuang Dai fired a cigarette, and suddenly said, "Take a picture of the first two scenes."

"Huh?" The executive director turned around suspiciously, isn't it time for Yuan Zhou to play?

The two looked at each other, Director Zhuang smiled: "Try, while the energy from just now is still there."

Yuan Zhou stopped and looked at Ye Jing.

As if he didn't pay attention to this side, Ye Jing turned around and walked back.

The moment they passed each other, Ye Jing lowered his voice: "Thank you for running with me."

"..."

Yuan Zhou's face was still calm, and he even smiled.

No one knew that the hands covered in the long sleeves had clenched into fists.

The screenwriter has been sitting silently, but the phone in his hand has been stuck on a page for a long time, without any change.

For the first two scenes, both long and near scenes were shot, and the shooting positions also changed.

Seeing the group performers who had been watching from afar being called over to prepare, the agent who had been playing with his mobile phone glanced at the screenwriter, walked towards Yuan Zhou, and said quietly: "Change clothes."

Yuan Zhou was startled, a little unwilling: "I..."

"I went over to tell Director Zhuang that I have something urgent to leave first." The manager turned off his phone and said calmly, "Don't make trouble here, it's ugly."

Anyone with eyes could see Ye Jing's performance just now. He entered the scene in just a few seconds.

But based on his understanding of Yuan Zhou, he couldn't do this step.

Staying any longer is just asking for shame.

Did Zhao Changming find foreign aid for Ye Jing?This thought flashed through my mind.

Seeing him go over to talk to Director Zhuang, Yuan Zhou knew that the matter was a foregone conclusion.

He closed his eyes, turned around and went back into the dressing room.

Embarrassed.

What's more, it's unwillingness.

Obviously, Ye Jing's lines are not fluent...

But it doesn't matter, the next opportunity is still his.

After all, rebirth is his greatest reliance.

A mere leaf scene...

The screenwriter was obviously surprised by Ye Jing's excellent performance, and came here specially after he was off the stage: "You have a deep understanding of this character."

"That's right." Zhuang Dali flicked the cigarette ash and looked up: "Why did you say this line separately? Tell me what you think."

If he said it was to increase the duration, would he be whipped?
Ye Jing thought for a while, and said honestly: "I analyzed the life of the general."

As soon as these words came out, both Director Zhuang and the screenwriter cheered up.

"Oh?"

Ye Jing raised his eyebrows slightly, and his voice was low: "The general is full of loyalty and loyalty. He has practiced martial arts with his father since he was a child, and he has acquired martial arts skills."

"He likes Her Majesty the Princess, but the son-in-law cannot hold real power, let alone lead troops, so the general has never made it clear..."

The original fragmented clues were sorted into clearer character designs.

Last night's homework was not in vain, Ye Jingxin weighed it in his hands, and he didn't even pause.

The more you listen, the brighter the screenwriter's eyes are, and his face is full of surprises.

In the end, Ye Jing came to a conclusion on the relationship between the general and the princess: "This childhood sweetheart's secret love...in the end, he died for the country and guarded the princess. He was full of emotions, not just sad and unwilling."

Director Zhuang squeezed a cigarette, squinted his eyes and said, "What is it?"

Ye Jing's eyes were calm, and he deepened and sublimated the general's feelings: "He has no regrets in protecting his beloved. He has no regrets in sacrificing his life for the country!"

For a moment, everything around was quiet.

Zhang Qian frowned, a little puzzled.

Where did these contents come from?
Isn't it just three lines?

Is it...

Suddenly, the screenwriter's eyes lit up, and he tapped the script: "Yes! That's right! Director Zhuang! When the princess promised to marry another country, and Feng Guanxia bid farewell, I think it's okay..."

She fell into her own thoughts, quickly turned to that page, and discussed with Director Zhuang very excitedly.

Ye Jing didn't interrupt them, and smiled with his lips curled up.

It seems he made the right bet.

Compared with directors who like to dig out details, those who code words are more keen to dig into the corners.

Even extra focus on inspiration.

Seeing that they were chatting happily, he didn't go over to them, and silently went back to the dressing room to remove his makeup.

Zhang Qian followed in, and quietly lowered his voice: "I've been watching. When you play later, Yuan Zhou and the others left."

"Go faster."

When they were leaving, the screenwriter specially found him and handed him a business card: "Ye Jing, right? My name is Wu Qian, and you have given me a new inspiration. Add me on WeChat later, and contact me when you have time."

"Okay." Ye Jing was quite surprised.

Zhang Qian was even more excited, what a great opportunity!

But without saying a few words, someone called the screenwriter over there, and Ye Jing left in a sensible way.

On the way back, Zhang Qian was very happy: "Hurry up and add her! This Wu Qian has some skills. The Republic of China drama last year was very popular, and she wrote it!"

Ye Jing responded and sent a friend request.

As a result, Zhao Changming sent the message first: [Where is it? 】

[Just finished filming, on the way home. 】

Almost as soon as it was sent, Zhao Changming called: "Come to the company."

"Ok."

Fortunately, the company is not far from here. When I arrived, I just saw Zhao Changming get off the car.

"Here we come." Zhao Changming walked ahead with a hurried expression: "Let's go up and talk about it."

What is it, so mysterious.

Did Yuan Zhou sue?Not so!

Everyone depends on their own abilities, and he wouldn't do that if he wanted face.

As a result, when he sat down in the office, Zhao Changming said, "Yuan Zhou said you stole his role."

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