The Wind of China Entertainment 2005

Chapter 208
It's finally finished.

In the afternoon at the end of October, Lu Yuan's last scene was on Guangzhou Street in Hengdian.

Yu Zecheng was kidnapped by the webmaster and went to Wanwan, where the organization once again issued a latent mission.

He needed to start a family with his new comrades to protect his identity, and the wife assigned to him by the organization was Mu Wanqiu, who joined the revolution under his guidance.

In the last scene, Yu Zecheng stared at the wedding photos of himself and Wan Qiu on the wall.

I was thinking about Cuiping, whose whereabouts were unknown, and recalling every detail of the two of them, a tear slowly slid down her cheek.

"it is good."

"Pass!"

Jiang Wei's voice came from behind the monitor, and the crew instantly became excited.

Two months of filming, with tight schedule and difficult conditions, made both the actors and the crew members physically and mentally exhausted.

Although it was picked up by Southern Television not long after the filming started, everyone felt at a loss if the filming was not completed in one day.

I always worry that one day Zhang Jing and Chen Xuejun will leave and never come back.

This is not a rare thing. It is not uncommon in the industry for the management to run away halfway through the filming. As for the settlement of the final payment, there is no need to count on it.

Lu Yuan and Zhu Jie, who played Mu Wanqiu, looked at each other and were speechless.

Taking the flowers handed over by the staff, Zhu Jie breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "Teacher Lu, happy cooperation, we'll have a great deal."

"Finish it!"

After taking a group photo, Lu Yuan took a separate photo with several eager staff members.

A TV series is just a dream at 24 frames per second. When you wake up from the dream, it ends.

Life is just a process of twenty hours a day. At the end of the day, it’s time to let go.

Producer Zhang Jing had reserved a seat in the VIP building early and tried her best to set up several banquet tables.

At eight o'clock in the evening, when the crew's car arrived at the door of the hotel, looking at the magnificent front entrance of the hotel, everyone felt a sense of unreality in a trance.

They looked at each other with suspicion in their eyes. It couldn't be that the driver went to the wrong place.

Although VIP Restaurant is famous for its delicious food in Hengdian, it is expensive. Can a poor crew like us really afford it?

The car door opened for a few seconds, but no one got out of the car first. Everyone looked left and right. What if they really went wrong? It would be a joke.

Zhang Jing got off the leading car. After waiting for a long time, she didn't see anyone following her. When she came over to take a look, she was happy.

She waved her hand and said with a smile: "What are you waiting for? Get out of the car. There is not much money left in the account, and there is not enough money to declare and distribute. There is no need to save money after thinking about it. Let's eat and drink as much as we want."

"Hey, I just said this is the place, look at how cowardly you all are."

"In hindsight, didn't you look like you were pretending to be sleeping just now?"

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After entering the box, everyone sat down. First, Chen Xuejun said a few words, and then Zhang Jing, Jiang Wei, and Lu Yuan came on stage and lamented the difficulty of filming.

The process was as usual, and everyone below watched eagerly.

When the dishes are all served, there is no politeness, just use chopsticks to eat and drink.

I don't know who started it, but the wine started to taste like water.

Lu Yuan didn't pay attention to what he drank or how much he drank, and he didn't have time to pay attention.

Life is just like this, there are gatherings and separations, nothing more than that.

Chinese opera, advanced training class.

The classroom is not small. There is a mirror on the inner wall. Sunlight shines through the window, against the mirror and then softly onto the ground, as if it were covered with a layer of golden satin.

Liu Shishi wore a thin coat, crossed his legs, held a small notebook in his arms, and stared closely at the Chinese opera teacher in front of him.

Wen Cuiting graduated from Chinese Opera. She is in her thirties and has a slender figure. At this time, she was vividly explaining the eye play to several students below.

"Actually, the so-called eyes can speak is not as mysterious as it is spread outside. Eyes are one of the important ways for us to express our emotions."

"Even a person who has never studied acting has content in his eyes, but without training, the expression will not be so precise."

"There is a saying in the opera world that the drama of a body lies in the face, and the drama of a face lies in the eyes. If there is no drama in the eyes, the drama will be gone."

"The core of the eyes is to focus the light and not to diverge. If the eyes wander, no matter how rich your inner emotions are, they will not be conveyed."

Speaking of this, Wen Cuiting paused for a moment, looked at the wide-eyed students below, and suddenly laughed.

"Liu Shishi, I'm not asking you to stare. Remember that the core is control."

Miss Liu was extremely embarrassed when she was suddenly named, but after spending time with Mr. Lu for a long time, she also learned a little bit of shamelessness.

She blinked and asked curiously: "Control?"

"Yes, control is very important. It is the foundation of performance. The eyes are nothing more than moving from three angles: left, right, and down. If you move slowly, you can form thoughts, like this."

As she spoke, Wen Cuiting raised her eyebrows slightly, her eyes moved from upper left to upper right, lowered her eyes and lowered her eyebrows, then raised her head again, her brows relaxed and said: "Do you understand?" Liu Shishi nodded in understanding. : "What if my eyes move faster?"

"It's easy to walk faster, just like this. This is disdain, bam! This is playfulness, ha~, this is teasing, oh~"

Wen Cuiting's eyes narrowed and she continued: "It's easy to say, but it's hard to say, eye control requires long-term training.

Not only the eyes, but also the facial muscles, and the most important breath control, if you connect them all, you can almost achieve the goal. "

"If the eyes are not trained, there will be no spirit on the stage. If the eyes cannot speak, they will not be able to attract the audience. The eye style and the look... it means that the eyeballs can move up, down, left, and right, and the heart can see the eyes.

After practicing your eyeballs, you can then try to figure it out in the mirror based on the thoughts and feelings of the characters in the play. Slowly, you will be able to do whatever you want.

If the eye power cannot be achieved, the eyes will be weak, and if the eyes are weak, there will be no purpose. Then no matter how good the figure is, no matter how beautiful the appearance is, the essence, energy, and spirit of the character will not be able to come out. "

Liu Shishi was thoughtful, took out a small notebook and started recording.

At this time, a student next to her raised his hand: "Teacher, how should we practice on weekdays?"

"Everyone has heard the story about Peking Opera master Mei Lanfang raising pigeons to practice her eyesight," Wen Cuiting said.

Liu Shishi's pen tip paused slightly. She had actually heard her grandfather talk about this.

It is said that when Mei Lanfang was young, his eyes were dull and his eyelids were pulled down, almost covering his eyes. This was a fatal flaw for dramatic performances.

So when he was 17 years old, he raised several pairs of pigeons.

Every morning when I get up, I first clean the pigeon nest, feed and water it, and then open the nest and release the pigeons.

According to the flying ability of the pigeons, put the strongest team up, and then put the second team after a while, and so on.

Pigeons are seen flying far away in the sky, and they often fly together with other people's pigeons. To find your own pigeons, you have to look far away frequently and follow the pigeons at any time.

In this way, my eyes are no longer afraid of the wind and light, and my eyeball movements become much more flexible.

Liu Shishi racked his head and thought about it, and felt that this method was not very good. If he raised pigeons at home, he would most likely be beaten to death by his mother.

She raised her hand and asked, "Teacher, is there any other way?"

Wen Cuiting smiled: "Of course, when you have nothing to do, you can also stare at a relatively open place and write letters in the air with your eyes.

For example, write a K, and then continue to write a Y. The eyeballs will continue to change according to the position of the written letters, which can also make the eyes more agile. "

In the late autumn of October, at dusk, the capital city illuminated by the setting sun is full of golden color, as if it has been plated with gold.

A little far away from the entrance of the Chinese Drama School, there was a commercial vehicle parked.

Lu Yuan was sitting in the car, wearing sunglasses and half-squinting his eyes, as if sleeping.

Not long after, I saw Liu Shishi, a girl carrying a schoolbag, walking out of the school gate like a lady.

There was also a female classmate beside him, and the two of them were talking and laughing.

Miss Liu glanced left and right from time to time. When she saw the familiar car behind her, her little face looked like a blooming peony.

I don't know what I said to the girl next to me, and she ran over jumping.

After getting in the car, she felt a little unhappy when she saw Lu Yuan ignored her, so she stretched out her white hand and waved it in front of his eyes.

Still no response, most likely asleep, she muttered to herself.

Perhaps thinking of something, she rolled her eyes and suddenly leaned over the armrest, staring at Lu Yuan's face carefully.

I haven't seen him for a while. He looks a bit haggard, but his appearance hasn't changed much. Well, he seems to be more handsome again.

Thick eyebrows, a high nose, two light red lips with clear outlines and smooth lines.

He was obviously asleep, but the corners of his mouth were still slightly raised into a charming arc.

Further down, the collar of the white shirt is slightly open, and the bulging Adam's apple can be seen.

Liu Shishi carefully stretched out his hand, poked it twice, and touched it twice, from his Adam's apple to his lips.

I also felt that the sunglasses hanging on my face were a bit unsightly, so I reached out to take them off.

Halfway through taking it, she saw Lu with his eyes open and staring at her with a half-smile.

This guy asked in a cowardly manner: "How does it feel?"

Liu Shishi was so embarrassed that he went back to his seat in a panic.

How could Lu Yuan let her go so easily? He put his arms around her waist and pulled her down with slight force.

"Oh, no. Uh."

"Um"

About ten minutes, maybe half an hour.

Liu Shishi fell weakly into his arms, looking spoiled and tilting his head. The top under his coat was wrinkled and the collar was slightly loose.

Lu Yuan smacked his lips and kissed her red lips again before he started the car with great satisfaction.

(End of this chapter)