The Wind of China Entertainment 2005

Chapter 38

"Hahahaha!"

Lu Yuan looked at Liu Shishi, who was covering his stomach with a grin, with a gloomy expression: "Is it that funny?"

"Your look is so good!" Liu Shishi pointed to his face and said happily.

This scene was filmed at the Battle of Jinshatan. Yang Qilang asked for help and was trapped by Pan Renmei. He escaped with the help of soldiers. Unexpectedly, he encountered Yeluxie on the way and was forced to fight. In the end, he was shot through his heart and died.

In order to reflect the misery and majesty of the character, the makeup artist made a lot of effort on his face.

Red, black and heavy makeup, like the bottom of the pot.

"This is called deep restoration of the character!"

Lu Yuan rolled his eyes, he quite agrees with this makeup in his heart.

You can't go to the battlefield and keep your face clean. That's fighting, not playing house.

What about fooling a three-year-old?
The costumer over there is waving his hands and shouting.

"Lu Yuan, Lu Yuan, come over and change!"

Lu Yuan raised his eyebrows at Liu Shishi, and turned into the changing room.

Ten minutes later, an unrecognizable man in armor came out, holding a spear in one hand and a piece of red satin in the other.

That was the token given to him by Du Jin'e in the play.

Seeing his attire, Liu Shishi covered his mouth and started laughing again.

Lu Yuan pointed with a long gun: "Sister-in-law, come back when I go!"

Liu Shi gave a bah, and raised his small fist as if to hit him.

Today's scene can be regarded as Yang Qilang's highlight moment in the play, so Lu Yuan is especially concerned.

In his opinion, this scene is also the hardest part of the whole scene for him.

Unlike in the past, you only need to simply stare and frown to get through.

Because he has a lot to express.

Feeling guilty for the death of his father and brother because he did not bring reinforcements.

He felt guilty for his mother at home, because he let her white-haired person send a black-haired person.

I miss and miss Jin'e, because he will never go back.

Lu Yuan has been thinking about this scene for almost a week, and he has some ideas in his mind, but he is not sure whether the director will be satisfied.

After all, the director said that the biggest purpose of this scene is to make the audience cry.

The main word is abuse, as miserable as you want, as helpless as you want, as crying as you want.

This also made Lu Yuan understand the truth that a screenwriter who can't cut the protagonist is really not a good screenwriter.

The family carnival is certainly fun, but the abuse of the protagonist can make the audience remember it for a long time!

The director told him that the harder the audience cried, the hotter the character became.

Although there is a lot of exaggeration in this sentence, after thinking about it, Lu Yuan thinks that he should act well no matter what.

Even if the role is not popular, so what, he is an actor, and he should take every role seriously.

"The audience is quiet!"

"Everyone is in place!"

"Action!"

Lu Yuan escaped from the rope net, and pointed the red-tasseled spear in his hand at the dozen or so Liao soldiers in front of him.

The cameras on both sides pan along with Lu Yuan.

After a fierce fight, he knelt down on one knee, holding a spear, his face was covered with scars, he raised his head and said angrily, "You gangsters, I'll kill you!"

Then he took a deep breath and rushed up again, and he was beaten and killed again, and finally he was held up by the Liao soldiers with knives, and he fell to his knees on the ground with a kick.

The original design here was to kick the face, but Lu Yuan felt that in the real battlefield, everyone was doing real things with real knives and guns, so the sudden flying kick was a bit abrupt.

So I discussed it with the director, and Wei Hantao agreed without thinking too much after hearing it.

In fact, although this drama is covered with historical skin, there are many messy elements inside, which cannot withstand scrutiny. It is naturally better to have fewer logical errors.

Yelu leaned in front of Lu Yuan: "The Yang family's army has been wiped out, and there is only one left. If you don't want to die in too much pain, you should kill yourself."

Lu Yuan's eyes were bloodshot, and the veins on his temples throbbed slightly.

He yelled: "A disciple of the Yang family will never give up. If I want to die, I will die on the battlefield!"

After speaking, he broke free from the soldiers' restraint, raised his spear and stabbed Yelu obliquely.

The Liao soldiers on both sides were also big-hearted, so they watched him get up, take their guns, and charge forward.

Then he really had a hand-to-hand fight with Yelu.

The two fought against each other several times, but Lu Yuan was exhausted after all, and one of them was accidentally thrown away and slammed into the tree trunk hard.

It was a real collision, which made Lu Yuan feel tight in his chest.

The red silk in his arms accidentally fell, he grabbed it and fell to the ground hard.

Seeing Lu Yuan lying on the ground and unable to get up, Yeluxie taunted him.

"Yang Qilang, aren't you going to die on the battlefield, get up, get up!"

Lu Yuan struggled to stand up, hugged the red silk tightly, and looked at the direction behind him with nostalgia.

That is where home is, where there is mother and Jin'e.

At this time, the camera happened to give him a close-up of his face, and his eyes showed reluctance and parting.

Off the court, Wei Hantao looked at Lu Yuan's eyes on the monitor and slapped his thigh fiercely.

I shouted in my heart, good!

After such a long time of filming, Wei Hantao has already seen that Lu Yuan's acting skills are obviously better than Hu Kan and others.

But the strange thing is that Lu Yuan didn't deliberately show it.

No matter who plays against him in the play, he barely overpowers the other party.

Only here, Wei Hantao felt that the other party's acting skills exploded!
The arena was still going on, Lu Yuan turned his head and ran towards Liao Bing just like that.

Without the spear, he still has legs, without legs, he still has teeth.

But after all, it is still no match.

Consciousness became blurred, and when he was dying, he vaguely heard someone talking.

"Report to the general that the Yang family's army has been wiped out, and Yang Ye has been crushed to death under Li Ling's stele."

Father, brother, I'm sorry, it's all my fault that I couldn't find reinforcements.

No, I can't just fall down like this.

Lu Yuan took his last breath.

He can't just leave like this, he wants to take Yeluxie away, it's all him, it's all him!
At some point, the spear appeared under his feet, he picked it up, and rushed towards Yelu again like a flash of light.

He stumbled, as if he was about to fall again at any moment.

Only this time, before he could rush to Yeluxie, the archers of the Liao soldiers opened their bows spontaneously.

Lu Yuan had already lost consciousness. He seemed to hear the sound of arrows being shot into his body, one after another.

He couldn't hold on anymore.

But who is he?

He is Yang Jiaqilang, he can't just lie down aggrieved.

Reluctantly dragging the long gun in his hand, facing the direction of home, the tip of the gun touched the ground, and the end of the gun pressed against himself.

Even if it is death, I, Yang Qilang, have to stand still!

The red sleeve in his hand fluttered in the wind, gently brushing his face.

Jin'e, is that you, I'm sorry.

Never see you again!
"Card!"

"Pass!"

After the filming ended, Lu Yuan didn't move.

On the one hand, the fall on the tree just now was too painful, so he had to slow down.

On the other hand, he seems to have fallen into a strange state, as if he really turned into Yang Qilang.

"Are you OK!"

Seeing that Lu Yuan was not in the right state, Yuan Hong hurried over to support him.

He was a little scared in that scene just now.

Especially the other party's eyes, he failed to catch it several times, just mechanically reciting his lines.

He knew Lu Yuan's professional ability. Although he was reluctant to admit it, he was indeed better than them.

But this time is different, that is not called stronger, he thought of a word.

Crush!

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(End of this chapter)