Started as an independent producer in 1988

Chapter 187 The Law of Actresses and Famous Directors!
There was light snow falling in the sky, and the outside of the house was pure white and empty, as if the whole world had died.

In the warm room, Yu Feihong, dressed in black mourning clothes, sat on the sofa, holding a cup of tea and was lost in thought.

There was a black and white portrait on the cabinet in front of her, and the incense in front of the portrait was burning slowly.

The green smoke in the lens slowly rose and covered Yu Feihong's eyes.

Chen Shiping looked at Yu Feihong's performance at this time and couldn't help but nodded. The widow still felt good.

Thinking of the widow, Chen Shiping's thoughts became a little divergent, and he frowned, feeling that something was missing from the camera.

This shot originally only lasted two or three seconds, but Chen Shiping was so stunned that he forgot to shout "Ka".

Zhao Fei didn't know why, thinking that Chen Shiping was not satisfied, so he slowly adjusted the camera.

Yu Feihong also felt a little strange. The hand holding the tea cup tightened unconsciously, and she began to panic.

At this time, the camera happened to be pushed to Yu Feihong's hand, and the joints were a little white from the exertion, which was in contrast to her calm face and the quiet environment.

Chen Shiping's eyes lit up and he actively shouted: "Very good, passed!"

After hearing Chen Shiping shouting, everyone on the set breathed a sigh of relief.

Sounds of relief could be heard in the studio, and Yu Feihong's hand holding the teacup slightly loosened, and the stone in his heart fell to the ground.

If this performance is not good, Chen Shiping will definitely scold him in front of so many people.

If he said something about being black and fat, he would not be alive!

Chen Shiping didn't care so much at this time, and stretched out his hand to call Zhao Fei over and said: "The tone of the entire movie is very stable, and there are very few camera movements, so you must pay attention to the combination of movement and stillness and the tension in the picture, otherwise the viewers will fall asleep."

Zhao Fei nodded to express his understanding. Most of the storyboards he made were fixed shots in order to fit the atmosphere of the book Love Letter. He indeed ignored the problem Chen Shiping just mentioned.

No matter what kind of shooting system it is, the director can determine the upper limit of a movie.

The producer system can maintain a lower limit, but the upper limit of a movie depends on the level of the director.

The producer-centered system is like a proposition essay. The outline and answer sheet are given to you. What essay you can write depends on the director's level.

As a photographer, Zhao Fei can indeed create storyboards, but he has no directorial thinking, so the storyboards he can create can only be the lower limit of a movie.

If you want to make a classic, it still depends on the director's level.

Although Chen Shiping did not participate in the preparation of Love Letter, he was still the main focus of the filming. His presence was to raise the level of the film.

The producer sticks to the bottom line and lays the foundation, and the director works hard to build upon it!
As the filming of the film progresses, many departments on the crew now feel this way.

During the preparation period, everyone felt that they were in charge, but when it came time to shoot, they felt that all they were doing was laying the foundation.

The design of the house still depends on the design of director Chen Shiping.

At first, many people thought that there was not much difference between a producer-centered system and whether or not there was a director. Only then did they suddenly realize the importance of the director.

This kind of thing not only happened to the crew of Love Letter, but other crews working in the factory also felt this way at this time.

A movie is still inseparable from the director, especially a good movie!
The producer-centered system is not about directing, but about screening out unqualified directors.

Chen Shiping now feels more relaxed about filming movies. He doesn't have to worry about what the crew shoots every day, and he doesn't have to worry about the management of the crew.

Just get the shooting plan for the next day in advance every day, and then worry about the shooting.

Such a director should not be too relaxed, he only needs to consider the artistic creation of the film and does not need to be distracted by other things. It is perfect!

Those directors who were stubborn in the past will experience this joy when they get started!
Chen Shiping suddenly regretted not shouting a slogan to reduce the director's burden when he implemented the producer-centered system.

Otherwise, where would there be so much resistance?

People are lazy, why stand when you can lie down?
Now on the set, Chen Shiping is very relaxed. After filming, he would sit on a pony to drink tea and watch the snow. There was always a small stove in front of him to make tea.

This kind of treatment is not that of a director who has been decentralized. It is the best treatment of the whole crew.

But the annoying thing is that there is always a follower.

Yu Feihong, who was wearing black mourning clothes, also carried a pony and sat next to him every day.

"Why are you always sitting here with me? And you're here to roast oranges." Chen Shiping turned to look at Yu Feihong and asked.

Yu Feihong moved her butt silently and said: "You are so warm, the whole crew just wants to have a small stove here."

"Are you dissatisfied with the poor treatment?" Chen Shiping asked funnyly.

Yu Feihong shook his head, reached out and took out a hot orange from the small stove, peeled it carefully and handed it to Chen Shiping.

"I heard you cough and just eat an orange and I'll be fine."

Chen Shiping frowned, but he didn't expect that the oranges were roasted for him.

Oops, I scolded you a bit too harshly before, I should have been gentler.

Chen Shiping looked at the orange handed over by Yu Feihong and hesitantly reached out to take it, put it in his mouth and ate it all in one bite.

The hot, sweet orange rolled around in the mouth and was swallowed, which made the itchy throat feel much better.

Yu Feihong's thin fingers were stained with a lot of yellow orange juice. She put it in her mouth and sucked it gently, then picked up another orange and continued to pick it.

"Here, there's another one." Yu Feihong held up another orange and handed it to Chen Shiping.

Chen Shiping looked at Yu Feihong's fingers, then at her pale pink lips, and couldn't help but clear his throat.

I'm afraid this orange has a different flavor.

"Don't you want to eat?" Yu Feihong asked, blinking.

Chen Shiping looked at her without saying anything, picked up the orange and threw it into his mouth.

Seeing Chen Shiping eating his own orange, Yu Feihong immediately whispered: "You ate my orange, can you stop scolding me in the future?"

"No, what I ate was oranges, not tofu." Chen Shiping wiped his mouth and said in disbelief.

Yu Feihong wanted to stamp her feet angrily, how could there be such a shameless person!

Chen Shiping opened his mouth and said, "Keep peeling, there's another one."

Yu Feihong: "." You are a dog, a dog!

Old man! Eat my oranges and scold me!

I’ll give you this roasted one too! Anyway, you are evil!

Chen Shiping felt that taking pictures of love letters was so enjoyable. He drank tea by the fire every day and the widow peeled oranges for him to eat. It was such a good little life!

It would be better if there is a lonely widow’s ** when you rest at night. It's a pity that in this winter, Chen Shiping can only make bed by himself.

If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have let Lao Song choose the scene so far away. If it was closer to the capital, I could go home every night.

The only bad thing is that it is easy for some rumors to spread. After all, Yu Feihong is like a little maid every day. Before starting work, she must bring a bag of oranges and tea.

In a small hotel, Chen Shiping was sitting on the edge of the bed soaking his feet when suddenly there was a knock on the door.

Chen Shiping simply wiped his feet and ran to open the door in his slippers.

Outside the door was Yu Feihong, still wearing a black costume, looking at Chen Shiping with red eyes.

Chen Shiping raised his eyebrows strangely. Is this a new plot unlocked? There is no such paragraph in the love letter.

"What's wrong with you?" Chen Shiping asked strangely.

Yu Feihong bit her lip and looked at him and said, "Can I go in and talk? It's too cold outside."

Chen Shiping stretched his head out to take a look. When he saw that there was no one in the corridor, he turned aside to let her in.

Yu Feihong saw the footbath placed next to the bed, and then looked at Chen Shiping's feet, which were only wearing sandals, and said proactively: "Go to bed and stay there, don't freeze."

Chen Shiping: "???" Widow! What on earth are you going to do!
Yu Feihong blushed, and felt that she had said the wrong thing. She went to the man's room in the middle of the night and asked him to sleep with her, but something didn't sound right.

"Um, don't you have a cold? I'm afraid you'll get cold." Yu Feihong explained, but it felt even weirder.

Chen Shiping said speechlessly: "Stop talking, just say what happened."

When asked about this, Yu Feihong's chatterbox immediately opened up.

"Director, do you know what the crew is saying behind your back now?"

"They said I was shameless enough to seduce you!"

"The key is that I didn't seduce you. I'm so angry!"

"Did you say I seduced you?! It's not my fault!"

"Obviously it was you who asked me to roast oranges for you to eat! It was you who said your tea was not good, so I brought it with you!"

The more Yu Feihong talked, the angrier she became. She felt like Dou E. The heavy snowfall outside was all because of her!

Chen Shiping was shocked at this time. When had he asked her to roast oranges?
Little girl, please don’t make trouble for yourself! Director Chen pays great attention to reputation!
"Tell me, what should I do now? I can't bear this loss like this!" Yu Feihong raised his head and looked at Chen Shiping with eagerness in his eyes, as if he wanted to make up for it.

Chen Shiping took a step back, suspecting that she came here tonight not to complain at all, but to confirm the rumors!
"Then don't come to roast oranges tomorrow, and there's no need to bring tea. I'll take care of the crew."

"No! That would make me feel guilty!"

Chen Shiping spread his hands and said, "Then what do you want to do?"

"Anyway, I can't bear this loss. I didn't do anything. Why should I be criticized by them? Unless I really did it!"

Yu Feihong took a step forward and stared at Chen Shiping, looking into his deep eyes and asked: "Do you think this is a good idea?"

Chen Shiping raised his hand and knocked her on the forehead and said, "Good for you! Go back to sleep!"

After saying that, he took Yu Feihong and threw her out, closed the door and went to bed.

Yu Feihong, who was outside the door, stamped her foot, glanced left and right, then turned back to her room.

I'm not brave at all. I thought Chen Shiping liked this kind of straight shot. The soft and weak look is not good, and the straight shot is not good either. Could it be that he really thinks I'm dark and fat?
Yu Feihong returned to the room and looked at herself in the mirror, and suddenly sighed. She had never been said like this since she was a child.

The confidence accumulated in the previous twenty years was all shattered by Chen Shiping.

If I had known better, I wouldn't have made a fuss about acting in a love letter, it was simply making myself uncomfortable!
Yu Feihong looked at a bag of oranges and a can of tea on the table, holding her chin in a daze for a while, wondering whether she should continue roasting oranges for Chen Shiping to eat tomorrow.

Early the next morning, Cheng Daoming joined the team. His temperament was quite similar to that of the glass-blowing male protagonist in Love Letter.

They all have a faint smell of pretentiousness. At this time, Cheng Daoming's smell was not as strong as it was later. After wearing loose work clothes, he looked more artistic.

When Cheng Daoming came to report to Chen Shiping, Yu Feihong was concentrating on turning over the oranges.

"Director Chen!" Cheng Daoming smiled and stretched out his hand to shake Chen Shiping's hand and said, "I can finally cooperate with you. I have been looking forward to it for a long time."

Chen Shiping smiled and nodded and said, "I'm looking forward to it too."

After Cheng Daoming greeted him, he turned to look at Yu Feihong and said, "You must be the heroine Yu Feihong. Nice to meet you."

Yu Feihong held an orange in her hand and was blowing on it. She smiled at Cheng Daoming and lowered her head to continue peeling the orange.

Cheng Daoming was a little embarrassed, but he knew Yu Feihong's background and didn't say anything.

Chen Shiping gave Bai Yu a red look and said to Cheng Daoming: "She has a bad mind, don't pay attention to her."

"You have a bad mind." Yu Feihong retorted, handed the peeled orange to Chen Shiping's mouth and said, "Ah, open your mouth."

Cheng Daoming was dumbfounded when he saw this scene. What is going on? No matter what the situation is, don't you two avoid people? !
Chen Shiping really wanted to give Yu Feihong a hard time, but what was he doing? He would only be happy if there were rumors.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to teach Yu Feihong a lesson, an orange was stuffed into his mouth. Yu Feihong even stuffed his fingers into his mouth.

"Okay, I'll just have one today. I'm going to put on makeup and get ready."

Yu Feihong finished speaking quickly, stood up and ran away, fearing that Chen Shiping would catch him and scold him if he was too slow.

Cheng Daoming stood there awkwardly, looking at Chen Shiping with a bulging mouth and said, "What about that? I'm going to put on makeup too. See you later."

Chen Shiping sat on the horse and chewed oranges. His mouth was filled with the fragrance of oranges, but his expression did not change much.

I have already begun to envision in my mind what impact the rumors will have if they spread, and how I should resolve possible problems.

He really didn't expect Yu Feihong to be so bold all of a sudden. What was he trying to do?

The heroine of Love Letter has been played, so there is no need to please yourself.

Could it be that her hobby is that she likes married old men?
Chen Shiping touched his face. He was not considered an old man now, but his identity did make many people ignore his age.

Almost all of the film studios in China that can hold the position of deputy director are older men in their forties, and Chen Shiping is indeed the first to hold this position.

The media and film scholars also attribute Chen Shiping to a fifth-generation director, in the same category as a group of forty-year-old men.

Chen Shiping twitched his cheeks, looked at Yu Feihong's back, and wondered if he should find a chance to try Yu Feihong.

What is going on in this little Heini’s head? Are all actresses in the entertainment industry so bold?
But if you look at the female stars in the 1980s and 1990s, it seems that many famous actors have snatched away men.

Could it be that this is some kind of law among actresses?
Step on the wife of a famous director and then successfully become a well-known actor?
This calculation seems to be quite cost-effective, but it is hard for the great directors to face so many temptations.

Chen Shiping let out a long sigh, feeling that he had suffered an unbearable weight in life.

(End of this chapter)