The shadow of the past and the present arrives

Chapter 112

This sentence has been said more than ten times in the morning, and Song Weimu didn't bother to complain. She was sad, lonely and desperate, but she was stopped by the director.

This time the director said one more thing, "The performance is too much, the emotion is too revealing, the momentum is too strong, let's do it again."

Chu Qianbai was left on the air all morning. Hearing what the director said, in order to avoid Song Weimu being hit, he came to comfort her and said, "It's like this in literary films. When I was filming "White Pigeon", I shot a scene for two consecutive days." "White Dove" was the movie that made him the Best Actor. The box office was a mess, but it almost made the film critics praise it. It was praised as the best literary film in recent years.

The pressure of being "NG" continuously is very high. Chu Qianbai has a deep understanding. In order to make "White Pigeon" well, he was under great mental pressure. He even had to rely on drugs to maintain sleep. It took the doctor a month of treatment to get rid of the haze completely.

Song Weimu really felt the pressure, which was different from "The Legend of Cinnabar". At that time, she knew exactly what the director wanted, and she just had to work hard to meet the director's requirements, but now the director himself didn't even feel the same. Clear, she is even more confused.

He replied feebly, then walked to that position, closed his eyes, all emotions were withdrawn in an instant, and only calm remained in his whole body.

She calmly ordered a cup of coffee, calmly picked up the coffee spoon, and stirred slowly.

Different from the intentionally amplified emotions every time before, this time he is like an ordinary person, enjoying the coffee quietly, with elegant demeanor and calm movements, as if patronizing every well-educated lady here.

The director slowly frowned, although the previous performance was too much, but now there is no emotion at all, which is not in line with Gu Xixiu's current psychological situation at all.

Just as I was about to call out, I saw the girl with her head bowed slowly turning her head. The outline of her delicate face was blurred by the French windows, but her eyes were still as bright as before, and the corners of her mouth seemed to turn upwards. The radian of the mouth returned to its original shape, the eyelashes trembled suddenly, the eyes slowly drooped again, and the fingers were still stirring the coffee in circles.

He obviously didn't have any emotions, but he didn't know why a sour feeling came over him. It wasn't that overwhelming feeling, like being pushed in the softest place suddenly.

Not painful, just astringent.

Even the little tunes that are still being sung seem to have the immature greenness of plums.

It was only when I got out of that feeling that I realized that the director didn't call "NG" this time. Chi Ci appeared at this time, wearing a neat military uniform, with black military boots underneath, with some dead grass leaves and dirt on it. , the belt around the waist is extremely tight, making her waist and legs look longer, she lowered her head to pick off the gloves on her hands, her handsome face is a bit cold, not easy to get close to.

When passing by Gu Xixiu's table, he looked up just in time to see her lowering her head and taking a sip of her coffee. When she saw him, she put down the exquisite cup slowly and made a light ding sound on the tray, her beautiful eyes narrowed. After a moment, he seemed to be thinking about who the person in front of him was, and then the corners of his mouth slowly twitched, his whole body seemed to brighten up.

"Meet you again, Mr. Chi."

At that time, the lady was very particular about words and words even when she spoke, and she paid attention to the charm of her words, and the speed of her speech was not fast, but people couldn't help but listen.

There is a kind of person who gives people a feeling of melancholy even when they smile. The melancholy is like a cool summer breeze.

The director let out a heavy breath, the pressure seemed to be a little less.

It finally feels right.

With a good start, the next shooting finally went much smoother.

The only thing that makes people complain is the food. This crew was formed by the director's patchwork. Although there are more than 1000 million yuan now, the extremely stingy director deducted the film salary and publicity expenses, and invested the rest of the money in the props. On the film, the activity funds are almost as small as possible.

Eating a box lunch worth five yuan every day, the crew members wanted to die.

Song Weimu put the food into his mouth with a painful face, comforting himself, at least it was better than the food and lodging when filming "Fairy Bone".

Bai Sheng whispered sadly, "Can I still see a piece of meat before the film is finished! Cabbage tofu QAQ."

Chu Qianbai also felt the pain of wanting to eat, no matter how delicious the meal is, it would be boring to eat every day, let alone these cabbage tofu.

But the director set an example, and ate a box lunch every day, while scolding, "You can be content with the food, and it's good if you don't let people have a plain meal. Back then, I couldn't even eat a bun in Tibet."

Bai Sheng took a mouthful of rice, and retorted, "I'd rather eat some steamed corn bread now." It's so fresh.

The director chuckled, and Bai Sheng covered his rice with tears streaming down his face, "Can't I stop talking?"

At this time, the promotion of "Swordsman Romance" finally started vigorously.

(End of this chapter)