The glass in the cafe burst and several figures flew backwards.
For Yishitian, just try it.
The raindrops were slamming down and slapped on the face. Ding Xiu didn't blink, and turned his head to look at the more than 20 killers standing on the street not far away.
While running, the black leather shoes stepped on the uneven bluestone slab, and the water splashed.
"Pap!"
Rush to the killer, spread his arms, open the door with both sides and hard, and get one punch to get one killer.
The tiger climbs the mountain hard, the King of Hell's three-point hand, the cannon standing on the ground, the boat on the dry land, the white snake spits out the letter... The eight major moves of the Eight Jiquan, six major moves, all of which were presented in Ding Xiu's hands at this moment.
With the sound of punching and flesh, killers lay down one by one.
"Click, pass!"
"Go another one, take a close-up, and Brother Xiu will slow down."
"Crack, next one, extras bite blood bag."
"Click, go ahead, continue!"
This scene is the second time. Logically speaking, with the first experience, the speed will be much faster, but on the contrary, it takes much more time than the last time.
When filming on rainy days, Wang Jiawei is famous for taking more details. He has to take pictures of a few times when a drop of water splashes.
This scene was filmed until dawn.
Ding Xiu's fight was numb, and those extras were even worse. If it weren't for the extra money, he would have run away long ago.
Because I use a sprinkler, it is very cold when raining on my body and I may catch a cold.
There will be hot air when using hot water, which is suspected of being in trouble. Wang Jiawei does not allow hot water. Fortunately, this guy is quite conscientious and asked the staff to cook a pot of ginger soup and prepare towels and military coats.
During the rest halfway, you can drink some ginger soup to warm your body and wear a military coat to warm up.
"Director Wang, when will my next scene be?"
Work was over at dawn, and before leaving, Ding Xiu asked Wang Jiawei.
With a raised brow, Wang Jiawei said: "I can't photograph you for the time being. I've been a little busy these days. I'm still going to photograph Weizai. If you are idle, you can go out to take on some work. I will go ahead of time when you need you.
Call me.”
Summarizing a show is a taboo for many actors, and it does not exist here in Wang Jiawei.
Those actors in Hong Kong, who were young, didn’t run around four or five crews a day, are so used to it?
However, although Wang Jiawei doesn't mind actors playing, it does not mean that he allows actors to be unprofessional. The premise of playing is that you cannot influence my crew, and you are guaranteed to be on call and have strong professional abilities.
To put it bluntly, only those with abilities are qualified to play the show.
Ding Xiu is obviously a capable person. The character Yixiantian mainly has many martial arts scenes, which happens to be Ding Xiu's strengths and is not difficult for him.
That's why Wang Jiawei was willing to let him go out.
"It's all this time, where can I go to take the job?" Ding Xiu was depressed.
I can't take a few days to take on the job, and I may be called back in ten or half a month, and I can't make much money in just a few days. It's still troublesome to go back and forth, and there's no need to.
"Then you can help me in the crew to guide my martial arts work. You are an expert in this regard."
"Add to increase the money?"
"Does our friendship still need to be discussed?"
"I just remembered that there is indeed an event that requires me to attend in two days. Sorry, Director Wang, please ask Gao Ming for martial arts."
He doesn't pay a penny and let him work. What's the point of not spending money?
There has always been only Ding Xiu who is free to work with others, but no one else is free to work with him.
With this skill, he would rather play mahjong with Song Hye-qiao. If there is no one, he can do double rows, but he will never work.
Wang Jiawei: "Haha."
He knew that when talking to Ding Xiu, he would not talk about feelings if he could talk about money.
A week later, in the afternoon, the sun is shining.
Under the big parasol, Ding Xiu, Song Huiqiao, Zhao Liying, Xu Haofeng, and four of them played mahjong.
It has been a week since the last fight scene. Ding Xiu has never filmed a scene, but Song Huiqiao has been doing it and has filmed one.
"Recently, there was a Bajiquan martial arts competition in Guangzhou. Brother Xiu, if you have nothing to do, you can go and play, touch it, 10,000."
The person who spoke was Xu Haofeng, with long flowing hair draped over his shoulders, black-framed glasses on his nose, and a slightly round face.
According to general circumstances, screenwriters do not have to stay in the crew every day. Some crews only start filming in the early stages, and read the script around, and the screenwriter is present during the study.
The crew of a master generation is different. Wang Jiawei does not play according to the routine of filming, and it is common for him to modify scripts. This requires the screenwriter to be in the crew often and wait for arrangements at any time.
There are several screenwriters in this crew, and Xu Haofeng is the only one who has a deeper study of martial arts, so he has a heavier burden.
It can be seen that Ding Xiu was bored playing mahjong on the crew every day, so he planned to let Ding Xiu go to the Bajiquan competition. If he was really interested, the entire judge would give him the whole judge.
As one of the judges, with Xu Haofeng's recommendation and Ding Xiu's reputation, it can still be done.
After all, Ding Xiu’s Bajiquan is recognized in the industry.
"Okay, if you have time another day, I'll go and have fun." Ding Xiu said casually.
"This is a national-level Bajiquan competition, with a huge momentum and very interesting. There may be some experts."
"Is that true?" Ding Xiu's eyes lit up slightly: "Then you have to go."
Xu Haofeng smiled slightly: "Don't worry, I guarantee that I won't let you down."
In the evening, after the mahjong game, Ding Xiu said to Zhao Liying: "Did you hear the Bajiquan competition in the province? Please sign up for me, I want to participate."
He didn't know that Xu Haofeng asked him to be a judge, but he thought he wanted him to participate in the competition.
I didn't want to go, but Ding Xiu was interested when he heard that there were masters.
I haven't exercised my muscles and bones for a long time, so it's good to find someone to practice, and my bones are almost rusted.
"I understand." Zhao Liying focused heavily.
Ten days later, Shenzhen City, the national Bajiquan martial arts competition venue.
"It's done well, the organizer is very good at choosing a location."
Ding Xiu, wearing a baseball uniform, a baseball cap and a black mask, got out of the car, and opposite him was a university.
According to the invitation letter given by the organizer, the competition location is the gymnasium of this university.
With her hands in her pockets, Ding Xiu strode into the school, Zhao Liying followed her quickly, looking around from time to time. She graduated from technical secondary school and had never been to college. This was her first time here.
The first feeling is big.
It is bigger than the township in her hometown.
There are many teaching buildings, and the ground is full of asphalt roads, which are clean and tidy. The trees on both sides of the road are green. College students coming and going are young and beautiful, and very energetic.
Looking at these people who are about the same age as me, Zhao Liying was very dazed for a moment, fantasizing that if she had not left society and insisted on studying, she might be part of this place.
"What are you looking at, keep up."
In front, Ding Xiu turned around and saw Zhao Liying behind and shouted.
"Here, come." After coming back to his senses, Zhao Liying accelerated and trotted to catch up.
Ding Xiu slowed down and said, "You are envious?"
"Of course, no one is envious of the carefree one." Zhao Liying was very frank: "But if I choose once, I will still leave the campus."
"Because my family couldn't afford it, I didn't want to study at the beginning, so it was the best decision to leave society."
Everyone yearns for days without sorrow, and who doesn’t want to go to high school, college, and then find a boyfriend and a good job.
The ideal is full and the reality is skinny. Her rural family does not allow her to make such a choice. The older generation seems to girls not need much education because they will get married sooner or later.
When I graduated from junior college and went to Peking for a trip, I also had the idea of avoiding the urge to get married.
Looking at the towering teaching building, Ding Xiudao said: "Whether the world is wind or rain, different roads have different scenery, so there is no need to underestimate yourself."
"It doesn't matter if you haven't been to college. You can go to college in the future. If you are a little bit scumbag, you're happy to go to seven or eight."
Ding Xiu's previous sentence touched Zhao Liying a little, and the next sentence directly made her head full of black thread, clenched her pink fists, and rushed towards Ding Xiu's waist.
Of course, Ding Xiu would not let her succeed, so he avoided her and ran away with a smile. Zhao Liying chased her in the back with anger.
Both of them are not old, in their twenties, and are not much older than college students. They are chasing each other, just like couples playing in school.
At the entrance of the gymnasium, Xu Haofeng welcomed Ding Xiu.
Ding Xiu waved at him from afar: "Director Xu."
"It's just right, please register quickly." Xu Haofeng pointed to the registration office at the door and signaled Ding Xiu to register for signature.
"Show your ID card and an invitation letter."
"Ding Xiu, 5224231980... Fuck!"
The registered staff swears and looks up violently after seeing the ID card.
It is normal to say that the same name and surname are the same. The world is so big, but the photos on the ID card look the same as the big star Ding Xiu, which only means that there is a real person in front of you.
"Hello, can you take off your mask? I'll check if you're me."
"no problem."
"Fuck, Brother Run, I'm your fan. Can you sign me with an autograph? Just sign my clothes, thank you."
"Walk slowly, I wish you a happy game."
After being fucked twice at the door, Ding Xiu was not angry at all. After all, he was a fan of his family, so he endured it.
"Wait, have you signed up?" Xu Haofeng pulled Ding Xiu with a confused look on his face and asked.
Ding Xiu nodded: "I've applied for it, Youth Group, didn't you ask me to report it?"
Xu Haofeng: “…”
When did he ask Ding Xiu to sign up for the youth group? With Ding Xiu's strength, let alone those young people, the judges on the referee's seat are not enough for him to play.
It's totally abusive.
Brother, I asked you to come here as a judge, why did you end up in person?
"Forget it, just report it, just treat it as a fun." Xu Haofeng silently put away the referee tag that was about to give to Ding Xiu.
...
This is an indoor basketball gymnasium. When I walked in, Ding Xiu saw many people, one of whom was tall and big, and some of them had thicker arms than Zhao Liying's thighs.
It is said to be a youth group, but the youth here are not the ones that are generally referred to as sixteen to twenty-eight years old in science, but twenty to forty.
So you can see uncles with beards everywhere.
Ding Xiu saw with his own eyes that some of them brought their son to the competition.
After a little time, the host stood on the steps with a microphone and shouted: "Friends, please line up without being in a mess. We will issue players' cards and announce the rules of the game."
They are all adults and are easier to talk to. In a short while, more than a dozen teams came out. There were so many people and fewer people. Ding Xiu stood at the end, glanced at and said at least one or two hundred people.
Bajiquan competition is not a basketball game or a football game.
There are not many people practicing martial arts these days, and even fewer people practice traditional martial arts. Very few people can persist in it.
Because this is a confrontation, not a routine competition.
The routine competition is about the action standards, specifications and grace, while the competition is about hit points, falls, etc.
If you just practice routines and have no practical experience, you will be beaten when you come here.
After all, there was a sign for the National Bajiquan Competition, and only one or two hundred people came. This shows the decline of traditional martial arts.
It sounds better to say that it is the Bajiquan Exchange Competition.
"Brother, I'm from Cangzhou, my name is Su Rong, what do you call it? Isn't it hot to wear a mask?"
Ding Xiu was in front of him a handsome guy who was in his early twenties, with a more fashionable slanted bangs and a pair of frameless glasses on his nose. He looked very gentle.
Ding Xiu has seen more than one person who practices martial arts, and Xu Haofeng is myopia.
I don’t know how they practiced it. Fortunately, it’s in modern society. In ancient times, glasses were used to be like this. At night, your opponents were close to your face, and you couldn’t even see the spear clearly.
"Happy to meet, Ding Xiu."
Pulling down the mask, Ding Xiu reached out and held it.
Since ancient times, Yan and Zhao have been generous and tragic. Cangzhou was once a famous boxing nest, and there are many people who practice martial arts.
But the young man in front of him knew as soon as he got started, he had no time to do it, he was just a layman, his palms were very soft
The young man's expression was dull for a few seconds.
"grass!"
The national treasure attracted countless attention, and the referee who announced the rules of the game at the beginning looked over with a dark face.
Are young people so arrogant nowadays? They don’t respect their predecessors at all?
The others also looked over with a smile, wanting to see which warrior it was, and then they saw Ding Xiu.
"艹!"
"Why are he here?"
"I'll lose it, boss."
"It's over. We can only get beaten when you come here."
"Who, is it as for such a fuss?"
"Ding Xiu, a big star."
"Celebrity, what's so strange about it? Look at his tender skin and flesh, I don't know if he will cry if he punches him."
"Brother, you should go online to search for Ding Xiu's record. He dared to chase more than ten ruthless characters with a watermelon knife in his twenties. The Sanda boxing champion was knocked unconscious by him. One challenged the eight martial arts of Hong Kong Island.
The museum, what Karate, Wing Chun, was all killed in the hospital, and there are few Baji masters with practical experience."
"Niu Pi, why are such a person coming here to join in the fun?"
"He is an actor and may perform several times, but the actual combat is different from the performance."
Ding Xiu's fame is quite big in the circle, although it has always been a lot of controversy.
Some people think that he is just a good example and is just packaged, while others believe that he is really powerful and very capable of fighting.
But those who know the inside story understand that those achievements are not exaggerated, and there are still some martial arts stars in the entertainment industry who can fight.
Being watched by so many people, Ding Xiu raised his hand and greeted him with a smile, with a friendly attitude.
To make friends through martial arts, I have to say that the development of modern society is not without benefits. In ancient times, in order to compete for a name, no one would call it a martial arts competition.
In the past competitions, if you don’t kill people and don’t fight with disabled people, it’s a civilization.