It’s no wonder that the assistant director and cameraman were scared. They are both well-informed people. They have been in the industry for many years and have worked with many actors.
It's really the first time I've seen someone like Ding Xiu act in a murder scene.
No matter how good an actor's acting skills are, they are still acting, which is different from reality. But Ding Xiu's performance made both of them feel that this is what a real murderer looks like.
They weren't the only ones who had this illusion. The extras who acted opposite Ding Xiu were probably the ones who felt the most. Look at how frightening they were.
"Stop talking nonsense and do your own thing." Xu Haofeng drove away the two of them: "Isn't it just a movie? Is there any future?"
"You're a murderer, I'm going to fuck you. When have you ever seen such a handsome murderer? A murderer can come to the crew to film and appear on TV openly. Can a murderer go to Zhang Jizhong's crew to play the second male lead?"
"I'm sorry, Director Xu, we are too talkative."
"That's right, it's all because Ding Xiu acted so well."
Xu Haofeng got angry, but the cameraman and the assistant director didn't dare to refute, so they smiled angrily and apologized. If you think about it carefully, their worries were a bit unnecessary.
As Xu Haofeng said, which murderer has the courage to not go to the mountains and forests, but to go to the crew to film a movie? Isn't this an old man who is eating arsenic and seeking death?
When the movie is released, won't you expose yourself to the police?
This incident can only be explained by the fact that Ding Xiu's acting skills were so good and he was so involved in the drama that he unknowingly infected everyone around him.
After the assistant director and cameraman left, Xu Haofeng came to the window of the villa alone with a cigarette in his mouth, took out his mobile phone and made a call.
"Lao Zhang, are you at work? Help me check someone, Ding Xiu, in his twenties... Let's see if this guy has a criminal record."
To be honest, he didn't believe that Ding Xiu's acting skills were staged.
Having been together day and night for so long, he lectured Ding Xiu every day. He knew exactly what level Ding Xiu was performing. Today's episode was so impressive that even the best actor would give him a thumbs up and say he was awesome.
If he didn't have similar life experiences, how could he act so realistically?
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2001, February 1st.
In the courtyard, Ding Xiu, Wang Baoqiang and Huang Bo were sitting around the stove, with roasted potatoes and sweet potatoes on the stove.
The potatoes and sweet potatoes belong to Wang Baoqiang. After finishing the filming, he went back to his hometown as soon as possible, carried two sacks of potatoes and sweet potatoes, and took the green train all the way there.
Ding Xiu came back last month. It has been more than a month since he filmed the scene of the massacre, and he has already finished filming.
Before leaving, Xu Haofeng treated him to a feast, and when he was drunk, he told him nonsense such as that he could not forgive him and that he should not believe him.
The three of them were eating sweet potatoes and watching TV. The TV show was "Ashes of Time".
"I have seen many young people like you. You know a little martial arts and think you can dominate the world. In fact, traveling in the world is very painful."
"With martial arts, there are many things you can't do. Now, you don't want to farm, and you don't bother to rob, let alone show up in public and perform on the street, so how do you live?"
"A strong martial artist has to earn a living. In fact, there is a profession that is very suitable for you. It can not only help you earn some money, but also allow you to do heroic things. I wonder if you are interested?"
Zhang Guorong's melancholy and magnetic voice is fascinating, and these high-quality lines made the three people in front of the TV slightly stunned.
After Zhang Guorong finished speaking, Huang Bo lowered his head to peel potatoes, imitated Zhang Guorong's voice, and spoke to Ding Xiudao in a low voice:
"I have seen many young people like you. You think you can get into society just because you are handsome. In fact, getting into society is very painful."
"There are a lot of things you can't do if you're handsome. Hey, you don't want to go home and farm, and you don't bother to rob, and you don't want to show up on the street and perform, so how do you live?"
"You have to be handsome but you also need to eat. In fact, there is a profession that is very suitable for you. It can help you earn some living expenses and make you as happy as a god. I wonder if you are interested?"
"Being a duck?" Ding Xiu asked.
Huang Bo snapped his fingers: "Wrong, you want to be an actor. Where do you want to go?"
"Then you say you are as happy as a god?"
"Isn't it fun to be an actor? If you are so handsome, it is inevitable that you will have sex scenes in the future. How many ugly female stars are there? You should take advantage of it."
Ding Xiu nodded slightly, it was true, whether it was filming Swordsman or the Lost World of Martial Arts, Miao Yi and Gao Yuanyuan had hugged and hugged him.
If this had been the case during the Ming Dynasty, he would have been escorted to the government every minute, either dipped in a pig cage or beaten to death and buried in a mass grave to feed the dogs.
Rubbing his blackened fingers, Ding Xiu took a sip of tea to moisten his throat and said to Huang Bo:
"I have seen young people like you a lot. I thought that after graduating from high school and having some education, I could just become an actor. In fact, being an actor is a very painful thing."
"With a degree, there are many things you can't do. If you don't want to go home and farm, and you don't bother to work in a factory, and you don't want to show up in public and set up a street vendor on the street, then how do you live?"
"Literature people also need to make a living. In fact, there is a profession that is very suitable for you. It can make you make money and display your ambitions. I wonder if you are interested?"
Huang Bo was silent. He knew that Ding Xiu was trying to get him to give up taking the Nortel exam.
Because he failed the first test of the art exam.
The first test is recitation, which is not very difficult. It mainly tests the students' eloquence and external image.
Unfortunately, he had a strong Shandong accent and a bad appearance. When he was at the entrance of the examination room, the young student in charge asked him, "Uncle, where is your son?"
He failed the first test and missed the retest. This year's efforts were in vain and he could only wait until next year to fight again.
But he is twenty-seven years old this year, and he will be twenty-eight when he takes the exam next year, and he will be thirty-two when he graduates, making him the oldest among the seniors.
"What's your profession? Be a screenwriter?"
"No, it's pornographic writing. According to my observation, there is a huge market in this industry. People's living standards have improved and they need entertainment more, and novels are definitely one of the lowest-cost forms of entertainment."
I am entertaining you uncle!
Huang Bo's face turned dark, and he almost stuck the potatoes on Ding Xiu's face. He took the potatoes and stood up to leave.
"I'm full, you eat slowly."
"Why are you going?"
"Read the book and prepare to fight again next year!"
He was still unwilling to give in. The more he couldn't pass the exam, the more he had to take it. The worst he could do was take the exam until he was thirty years old. Anyway, he decided to go to Nortel.
Looking at his back, Ding Xiu sighed: "You can learn knowledge, but you can't change your handsomeness, so give up."
Wang Baoqiang also followed suit: "Yeah, maybe the teacher didn't let you pass just because you were ugly, and it will be the same next year."
Damn it... Huang Bo wanted to turn his head and punch both of them.
But he knew that what Ding Xiu and Wang Baoqiang said was right. His appearance was his flaw, and this was indeed a difficult test.
"I'll think about it again."
Back in the room, Huang Bo lay in bed in a daze. For a long time, the sound of Ding Xiu whispering and singing softly came from the yard.
"I'm ugly, but I'm gentle..."
"Bang!"
"Who the hell threw the firecrackers?"
Ding Xiu's bowl was blackened by the explosion, the soup splashed all over his face, and there were still a few noodles hanging from his hair.
At the gate, Gao Yuanyuan stretched out her little head to take a look, then quickly retracted it, turned around and ran away.
Ding Xiu put down the bowl and rushed forward with Mei Ying in his arms.
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