Gao Yuanyuan still wanted to chat with Ding Xiu, but suddenly she found that Ding Xiu was a little absent-minded. She followed his gaze and saw that Jia Jingwen and Su Youpeng were talking and laughing over there.
Today's filming is almost complete, and the two of them are discussing tomorrow's filming.
Tomorrow's photo will be of Zhang Wuji taking off Zhao Min's shoes and tickling the soles of Zhao Min's feet under the tunnel of the agency.
Judging from the crew's style, it must have been a real shot, and there was no need to find a stand-in. After all, the kissing scene was shot until the lips were broken, so it was not bad at all.
"What are you looking at, envious?"
"Why are you envious?" Ding Xiu said sourly, and the chicken drumsticks in the lunch box no longer tasted good.
It's good to be a male protagonist. There are so many beauties around you. Not to mention hugging and hugging, kissing and nibbling. Now it has developed to the point where you have to take off other people's shoes and scratch the soles of their feet.
Why can't I encounter such a good thing?
He likes to scratch in stockings.
Holding her chin, Gao Yuanyuan said: "I remember that in Jin Yong's novel Tian Long Ba Bu, Duan Yu had many official partners. You strive for red spots in these two years and compete for this role in the future."
After writing down the title of this novel, Ding Xiu said: "I'm not interested in dramas about children's love. There's no way I can enjoy the pleasure of fighting and killing."
"real?"
"This is still false." Ding Xiu said, and then changed the subject: "By the way, when are we going to rehearse the passion scene? I still have a few key points that I can't find."
"Don't worry about that. You can help me get through the difficulties at hand first." Gao Yuanyuan said distressedly: "I'm about to turn black. I want to ask how to act as a bad guy?"
In a few days, she will film a scene in which Zhou Zhiruo transforms into a black man, practices the Nine Yin White Bone Claws, and then fights against Zhang Wuji.
The roles I played before were all relatively positive or well-behaved. I have never played such a villainous woman who is driven by love and hate, and I have no experience at all.
Among the actors she has seen, Ding Xiu is better at playing bad guys.
His badness is not the kind of evil that is fake on the surface, he is very serious and easy for people to get immersed in.
That's why I decided to ask for advice.
Ding Xiu said seriously: "Playing a bad guy is indeed a skill. If you are not good at it, you will not be bad. If you are good at it, it will be a bit fake."
"If there are any tips, I can't tell you. After all, I just follow my feelings most of the time."
Gao Yuanyuan was confused. What kind of acting is it to follow the feeling? Can this thing be felt?
She has never been a bad person, how does she feel?
There is no room for imagination anymore.
"Actors still need to have a story." Ding Xiu said with emotion: "In our industry, what we strive for to the end is experience."
Even if he was beaten to death, he would not have thought that the martial arts skills that he once used to kill people would become so comfortable on the set. Those fights and killings in the past have become an experience package on the road to performance.
"But, where can I find stories at this time?" Gao Yuanyuan's eyes suddenly lit up: "If you were Zhou Zhiruo, how would you turn dark?"
She knew that what Ding Xiu said might not be clear. This guy was extremely talented and could learn by himself without a teacher. As he said, many things just follow his feelings.
But it would be different if he were to act.
She can just follow and copy it.
Ding Xiu half-squinted his eyes: "Darkening? How should I put it? I don't turn black at all."
"Which man would not be angry if he saw a scumbag like Zhang Wuji, eating from the bowl and staring at the pot. Wouldn't it be normal to kill him later?"
Gao Yuanyuan pondered: "How should I grasp the strength?"
"It depends on how deeply the character Zhou Zhiruo loves Zhang Wuji. Anyway, from my point of view, beating him to death... is not right. It is normal for a man to have three wives and four concubines."
"A capable man will never lack women by his side. Being too handsome and powerful is sometimes a sin."
"Is Zhang Wuji wrong? He just wants to give Xiao Zhao, Zhao Min, and Zhu'er a home..."
As he spoke, Ding Xiu’s scumbag nature was exposed, and Gao Yuanyuan tutted: “It would be a pity if you don’t play Zhang Wuji.”
"Thank you, I think Song Qingshu is pretty good too."
…
For the next period of time, Ding Xiu stayed on the set every day. He didn't shoot much and spent most of his time watching the show.
Watch Zhao Min's little feet being played with by Zhang Wuji, watch Zhang Wuji hug Xiao Zhao, Yang Buhui, and Zhuer.
When Zhou Zhiruo and Zhang Wuji got married, Zhao Min came out to make trouble and refused to let them worship.
By the way, he once again refreshed the level of obedience of the Hong Kong team.
The disciples of the Beggar Clan are really the disciples of the Beggar Clan. Basically everyone has no clothes to wear, just a few rags covering their bodies, and their bodies are pitch black.
Really, if you look at the beggars in Beiping City, they will give you a few rewards.
A week later, Ding Xiu finally saw himself appear.
Kill Mo Shenggu.
But before killing Mo Shenggu, he had to sleep with a female disciple of the Emei Sect.
At night, in the hotel room, the director cleared the room.
"Zhiruo, Zhiruo, where are you?"
Song Qingshu, who was drunk and staggering, came to the room of the female disciple of the Emei Sect and thought that the female disciple on the bed was Zhou Zhiruo.
Climbing onto the bed, without saying a word, I put my arms around her shoulders, their faces touching each other, with a smile on their lips, and whispered words of love.
As he spoke, he turned over and pressed forward.
The entire process was captured in one shot, and the skill of the movements put all the veteran drivers present to shame.
Generally speaking, when an actor encounters a scene like this, he or she will be a little rusty and unable to let go. It is normal for actors to be NG.
For example, when Su Youpeng was filming a kissing scene with Jia Jingwen, there were a lot of negative things. Either he was embarrassed, or he couldn't let go of being stared at, or he was shy. Anyway, there were various situations.
Ding Xiu was different, he didn't need any guidance from the director, he just put his arms around his shoulders and put his face against his face in a familiar way.
It shows the true nature of Song Qing's calligraphy very well.
"Stuck, passed!"
The director spoke, and Ding Xiu got up from the bed and carefully helped the actress tidy up her messy hair: "Are you okay? Did I press you just now?"
"It's okay." The actress' voice sounded like a mosquito, her chest rising and falling.
She didn't expect that Ding Xiu would be so heavy. She was crushed so hard, and the director didn't ask to stop. After a long time, she felt like she was out of breath.
Especially since there was a layer of quilt between the two of them, all the weight was on her body.
But it still feels good to be pressed by such a handsome guy.
There's something wrong with this quilt.
The next day.
"ah!"
"Who are you, get out!"
The girl was holding the quilt to cover her body and shivering. Ding Xiu was shirtless and jumped out of the bed in a panic. He picked up the clothes on the ground and jumped to the window.
Remembering that this was filming, I turned around and walked towards the door.
"Bang!"
Mo Shenggu, who came after hearing the sound, broke down the door and entered, and the disciples of the Emei Sect also rushed over.
Wow!
So big!
Seeing Ding Xiu's strong abdominal muscles and chest muscles, the eyes of all the female disciples went straight.
"Song Qingshu, you are such a beast, you actually did this to my junior sister."
"I'm drunk and don't know anything."
"I kill you."
"Everyone, if something like this happened, I, Mo Shenggu, am deeply sorry, but you can't kill him. Please allow me to escort him back to the master..."
Before he could finish speaking, Ding Xiu had already taken his clothes and ran outside.