"Han Fei, I'm sorry, I have to trouble you." Seeing Han Fei coming over, Director Jiang greeted him enthusiastically: "The main reason is that your play is good. Our play uses a lot of new actors due to cost considerations.
, most of them can only perform, but they cannot perfectly control the characters."
"I don't care, but if I add more scenes rashly, will it affect the overall plot? Every minute of the movie is very crucial. If I have more scenes, maybe the portrayal of the protagonist will not be perfect enough." Han Fei is really doing it for the good of the crew.
That's what he said.
"The script needs to be revised." Director Jiang looked a little serious: "Due to some plot issues, the victims' families were very emotional."
Director Jiang was very strict with the actor Director Jiang, but he became very talkative when dealing with the families of the victims.
"We adapted it based on a real case, so we really have to consider the feelings of the victim's family."
"Yes." Director Jiang patted Han Fei on the shoulder: "Hurry up and put on makeup. In order to present the character of Wei Youfu in a more three-dimensional way, we need to add some daily life."
Entering a vacant room downstairs, which was a temporary dressing room, Han Fei chose the corner seat to sit down.
The makeup artist put him into the same clothes that Wei Youfu often wore before his death, made his hair style the same as Wei Youfu's, and made some slight changes to his face makeup.
Holding the newly written script, Han Fei silently flipped through it, when the dressing room door was pushed open.
"You've already filmed and you still need to make changes? I'm really convinced!" A young man over 1.8 meters tall entered the dressing room, followed by a woman in her thirties.
"Who knew that the family of the deceased had temporarily changed their mind? They are making trouble outside the building now. There is nothing they can do if they don't change." The woman was carrying a bag and holding several documents and scripts in her hands.
"I'm just wondering, why did you choose this show in the first place?" The young man vented his anger on the woman: "I need traffic but no traffic, I need funds but no funds, actors are patchwork, don't save me for this show
The reputation that came down was ruined.”
"This is the company's decision. There have been very few similar themes in recent years, and the possibility of becoming popular still exists." After the woman muttered in a low voice, she seemed to be afraid that the young people would hear her, and continued: "There is no doubt about Director Jiang Yi's strength. Although he
I haven’t made any box-office hits, but I haven’t made bad movies either. Acheng, just cooperate with the director to make changes."
"It's easy for you to say that." Just as the young man called Acheng was about to reply, there was a noise outside the apartment building. It seemed that someone was making a noise.
Acheng and his agent ran out to watch the fun. Han Fei, who had put on makeup, was not interested at all. He directly found Jiang Yi and planned to leave as soon as possible after filming.
Now he doesn't care about those trivial things at all. Instead of focusing on trivial matters, he should think carefully about how to catch the perverted murderer who killed seven people in a row and truly bring justice to the dead.
Han Fei's mental state has far exceeded that of most people, which can be said to be the result of that healing game.
There was some noise downstairs, and the victim's family members seemed to have entered the community. Director Jiang had no choice but to lead Han Fei to the shooting location upstairs: "We want the audience to feel that Wei Youfu was once a living person just like them.
Everyone has his own life, so when he is killed, the audience will have a more sense of involvement, so I hope you can add a daily routine before Wei Youfu's death."
"I understand." For others, it is difficult to play Wei Youfu, but Han Fei is different. He has met Wei Youfu and remembers all Wei Youfu's expressions.
A kind-hearted person, after experiencing despair and pain, his expression is even more heartbreaking.
"I can play him well."
Entering the shooting room, all the information about Wei Youfu in Han Fei's mind was filled into his body bit by bit. At this moment, he was no longer himself.
After working overtime until late at night, he came home exhausted. His eyes were full of tiredness, but there was a hint of satisfaction hidden deep in the tiredness.
Sitting on the comfortable sofa, looking at the photo of his wife and himself, his eyes gradually became gentle.
Gently wiping the photo, he mentally planned to give his wife a surprise. In a few days, a large wedding photo might be hung in the house.
When he was thinking about where to hang the wedding photos, his phone started to vibrate and he answered the call.
His old father's nagging and exhortations made him feel that he was still a child, and only in front of his father could he think about nothing.
"I understand, don't worry, you have to take care of your own health..." After hanging up the phone, Han Fei turned and walked towards the bedroom. This was a certain death.
"Blessed!" Before Han Fei could walk far, he suddenly heard an old man's voice coming from the stairs outside the camera.
The thin old man put down the banner in his hand and walked into the shooting location in a daze: "Don't go in, you are blessed..."
Han Fei, who was walking towards the room where he was going to die, stopped. He remembered this voice. It was the voice of Wei Youfu's father.
Turning his head, Han Fei saw the old man holding a banner in his hand. The expression on his face was moving.
"Who let the victim's family in?" The camera director and the scene manager grabbed the old man's arm and tried to drag him away.
"Wait!" Han Fei hurried over and said, "I'm old, don't do this."
He protected the old man behind him: "Speak slowly if you have something to say."
"What's there to say? We all agreed at the beginning, but now they suddenly changed their minds and refused to agree to the filming. Isn't this just an attempt to extort money?" Acheng leaned against the door frame, not paying attention to the reminder in his manager's eyes.
"You fart!" The skinny old man clenched the banner in his hand: "You initially said that making a movie would let more people know about this matter! It would help us find the murderer! That's when we agreed! But what were you filming?
?!You are just making things up!"
"We are making a movie. It is the police's business to catch the criminals. You have also signed the contract." Acheng was much taller than the old man. He looked down at the old man: "We have already filmed the previous plot. Just because of you
To make trouble unilaterally, do you know how much we have to change? Our film, my time, do you know how much it costs in total?"
"It was you who broke your promise first!" The old man became more and more agitated. Hearing the noise, several more people holding banners ran up from downstairs. They were all family members of the victims of the human body puzzle.
"What's going on?" Han Fei was also a little confused. He didn't expect the two sides to quarrel so fiercely.
"Most of the scenes are over. The victims' families must have seen our information film and promotional advertisements." Jiang Yi sighed softly and lowered his voice: "I also really want to shoot according to my own ideas, but
The management did not agree with my idea. In reality, the murderer has not been caught yet, but they wanted to make a perfect ending."
"A perfect ending?"
"Yes, the case cannot be released until it is resolved, so the screenwriter made up an ending." Jiang Yi was also a little helpless: "To put it simply, the hero's aura broke out at the last moment and he was lucky enough to kill the murderer."
"Since it is based on a real case, it is best not to make up the ending casually. This is disrespectful to the audience and the victim's family." Han Fei looked back at the old man. After so many years, he still remains the same.
I go to the police station every year. The pain of losing a loved one is like a shackle that can never be taken off.
"There is nothing we can do. Now that the filming has reached this point, we can only hope that both parties can calm down, take a step back and talk slowly." Jiang Yi shook his head, with a sad look on his face.
"It doesn't matter." Han Fei slowly narrowed his eyes, hiding the sharpness deep in his eyes: "This drama will have an ending. We don't have to wait too long."