That night, Fang Yi was indeed assigned to a farmer's home, which was also close to Zhang Yi's.
Although this place is remote, fortunately the bed is clean and the best conditions are provided. He stayed here for half the night and couldn't sleep.
When I woke up, I found striped red spots on my body, like an allergy.
As soon as I noticed this, I woke up completely and went out to relax.
The night sky in Tengchong was strangely bright, and many stars could be seen. Fang Yi raised his head here, imagining that a few decades ago, there was a group of people buried here in obscurity.
When Lan Xiaolong wrote the novel, he said: "I want more people to know about this place and this matter."
Kang Honglei hit it off with him and was willing to recreate these stories.
Although the tone is too sad - Fang Yi had read the script before he came, but both the people here and the outside crew were willing to tell it to others. Not many people survived back then, and so did they
Passed down orally from generation to generation.
Fang Yi called up the system in his mind.
"Current level 1 [54/100]."
There is one mask left. You can "enter" again.
What is the original intention of the system? Is it to let him reproduce the stories of these people and learn some skills?
What about rising to level 2?
Level 3?
"..."
The wooden door creaked.
Fang Yi didn't look back. When he heard the fast and slow steps, he said, "Zhang Yi, you can't sleep either."
"I can't sleep." Zhang Yi stood side by side with him and nodded deeply.
In the process of nodding, Zhang Yi saw the paddy field under the moonlight, like a mirror, faintly illuminating the silhouettes of the two people.
This silhouette has no face, only body proportions and temperament. However, one is about to become an immortal, and the other is just a rough guess that it is a mammal.
Zhang Yi subconsciously limped back to avoid damaging the beauty of the picture.
Fang Yi asked curiously, "What's wrong with you?"
Zhang Yi straightened up and shouted, "It's nothing."
Lame again.
Zhang Yi asked about what happened last night, "Fang Yi, are you an expressionist? I know that most of you who graduated from majors went to the expressionist school." He smiled wryly at himself, "People like us who are wild and unruly are the experientialists and not crazy.
, If you don’t make a living, whatever you want to act, just act as you are. Sometimes, you can’t get out of the show for a long time.”
"It takes a while to get used to acting in a drama. I'm not as free and easy as you."
Fang Yi thought about Zhang Yi's words in his heart.
He is indeed an expressionist, trying to understand and act out things like solving problems.
But what happened in "Migrant Workers" and "New Three Kingdoms" cannot be explained clearly using acting skills.
He didn't answer in time.
Zhang Yi thought that this was what Fang Yi meant, and said, "Actually, Duan Yihong and I are both experientialists - he is more exaggerated than me, and now he talks too much and doesn't talk much; I have contact with regular people
From the crew, it didn’t take long before the only one who was convinced was Duan Yihong.”
"He is from my path... I just want to see if you who are from another path can also act well."
Fang Yi responded, "There should be my play tomorrow, and you can see the difference."
Hearing this, Zhang Yi smiled excitedly. When he returned to the room, he said, "Go to bed earlier. Director Kang will not be able to set a certain time for filming."
Fang Yi still showed no sign of returning.
Zhang Yi shook his head there, and when he was about to close the door, he exposed a crack and looked at Fang Yi's back.
We said it.
Zhang Yi is an experiential person.
He stood up straight and faced the faint moonlight coming from the window. He couldn't help but imagine that he was like the man outside the door, a free and independent knight who could wear a bamboo hat and let the breeze make his clothes flutter. He looked like a fairy on earth.
This feeling made him extremely comfortable, but he could never "experience" it.
The more you act, the more urgent you become. The more urgent you become, the more urgent you become.
I don't know how long.
Zhang Yi turned on the light and suddenly saw himself on the mirrored wardrobe in the countryside.
There is a saying that is used to judge the appearance, which is to find a good-looking person, just stare at him, and after a few minutes, look in the mirror immediately.
Pooh!
Zhang Yi was startled.
How can an experiential person like him play a handsome guy? To experience it, you must first think that you are one, but you are not.
Wood big wood big wood big!
Just as he was thinking about it, he went to see the person outside the door.
No longer there.
Zhang Yi finally remembered something and took out his phone to check the time.
I quickly jumped into the quilt and just closed my eyes when buzz! The phone rang.
Oh shit.
He cursed.
While getting up, Zhang Yi also felt as if he had been given a dose of dementia. During this period, he did not feel that time had passed, but that it was empty.
why.
Zhang Yi's eyes gradually turned red.
Because, damn, I’ve been looking at other people’s backs, and I’m fascinated by them.
Zhang Yi remembered the reason why he was eliminated by the examiner during the re-examination of the Central Opera.
Your image is not good.
There was no pause. Just like him now, he suddenly got excited. It was not sarcasm, but he said instinctively:
Your image is not good.
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Kang Honglei, Director Kang, likes to shoot war scenes first, but the first scene he chose was a literary drama.
Zhang Yi, who is familiar with him, explained to Fang Yi: "When they film, they pay attention to a good start. You can't be NG in the first scene. Even if the filming is not good, you still have to do it. Otherwise, it will always be NG."
"Do you still believe this?"
Zhang Yi said, "Why don't you believe it? Look at Duan Yihong from your school. His original name was Duan Long. He changed his name after he came out and asked a master to read his face."
"What's the meaning."
"Duan, Yi, Hong! Didn't he take the exam for three full years? You are him, don't you think you are unlucky? What if the same happens if you act in a movie? How many three years do you have in life?"
"I thought Hong Kong was the only one who believed this..."
"Fang Yi, I use my ten years of experience as a crew member to guarantee that the ones in mainland China are not much better. If it weren't for this, I, Zhang Yi, would jump out of here, I..."
After saying that, Zhang Yi winked, leaned over and whispered, "However, it may also have other meanings... He used to be in school and liked Taohong in the class - you know, she is Xu Guangtou's wife."
"Tell me more, I like to hear this."
Zhang Yi rolled his eyes, "Duan, Yi, Hong, you can understand it this way."
He added, "Duan Yihong and Tao Hong have always been the top two in their grade. Tao Hong is a member of the synchronized swimming team and is at the national level. He is already famous even though he did not go to school; Duan Yihong is from the northwest and is a young man.
When he passed the exam, he didn't fit in with his classmates. He had never seen a mango before and didn't know it had a seed, so he made a joke. However, Taohong did not laugh at him, but comforted him."
Fang Yi sighed: "So, a poor boy from the northwest fell in love with a girl from the city?"
"Eh!"
Zhang Yi bent down even more lamely, "He used to like her, didn't I know that? I thought you guys all knew it!"
At this moment, Fang Yi somehow thought of himself and Song Yi.
However, Song Yi is not a poor boy.
——The venue was set up, and Duan Yihong, as the leading actor and a professional, took the first shot without hesitation.
Kang Honglei said: "Try to go through it all over again. If it fails, I will definitely let you go through it, but you know it yourself, it is not good..."
Duan Yihong didn't speak. He was obviously a little nervous. He kept touching the Guanyin pendant on his chest. He believed in Buddhism.
So much so that Kang Honglei didn't call for filming to start and looked at him in surprise.
Although it is located in the south, this small world has a strange chill.
Fang Yi suddenly asked: "What you said is not a rule. In a crew like ours where there are many explosion scenes and people are easily killed, we should be more particular about it, right?"
Zhang Yi ripped off his words and responded absently: