Kang Honglei took the trumpet and came to the conclusion:
"First scene, first shot, first line, pass!"
The whole house was full of joy, everyone celebrated for a while, but were still busy with the things at hand.
Zhang Yi limped and punched Fang Yi. When Duan Yihong saw that his junior brother successfully saved the situation, he just nodded in approval but remained silent.
Zhang Yi thought Fang Yi had been hit and said: "Don't worry about him, he has that kind of temper. You may not know that even after he got off the show, he didn't play with us. He was the one who messed up the crew.
The atmosphere is very depressing. Our crew, filming this scene, is already very depressing."
"Need something to relax about."
Fang Yi asked: "What do you usually do to relax?"
"It's nonsense! Why don't you play poker?" Zhang Yi grinned. "There are only so many people in the crew, and now they are all men. How can we play? There is no way to play with birds. Speaking of which, playing with birds...
"
"——Teacher Zhang Yi!"
The steward called him.
Zhang Yi looked at Fang Yi with some reluctance. He was the only one who was willing to listen to his bragging.
After a while, he hung up a stethoscope, put on his costume, and walked in front of the camera. Before filming started, Fang Yi made a gesture of shuffling the cards. Zhang Yi himself is thin and has a sinister look, and he made some moves that were quite funny.
.
The whole crew was amused.
Fang Yi found a classic fishing chair, sat down, and studied the play directed by Kang Honglei.
In fact, directing is not as difficult as I thought. It is really difficult to produce a drama, and it may not be good.
"The New Red Mansion", starring both Liu Mi and Song Yi, took nearly five years to film. Including casting, it would have gone eight years. You know, the old "Red Mansion" was only more than three years old.
What's the actual situation? Maybe it doesn't have as high acclaim as the Thor version of The Red Chamber.
The secret is that the props, costumes, photography, lighting... all go up and down, just like an arm directing them, and they must be obedient.
In the most extreme case, if you have a stable camera, actors who can express themselves, and the director sits on a pig, as long as you know how to shout "click", you can still get a decent shot.
"Teacher Fang, are you just basking in the sun?"
Someone put an umbrella for him, which just covered his face.
Fang Yi saw that Zhang Yi and Duan Yihong didn't have this kind of thing, so he asked, "Am I trying to be special?"
But the man said, "Director Kang gave it to him for his own use. He said, "Don't get tanned. You are a pretty boy. If you get tanned, you will be in trouble."
Looking carefully, Kang Honglei, who has dermatitis, is indeed facing the scorching sun, and from time to time she puts her hands on her scalp.
After the show ended at noon, the whole crew ate lunch, including Kang Honglei.
Zhang Yi came over again. He didn't even have time to change his costume, "Fang Yi, after the show is over in a few nights, let's go buy a deck of playing cards. Guo Yan, the leader of the pyrotechnics team, is going to drive."
Let’s take one when we go shopping.”
"Just playing cards?"
Zhang Yi took a bite of his rice and said, "Of course I have to buy other things. You've already left the city. Why don't you buy something and bring it here?"
The grains of rice stuck to Zhang Yi's face. He didn't care, picked them off with his blackened hands, and licked them in.
It's like slow motion.
It just so happened that Fang Yi's box lunch had tempeh in the toppings.
Fang Yi, an elite member of the national army, calmly put down his chopsticks. He used all his acting skills and tried his best to make his smile appear sincere.
After a while, Zhang Yi finally found that he could no longer move his chopsticks, "Fang Yi, are you unable to eat?"
"I have a bad appetite. I like to eat soft rice."
"Then you give it to me?"
Fang Yi handed it over, and Zhang Yi took care of the rest. When he was throwing away the box of chopsticks, he met Duan Yihong. The two talked there for a while, and Zhang Yi came back.
"Fang Yi and Duan Yihong are also going."
"Buying poker? Why, the first time the Kuomintang and the Communist Party cooperated, was it to fight the landlords?"
"No, he said he wanted to buy a pendant to save his life. You know, he believes in Buddhism... To be honest, those who came out of your drama are also intellectuals. There are really not a few who believe this and that..."
Zhang Yi pursed his lips and put saliva on his chapped lips, "I don't know about the others, and I'm not talking nonsense. Lu Liping and Sun Haiying, don't they believe in Christianity? Didn't they give lectures to your Yang Opera before and give them to the new students?
"The Bible?" Wasn't the school scared to death?"
Fang Yi stood up tremblingly while holding on to the chair, "Are you serious?"
Zhang Yi smiled proudly, "My Zhang Yi information is not fake. "Years of Passion" is a film directed by Kang. He said that it is no longer a question of whether this couple believes it or not. They have to worship every day.
, pulling people to preach.”
He sighed again, "Actually, as actors, we have too many superstitions. It's normal to believe in something. Don't believe in any master or monk. There is always a psychological sustenance."
He asked Fang Yi, "You are also from Yangzhou Opera. You may have inherited the fine traditions of your Yangzhou Opera. What do you believe?"
"Believe in myself."
"really?"
"really!"
Zhang Yi burst into laughter, "Awesome."
——Kang Honglei tells a play to Fang Yi.
"The role of Zhang Lixian is indeed not important in the whole drama. It was originally played by an actor from China Film and Television. I have no objection to him, but he is really not good-looking... Now you play it,
It doesn’t weigh much, but as long as you look good, it doesn’t necessarily mean you won’t be outstanding, you know.”
Fang Yi expressed his understanding.
Kang Honglei raised her chin and asked someone to hold an umbrella.
But that person subconsciously covered the top leader Kang Honglei, while Fang Yi exposed half of his neck, which was shining white. Kang became impatient, pulled over an umbrella, and helped Fang Yi.
What the whole crew was doing seemed to stop for a second.
Fang Yi said, "Director, I will do it myself."
Kang Honglei was filming the script, "You are so excited to watch this, don't be distracted."
Then he asked, "Tell me, how do you understand the character Zhang Lixian."
Fang Yi: "Typical of wanting to advance but then suppressing, there are two lines. The obvious one is that Zhang Lixian was indifferent to the cannon fodder regiments, and finally agreed with them and went to Nantianmen in person; the other is that secretly, his faith in the national army collapsed.
, he knew that these things didn’t work.”
Kang Honglei was very satisfied, "You have understood the script. Lan Xiaolong did not write this book to praise the Kuomintang. Let me tell you, I also want to film them meeting the more disciplined but more miscellaneous troops at that time."
"Red Army?"
"Yes, but needless to say, it is deliberate, and the audience will understand; Zhang Lixian has no chance, and it will be too late in his life. Because when he was sixteen, he defected to the National Army. These things were based on their time.
, I don’t know how to choose, there seem to be many possibilities. From the perspective of our descendants, it turns out that there is only one way.”
Fang Yi sighed, "Yes, he committed suicide there by swallowing a gun. In the fortress, half of his face was burned; but there will always be sixteen-year-olds and other Zhang Lixian. Maybe they have different lives and don't need to be self-conscious."
To end it, there is no need to collapse their faith. They choose to die on the battlefield, or if they are lucky, they persist until they change the world. No matter what, they are better than Zhang Lixian here."
Kang Honglei swung the umbrella back and forth, "Fang Yi, you said the needle won't poke."
Then, Kang stopped and seemed to think about it in his mind, "Fang Yi, let's imitate "The Little Match Girl" and finally give Zhang Lixian an imagination. If he is sixteen years old, he joins another force.
He studies theory, he unites his neighbors, how about..."
"It's like a slide show, shown before people's eyes before they die."
However, the answer is: "Not so much."
Kang Honglei was stunned, "How to say that."
"If it were me, I would only let him think about it when he was dying: Nantianmen won, Zenda was liberated, and the world changed... The possibilities you mentioned don't need to be filmed, the audience can't help but think about it, and it's a pity
, because Zhang Lixian can’t be seen; when shooting this way, it would be better to leave it blank.”
Kang Honglei opened his mouth wide, wanting to comment, but he couldn't say anything.
He could only continue to hold the umbrella, "Fang Yi, if you have any other ideas, let me hear them."