Back in the room, Fang Jing has been thinking about the old man's words. His script is very simple. It tells the story of Ji Jingnian, a bachelor in the Ming Dynasty, when he was young, and Xu Zheng next door plays the old man.
He is just a memory of Xu Zheng when he was dying, and his role is not too much.
Fang Jing found paper and pen, and began to deduce Ji Jingnian's boyhood and childhood according to the script.
Some information is recorded in historical materials, and he can check it on his mobile phone.
But Du Niang only has a few hundred words in total, and the records are incomplete. Many of them need to be supplemented by oneself, such as Ji Jingnian's love, family environment, parents' occupation, and whether he has any friends.
This writing is like an addiction, I can't stop at all, it's so interesting.
It's quite a feeling that there are thousands of grooves in the chest, and I feel uncomfortable without vomiting.
In the countryside, the rooster crows in the morning. The first rooster crow at dawn brings Fang Jing back to reality. His eyes are red and his face is exhausted.
Most of the notebooks on the desk were filled with dense writing, and I had to replace three pen refills.
"ah!"
Fang Jing stretched, moved his shoulders, stood up and his knee bones cracked, washed his face and brushed his teeth, and went out for a run while he still had some energy.
He ran around the town and came back an hour later. He passed by a breakfast shop that had just opened and brought some fried dough sticks and soy milk to Yang Ning.
“Tuk-tuk-tuk!”
"Sister Ning, have you gotten up?"
"Tuk tuk tuk! Are you there?"
"Howling in mourning!"
Yang Ning put on a coat and slippers, with disheveled hair, and came out to open the door. She narrowed her almond-shaped eyes and said, "You'd better find something to do with me."
Feeling the murderous aura solidifying in the air, Fang Jing shrank his head and subconsciously shrugged his shoulders.
"Hey! I'm not going out for a run. I just bought you breakfast. Eat it slowly. I'm going to do my makeup on the set first."
"That's right! I'll keep the phone for you." Fang Jing took two steps and turned back.
He received the shooting notice yesterday, a piece of A4 paper with the name of the shooting director, action director, actor name, character name, makeup time, makeup handover time, shooting content, scene...
Holding the phone, Yang Ning swiped to unlock it. The page was full of search information that had not been closed. When she looked at the browsing history, there were seven or eight hundred items, which started at nine o'clock last night and continued intermittently until about five o'clock.
Historical Records, Zizhi Tongjian, Sixteen Emperors of the Ming Dynasty, Book of Rites, ancient etiquette, ancient costumes, imperial examination system...
Most of them are about Ji Jingnian's life, and a small part is about the background of the Ming Dynasty.
…
Arriving at the dressing room, the makeup artist first treated Fang Jing's face. This scene was about Ji Jingnian's father being exiled and his family falling into ruin. He was taken into custody by the government and was forced to work in a mine.
Since it is a downfall, it must look like a downfall, with messy long hair, pale face, mental and physical exhaustion, and dirty and torn clothes.
The makeup artist was a girl in her twenties. While applying makeup to Fang Jing, she said, "Teacher Fang, have you not slept for several days? You almost have bunny eyes. You look so tired."
"My complexion is also not normal, and my skin is dull and greasy. I need to take more fruits and vitamins when I go back."
"Okay, you can open your eyes now. Teacher Fang, Teacher Fang, wake up, are you asleep?"
"kindness!"
"kindness!"
With his eyes half open, Fang Jing came to his senses and took a deep breath. He didn't feel sleepy before, but he fell asleep just after sitting down.
After finding a wig, the makeup artist fixed it for Fang Jing, glanced left and right, picked up the scissors and trimmed it. A few minutes later, a handsome young man with a sluggish look, a sickly complexion and long flowing hair appeared in the makeup mirror.
"Teacher Fang, these are prop costumes, one for inner wear and one for outer wear. The fitting room is next to it."
The makeup artist handed Fang Jing an unopened white shirt, pants, and boots.
After a few minutes, the scenery was changed and the makeup artist's eyes lit up, and she secretly praised her, she was so handsome.
The white clothes are gentle and elegant. This Confucian clothes has a bit more bookishness. It would be nice if I added a fan.
Fang Jing himself was very satisfied with this look, but it was a pity that he was only handsome for three seconds. The makeup artist didn't know what to put on it, and it looked like streaks of lipstick, all stained with blood from being whipped.
In an instant, he went from a scholarly family to a jailed prisoner.
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"Teacher Fang, why don't you go back and take a break? I'll call you when you turn on the phone."
At eight o'clock, the staff looked at Fang Jing standing in the snow wearing single clothes, his face was red from the cold, and his nose was running, and they were very worried about him.
It doesn't matter if you die, don't bring trouble to them.
Fang Jing's teeth chattered in the cold and his whole body shivered, "No, I'll just stand there for a while and feel it."
The character Ji Jingnian he is going to play is a prisoner in a mine who has to go out to quarry rocks in the cold winter without enough food or clothing to keep him warm.
To go from a rich kid to a prisoner requires a psychological change.
In order to fit in with the plot, Fang Jing slept for three hours on his first day here. He didn't sleep for two days yesterday and only drank a few mouthfuls of porridge.
Ji Jingnian in the play has a lot of labor every day. He has no chance to carry stones and can only burn calories by running.
Now it felt like there was a giant gluttonous beast in his stomach, which had swallowed all his intestines and stomach, and he was so hungry that his chest pressed against his back.
"Scene 365,ation!"
At half past eight, when the filming finally arrived, Fang Jing’s lips were almost turning green from the cold.
"thump!"
Fang Jing, who was carrying a bamboo basket of stones, fell to the ground. His eyes were blurred and he didn't want to move a finger. He was very hungry and tired and wanted to sleep. He wanted to sleep comfortably for the rest of his life, even if it was snow.
"Ji Jingnian, do you know your guilt?"
In front of him is a Ming Dynasty official wearing a red robe and a high hat, followed by a group of government officials.
"What crime...is there?"
When Fang Jing said this, he frowned slightly, eyes half-opened, and did not raise his head.
good!
In front of the computer screen, the director almost jumped out of excitement and quickly said on the intercom: "Follow me in close-up, pay attention to your face."
Maybe it was because he had stood in the snow for too long, but Fang Jing's lips were peeling and chapped at the moment, his eyes were dull, and there was frost on his eyelashes. He looked like someone who was overworked after being tortured.
The director turned to Yang Ning behind him and said, "Ms. Yang, is this your employee's first time acting?"
"He has only debuted for half a year. Before that, he sang. Although he is very popular, he is really new to the film and television industry."
Yang Ning also wondered if Fang Jing was stupid. He was just singing. It was his first time acting and he was so good.
"Your father is corrupt, but you knew it and refused to report it. According to the laws of the Ming Dynasty, the nine clans should be implicated. Today, the Holy Spirit is merciful and spares your life. Why don't you accuse your father and make him meritorious?"
"As long as you admit that your father is corrupt, you can leave the mine immediately."
"Bah! The eunuchs will not die well."
Fang Jing took a breath and slowly struggled to get up. His pale face and shaky legs made people doubt whether he could survive half an hour.
The look between his brows became firm, and his weak eyes became fierce and cold.
The cold wind blew by, and the scene was like a sieve riddled with holes. I couldn't help but shiver, and my frozen fingers trembled slightly.
Jie Ao looked at the group of people in front of him and said angrily: "My father was wronged, you bunch of eunuch lackeys, God is watching what you do, just wait, sooner or later you will die a good death."
"Humph! You are stubborn. Since you are willing to stay here, then continue to stay here. Let me see how long you can keep your stubbornness."