After looking at it carefully for a while, Yang Ning said: "Director Zhang, can you give me the test on Fang Jing?"
"this"
The director hesitated and released the film before it was broadcast. How could this make sense?
"Don't worry, I just took it back for a look and won't spread it outside."
"Okay! Take a look and don't upload it. It's not that I'm afraid that people will say the source of the film has been leaked, but it's just that it's hard for the investors to explain it, do you understand?"
"Well, thank you, Director Zhang."
On the set, Fang Jing was still acting. Xu Zheng, wearing a hat and holding his hands on his chest, was watching quietly in the crowd.
There is his play today, Fang Jing is in makeup at nine o'clock, and he is behind him, but the venue has changed, he is in prison.
"Stuck! Passed!"
Following the director's order, Fang Jingshen took a breath, patted the snow on his body, and quickly took the hot water from the staff, wrapping himself in a big cotton-padded jacket and shivering from the cold.
It’s finally over!
This scene took more than half an hour to shoot, and when it was broadcast, it probably lasted less than three minutes. For these three minutes, he prepared for two days.
Fang Jing took out the egg from his coat pocket and ate half of it in one gulp. This was the breakfast he had received in the morning and he didn't dare to eat it. He kept it until the photo was finished.
Xu Zheng slowly walked up to the back and said, "My little brother is good at acting. Which school did you graduate from? Chinese drama or top drama?"
Fang Jing turned around: "Ugh!!"
I vomited all the eggs I just ate. At the end of the vomiting, I didn't vomit, only sour water in my stomach.
Xu Zheng frowned, gritted his teeth in disgust, and hurried away, feeling extremely depressed.
How annoying I am, you will vomit when you see me, is this an exaggeration?
In the control room, Yang Ning ran over when she saw this situation. The director couldn't sit still. If he gets food poisoning due to something from their crew, he will definitely take responsibility.
There have been singers who were poisoned by mineral water and ended up with a broken voice. The organizer almost didn't go to jail.
"What's wrong with you?"
Yang Ning asked with concern while patting Fang Jing's back.
"It's okay!" Fang Jing waved his hand and gave me paper and water.
"You still dare to drink?"
The director ran over with a gloomy face and shouted: "Where did the doctor die? Who is responsible for breakfast! Come over here."
There is no way to avoid injuries while filming. Generally, regular film crews will be equipped with medical personnel, and some crews even have ambulances ready 24 hours a day.
When something like this happened, the whole group came over to watch. The three floors inside and outside were blocked. The doctor in a white coat finally squeezed in with a first aid kit.
Fang Jing's face became paler and paler. If he was acting before, this state is definitely more real now.
"Director Zhang, it's none of my business. Breakfast is purchased as usual, and it's okay for so many people to eat it."
The situation was so urgent that I almost jumped up and quickly explained that it was bad luck to have to deal with this.
Fang Jing finished rinsing his mouth, regained some energy, wiped his mouth clean, and said guiltily: "Director, it's my own fault, it's none of his business, don't blame him."
At this time, the doctor rushed over, rolled Fang Jing's eyelids, put on his stethoscope, listened and asked questions.
"What did you have for breakfast?"
"If you haven't eaten, just drink half a glass of water."
"What about last night?"
"No!"
It's over! The director's face turned pale, something was wrong. If Fang Jing ate something and was fine, they could pass the blame.
But now I ate two bites of eggs from the crew without eating anything. What’s the reason why it’s not you?
Putting down the stethoscope, the doctor continued to ask, "Where was it at noon yesterday?"
"I didn't eat either."
"Yesterday morning?"
"Didn't eat it!"
"When do you start fasting?"
"The evening before yesterday."
Got it! The doctor shook his head, "You don't want your life. Not only have you not eaten, but you haven't slept either, right?"
"Um!"
"hiss!"
People around him were surprised, no wonder he vomited, and he didn't eat or sleep for two days. It would be the same for anyone else.
"Spleen and stomach imbalance, lack of sleep, go back and drink some light porridge, don't drink too much, avoid greasy, spicy, and full in the past few days, otherwise you will die, don't say I didn't remind you."
Hearing the doctor's words, Yang Ning stabbed Fang Jing's head with an angry finger, "Are you stupid? You are such an adult and you don't know how to eat?"
"Sister Ning, don't poke me yet. Aren't I just trying to feel something?"
"It feels like you're looking for farts. You have to starve for two days to play a prisoner? Do you have to wipe your neck to play a dead person?"
Seeing him like this, Yang Ning was angry and distressed.
The director waved his hand and said, "Let's all disperse. Let's get ready for work. What should we do? Let's eat together?"
A group of extras murmured in a low voice, "This person is really different from other people. They are both celebrities. Why is there such a big gap?"
"Who says it's not the case? The lead actress is so delicate. A few days ago, she had to heat mineral water for a falling-in-water scene."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, there are more than thirty barrels. I bought them from the county, but they were thrown away after they were used up."
"Fang Jing, don't do this next time, you might scare me." The director said earnestly, "It is a good thing to be dedicated, but you should also pay attention to your health. If you encounter difficulties, just tell me and I will find a solution."
"I'm sorry, director, because I made everyone worried. I will pay attention next time."
"Yeah! Go back and have a good rest. Don't be too tired."
Fang Jing started sleeping at ten o'clock in the morning. When he woke up, it was already midnight and he woke up hungry.
Turning on the light in the dark, there was half a bowl of cold porridge on the table, which was leftover from the day's meal. Without saying anything, Fang Jing picked it up and drank it in two gulps.
With something in his stomach, Fang Jing felt more comfortable, but he was still hungry. He put on his clothes and prepared to go out to find something to eat. He remembered that the crew seemed to have a refrigerator.
Passing by the director's door, the lights inside were still on. I listened carefully and heard the voice of an actress.
Originally preparing to knock on the door, Fang Jing shook his head and was still studying the script late at night. It is not easy to be a director. Thank you for your hard work!
The crew shoots scenes day and night. In order to capture the lighting, it is normal to shoot scenes during the day at night.
Fang Jing walked around and happened to meet the staff collecting equipment. It seemed that the main actors had just gone back to sleep not long after the work was finished. They had to move things back, otherwise the lack of a few cameras would be a big problem the next day.
The chef was cooking vermicelli for midnight snack in a tile-roofed house. Fang Jing smelled the smell and ran over, his mouth watering.
"Uncle, can you give me a bowl first? I can't hold it anymore."
"Go, go, go, where did you come from? What are you doing here without sleeping in the middle of the night? This is food for the crew."
"Uncle, I'm an actor, not a villager here. I'm really hungry. Just half a bowl will do."
"Even actors can't do it. There are so many actors and actresses who all come here to eat."
The chef thought Fang Jing was an extra and waved him away quickly.
"Just give it to him. The director will cause trouble for you if something happens soon."
A laugh sounded from behind, and Xu Zheng walked over wearing a green coat with his hands folded and hidden in his sleeves.
The chef nodded and smiled: "Teacher Xu Zheng, are you out for supper again?"
"I just finished work for a while. I couldn't sleep and came over to take a look. Give me a whole bowl, less green onions and more spicy. And give this guy a bowl too."
Pulling a bench to sit by the stove, Xu Zheng sighed, "It's still more comfortable here."
"Hello, Teacher Xu!" Fang Jing stood next to the chef, turned to say hello, and then stared at the pot.
Xu Zheng couldn't help but laugh, "Hey! Can't you sit down first? Your head is almost stuck."