This is a gap, a visual gap, which makes Bao Xiaofei feel confident in acting.
Seeing this image, Bao Xiaofei took the initiative to approach the dispatcher and said, "Young man, how will I adjust my image in a while?"
"What do you do?"
"beggar"
"How to adjust it? Adjust it..." The young man somehow suppressed his anger, but when he saw that he was an old man, he suppressed the swear words.
After looking at the scene, the boss said: "Uncle, you don't have to follow them. After a while, you can take the props and kneel down anywhere. After you hear the power on, don't move around. It will only take a few seconds. As for
Action! You can do whatever you want, anyway, the camera only lasts for less than a second or two."
Bao Xiaofei nodded, understanding.
The role of Qingmei has a lot of freedom. If Wen Ya comes, will she act like this?
After finding a place where the camera would definitely pass by and where he felt it would stop for two to three seconds, Bao Xiaofei pretended to sit slowly on the ground, squinting his eyes and straightening his back.
As a systematic person, it is impossible to kneel down. Moreover, the ancients said that a man has gold under his knees. He can kneel to heaven, kneel to the ground, and kneel to his parents in the middle, but he cannot kneel to other people.
But this is not important. Bao Xiaofei actually knows very well that as an extra, what is the most important thing? It is not his own role, but stealing the scene!
Ten minutes later, all the extras were ready, and Ding Jun randomly announced that the camera would be turned on.
"All departments and actors, please pay attention, the second scene of "Dream of the Forbidden City" has begun!"
Following the director's order, the photographer focused the camera on the scene.
The camera starts from a pair of couplets next to a dilapidated gate and gradually lengthens.
When he arrived at a place where there were people, Ding Jun shouted: "Pull back the camera and run away!"
"Run! The foreign devils are coming..." The extras spread their legs and started running.
The camera continues to pull back and the soldiers begin to appear.
"Get out of the way, get out of the way, don't block the way!" Following the order, there was another burst of shouting, and the Qing army extras were in a state of confusion. Seeing the coalition forces sweeping Wuji, they were all scared to death.
"The camera continues"
The photographer slowly pulled the lens, and everywhere the lens went, there were devastated scenes.
Especially the children who were pushed aside and cried loudly, the women who left their hometowns, the merchants...
In the camera, everyone is moving and in chaos.
However, the camera suddenly reached a street corner, where an old man in ragged clothes was sitting there as calmly as a sculpture.
Looking at the whole scene, the whole scene was completely different. On the corner of the street, which was in a panic, an old man was sitting upright. The photographer's hand shook, and the camera also shook.
The machine is stuck.
For this reason, the cameraman was severely scolded by the director, and the cameraman was also filled with aggrievedness.
But when I saw my lens reaching that street corner, I couldn't help but tremble. Is there something causing trouble?
"No, a poisonous character is found here. Look, director!"
Looking along the camera, the director found Bao Xiaofei sitting there, motionless.
The old and embarrassed face was numb with sadness, and sadness was mixed with unwillingness. Although he was just a beggar, his back was almost straight.
Seeing Bao Xiaofei in the camera, the director's eyes widened.
"I remember, didn't I arrange a beggar for him?"
Seeing that his style of painting was completely different from that of the people around him, Ding Jun was stunned.
"Director, what's wrong?" The bald man next to him came over immediately and asked.
When he saw Bao Xiaofei on the camera, the bald man immediately slapped his thigh.
You know this old guy is not a fuel-efficient lamp. Damn it, with this look, he looks like a beggar, but this body sitting up straight?
Damn it, shit, aren’t you just kidding?
"Director, just wait, I will kick him out right away! This is a sincere attempt to cause trouble."
With that said, the bald man ran over.
"Uncle, are you sincere? What's going on with you? I asked you to play a beggar, and you acted like this? You know that because you didn't kneel, the whole plot was stuck, do you understand?"
"What? It's because of you!"
When the bald man said this, the surrounding extras immediately began to talk about what the old man's intentions were.
The surrounding extras therefore pointed all their fingers at Bao Xiaofei. Because it was late autumn and the weather outside was indeed a bit cold.
"Forget it, you'd better go back!" Baldhead said, going to take off Bao Xiaofei's costume.
"Wait a minute"
Just as the bald man was about to take action, he heard someone calling him from behind, the voice of director Ding Jun.
"Director, I did something wrong in this matter. I shouldn't have asked such a person to come in. Just rest, let me handle it here." The bald man quickly took out his eyes and handed one to the director.
The director Ding Jun waved his hand and looked at the sculpture-like Bao Xiaofei carefully.
Then he knelt down and asked: "Old man, I remember that I asked you to play a beggar?
Bao Xiaofei is not pretending to be serious this time, but is thinking about whether to try again. After all, this opportunity to play a small role is also very difficult, and he only has forty-eight hours. Now one day has passed, and there is not much time.
If there is too much, there is really no gain. How can I explain it to Wen Ya when I go back?
Hearing the director's question, he slowly opened his eyes and nodded slowly when he saw that it was the director in charge.
"Yes, you asked me to play the beggar."
"Then why don't I look at you like a beggar?" Ding Jun looked at Bao Xiaofei and frowned tightly.
Now that the director said this, there were a few people around who agreed, "That's right, how can you be a beggar? You are clearly Lafayette?"
"In ancient times, if there were people like you sitting there begging for food, they would probably have been beaten."
"Remember Kong Yiji? His back was so hard, didn't he also have his legs broken?"
"..."
Listening to the sarcastic remarks around him, Bao Xiaofei remained calm and said in a deep voice: "Yes! But there are several levels of beggars."
"Interesting, tell me, how do you differentiate between Gang Leader Qiao and Gang Leader Hong?" an extra asked with a smile.
Bao Xiaofei ignored him and just said slowly: "There are beggars here who run around all day just to survive in the world."
"Some, he has nothing, is completely despondent, and is just a walking corpse."
"There is another kind of beggar. He lives in troubled times, but as long as you give him a spark, he can ignite the whole prairie fire and add a little bit of light to the world. This is the role I play."
"Oh!" Ding Jun smiled, "Old man, so you have designed some inner drama for your character. What about the lines? Have you designed it?"
"Of course!"
"Then you play a role and let me see"
Bao Xiaofei nodded, looked at the mocking eyes around him, and spoke:
"Master Jun, please do me a favor and give me the steel knife you don't need!"
Speaking of the anger in his heart, Bao Xiaofei's eyes widened, like an angry King Kong, and he shouted at the soldiers who were laughing at him.
This shout was met with silence from the entire audience.
This Bao Xiaofei actually used the humblest words to express the endless tragic heroism, the end of the road, and the heroic feelings of a hero who sacrificed his life for the country.
At this time, the director suddenly stood up.
"It's still a little short of flavor, can you add some more ingredients?"
“Yes, no problem”
I saw Bao Xiaofei waving to the bald head.
The bald man already had a problem with Bao Xiaofei, but this time he saw him calling out to him, maybe something would happen?
Bao Xiaofei stretched out a hand, took the bald man's hand, and asked him to lightly scratch the steel knife, and a stream of bright red donated blood came out.
"Why don't you cut yourself? Why do you cut mine?"
"Fart, can you bear to see your uncle suffer?"
You really don’t know how to write the word filial piety?
Bao Xiaofei tore off a strip from his tattered clothes, then grabbed his bald fingers and wrote a few words on the strip of cloth.
"I promise this life for the country"
"Okay, that's right!" The director clapped his hands, kept cheering, and immediately ordered the filming to start.
Without calling anyone else, Ding Jun slowly lifted Bao Xiaofei up from the ground.