Chapter 258: Women need the precipitation of time to be beautiful
"Zi Bing, don't get excited. I think Liu Jing wants to scare us in turn. It's not that easy to change roles, especially for a main character like you. Director Lu has seen dozens of actors before.
Satisfied, I finally found a suitable one like you, how can I give up so easily? And I have inquired clearly. He Xin will leave until the 25th at most to participate in the Venice Film Festival, and Shu Qi's schedule was originally only signed
One and a half months, they can't afford it..."
"Then what if they can afford to delay?"
Before Du Peihong could finish what he said, he was rudely interrupted by the house soldier, who still looked excited and said: "It's not that Shu Qi's schedule can't be extended. It's not like He Xin won't come back after going to Venice, so he replaced me.
The movie can still be made, it just costs more money. But what about me? What should I do if I am really replaced?"
"If this is the case, the price will be high for them. They might as well satisfy our demands..."
"rule!"
Du Peihong's words were interrupted again by the excited house soldiers, "This is to establish rules!"
"Well……"
If this time the crew is determined to lose hundreds of thousands or even millions to establish rules, then no matter how many tricks Du Peihong makes, it will not help, although he always believes that this possibility is relatively small.
Seeing that Du Peihong was speechless, the house soldier turned around angrily, walked to the window, and suddenly opened the window, and a wave of heat suddenly hit his face.
After staying in an air-conditioned room for too long, feeling the hot air outside suddenly made me miss the scenes of filming in a stuffy environment.
Looking at the sparsely populated streets outside due to the scorching sun at noon, Fang Fangbing couldn't help but smile bitterly. Although Du Peihong was instigating this matter from beginning to end, in the final analysis, the problem still lies with him.
As soon as he became famous, he began to inflate his ego and take himself too seriously.
Maybe Du Peihong still wants to gamble, but he knows very well that he cannot afford to gamble in this regard. The so-called treatment of the protagonist and the so-called face are not important now. Instead of regretting in the future, it is better to give in early.
Only then did Fang Fang Bing truly understand what his teacher once said when he was a student at China National Theater Academy: Actors ultimately have to rely on their acting skills and works to prove themselves, not anything else.
He finally sighed, turned around slowly, looked at Du Peihong, who was still frowning, and said in a calm tone: "Brother Du, don't think about it. I'm giving in. I'll hire a car to go to Laofan Village by myself in a while, and talk to the director."
Producer Liu admits his mistake."
He didn't dare to bet. According to the previous shooting plan, he had several scenes opposite Shu Qi in Lao Fan Village. Now the crew had transferred to Lao Fan Village without notifying him. He knew the meaning very well.
He didn't dare challenge the bottom line of directors and producers anymore.
"Zi Bing..."
When Du Peihong heard this, he stood up excitedly, but when he faced the calm and firm gaze of the house soldier, he suddenly couldn't say anything to persuade him.
"Brother Du, please stop trying to persuade me. I know you are doing this to help me, but now I just want to act well, and all the leading role treatment and the like are in vain. I believe that as long as you have good acting skills,
, the audience recognizes that in the future, even if we don’t mention this so-called protagonist treatment, people will take the initiative to help you arrange it..."
At the end of the sentence, Fang Fang Bing squeezed out a few words through his teeth and said: "Just like He Xin and Shu Qi!"
It's one thing to give in, it's another thing to be convinced or not.
After saying that, without waiting for Du Peihong's reaction, the house soldier turned around and walked over to open the suitcase, packed a few pieces of clothing and stuffed them into the bag, preparing to find a car and rush to the Lao Fanzhai studio later.
But before he finished cleaning up, Du Peihong stood up, took a deep breath and said: "Zi Bing, stop working so hard. You haven't expressed any opinions on this matter from beginning to end. It's all under my control, even if it's
If you give in, that's me giving in. I called Liu Jing to apologize and told the director that you were in good health and could film."
In the final analysis, this is a matter of face, but also a matter of strategy.
Ever since the house soldier pretended to be sick, he had hardly left his room. Even three meals a day were brought to the room by the waiter. Du Peihong was busy outside, and the house soldier never said a word, and of course he didn't.
Take the call from Liu Jing who wants to communicate with him directly.
Now that he has given up, it is Du Peihong who is slapped in the face. Fang Fang Bing can definitely say that he is indeed sick. As for the so-called treatment issues that were discussed before, he has no knowledge at all. Of course, although everyone knows it, as long as they don’t make it clear, Fang Fang Bing will
In terms of face, it's still pretty good.
"Brother Du..."
Du Peihong raised his arm to stop what the house soldier wanted to say, and said: "I have told you a long time ago that I am an agent and this is what I do. Maybe I was a little overconfident this time and overestimated myself.
You underestimate others. You are an actor, you cannot get involved in such nonsense."
With that said, Du Peihong forced a smile towards the house soldier and said: "You'd better wait for my news with peace of mind. After all, you are still the main actor in this group now. As long as I give in, they will definitely give you enough face."
, as if this never happened.”
Du Peihong finally showed his responsibilities as an agent, while Fang Fang Bing looked at him with a moved face, and finally said solemnly: "Brother Du, don't worry, the face you lost today, one day I will
Help you earn it back."
"Okay, I'm waiting for this day."
…
"Okay, I understand. I still need to discuss this with the director... Yes, just wait for my call... Well, bye!"
The moment she hung up the phone, Liu Jing, who had always been serious about talking on the phone, even a little arrogantly, finally stopped holding back and burst out laughing.
Lu Yue, who was sitting opposite and picking up a lunch box, looked at him strangely and said, "What are you discussing with me?"
Liu Jing held back a smile and waved her hand towards Lu Yue and said, "Please let me be happy for a while, and then I'll talk to you later."
He was really tortured by Du Peihong these days. It was rare for a man in his forties to dance as wantonly as a young man.
It wasn't until Lu Yue finished eating his lunch and lit up a cigarette as usual that Liu Jing said with a smile: "It's okay. The soldier's illness has recovered and he can film now."
Lu Yue's originally calm face finally showed a trace of emotion, and said: "Then what are you discussing with me? If you just ask him to come over directly, it's over."
In any case, when he originally chose Fang Fang Bing to play the role of Yuan Dingguo, it was because Fang Fang Bing was suitable for this character.
"You're going to film his scene today?"
Lu Yue held her cigarette in her mouth and thought for a moment: "I definitely can't take the photo today, I might have to arrange it for tomorrow."
Because Laofanzhai is far away from the county seat and the roads are difficult to walk, the crew stayed here for the past two days.
When Liu Jing heard this, she immediately became happy and said: "There's no rush, I'll notify them later in the evening."
Liu Jing was finally feeling proud this time, so naturally she would not miss the opportunity to make the other party fearful for a long time.
He Xin looked at himself in the mirror. At this time, he was wearing a hair cap with a lot of gray hair on his head. There were two wrinkles on his originally smooth forehead, and the makeup on his eyes was deliberately a little...
Black, with two obvious tear trough lines outlined below.
Coupled with the Chinese-style moon-white shirt with a stand-up collar, the young man who was originally in his prime has suddenly turned into an old man in his fifties who has gone through many vicissitudes of life.
Perhaps because he was not satisfied with his still upright body, his shoulders suddenly dropped, his neck stretched slightly forward, and his entire upper body suddenly became a bit shorter, and his straight back suddenly became a little rickety.
His old age is finally showing, and his whole image suddenly becomes more vivid, instead of just the dull makeup on his face.
"Um?"
The style of painting changed so quickly that the makeup artist on the side was a little confused. He couldn't understand why just a physical change could completely change the temperament of the person sitting on the chair, even better than when he had just put on makeup.
The role it plays is even more clear.
The most famous thing about Laofanzhai is probably the Laofanzhai Bridge across the Nanxi River. This is second only to the China-Vietnam Railway Bridge at the mouth of the river. This century-old bridge shuttles through the mountains.
The second largest railway bridge on the Yunnan-Vietnam Railway.
The entire bridge uses double tracks, with a sidewalk less than one meter wide on one side for pedestrians only. In the morning, He Xin had already filmed a scene on the bridge with Shu Qi. He sent Shu Qi across the bridge, and after failing to express his love,
Under such circumstances, I took a monk who was sending three lepers across the bridge and asked him to see if the two were destined. The monk left a profound and difficult to understand sentence: "Destiny is fate, and lack of fate is also fate; affection is love.
Ruthlessness is also love.”
The photo taken in the afternoon was taken decades later, when Ye Xingyu brought Yuan Dingguo’s ashes back to the former educated youth farm, and when she once again stood on the railway bridge that she had walked on countless times, she was already over fifty years old, and the south under the bridge
The stream was turbid. When he turned around unintentionally, a familiar figure appeared at the end of the bridge. Ye Xingyu recognized him at once.
He Xin kept his body posture, and when walking, his steps were slightly higher than usual. When he walked out of the room with some procrastination, Shu Qi, who was putting on makeup next door, happened to come out as well. The two looked at each other, surprised at the same time.
, couldn't help but laugh.
Shu Qi laughed at his old age, and He Xin seemed to see the Shu Qi he remembered in his previous life. Sure enough, women need time to accumulate to become more beautiful.