As soon as the director shouted, the originally dimly lit small courtyard suddenly became brightly lit and filled with people, and the workers on set were busy performing their duties and preparing for the next shot.
At this time, I heard the director shouting over there: "Is Qinqin here?"
"not yet!"
I don’t know which tool man responded.
"Well, let's take a fifteen-minute break."
At this time, He Xin was sitting on a chair at the door of the main room, looking slightly tired, to rest and catch his breath.
Even though it was just a few steps and no strenuous exercise, in fact, the inner struggle and high nervous tension consumed too much of his energy.
Acting is really a physical job. Before every shooting, he has to warm up to get himself excited and at the same time try to stretch his body. Sometimes it seems like a calm scene, but he is still acting.
, sometimes because of high emotional tension, you may get cramps accidentally.
"Second Master, please wipe your face!"
A snow-white towel was handed over.
"Um!"
He Xin took it over and wiped his face.
"Second Master, please drink tea!"
When I took the towel back, I handed over a cup of Longjing tea.
"Um!"
I took it and found that the tea was freshly brewed. I blew on the tea leaves floating on it and took a sip.
"Second Master, would you like to take a sip?"
"Tsk, is it over yet? I feel like I'm smoking a big cigarette."
He Xinhu glanced sideways at Zhang Yi, who was nodding and hunching, until his expression began to change, and he suddenly made a face at him, and took the cigarette from his hand with a smile: "Then take a puff!"
The other party also changed his face in an instant, grinning with rabbit teeth, quickly put on the lighter, and said flatteringly: "Come...come, Second Master, I will give you some...light!"
Jia Yonghua, who was sitting opposite, watched the performance of these two actors with pain, and couldn't help but said: "Are you two annoyed? Is it interesting to keep doing this?"
"Then why are you showing off with a broken machine all day long?" He Xin asked back.
Jia Yonghua usually likes to shoot here and there with a DV. Although this person inherits his father's business, he lives a relatively pure life and loves to study this. Although he has average talent in photography, he has really worked hard.
Jia Yonghua said quickly: "That is my major and also my hobby..."
But in the middle of speaking, looking at the two actors in front of me, I couldn't help but pat my mouth lightly: "Okay, I didn't say anything."
This is right, everyone does what they do and loves what they do!
Because the main room still needed to be decorated a little, they moved to the entrance of the courtyard.
Between shooting, regular routine.
Smoking, drinking tea, chatting, and there was Zhang Yi beside him to help wait and cheer.
It took about a quarter of an hour before someone came to inform me that Teacher Jiang was here and was ready to start filming.
The room was decorated with lights, red ribbons, and bright red 囍 characters. Jiang Qinqin was dressed in red auspicious clothes and sitting on the bedside with a red hijab. This stubborn girl guarded the empty room alone on the night of the wedding night. Today she wants to make up for it.
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He Xin opened the door and came in, facing the camera.
Xing'er, the waiting girl on the side, was about to say her lines when she heard He Xin shout: "Stop!"
Just when everyone was surprised, He Xin shouted toward the door: "Who, please spray some water on my face."
"Oops, I really forgot. I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" The recorder at the scene finally woke up and apologized hurriedly.
This situation often happens in TV dramas. The actor was obviously still in the rain just now, and his face was wet, but as soon as the camera turned, his face became clean. This kind of confusion is often a mistake of the recorder.
The makeup assistant at the scene quickly ran over with a small spray bottle and sprayed water on He Xin's face, leaving a few drops of water on his face.
Everything was ready, and the recorder confirmed again that nothing was missing, and then reported to the director through the intercom.
"Okay, get ready!"
"A!"
When He Xin opened the door and walked in, he heard Xing'er softly report to Jiang Qinqin, who was wearing a red hijab: "Miss, my uncle has come in."
He Xin walked over step by step, and Jia Yonghua carried the machine and followed behind him to take pictures.
At the same time, the camera set up behind the bed gave a close-up of his face, and his face was solemn, as if he was looking forward to death.
When he walked up to Jiang Qinqin, Xing'er quickly handed over the scale beam wrapped in red silk.
Without squinting his eyes, he took the scale beam and picked out the red hijab.
He only had lyrics for this scene with Jiang Qinqin. Due to the previous verbal conflict, the scene was shot directly before there was a chance to rehearse. Although he silently silented the scene twice before filming started, it was relatively routine. Silencing was just a consolidation process.
, there is no live rehearsal to trigger inspiration.
The moment the scale in his hand lifted up the red hijab, He Xin had a sudden thought.
With a "bang" sound, he threw the scale beam on the bed next to him.
Although his sister-in-law's sincere words and everything he heard outside the door made him realize, it did not mean that he accepted the wife he had never met. He was impatient of such red tape and etiquette, and regarded it as a routine matter.
He dropped the scale beam, squatted down, raised his hands and lifted up the red hijab.
Jia Yonghua quickly showed the camera a close-up of Jiang Qinqin, and saw her raising her head in surprise.
The moment He Xin saw her, he lost consciousness.
This was not an act, it was his real reaction.
He was used to seeing Jiang Qinqin's usual makeup, but at this moment he didn't expect that Jiang Qinqin, wearing extremely delicate bridal makeup, would be so beautiful under the orange light!
He was stunned subconsciously.
Jiang Qinqin was also looking at him without blinking.
A cold look, a resentful look in his eyes.
Her eyelashes were so long that one of the tassels on her hijab hung down on her eyelashes.
He Xin couldn't help but raise his hand to lift the tassel to the side, and looked at this beautiful face carefully. It seemed familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had met it.
But at this moment, Jiang Qinqin couldn't hold herself any longer, her face twitched slightly, as if she was holding back her smile.
He Xin simply threw the red hijab aside and looked at it carefully again.
The lens in Jia Yonghua's hand was fixed motionlessly on Jiang Qinqin's face.
The moment her hijab was pulled off by He Xin, she turned her face sideways, lowered her head and smiled.
After a while, his eyes moved, and he shyly turned his gaze back to He Xin's face.
The two just looked at each other.
It can be said: This person is like a rainbow, and you will know it when you meet him.
"Uncle, Miss, please have some Heqi Mixed Soup. From now on, your family will be full of descendants, and you will have good luck!"
At this time, Myolie came over with a bowl of soup, smiling and saying auspicious words.
There are two pairs of red chopsticks placed on the soup bowl.
When the two of them reached for their pants at the same time, they found a short red string attached to the chopsticks.
He Xin handed the chopsticks to his left hand so that they could eat together. But Jiang Qinqin deliberately changed his chopsticks to his left hand. He Xin had to pick up the chopsticks with his right hand again.
The red rope was extremely short, and the two of them touched their heads and pulled the soup in the bowl. It was actually eight-treasure porridge.
Just take two bites of each and get the idea.
Seeing how beautiful his bride turned out to be, the guy finally threw away his last trace of worry, put down his chopsticks, and nodded to Jiang Qinqin to indicate that it was almost done.
Jiang Qinqin pursed her lips and put down her chopsticks shyly.
"Uncle, Miss, one moment in the bridal chamber is worth a thousand pieces of gold, you go to bed!"
After Xing'er finished speaking, she left.
Jiang Qinqin raised her sleeve and wiped her mouth gently. The process was over, and the eyes of both of them softened at this moment.
"I seem to have seen you somewhere?"
Jiang Qinqin pouted slightly and remained silent.
He Xin seemed to smell a familiar aroma again, so he leaned slightly closer and took a deep breath.
He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and asked: "What does it smell like? It's so fragrant?"
"This is the perfume sent from France by the head shopkeeper of our Parisian company."
"perfume?"
He Xin was stunned, "What is perfume?"
Without saying a word, Jiang Qinqin raised her hands to unbutton her clothes, pulled open her collar, raised her head, revealing her white swan neck, and said, "Here it is!"
white!
Her skin is really white, several times whiter than my girlfriend's almost wheat-colored skin.
He Xin's eyes suddenly froze, staring intently at the small pocket with dragons and phoenixes inside, which was exactly the same as the one he saw in his dream.
If it weren't for the fact that he could hear the breathing of Jia Yonghua, who was carrying the camera behind him, and could see the camera in the bed out of the corner of his eye, he would really have thought that he was in a dream at this moment.
He suddenly buried his head into Jiang Qinqin's white and shining neck, greedily inhaling the alluring aroma...
But soon he straightened up suddenly again, with a look of confusion in his eyes. He wasn't sure if he was in love with the woman in front of him, but the only thing he was sure of was that he was very greedy now.
When Jiang Qinqin saw this, she raised her eyebrows. It was almost the same as the situation in her dream. She took off the bright red auspicious clothes, leaving only the small pocket with dragons and phoenixes on it, and looked at him provocatively.
At the critical moment, you must not be timid!
He Xin took a deep breath and grabbed her round and smooth shoulders.
In Jia Yonghua's lens, his hands slowly moved up, slid across her neck, and finally held up that breathtakingly beautiful face, mustering up the courage to gently press his lips to it...
The lens slowly retracts and blurs.
"Ka! Beautiful!"
Until the director's excited voice came from the intercom, He Xin quickly got up from his body and made room for his assistant to run up and help cover up the mess.
He was still a little dazed at the moment and subconsciously licked his lips. The two of them had touched each other tightly just now.
In today's scene, many of them were subconscious actions, and what also surprised him was that even though the two had not rehearsed beforehand, there seemed to be no flaws in all the details and they were perfectly matched.
It can be said that the golden wind and jade dew meet each other, but they are better than countless others in the world!
Just as he was sighing, he heard Jia Yonghua's loud voice coming from the other side: "A Xin, throw the scale beam again and I'll take a close-up!"