Chapter Five Hundred and Thirty-Three Investment and Believe
"Xiao Cheng, thank you for your hard work!"
Jiang Wei was holding the storyboard and discussing the camera location and shooting angle with the director of photography. When he looked up and saw the couple coming, he nodded and said hello to Cheng Hao.
In fact, in the scene filmed today where Yu Zecheng comes to the morgue to see her for the last time after Zuo Lan's death, we could have filmed the scene where Cheng Hao plays the role of uncovering the corpse covered with a white cloth first, and then got a stand-in and then filmed He Xin's scene.
The shots can be edited in post-production. Shots like this are usually shot like this when actors have tight schedules. This is also how the various "substitutes" used by Xiaohua and Xiaoxianrou in the future are shot.
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But this scene is the highlight for He Xin.
Zuo Lan was the woman he loved. He changed his ways mainly because he wanted to be with the one he loved. He was so unforgettable, but at this moment he only saw a cold corpse, and he was still trying his best to hide himself in front of the enemy.
Real emotions, such a performance is extremely difficult.
Cheng Hao took the initiative to ask to stay and cooperate with her boyfriend in the scene. Of course Jiang Wei welcomed him with both hands, but He Xin was noncommittal.
Of course, if his girlfriend can stay and co-act in this scene, the post-editing may not be troublesome and the footage will be more realistic. But when it comes to whether he can help him perform this scene well, he seems to feel that there is not much difference.
He had never experienced anything like this before, it was nothing more than emotional substitution. The owner of this body, he was too young when his parents passed away. He only knew how to cry, and then fear and loneliness.
He also experienced the death of his father in his previous life. When his father was diagnosed with cancer, it was already in the advanced stage, and his physical condition could not support surgery, so he could only choose conservative treatment. In the last days, he watched his father die day by day.
He was so thin that he was in excruciating pain almost every day and could only rely on painkillers to survive. When his father breathed his last breath, he felt more relieved than sad.
The former cannot feel the real pain, while the latter's pain has been worn away day by day in his father's last days. Therefore, no emotion seems to be able to replace it.
And then rely on imagination?
To be honest, on the way to the set, he was still imagining the pain, brewing emotions, and doing psychological construction. He was really not sure whether he could perform this scene well. Maybe he was superficial and used technology to make up for it.
Emotional deficiencies.
Of course, this kind of performance can only keep the audience from being distracted, but it will not produce emotional resonance. At present, he can probably only achieve this level.
"Cold light...yes, yes, pay attention to gathering the light and concentrating it on the lower level..."
"Have the tracks been paved yet... There are two camera positions, pay attention to the camera, don't get in trouble..."
The on-site staff are still busy doing debugging work before shooting.
Unlike Zu Feng who was pacing back and forth mumbling something, He Xin was facing the wall with his eyes closed and contemplating. Others knew the situation and tried to be as gentle as possible so as not to disturb him.
Cheng Hao was very relaxed. She just had to lie there with her eyes closed. There was nothing to prepare. She was standing in the corner muttering with Chu Qing and Tong Yali who had come over early in the morning to observe and study, probably before leaving.
What tips should I give face-to-face to my informant who stayed on the set?
The scene was a room without windows, with cold light and very low light. It looked really eerie.
When the preparations were ready, Jiang Wei checked the side carefully to confirm that there was nothing wrong. He raised his wrist to check the time, then waved his hand and said, "Everyone is in place! Xiaohe, Zu Feng, are you ready?
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"No problem." Zu Feng nodded.
He Xin was a little hesitant and uncertain and said: "Let's try it."
Jiang Wei was slightly startled. This was the first time he saw He Xin looking unconfident. He subconsciously frowned slightly and opened his mouth. After pondering for a while, he gave up his question and turned to Cheng Hao.
He waved and said: "Xiao Cheng, go in and get ready."
Cheng Hao obviously noticed something strange about her boyfriend. When she walked past him, she pulled his hand and smiled sweetly.
He Xin was a little surprised and quickly grinned.
After about two or three minutes, the shooting officially started.
"A!"
The camera in the room was focused on the door. A military doctor-looking figure wearing a military uniform and a white coat opened the door, came in and stood at the door. The tall He Xin appeared in the camera, followed by Zu Feng with a vague expression. Although
The focus of the camera was not on him, but his small eyes were still sharp. From time to time, he glanced at He Xin who was walking in front and observed secretly.
The entire room was empty, with a single bed in the middle, covered with a thin white sheet. The head and tail were slightly higher, highlighting the shape of a body, which looked particularly eye-catching under the pale light.
He Xin walked in slowly, and when he saw this scene, he suddenly felt in a trance. He couldn't believe that the person lying under the white sheet now was his girlfriend who was smiling at him just now.
He didn't even dare to move forward, and subconsciously glanced to the side. Zu Feng, who was following behind, waved his hand, and the military doctor saw this and walked out. Zu Feng pursed his lips and looked at He Xin's back, wanting to
He stopped talking, and finally sighed, turned around and walked out, giving him a space to be alone.
Only then did he tentatively take a step forward, but at the same time he was surprised that his emotions actually controlled his actions. He still tried his best to maintain a trace of reason.
Performance is like this, you can devote yourself wholeheartedly, but devotion does not mean losing control. An out-of-control performance may gain sympathy from the audience, but it is definitely not a good performance.
Restraint is important.
He still couldn't believe that the person lying here was his girlfriend. He hesitantly reached out his hand and opened the white sheet. He leaned back slightly, eager to see the face under the white sheet clearly, with a hint of
Inexplicable fear.
When Cheng Hao's pale face with closed eyes appeared in front of him, his heart beat violently, his hands felt like being electrocuted, the white sheets fell off, and he staggered back.
Cheng Hao, whose upper body was exposed, was still wearing the royal blue Lenin suit with a white shirt underneath that was meticulously buttoned. She was lying there with her eyes closed and her expression was very peaceful.
His mind subconsciously recalled the scene in his previous life when his father took his last breath, just like her now, with her eyes closed peacefully.
He Xin took one look, just one look... all the emotions that had been brewing before were scrapped, and the most real impulses and feelings burst out from his heart.
Acting is a very simple profession. It only requires belief, belief in the situation, belief in the story, belief in the opponent, and belief in yourself, and you will naturally be able to perform well.
He Xin believed it now. He believed that he was Yu Zecheng, that the person lying here was Zuo Lan, and that he had always been deeply in love with this woman.
Especially the passion last night, the quarrel in the morning, and that charming smile just now in the corridor...
As a result, in the blink of an eye, the person was lying here coldly.
His body began to tremble uncontrollably, his eyes became astringent, and his trachea kept shrinking. He wanted to cry, he wanted to shout and cry. But his reason told him that there were enemies outside who were monitoring his every move.
He can be sad, but he must not be too sad.
He can only choose to suppress, can only pretend, can only act.
He tightened his mouth, but his lips were still trembling uncontrollably. His face was twitching because he wanted to laugh. He was imagining that Zuo Lan was not dead at this time, but sleeping. He could only keep hypnotizing himself in this way.
, to make yourself endure it.
He took a step forward, squatted down slowly, and looked at Zuo Lan, who was sleeping peacefully...
Yes, she is not dead, she is just asleep.
Miraculously, his only remaining trace of reason told him that he was performing. And Yu Zecheng, who was performing, was also performing at this time. He was performing or forcing himself to believe that Zuo Lan was asleep at this time.
He finally slowly relaxed his lips and looked at Zuo Lan. The corners of his mouth turned slightly upward because he saw the face that he had been dreaming about again.
Suddenly he felt nauseous and chilled all over. He could clearly feel the cold sweat on his back. He quickly tightened his mouth, but could see that his throat was obviously moving...
He was really nauseated and sweating again. This kind of real physiological reaction cannot be acted out.
At this time, his mind recalled the narration that Jiang Wei had specially marked in the script of this scene:
"Until the white cloth was lifted, Yu Zecheng had always suspected that this was a trap. Because Cuiping firmly believed that Zuo Lan was fine, that was the only news he was willing to believe. Now he believes that Zuo Lan is really gone. He was only shot in the back.
, which means that when Cuiping saw her for the last time, she was already dead, but she was still smiling, and asked Cuiping to go away with a smile. Everything about this woman is worthy of love! Feel free to be sad, but
We need to get there as soon as possible..."
It was this narration that finally helped him pull back from the edge of losing control. He stood up slowly and stretched out his trembling hands to slowly cover his girlfriend who was lying there motionless with the white cloth again.
From Zuo Lan to Cheng Hao, it means that he finally regained his sense and realized that he was performing at this time, but he was at a loss and didn't know what to do. Just like a junior brother, he didn't even know what to do with his hands and feet.
put……
"stop!"
In a daze, I heard Jiang Wei yell.
At this moment, the tight string in his heart suddenly relaxed, and his whole body was drained of all his strength. His feet went weak, and he sat down on the ground with a "plop".
"Teacher He!"
"New brother!"
The staff nearby suddenly exclaimed, and a buddy closest to him was about to step forward to help him.
I saw Cheng Hao, who had just stopped on the bed and pretended to be dead, suddenly jumped up, jumped off the bed, and held him limply on the ground, saying "Uh, uh..."
He Xin, who was retching, said anxiously: "A Xin, are you okay?"
The door of the sleeping room was pushed open, and Jiang Wei, Zu Feng, Tong Yali, Chu Qing and others rushed in after hearing the sound.
"New brother!"
"How is it, how is it, is Xiao He okay?"
It was Tong Yali who had a sharp eye and quick hands. She quickly handed over a bottle of water and said: "Sister, give the new brother a drink of water."
"oh!"
Cheng Hao was really frightened. She had her eyes closed the whole time just now, and she only felt the white cloth covering her face being lifted, and then covered again. Because there were no lines in the whole process, she only vaguely heard her boyfriend's rough and disordered words.
She was breathing loudly, but as soon as the director shouted to stop, she just opened her eyes and saw her boyfriend collapsed on the ground. She wiped her forehead and was covered with cold sweat.
She was weak, so she could only support He Xin and let him lean on her shoulders, quickly unscrew the bottle cap and move closer.
"Drink, take your time."
He Xin took a few sips of water, and his throat finally felt a little better. He glanced at the nervous faces of everyone gathered around him, and finally stopped at his girlfriend's nervous face, grinning and saying:
"It's okay, I'm just a little exhausted."
With that said, he asked Jiang Wei: "Director, do you have any questions?"
"Uh, no... it's over. It's just that Xiao Cheng's eyeballs moved a few times just now. It's okay. I'll just do a close-up shot later." Jiang Wei hesitated for a moment and said.
Then he asked: "Xiao He, are you really okay?"
"it's okay no problem."
He Xin shook his head and tried to stand up, but failed to stand up after standing twice. Fortunately, Zu Feng and Jiang Wei beside him quickly helped him up and sat down on the bed where Cheng Hao was lying just now.
Zu Feng, who has always been taciturn, is still very experienced. He rarely took the initiative to explain for He Xin: "Xiao He was too emotional just now. In fact, it would be okay to burst out, but he has been holding it back, so it is easy... uh
,so!"
Jiang Wei nodded thoughtfully. To be honest, when he saw He Xin's performance on the monitor just now, the impact on him was indeed very shocking, but he didn't know much about acting and couldn't explain why. He just felt that he wanted to
The feeling he wanted was obvious, and it was even beyond his imagination. He would need to watch it again later to experience it.
"Xiao He, why don't we take a break and move the subsequent scenes to the afternoon?"
Jiang Wei looked at his state. He looked like he was suffering from hypoglycemia. His face turned pale and he was still sweating coldly. While talking, he looked at Zu Feng again. After all, the next shot was of He Xin and him.
They also came early in the morning to play the opposite role.
Zu Feng nodded and said: "I have no problem, Xiao He, you'd better go back and take a rest first, take it easy, and we'll shoot again in the afternoon."
"Don't!"
He Xin waved his hand and said: "I'm fine, just take it slow. The emotions are here. Let's strike while the iron is hot and shoot quickly. Otherwise, I'm afraid I won't be able to find the state."
"Are you really okay?" Cheng Hao asked worriedly.
"fine!"
He glanced at Zu Feng, smiled at him, and then explained to his girlfriend: "What Teacher Zu Feng said just now is right, I just lost my breath just now, I just need to slow down a little. Hey.
, give me the water, I’ll take two more sips.”
He was able to laugh, indicating that his strength was gradually recovering. In front of so many people, he was embarrassed to let his girlfriend feed him water, so he simply grabbed the bottle and took two sips, then tried to stand up.
He slowly walked a few steps into the room and said with a smile, "Look, I'm pretty good."
Seeing that everything was fine, Jiang Wei breathed a sigh of relief and said, "In this case, you'd better take a rest in the corridor outside first. Xiao Cheng, please lie down again and touch up the close-up shot just now."
"Okay, then I'll go out and get some fresh air. Call me when you're done!"
He Xin nodded and smiled at his girlfriend again.
Tong Yali on the side looked at Cheng Hao for advice, then hurriedly followed He Xin's footsteps and said: "Brother Xin, I will accompany you..."
Although the temperature dropped sharply today, it was a sunny day. The strong wind last night dispersed the sediments in the air, making it cool and refreshing.
He Xin was wrapped in his coat and breathing heavily, as if he wanted to expel all the pent-up energy in his heart.
"It's okay, Xiao Tong, you don't need to support me, I can just take a few steps on my own."
Tong Yali, who was wearing a white down jacket and a pair of cute bunny ear-shaped ear protection on her head, just like the girl, kept supporting him carefully, making him a little uncomfortable.
Tong Yali looked carefully at his recovering face and said with lingering fear: "Brother Xin, you were so scary just now. It felt like you were exhausted. My sister was so anxious that she almost cried."
He Xin smiled and said: "It's not that exaggerated. I just used a little more force. Besides, your sister is also knowledgeable. She can see clearly."
Tong Yali still looked incredulous and said: "Brother Xin, how did you act just now? How could..."
In her opinion, it was indeed painful for He Xin to stand on the corpse pretended by Cheng Hao, but he held it back, not like exposing himself in front of the enemy, that's all. But she just didn't understand, just such a simple scene,
There were no violent movements, not even lines, and He Xin actually collapsed to the ground.
"Well……"
He Xin pondered for a moment, then looked into her eyes and said seriously: "It's about devotion and belief."