Actor: Signing in for a hundred days, I created a famous scene

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The elder brother who is in charge of the actor's audio is outside the camera, holding a microphone in the rain.

"Xiaohubei, eh, have you been there?" July's face covered with dirt was smiling, and the bustling scenery on the other side was reflected in his pupils, "I heard that foreigners drink coffee and smoke cigars. What to wear... what kind of swallow clothes?"

"That's called a tuxedo."

Xiaohu Cup went to a private school and knows how to study.

"That's right! Tuxedo! Hehe...you know a lot..." Qiyue scratched her forehead, simple and honest.

Xiaohu Cup posed in a comfortable position, lying on the military supplies.

"I went to private school...but I never left the county town...I want to go to the big city...look at the sky...it's not like here, it's dark, humid, and the sky is dark ..."

Done.

Covering his face, he remembered that Zhu Shengzhong had instigated them to kill people just now... his little face instantly dimmed.

He's only 12 years old... kill?

very far away.

"Why do you want to kill people... Fight back and forth...My brother, uncle, and I are all farmers...Why is it so difficult to eat..."

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Seeing that Xiao Qiyue was silent, she turned her head.

"What do you see?"

Under the camera, the two young actors are remarkable and have nothing wrong with them.

Following July's eyes, she looked across the river.

There are opera singers, street walkers, horse racers, and... sellers of batches.

A girl in a cheongsam, posing for a pose, swayed her waist under the vinyl record player of Lao Chenhai.

Let the boy be distracted.

"I'm a good boy... There is such a beautiful woman in this world?"

Xiaohubei shook his head without thinking.

"July, if we survive, where are you going?"

"Where to... I haven't thought about it, you?"

"I want to go home."

After speaking, both of them were silent.

In the Temple of Heaven on a rainy night, apart from the patrolling soldiers of the 88th Regiment of the 524th Division, there is only Jiangbei on the roof.

. . . 0

"Both of you, go to the group seat, you have something to ask!"

The two of them flew away, and under the mid-air drone's shooting, they ran to the rooftop watchtower, raised their heads, faced the rain, and looked at the dark shadow standing in the dark night.

Jiang Bei's eyes were dead silent, showing no emotion.

Zoom out.

"What's your name? How old is it?"

Xiaohu Cup wiped the rain off his face.

"They all call me Xiaohubei. I'm thirteen years old. My surname is Zhu. Grandpa told me that we are the No. 18 descendants of Zhu Yuanzhang."

Jiang Bei turned his head and looked down at the two young actors.

Under the phantom, his eyes are like knives!

"Then do you know how the Ming Dynasty fell?"

In a word.

Leaving Xiaohu Cup speechless, he bowed and shook his head.

"The emperor guards the gate of the country, the king dies in the country..." Jiang Bei opened his mouth to speak but stopped.

Forget it, he didn't understand.

The camera zoomed out and then zoomed in, and 200 searchlights on the set, all of a sudden, fired on the other side of the river.

A loud soprano pierced through the rainy night and came here.

As the eyes of the three people shifted, a bustling metropolis, under the lens, gave an impact!

Xiaohu Cup looked longingly: "It's so beautiful..."

July grinned happily, "That's the foreign concession."

The drone lifted off, looking down on the camera to whitewash the peace.

Jiang Bei grabbed the railing and walked back and forth.

"Heaven over there, and hell over here..."

Mirror flip.

A cold, piercing, dark trench, and devastated scenes... Under the reflection of the fire, it looks like an abyss devouring people's hearts!

"Crack!"

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Ps: keep doing it!

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Chapter 144, Dialogue with Heroic Spirit: Kill yourself and become a benevolent!

Jiang Bei was in a panic.

Director Guan Hu yelled 'click', and the filming went surprisingly smoothly. Qiao Xinyue, who had already prepared her raincoat, rushed over to put it on for Jiang Bei.

Under the studio, young actors stared at the monitor, the atmosphere was dull.

"OK, let's call it a day."

Guan Hu wiped his face, looked down at his watch, and got up.

"It's almost 3 o'clock, everyone should go to bed early. The first day of filming of "Eight Hundred" went smoothly. Thank you for your efforts. If there were any harsh words during the filming, Guan Hu would like to apologize to everyone here."

Bend over.

bow.

These young actors, Zhang Duo, Wei Chen, Ou Hao... are rare and good actors. It's not that Guan Hu can't afford to offend, but... when he saw the corpse outside, his heart became tense!

Everyone applauded with tired eyes.

"Successful startup!"

"Successful startup!"

"Successful startup!"

Jiang Bei came down from the roof, took the towel handed over by the field manager, and looked at the monitor while his hair was dripping with rain.

"How about the director? Are you satisfied?"

"I can't be more satisfied. The perspective of the group seat is very majestic and tragic. Your eyes are full of drama." Guan Hu looked at Jiangbei appreciatively, "I finally understand why the Beijing circle praises you so much, it's all drama !"

Jiang Bei smiled and said, "It's fine."

"In addition, considering your schedule this month, I will shoot your part as a premise."

After all, Jiang Bei still has "Batman: The Dark Knight", a masterpiece that is destined to overturn the history of movies!

"it is good."

Looking back, Jiang Bei greeted a group of young actors without airs at all, and steadily reaped a wave of goodwill from the circle.

Just as he was about to leave the set, Wei Chen ran over.

"Mr. Jiang...well, I'm interrupting your rest, it's the problem just now..."

Jiang Bei is now clammy and cold, with frizzy hair, and wants to go back to the hotel to take a shower and "[-]", but seeing Wei Chen running to the nanny's car in the rain, he quickly asks Qiao Xinyue to open the door and let him sit in.

"It's okay, you can ask."

One day, Jiang Bei will also become a senior?

Wei Chenrao scratched his head: "Mr. Jiang, how did you manage to... be so confident? You just feel... You have a murderous aura on your body, and you shouted your lines with majestic momentum."

Jiang Bei smiled and hit the nail on the head.

"mood."

"mood?"

"That's right, emotion is the first element for you to enter the play."

This sentence is not Jiangbei's nonsense.

It is a sentence from Professor Zhang Renli, a famous teacher of Nortel. Although it is not from the department of lines, but from the department of directing, this sentence is widely used.

(Ps: Professor Zhang Renli was Jiang Wen's mentor...Unfortunately, he passed away.)

"The emotions are in place, the lines and tone of voice are logical, otherwise, it will be the scene of a car accident."

Wei Chen was puzzled: "How can I get emotional?"

Good guy, you failed your homework in Nortel. This is it.

"Understanding the character's past and present, wearing his shoes, walking the path he walked, eating the hardships he suffered, shedding the tears, sweat and...blood he shed, there is no other way, other than that... .You still need courage."

Only then can there be good actors. For a role, they will not eat, drink, sleep or rest.

Not everyone can be an actor.

"After experiencing this, you have one-third of his experience. You have to know that there is no empathy in this world, so... throw yourself into blood and fire, and temper."

Wei Chen suddenly realized.

"Understood, thank you, Mr. Jiang."

get off.

Jiang Bei returned to the hotel with the script in his hand.

After washing up, lying on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep, my intuition told him... Xie Jinyuan's story is far more than this!

[Ding... Has the host entered the actor's space?yes or no? 】

Jiang Bei turned over and washed his face.

"Yes!"

[Ding... Please be careful with the host, the difficulty rating of this actor's trial: SSS. 】

What the fuck?

SSS!

In an instant, before Jiang Bei could react, his eyes were completely dark.

In the ear, a voice speaking lame Nanpu sounded.

"In the battle of Songhu, the national army fought with 75 troops against 30 Japanese troops for three months, with 30 casualties. In the end...it was completely defeated."

"If a division of the Chinese army is put into the battlefield, half of them will be killed in a few hours, and in one day, the whole army will basically be wiped out."

"On the Yangtze River, there is Neon's Izumo-class fleet. We... are powerless to resist. It is so tragic that we can only choose to scuttle the ship and block it at the mouth of the Yangtze River to try to prevent Neon from entering the Yangtze River."

"Unfortunately, this tactic only blocked it for a few hours."

"On land, we buy obsolete goods from the Eight Kingdoms, hehe...the armored vehicles known as iron-clad meat can't even withstand a round of bombing, it's sad! Alas!"

Hearing the sigh, Jiang Bei's heart palpitated.

"Under the firepower of the neon, we couldn't last a few rounds before we died, and the grassroots of the national army fought bloody battles, and we couldn't change the result at all."

"In order to cooperate with the 88th Division, the pilot Yan Haiwen dived to death and blew up the neon heavy artillery, so he was able to breathe, breathe... many people died, many people..."

"Sihang Warehouse has become our last stronghold."