I really can't act

Chapter 536 Talking about Ziwei ([-])
Fang Yi in the mud had the same feeling, it was so real.

I used to feel it was true, but today it is especially true. It may be that a play has been played for too long and I can’t tell the reality, or it may be that he himself is deliberately sinking—this is learning from Duan Yihong’s acting skills, and he treats the play as himself The moment has come.

Old Duan was imprisoned in Kuandian for several months, and now he is almost unconscious. When he saw Fang Yi, his face was full of affection, and when he saw Cao Cao in the United States, he wanted to shoot him with a gun.

It is no exaggeration to say that when Fang Yi returned to the hotel, he would trot in the mud in his dreams, surrounded by devastated villages, with only endless fire... exactly the same as now.

Thinking of this, Fang Yi subconsciously glanced back, facing the dark camera, which shocked the cameraman carrying the machine.

——The rehearsals were not like this before, neither faster nor slower.

Fortunately, Fang Yi ran a few steps faster, staggered, and pulled back the time difference by rolling and crawling.

Everyone didn't know that Fang Yi was in a trance, they just thought that he played it temporarily, and this kind of play really felt like a "brainstorm", which actually made the scene more real.

Warrior Wu Qianli was shocked.

There is nothing wrong with an 8-minute long shot.

On this road, flares, film crews, and burning ruins all appeared on the scene according to the scheduled schedule. The big "Yuba" was finally powered on, and the light was shining in an instant, reflecting on the face of "Wu Qianli" that he had finally walked to the center of the fire At this place, the light of the fire danced substantially on his face. It turned out that this was a dead city that had been blown up by the Yankees. Perhaps under the collapsed stones were the remains of his comrades in arms and the remnants of the local people.

He is like a moth rushing to a flame, and also seems to be born with anger. Confusion, solemnity, death will, and grief all seem to emerge on Fang Yi's face. This is not his acting performance. Human beings cannot do such a complicated performance. , but the carefully shaped light and shadow make the audience's emotions at the moment projected in the firelight on Fang Yi's face, which actually projects the emotions in the audience's heart.

This is the top technique used by director Fang Yi, who is good at setting the atmosphere in place.

But, is it because it was shot so well?Guo Fan wondered in front of the monitor, feeling that Fang Yi had been standing there much longer than usual.

Shouldn't this be shouting?This paragraph should be over.

And Fang Yi widened his eyes, what did he see?

Damn it, he saw Tan Ziwei!
I can't wait to rub my eyes, why is Tan Ziwei here?

Old and thin military uniform, Tan Ziwei who is always taciturn, and Tan Ziwei with deep lines on his face, is the unlucky guy who was about to be crushed to death under the broken wall, "plopped" and buried in the stone pile, Stretched out a hand, tried hard to climb out, and the flames were spreading towards him.

Fang Yi almost flew over, desperately moving the stone:
"Old talk?!"

"Old talk!"

Lao Tan held his hand, clenched it with all his strength, and the stones pressing on it gradually decreased. Fang Yilen dragged him out, and then sweating profusely, he fell into the mud and gasped for breath.

"Damn it, it's just a little short!"

Lao Tan may not have much energy, and he didn't talk to him.

Fang Yi continued to pant heavily, and his nose was still a little sore. "Just a little bit, really, just a little bit!"

His brain was shut down, and he could only say this, repeating it four or five times in a row, and finally his mind was a little clearer, and he noticed that Lao Tan hadn't talked to him.

Fang Yi turned his head to look at Lao Tan next to him, and found that he was gone.

He stood up and looked left and right. There was no one around him for talking, only the old man in the hood and thick sweater who was carrying the camera. The appearance of the photographer seemed to have opened a certain valve. Fang Yi looked over the photographer's shoulder and continued to watch. , All people caught the eye: Yang Ma's news column team, Guo Fan on the fishing chair, and the teams around them.

The Central Opera Gang represented by Duan Yihong is currently cheering for Fang Yi.He wasn't wearing a costume, and he didn't have any injuries on his body. Today is Fang Yi's one-man show, and in principle, no second person will appear on the scene.

Guo Fan jumped up and shook his fist violently: "Great, great shot!"

Fang Yi just came back to his senses, he was filming, it was fake.

It seems that he was not in Cheorwon in 1951, but on the set in Kuandian County.

—but what happened just now?Time travel is still my illusion.

What about old talk?
Or maybe the system that I haven't been online for hundreds of chapters is activated passively?It had some influence on this timeline adapted from real character prototypes.

He came to the monitor. This scene showed that Wu Qianli was crushed by the rubble, but Wu Qianli had quick eyesight and quick hands, and was not injured. Instead, he crawled out of the rubble. For the rest of his life, he repeatedly sighed with emotion. "It's just a little short."

It's really a one-man show, there is no talking about Ziwei, only five thousand miles.

Again, no talk about Ziwei.

This section of the screen shows that Fang Yi encountered an unexpected situation where the prop wall collapsed, and gave a temporary hang, and the trick was finally completed.

The dilapidated stone walls used for these props have reached a certain material critical value due to repeated rehearsals, and they just couldn’t hold on at the time of recording and fell down—the stone walls are not thick modern cement, but mud and gravel The mixture, and not very heavy.

There is a joke that says "it's like a broken house, kicked and collapsed", which refers to this kind of rotten house in the agricultural era.

Even so, if it really happened in a certain timeline, a warrior who had no food, no warmth, and reached the limit of his physical strength, might just be buried there.

Guo Fan couldn't wait to kneel down: "This is a show! It's better than the script! Do you know what is a top actor? This is it! Ka, the others were dumbfounded, and then we waited so hard for so long, the equipment brought from the capital, the weather that couldn't be waited for for many days, everything... all the work was in vain, you know? "

"I have to lose face here at CCTV, hey, don't mention it!"

The Central Opera Gang and You Rongyan all came up to shake hands with Fang Yi, to get his favor.

Chen Jianbin is vulgar and generous: "What else can I comment on? Awesome!"

Jin Dongchang thought, "I've been here once before, and I was also good at that time...just not as wonderful as you! Cough cough."

The circle of actors is not too small, not too big, and temporary rescue is an honorable thing that can be brought up in 30 or [-] years.In particular, the people from Central Opera come from theater backgrounds, so they pay more attention to "improvement" than other factions.

Now we all use the machine, which can be recorded ten times and one hundred times, but the accidental one reflects the classical beauty of acting.It doesn't matter if you are a second- or third-rate idol star, if you are an actor, you have to shape this character, so that the marketing account can be used.

Fang Yi has not performed a drama so far, but in fact, actors often choose a touring drama for a period of time when they are studying.It is rumored that senior brother Chen Daoming chose to appear in dramas in a certain year in order to prove his ability on stage, but because he couldn't remember the lines and performed poorly, he just revised the script and installed himself a judge who read the script. You can lower your head and pass through the prop table, and read the lines directly and clearly, saving you the trouble of performing on the spot.

Why do you have to act in a drama even if you cheat, can't you not cheat?

Because he is an acting guy, he has to get all the achievements.

Fang Yi has this kind of experience now, which is undoubtedly no worse than acting in a drama, and it happened in front of the news team of CCTV, which is simply the right time and place.

Jin Dong must be very envious. Pretending to be coercive just happened to happen. If he is boasting, the pretense will not be mellow.

——As a result, Fang Yi was not at all happy that he had given birth to a new anecdote about his acting career. Instead, he went straight to Duan Yihong without waiting for a second, trying to figure out what was going on.

He asked: "Old talk?"

Duan Yihong thought he was playing a role quiz game: "I'm an old man."

"No, you are not always talking."

Duan Yihong insisted: "I'm just talking about it."

Fang Yi asked: "If you are Lao Tan, where is Duan Yihong just now?"

Duan Yihong was stunned by the question, felt a little embarrassed, and admitted after a while: "Duan Yihong is watching your play, well, today I am really not an old talker."

Instead, Fang Yi nodded, and patted Duan Yihong on the shoulder to comfort him: "You are right, I made a mistake, you are just old talk."

Earlier, Duan Yihong said he was "yes", because he played this role, as long as he was on the crew, he would answer yes.

Later he said no, because Fang Yi forcibly found loopholes, the old Duan had to admit that he was the actor Duan Yihong, and he was just playing this role.

When Duan Yihong admitted, Fang Yi, as the director, also figured out that Duan Yihong and the Tan Ziwei he met just now were not the same person, so he encouraged Duan Yihong's enthusiasm as an actor instead.

A few words contain a lot of information.

Reporter Hu Die was very excited, and decided to add more fuel to this matter and write it as the main copy of the report-I don’t understand the Meteorological Bureau or heavy industry, and I don’t write deeply, but Fang Yi and Duan Yihong Although the dialogue is slightly abstract, it is art, isn't it?

(End of this chapter)