I really can't act

Chapter 7
What is left of this documentary, the roles of the two, for example, the male protagonist standing on the curb, looking left and right; With a little difficulty, she put herself in.

These are all transitional scenes. Basically, ordinary people who have received training, know not to run outside the camera position, have a good posture, and don't use hands and feet, which can meet the requirements of this level of crew.

It's really not that difficult.

Some don’t even need to cooperate with others, don’t speak lines, just stand up; the 35 yuan throne is used in turn, when Teacher Fang sits down, Teacher Song goes up; when Teacher Song comes down, Teacher Fang goes to the road, The No. 1 lens was shot against the face, and Wang Defa finally couldn't make the pearl dusty. Even though it was a face to be mosaiced, he still took it out of aesthetic needs and tried his best to capture it.

Such a difficult problem should be left to Yang Ma, the editor.

Basically one pass.

Fang Yi's experience value increased by one.

This system may have enabled some kind of cheating intelligent algorithm, such as dividing the experience points according to the difficulty of the scenes. High-quality ones are counted as ten, and low-quality ones are counted as one; face-slapping is obviously an easy mode for Fang Yi.

The questioner Fang Yi is still thinking about Song Yi’s performance just now—according to his reading comprehension, this is a failed performance because the reaction does not match the character setting; but the judge is the director Wang Defa, who has the power to decide. He felt that Fang Yi would not be stupid enough to argue with him if this scene could be made, although, based on Fang Yi's performance today, he could have some say in the filming.

For example, asking for a reshoot, or even more extreme, asking the director why he did it, why he didn't.

In fact, new actors generally cannot argue with the director; as mentioned earlier, actors play the piano, drums, triangles, etc.; the director is the conductor.

Although playing the violin is excellent and can become a pillar to sell tickets, but in terms of its role in the orchestra, it really cannot be compared with a conductor.

Song Yi is very honest, she doesn't even look at the monitor, because some weird directors think that actors are tools, and they have to judge their own performance by watching the monitor, and the tools are not qualified to judge their own performance, as long as the tools are responsible for being obedient. .

This person knows some rules, no wonder he can receive this kind of list.

Fang Yi, who fell into logical reasoning, found that there was still a camera shooting him, and greeted the camera, which made the photographer carrying the camera elated.

Four p.m.The small tent is about to be closed, and the entire crew, including the male and female protagonists, together eight people gathered to take a family portrait.

This is also the norm.Song Yi whispered to Fang Yi.

Yes, this is everywhere, all the time.If I become a conductor in the future, I will never abide by these rules.Get the holiday early, what's the use of messing around with these things.

Fang Yi got a new fishing chair, which was said to be bought near the train station. Eight people closely united in the center of Wang Defa, defending his absolute position, and leaving two spacious seats, which the crew did not communicate with. Silent tacit understanding.

The autumn wind was bleak, and the zipper of Fang Yi's down jacket was pulled up to his nose.

"Teacher Fang, you'd better show your face...it's just for a short while, it's not going to be a problem." Wang Defa said one teacher at a time.

Fang Yi, who is low-key and pragmatic, has to show a full face.

Wang Defa in the middle, Fang Yi on the left, and Song Yi on the right, the three giants gathered at the Beijing Railway Station. In 2009, they took a photo with historical significance and established the post-war international order... Well, such jokes, Or should say less.

After Wang Defa bid farewell to the two leading actors and closed the booth, he boarded the Changan nanny car and looked at the family portrait just now.

By the way, about the newly purchased fishing chair, "Who is that..."

"80 yuan." The photographer said. "Director, my name is He Sheng!"

"what?"

Comrade Wang Defa didn't care about family portraits anymore.His status was challenged, "Why would you buy a chair for 80 yuan? Are the chairs in the capital more expensive?"

"It's really like this... Near the train station, all folding chairs have to increase the price." The photographer named He Sheng said, and gave a director your unearthly eyes.

The poor status of the extra 30 yuan made Wang Defa feel a great pain in his heart. He wanted to take a closer look at the 80 yuan throne under Fang Yi's seat—but he couldn't help but saw that first Unobtrusive Fengshen is handsome.

And his face full of vicissitudes.

I didn't think life was so dark at first, until I saw the real light.

what!Why should I humiliate myself and persuade Teacher Fang to show his face?
Is art cruel to people like this...

"Speed ​​up! There's another order tonight!" Senior brother Wang Defa chose not to watch it because it didn't exist.

The Chang'an car whizzed by from the bus stop.

On the platform, near the bus stop sign, stood two people alone.

Yes, it was Teacher Fang who pulled the zipper of the black down jacket to the nose again, and Teacher Song who finally shivered from the cold after leaving the tent in order to look good. Forty centimeters, such a distance that is neither too far nor too close.

From the very beginning, Fang Yi kept sneaking glances at himself, as if he had something to say.

Song Yi's appearance is also at the first level. It's not that she hasn't experienced it before, but she always hoped that others would not say it, but now she shouted in her heart: speed up!
Speed ​​up now!
Fang Yi also accelerated, he finally couldn't bear it anymore, when the bus to Central Opera stopped, when the two boarded the bus together.

In an empty bus, Song Yi was sitting, but Fang Yi continued to stand. He effortlessly grasped the handrail and walked into her, amidst her beating heartbeat for the first time today.

Seeing that I am too cold, is it time to show the charm of a man?This down jacket, a manly down jacket? !
I really want it, I really want it.

He said, "I've thought about it for a long time, and I still think I should tell you..."

Ahhhhh!
"I think there is something wrong with the part you performed today..." Song Yi's face changed drastically when he said this, Fang Yi noticed this, and continued to say, "Look at you, you also found out that you are indeed with me. The personality does not match..."

But he didn't finish his sentence, because the bus had already reached the next stop, Song Yi jumped out of the seat like a rabbit, and punched the air twice angrily, which made her almost fall, jumped out of the bus, and the two long legs alternated start running.

"How do you..."

Fang Dashen, who was tireless in his pursuit of knowledge, looked puzzled and looked down at Song Yi.

"I'm not going back to school, I'm going home!" Song Yi said.

"Isn't there still class?"

"Escape!" Student Song once again punched the air with a series of punches.

"..." Fang Dashen wanted to say something, but unfortunately, the bus had already driven him away.

"Mr. Song, so my family is in the capital." Fang, who is good at reasoning, came to this conclusion, thinking that he would still study in Central Opera for a few years, and the film and television center in the circle is also in this northern city. The autumn wind is bleak. It really made him feel cold, and by analogy, Fang Yi suddenly had an idea:
"I'll buy a house in the capital earlier. It's so cold, don't come out casually in winter."

The shadow of the bus dissipated at the intersection.

Song Yi kicked over the can, picked it up again after thinking about it, and threw it into the trash can angrily.

"He's going to regret it today, I promise."

(End of this chapter)