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Chapter 238: The eccentrics of Beijing Film Academy’s acting department are not just Crouching Drago

Chapter 238: The eccentrics of Beijing Film Academy’s acting department are not just Crouching Dragon and Phoenix

The set is particularly lively today.

The soldiers arrived early, lined up and changed their uniforms.

The makeup assistant was busy all the time. Normally, a film crew's costume and makeup team would have about 4 to 30 people, but Zhen Jiecheng's team clearly exceeded the limit.

The team leader took a look:
Isn’t this the entire situation on the battlefield?

You’ve never been to a real battlefield, but have you never participated in an exercise?

"Don't bother! We'll do the makeup ourselves for the rest except for the 'injured soldier'!"

After a while, several commands were heard coming from an open space not far away.

"Everyone has it!"

"Subject, crawl low."

"Lie down!"

"Subject: High Prostrate."

"Subject: Sideways crawling."

The makeup assistant was dumbfounded. Wow, did he complete the training while doing it?

You know what, the makeup effect is awesome!

Zhen Jiecheng watched from a distance and waved to his assistant.

"Director Zhen, do you have any instructions?"

"I was so busy yesterday that I forgot to tell you. Order a double portion of lunch boxes. Our soldiers have good appetites and can eat a lot!"

"In addition, we'll roast a whole lamb today, roast a suckling pig tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow. It's up to you to decide. Anyway, we'll have to prepare some delicious dishes every day."

"We can only shoot for a short while each day, and the rest of the time is spent on rehearsals. It's completely different from a normal crew, so eating and drinking won't interfere with our work."

"Okay, Director Zhen, I'll arrange it right away." The assistant nodded and left quickly.

Looking at the assistant's back, Zhen Jiecheng smacked his lips.

"Tsk tsk tsk, this is such a great way to spend the money!"

Zhen Jiecheng once again deeply felt the atmosphere of preparation for the Olympic opening ceremony.

When the "stage" actors are the soldiers, the experience of having the orders strictly followed makes people feel clear and comfortable from the bottom of their hearts!
The battlefield was quickly arranged and the explosives were buried under the careful guidance of professionals.

In a corner of the set, Fu Dalong, who came to make a guest appearance, had obviously studied the script many times, but at this moment he was still chewing on his lines.

Seeing Zhen Jiecheng coming over, he immediately stood up.
"Director Zhen!"

"The filming hasn't started yet, why call him director?" Zhen Jiecheng smiled and patted Fu Dalong's shoulder.

"We've already entered the set. Preparation is also part of filming." Fu Dalong shook his head, then took out the script and pointed to a line. "Director Zhen, what do you want to hear about this line?"

"Sense of layers!" Zhen Jiecheng replied.

"Shame on you, shame on you!"

It seems to be a synonym, but Fu Dalong frowned when he heard it, and figured out a different meaning.

"Transition to anger, shame and anger!"

"Anger because of shame!"

"Rage at incompetence!"

"After extreme anger comes numbness, and in numbness there is confusion, reflection, and struggle."

"Finally, let go. Use the lightest tone to carry the heaviest weight. The calmer it is, the more determined it is."

The lines that Fu Dalong refers to are the symbolic image of General Zhang Zizhong, but it is more than just Zhang Zizhong.

Rather, they are all the martyrs who suffered defeat in the early and middle stages of the 14-year war of resistance, who felt deeply guilty about their country, their nation, and their own military identities, and who finally died bravely!
Watching Fu Dalong fall into deep thought, Zhen Jiecheng had a rare different opinion about the "Northern content" that he used to label himself.

Yes, that’s right, Fu Dalong is from Beijing Film Academy!

In the 94 class of the Acting Department, there was a classmate who was more favored by Qiong Yao than Qin Lan, and was Aunt Qiong’s favorite: Jiang Qinqin.

Chen Zihan, who looks very similar to Dabai, Jin Qiaoqiao, the Peacock Princess in "Journey to the West Sequel", and Chen Chuang, who played "Fugui" and "Xiaotian Dog".

Fu Dalong, on the other hand, graduated with the undisputed first place in total score. He was a legitimate Beijing Film Academy student, but he betrayed the glorious tradition of the acting department of the Beijing Film Academy and lived a life that even the Central Academy of Drama next door admired.

In the future, as a Mesozoic actor, he is always compared with the older generation of actors by netizens.

It's just that putting him in the middle generation is a bit of an insult. You can't describe Fu Dalong's ability by saying "his acting is better than Lu Yi, who is the same age as him"? That would be a bit of an insult.

The one being slandered was not Lu Yi, but Fu Dalong.

Even though Lu Yi is not that bad, and although "Hou Liangping" was scolded harshly, he still has some abilities.

"Oh! What a rare oddity in the acting department!" Zhen Jiecheng sighed.

"Senior!" Jing Tian's clear voice rang in my ears.

Hear the sound and go,

Well! Here comes another wonderful performer!
It's just between the weird and the weird.
Inexplicably, a picture popped up in Zhen Jiecheng's mind:
Xiao Si: I am a best-selling author! Han Han: Me too.

Xiao Si: I write lyrics for songs! Han Han: Me too.

Xiao Si: I wrote and directed it myself! Han Han: Me too!
"Senior, the set has been almost set up. Do you want to go and take a look?" Jing Tian came trotting over, panting, with a blush on her cheeks.

All of a sudden, the image in Zhen Jiecheng's mind was wiped out.

What the hell is Xiao Si? How can he be compared with my cute and well-behaved Da Tiantian?

Does he deserve it? He~tui!

I touched the girl's head lovingly and found it quite nice, so I rubbed it a few more times.

"Haha, Tiantian. Now I understand why Old Bao always likes to touch your head."

"Senior!!!" Jing Tian stomped her feet, "You messed up my hair~"

"Bullshit! I'm just helping you fix your hair!"

He put his arm around Jing Tian's shoulder and strode towards the set, with the assistant that Lu Zheng had specially arranged for Jing Tian looking at him as if he hadn't seen anything and not caring at all.

"All units, get ready, action!" After giving the command, Bao Dexi followed steadily, holding the camera.

There are still broken walls and the smoke of gunpowder has not yet dissipated.

The potholes left by the shells were filled with muddy water and corpses were everywhere.

Deng Chao and Ma Yuan are hunched over, no longer the "lazy" ones they once were. After experiencing the cruelty of the battlefield and the sacrifice of their comrades, they seem to have awakened the blood of their elders who had served in the army and served their country, and they follow the old squad leader and move forward firmly.

But no matter how determined they were, after witnessing the tragic plight of their compatriots left by the wreaking havoc of the Japanese pirates, the two of them still became furious!

Cry, easy!
The big angel baby showed up to tell his story, and he dropped the little golden beans so generously.

But “red eyes”, these three simple words in the script, are not simple at all!
Anger, pain, sorrow... all these complex and extremely strong emotions are suppressed and restrained, condensed in the word "red" and displayed dynamically.

Ma Yuan spent several months at the National Theatre of China for this role, and Deng Chao practiced it countless times in private.

Zhen Jiecheng looked at the monitor and clenched the loud speaker slightly.
“It can be better.”

"Forget it, it's just enough to get by!"

There is a difference between barely and barely.

For example, damn Zhou Jie Lun!

After Zhen Jiecheng complained a few words about a certain Sanshierlang who was swivel-chairing and saying “Oh, not bad”, he immediately focused his attention back on the long shot of the monitor.

"Captain Zhang"

When he saw the trenches were filled with corpses and only a few people were left, Deng Chao's voice became hoarse.

"The commander ordered us to retreat."

"Retreat?" Fu Dalong was stunned.

"Well, retreat. We can't hold on any longer! We have to leave!"

Hearing this, Fu Dalong looked at the dead body of his comrade beside him, then looked at his injured leg, fumbled out a letter from his pocket and handed it to his brother.

"I'm not leaving."

"No! We can't leave you here. I'll carry you on my back!"

As he said that, he stood up and was about to extend his hand, but was pushed away by Fu Dalong.

He propped up his body, held his head up, and stared with his eyes.

Like a raging bull.

"I failed to defend Chengde, so I'm leaving!" He squeezed his vocal cords and spoke each word clearly.

"I failed to defend Tianjin, so I'm leaving!" He raised his voice and breathed heavily.

"Beijing is not safe, I'm leaving!" The angry voice, broken voice, and trembling voice were condensed in a short roar. His eyes were red, but there were no tears. The result of Ma Yuan's long-term efforts was easily taken by this senior from the 94th grade.

"Since North China could not be defended, I left!" His tone dropped and his anger receded.

He seemed to be recalling something, his pupils were slightly dilated.

Finally, he let out a long sigh and slowly leaned against the wall of the trench.

I closed my eyes and my breathing began to even out.

He opened his eyes and his expression became calm.

An explosion sounded, and rocks and dirt rolled down from overhead. However, Fu Dalong remained expressionless, and just brushed off the dirt on his body.

Zhen Jiecheng frowned when he saw this.

This was not part of the previous rehearsal and was obviously a temporary design by Fu Dalong.

The action was as casual as dusting off in daily life, but it happened on the battlefield!
This contrast just meets Zhen Jiecheng's requirement of "the more ordinary, the more determined".

What a good actor!

The old saying is so true, who doesn’t eat dumplings during Chinese New Year?
Damn Beijing Film Academy's Performance Department, there are also some that aren't damn good!
Zhen Jiecheng was delighted and stared at the monitor.

In the picture, Fu Dalong said calmly:
"I'm not leaving today."

Fu Dalong's wonderful performance is over, but Bao Dexi's work is not finished yet.

A journey of a hundred miles begins with a single step. It is rare that there were no mistakes throughout the entire process. If this long shot is ruined and has to be re-shot because of hand shaking, will I still be able to save my face?
What does Jiecheng think of me?

How does Tiantian see me?

Most importantly, what does that damn Li Pingbin think of me?

Bao Dexi controlled his breathing rate and suppressed his emotional fluctuations.

If your mind is steady, your hands will be steady.

He was very careful throughout the whole process, until the end of the long shot, when he used his gun-swinging technique with great ease!
A panning shot with obvious motion blur appears immediately, paving the way for the next long shot, and then the camera immediately looks in the direction of the monitor.

"Pass!"

"Hahaha! Old Bao, great photo!"

Zhen Jiecheng gave a thumbs up.

"Dalong, you acted well!"

"It brings honor to our Beijing Film Academy!"

Seeing someone's shameless appearance of being rude at first but flattering later, Bao Dexi, who was already used to it, curled his lips and spat.

Soon, Jing Tian came jogging over.

"Teacher, thank you for your hard work~"

As he spoke, he massaged Bao Dexi's arm.

Looking at his beloved disciple, Bao Dexi finally grinned.

He winked at Li Pingbin complacently, as if to say:

Look, my apprentice!
What about you?