Top Chinese celebrity: Debuted from Running Man

Chapter 210 The Seventh Art

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"I just finished showering and am practicing my conversation in front of the mirror in the bathroom. Let's eat tomorrow morning."

Gu Qing replied to the message, "It's hard to digest food at night."

"Just make sure you don't go hungry."

The news about Chen Sicheng is that he is no longer dwelling on it.

But Tong Liya kept nagging, "Little brother, eat less, it won't affect anything."

For this,

Gu Qing replied with a "covered up and sleeping" emoji, indicating "Already asleep, do not disturb."

In my own room,
Seeing Gu Qing's "lying flat" meme, Tong Liya found it novel, but also helpless and funny.

The next morning,

After waking up, Gu Qing got up and began practicing the Five Animal Frolics.

This is also one of the intangible cultural heritages of Huizhou, which he learned from a master craftsman.

After finishing the treatment, I was sweating profusely and extremely hungry.

After taking a shower, Gu felt refreshed and ready to go downstairs to the hotel for dinner.
result,

As soon as I stepped outside, I saw Chen Sicheng yawning as he came out from the door across the street.

"Sicheng, what time did you go to sleep last night? Your dark circles are so heavy."

Gu Qing was surprised.

"It's three or four o'clock, why are you up so early?"

Chen Sicheng put his arm around Gu Qing's shoulder and asked in surprise.

I woke up hungry.

Gu Qing pressed the elevator button, then helplessly rubbed her stomach.

"I offered you something to eat last night but you didn't eat it. Now you know you're hungry, right?"

Chen Sicheng joked with a smile.

Enter the elevator,

Gu Qing asked in confusion, "Brother Sicheng, isn't filming supposed to start tomorrow? Why are you up so early?"

"I have to go and build the set, otherwise how will you guys film?"

At this point, Chen Sicheng's expression turned serious. "Xiao Gu, you don't have many scenes tomorrow, so we won't film the scene where you fail the police academy entrance exam."

We'll reshoot when we get back to China. I originally contacted Dapeng to have him make a cameo appearance as an examiner, but he's currently filming his own drama and doesn't have time right now.

So, you'll have two scenes tomorrow. One is meeting Baoqiang at the airport, and the other is being woken up by your grandmother in your room to explain why you came to Thailand.

'learn. '

Gu Qing nodded.

The two arrived at the hotel's buffet restaurant, which offered Western, Chinese, and local dishes.

The crew members had gotten up early and were having lunch in the restaurant.

Seeing them come in, he greeted them warmly, "Good morning, Brother Chen, Teacher Gu."

Many of these crew members were old buddies that Chen Sicheng had worked with since the last film, and they were very close to each other.

"Good morning, we're all family, just call me Xiao Gu, don't add 'teacher', it makes me seem older than Brother Sicheng."

Gu Qing wouldn't put on airs with them.

"I'll listen to Xiao Gu."

Chen Sicheng's lips twitched up, and he smiled happily.

A group of people enjoying food and drinks together in a harmonious atmosphere.

After eating and drinking enough,
Chen Sicheng pulled out a tissue to wipe his mouth and said, "Xiao Gu, go back and get some rest. I'll take the people to set up the scenery first."

"Brother Sicheng, can I go take a look? I'm so bored staying in the hotel alone, and I can't go out by myself."

Gu Qing applied to join, saying, "It'll be a good opportunity to familiarize myself with the set while we're setting it up."

"That works too, that would be even better."

Chen Sicheng nodded with a smile, "But you have to wear your mask and hat properly, otherwise it will be troublesome if you get stuck in traffic again."

"Okay, wait for me a moment."

Gu Qing turned and left.

As soon as his figure disappeared around the corner leading from the restaurant to the elevator, the atmosphere in the corner of the restaurant, where people were just talking in hushed tones, instantly became lively.

The prop team members, who were packing up their equipment, exchanged glances. Old Zhang, the oldest among them, spoke first, his voice carrying the straightforwardness of a northern man:

"Brother Chen, you've really struck gold this time!"

He gestured with his lip in the direction Gu Qing had left, "That young Gu, tsk, he's really something! Unlike those... cough,"

He lowered his voice, but the emotion in his tone was unmistakable. "You have no idea, just last month I was in Hengdian, and there was this artist who had just gained some fame. He was so arrogant. If his assistant was even half a second late in handing him water, he would pull a long face."

"Those of us who do the hard labor, they don't even bat an eye at us."

"That's right. I used to work on a big film crew. The artist seemed quite friendly to outsiders, but in reality, he wouldn't even acknowledge you when he spoke. As for getting an autograph, forget about it."

"Unlike Xiao Gu, who not only signed it readily but also wrote a special blessing, which made my child so excited that he couldn't wait to go back to China so he could get the autograph."

"These days, let alone top stars, even those who are only third-tier celebrities, get an autograph like it's a favor, or their agents have to block it, it's so annoying."

Everyone chimed in with their own comments, all about trivial matters.

There was no deliberate attempt to please, only natural respect and integration.

This resonated deeply with these seasoned veterans who were accustomed to the dynamics of film crews and knew their ups and downs. Chen Sicheng glanced at the group of old buddies who had been with him through thick and thin, and said with a smile, "Don't you know whose eye this is?"

After Gu Qing put on a mask and hat, arrived downstairs at the hotel, and got into a car to leave.

We arrived at a dilapidated house nearby.

This was rented by Chen Sicheng at a very cheap price.

"Bring my detective books over and put them on these bookshelves."

Chen Sicheng switched into work mode and began giving serious instructions, "This is Xiao Gu's room, so don't you dare slack off."

"Brother Chen, don't worry, I guarantee there won't be the slightest mistake."

"We might cheat you, but we can't cheat Xiao Gu."

Everyone was highly enthusiastic and worked with great efficiency.

Criminal Psychology, Confessions, Sherlock Holmes, Ten Deadly Sins, Day and Night...

Gu Qing read the title on the spine of the book, her eyes showing surprise.

"Brother Sicheng."

Gu Qing picked up a thick book titled "Crime Scene Investigation Techniques" and flipped through the detailed pictures and annotations inside. "You haven't read all of these books, have you?"

He found it hard to imagine that a director would go through so many professional or hardcore books just for a prop bookshelf in the background of a character.

Chen Sicheng was carefully taking out a classic poster of Sherlock Holmes smoking a pipe from another package. The poster was clearly showing signs of age and had slightly curled edges.

Hearing this,

He looked up, a matter-of-fact expression on his face. "I've read most of them, or at least carefully read the key chapters."

I spent almost two years polishing the script for "Tang Dynasty People." How could I dare to make a detective movie if I didn't understand the ins and outs of detective novels?

As he spoke, he carefully smoothed out the wrinkles on the poster and directed a staff member, "Come on, put it here, yes, on the wall diagonally above the desk. It needs to be eye-catching, but not too deliberate."

The staff skillfully applied glue and carefully pasted the retro-style poster.

In an instant, this space, which was originally just a corner of a dilapidated rental room, seemed to be infused with a soul because of this poster and the stacks of books.

Just one glance at this room reveals a unique aura belonging to "mystery fanatics"—a chaotic yet obsessive sense of order.

"How exactly was this concept conceived?"

Gu Qing was amazed.

He finally understood why some viewers in his previous life called Chen Sicheng a genius commercial director.

This is not just a set design; it's more like Chen Sicheng personally building the spiritual world of a character.

The placement of each book—thick legal texts, bizarre crime chronicles, classic detective novels—seems to reflect Chen Sicheng's careful consideration.

The camera uses visual language to convey information to the audience, rather than relying on dialogue between characters to introduce the message.

"Xiao Gu, do you know why film is called the seventh art?"

The adoration in the boy's eyes gave Chen Sicheng a sense of joy, like he was performing a miracle in front of others.

"I don't know," Gu Qing shook her head truthfully.

"Film is a comprehensive art that includes the art of stillness and the art of movement, the art of time and the art of space, the art of form and the art of rhythm."

Chen Sicheng made no attempt to hide his confidence, saying, "At my current level, I've only mastered the concepts of stillness and movement, but that's enough to beat a lot of useless directors."

"The display of these book posters is the art of 'stillness.' I don't need to say anything; just a single shot..."

It allows attentive viewers to glean key information about upcoming characters from the quickly scrolling book titles.

Chen Sicheng patiently explained to him, "The reason your dynamic character appears in this shot is to blur the concept of 'stillness' and design a hidden foreshadowing."

Viewers who can immediately unravel the foreshadowing will experience a sense of pleasure, feeling clever; those who overlook it will find the story layered and engaging as it unfolds later.

“I understand now. No wonder some people say that every frame in a movie is not useless information.”

Gu Qing nodded in sudden realization.

"No, this only applies to the films of masters; many film shots nowadays are just nonsense."

Chen Sicheng said with disdain.

"Okay, take a look around first, and ask me if you don't understand anything."

Chen Sicheng focused on his work.

He turned to other areas: "Lighting team, pay attention, Qin Feng's desk lamp is the key light source. It should be an old-fashioned model with a slightly dim but focused light to highlight his concentration when he's staying up late to study documents..."

"The props team, those scratch papers, maps, and that old magnifying glass on the table, if they were arranged a little more haphazardly, like he'd just tossed them aside..."

The entire morning was spent setting up a single shot.

Chen Sicheng has very strict requirements; if there is even the slightest flaw in something he considers to be, it must be rectified immediately.

Four hours passed, and the sun was blazing hot.
By noon, the group was aching all over and decided to go back to the hotel for lunch and rest.

Chen Sicheng looked around and found Gu Qing leaning against the bookshelf, looking down at a novel called "Ten Deadly Sins".

"Whoa whoa whoa~"

It turns a page almost every ten seconds, which is extremely fast.

Chen Sicheng walked over, both amused and exasperated, and teased, "Little Gu, you got so into character that you even learned Qin Feng's [Photographic Memory], didn't you?"

The so-called "photographic memory",
That's the ability he designed for Qin Feng.

This skill is the ability to store everything you see in your mind as images, and then retrieve them when needed.

In other words, it means 'photographic memory'.

Hearing Chen Sicheng's joke,
Gu Qing gently folded the corner of the page and closed the book.
She smiled slightly at Chen Sicheng and said, "I have learned it."

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(P.S.: After the meeting, there's more.)
(End of this chapter)