Seeking good fortune and avoiding misfortune, I became a legend in the entertainment industry by avo

Chapter 192 Situational Experience Method

Director Wang was stunned for a moment.

It was as if they hadn't heard clearly, or as if they had heard clearly but couldn't believe it.

He turned to look at Zhang Yimou, whose eyes were still fixed on the monitor and not looking at him, but the word "passed" did indeed come from his mouth.

Even if a film is very well shot in the past, Director Zhang is used to making sure it's a single take.

This time it went through in one take?

Director Wang took a deep breath, raised the microphone, and his voice was filled with barely suppressed excitement: "Pass! First take—pass!"

There was a moment of silence on the set.

It lasted only a few seconds, but everyone could hear their own heartbeats.

Then, cheers erupted simultaneously from all corners.

"Passed, passed in one take."

"good----"

"pretty!

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The staff members jumped out from the corner and clapped at each other.

The sound engineer took off his headphones, hung them around his neck, and patted the script supervisor on the shoulder forcefully: "One take, and our film is going to run smoothly."

"It'll be smooth sailing, it'll definitely be smooth sailing!" The script supervisor smiled so hard his eyes narrowed into slits.

The staff were still cheering, but the dozen or so people standing in the ruins did not move.

Upon hearing this, Huang Haibo straightened up, planted the rifle on the ground, and rested his hands on the butt of the rifle.

He saw Zhang Qilin standing in the middle of the ruins, with his back to him.

Huang Haibo cleared his throat: "————Qi Lin."

Zhang Qilin did not turn around.

Huang Haibo called out again, "Instructor Li."

This time, Zhang Qilin made a move.

He tilted his head slightly, a very small movement, but Huang Haibo noticed it.

That turn of the head wasn't a glance at someone; it was the kind of "I heard you, you say it" response from a superior to a subordinate.

He wanted to say you acted very well or thank you.

But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't say the words.

His last words were simply, "It's alright now."

Zhang Qilin nodded.

Huang Haibo looked at his retreating figure and suddenly smiled.

Gao Hu emerged from behind the ruins on the flank, taking off his helmet as he went.

He tucked his helmet under his arm, wiped the dust off his face with his sleeve, walked over to Huang Haibo, and stood still.

Neither of them spoke; they just stood there, watching Zhang Qilin's back.

After a while, Gao Hu spoke, his voice very low, so low that only Huang Haibo could hear him: "Brother Bo."

"Um.

""

"I just—forgot I was acting."

Huang Haibo turned his head and glanced at Gao Hu.

Gao Hu's face was covered in ash, but Huang Haibo understood what was in his eyes.

That means I almost couldn't tell the difference between the play and reality just now.

"—Me too," Huang Haibo said.

Nie Yuan stood up from behind the low wall. His legs were a little numb from squatting for so long. He stood for a while, holding onto the wall, until the blood flowed back to his feet before slowly walking over.

His rifle was still slung over his shoulder, the butt hitting his belt with a dull thud.

He walked up to Huang Haibo, stopped, and took off his helmet.

"Brother Bo," Nie Yuan's voice was a little hoarse, "that glance he gave us just now—"

He didn't finish speaking.

But Huang Haibo knew what he wanted to say.

That glance contained apology, resolve, and so much more—

Huang Haibo gave a wry smile: "He wasn't looking at us—"

Nie Yuan nodded and said nothing more.

Qin Hao walked over from the other side of the ruins.

He walked up to the group of people without saying a word.

He wasn't a talkative person to begin with, and now he was even more at a loss for words.

He just stood there, holding the prop rifle in his hand.

"Teachers," Director Wang walked over and clapped his hands, "we'll add a shot of students running past you. Watch them run, and after we're done filming, we'll move on to the next scene."

He spoke in a relaxed tone, and the staff around him also relaxed. They passed on the first take, which was a good sign.

The subsequent filming was simple, taking only a few minutes.

Zhang Qilin nodded, turned around, and walked back to his seat.

Huang Haibo and more than a dozen other actors who played soldiers in the training corps also returned to their original positions.

Their gear, from the first take to now, has only been filmed for a little over ten minutes, and the weight of over forty pounds in it is not easy.

"Female students, get ready!" Director Wang raised the megaphone. "On your marks!"

Not far away, a dozen girls dressed in dark blue school uniforms had already taken their positions.

They were all very excited.

As Zhang Yimou announced the start, Director Wang made a gesture, and the girls ran past the camera.

They ran very hard, some of them stumbled and almost fell.

But Huang Haibo frowned as he watched them run over.

Behind the monitor, Zhang Yi frowned slightly.

The girls ran past the dozen or so people and reached the designated finish line.

Some people laughed out loud, some covered their mouths and chuckled, and some winked at the people next to them while straightening their clothes that had gone askew.

Huang Haibo understood.

That's where things go wrong.

The fear of surviving the disaster turned into excitement for a spring outing on their faces.

They weren't fleeing from the Japanese army's pursuit; they just thought filming was fun.

"Stop!" Director Wang shouted, trying to make his voice sound gentle. "Children, you are running for your lives. Japanese soldiers are chasing you. You need to be afraid, terrified, not laughing and joking, understand?"

The girls nodded.

"One more."

Article 2, Article 3, Article 4 —

There's a problem every time.

Either this person laughed, or that person's expression wasn't quite right.

The staff, who were initially happy because of the auspicious start, found the atmosphere on set growing increasingly tense with each retake.

Everyone could sense that Zhang Yimou's patience was gradually wearing thin.

His patience was wearing thin, but he couldn't afford to lose his temper.

These children are too young to be scolded; you can only reason with them repeatedly.

Huang Haibo's shoulder, which was supporting the machine gun, was already aching unbearably, and sweat was streaming down his face.

Nie Yuan knelt behind the low wall, his left leg starting to go numb. He secretly moved his ankle a little, then quickly returned to his original position.

Gao Hu's throat moved, and he swallowed a little saliva.

They haven't had a drop of water since this morning.

"Stop," Director Wang's voice was already a little hoarse, "Let's rest for ten minutes first. Kids, come over here, and I'll talk to you about the play again."

However, when filming resumed, the problems persisted.

Fear cannot be acted out through imagination.

These children live in a peaceful era, and their biggest worries might be too much homework or their parents not letting them go out to play.

They can understand the concept of escaping for their lives, but they cannot truly comprehend the despair of being on the verge of death.

Zhang Yi stood up from behind the monitor and walked over.

He walked up to the girls, his expression serious but his tone relatively gentle: "I saw on camera that 70-80% of you were laughing. Although some weren't laughing, they all seemed to find it funny. It got much better in the later takes, but—"

Looking at the children in front of him, Zhang Yimou couldn't find the rest of his words, so he could only continue to praise them.

Then, through the storyline, he guides the children to express the scenes he wants to depict.

After explaining, Zhang said to the girls, "Let's do it again. Remember, don't laugh, don't think it's funny, you're running for your lives."

The girls ran again.

This time, it's even worse.

Perhaps because Director Zhang personally provided guidance, they were under too much pressure, their running became stiff, and their expressions became exaggerated, making them look even more fake.

"Stop," Director Wang said, his voice tinged with helplessness.

It's not a technical problem, it's an emotional one.

Those children tried their best, but there was no real fear in their eyes.

After a moment of silence, Zhang Yimou said to Director Wang, "Everyone, take a ten-minute break."

Director Wang relayed the message.

Zhang Qilin and the others sat down to rest. Huang Haibo wiped the sweat from his face and said to Nie Yuan next to him with a wry smile, "This outfit is too tiring, and the girl's scene is stuck here."

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Nie Yuan stretched his stiff neck and sighed, "Yes, I can understand them. They haven't experienced life-or-death situations, so it's really hard to grasp the situation. But if we keep filming it poorly, it won't work either."

The others nodded in agreement.

They also wanted to end this as soon as possible, but the children were too young, and they couldn't understand the way the adults acted.

Just as everyone was worrying, Zhang Qilin stood up and walked over to the girls who were sitting together resting.

Zhang Qilin walked up to the girls, gun in hand.

The girls, who had been chatting and laughing quietly, immediately fell silent when they saw him approaching.

Their eyes held a mixture of curiosity and nervousness.

They were afraid of him, or rather, they were afraid of the imposing aura emanating from Instructor Li.

Zhang Qilin sat down on the ground in front of them and placed the gun on his lap.

"Are you tired?" Zhang Qilin asked.

The girls paused for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

"We're tired too," Zhang Qilin smiled. "This gear weighs over 40 kilograms."

"I saw you running just now," Zhang Qilin continued, "You ran very hard and very seriously, but you weren't running for your lives."

The girls looked up at him, their eyes filled with confusion.

"The Beijing People's Art Theatre has a situational experience method," Zhang Qilin said, trying to sound gentle, "which is to really put you into that situation, even if it's only for a few minutes."

He looked around and saw a pile of prop boxes not far away.

"Don't think about filming. Just treat this as a game, and I'll play along."

The girls' eyes lit up.

They understand games.

"The rules of the game are very simple," Zhang Qilin said. "You are still female students, and I am still a soldier."

He walked behind the pile of prop boxes and beckoned to the girls: "Come here, hide here."

The girls looked at each other, but still obediently went over and squatted down behind the prop box.

The boxes were very tall; once you crouched down, you could barely see them from the front.

"Now," Zhang Qilin said, his back to them, his voice low, "you all squat down, don't make a sound, don't move. Imagine it's nighttime, and there are Japanese soldiers all outside. You're hiding in this corner, and you have to be careful even when you breathe."

He spoke slowly, with a hypnotic rhythm: "You can hear your own heartbeats, you can hear the distant gunshots outside, you can smell the smoke of gunpowder. You are cold, hungry, and afraid—"

The girls squatted there, initially exchanging winks and glances.

As Zhang Qilin's immersive voice continued to describe the scene, they gradually quieted down.

"You're homesick—you don't know if you'll live to see dawn. You can only squat here and hope those soldiers never find this place."

"But," Zhang Qilin's voice suddenly turned cold, "you heard footsteps, getting closer and closer—"

""

The girls held their breath.

"They're right outside. They could come around and find you at any moment. You're terrified, but you dare not move—"

Zhang Qilin looked at Director Wang and made a preparation gesture to him.

Director Wang looked at Zhang Yimou.

Zhang Yi nodded, and Director Wang instructed the staff to quietly prepare for filming.

The photography crew quietly adjusted their camera positions.