HuaYu: A Great Director Starting with Dream of the Red Chamber

The past two years have been the best for Zhuozhou Film and Television City.

Of the four great classical novels, only Dream of the Red Chamber was not filmed here.

There are also movies, such as *Red Cliff*, *Guan Yun Chang*, and *The Assassins*...

Each one of them is a big-budget production costing over 100 million.

Jing Tian's "The Great Biography of Sun Tzu" costs 50 million, barely enough to be considered a decent meal.

However, I don't know if there's some kind of superstition about this place, but its reputation is terrible.

The day after filming wrapped on "The Tuner".

Li Yan got up very early and drove his senior brother's old BMW here.

There was no rush to edit. That kind of work is incredibly demanding; once you get into it, you're guaranteed to be working day and night without a care in the world.

So he needs to change his mindset first.

According to the principle of reciprocity, he should also visit Yang Mi's place.

Yes, he's the master of impartiality...

As a result, Li Yan glanced at the notice sent by Yang Mi and immediately gave up the idea.

Good guy!

This woman, with Canon, the Four Little Actresses, and "Chinese Paladin 3" all together, is currently experiencing a surge in popularity. She seems to be flying to three different places every day, either for promotions or to endorse events.

Being a celebrity is a job that not everyone can do; it's too tiring!

It's no wonder that the audience disliked those later, less-than-ideal celebrities.

They can't even match the courage and fighting spirit of others, so it's no wonder they can only live in their own little world and exploit their fans.

Li Yan figured that if he went to Yang Mi's place at this time, he would most likely either watch her do her makeup backstage or be dragged into doing her work. He wasn't prepared to suffer that kind of ordeal.

In contrast, Jing Tian, ​​who is still imprisoned in Zhuozhou Film and Television City and has become a real "prison scene", clearly needs more humanistic care.

……

Li Yan arrived in Zhuozhou in less than two hours by car.

Even before joining the crew, you could see a grand scene of flags waving from a great distance.

These days, period dramas are just a "money-burning" affair.

The ground was covered in yellow dust, and hundreds of extras were squatting by the roadside chatting. You could smell horse manure from a distance.

Li Yan followed his assistant who came out to greet him, and as they walked inside, he kept marveling at the sights.

No wonder everyone misses the coal bosses; how much money did these bastards swindle from them?!

The film crew looked impressive, but everything was a complete mess.

To put it bluntly, if coal mine owners simply send their dispatch directors over, they can save the investors a considerable amount of money just by improving efficiency.

We finally made it into the filming area.

From afar, one could see Jing Tian hanging at the foot of the city wall.

She was wearing a heavy Warring States period robe, her hair was combed high, her face was covered in grime, and she was sitting there being scolded with a wronged expression.

Not far from her, Zhang Fengyi, this handsome old man, was dressed in full armor. Apart from his somewhat serious expression, he didn't seem impatient at all.

His acting is indeed excellent; he exudes an aura of authority just by standing there.

I vaguely remember hearing somewhere that he was a gay man, but I don't know if it's true or not.

It's also possible that his unfortunate ex-wife and her remarried husband are deliberately smearing him.

At least Li Yan didn't think so.

"Click! Click! Click!"

Director Liu Xingang rolled the script into a tube and banged it on the table.

"Jing Tian, ​​what I need is indignation! What kind of expression is that? Did someone steal your candy?! Be magnanimous! Don't you understand magnanimity?!"

Jing Tian stood there, at a loss for what to do.

The more anxious I became, the more flustered I got, and the more flustered I got, the more anxious I became, and my eyes started to turn red.

Even Zhang Fengyi, who acted alongside her, almost blurted out, "This child is hopeless"...

"Ten-minute break! Time to touch up my makeup."

Liu Xingang angrily threw down the walkie-talkie.

Jing Tian felt as if she had been granted a pardon, and was so frustrated that she wanted to cry.

As soon as she turned around, she looked around until she saw Li Yan standing outside the crowd carrying a milk tea.

"Li Yan!"

She lifted her skirt, disregarding all decorum, and ran over as if she were seeing a family member.

With a pout, she complained pitifully:

"Why are you so late... I'm going to get yelled at!"

"Teacher Zhang is too scary. I don't understand what the director is saying. What's with all this talk about being magnanimous? How am I not magnanimous?"

Li Yan handed her the milk tea with the straw inserted, and casually tidied her messy hair:

"Have something sweet to calm your nerves first."

Jing Tian took a deep breath, as if she had a grudge against him.

Li Yan glanced at the chaotic production crew and lowered his voice:

"Didn't I tell you before, it's not your fault! It's all the truck's fault for hauling potatoes..."

Jing Tian was amused by his winking and grimacing, and burst into laughter through her tears, playfully punching him:

"What can I do? I still have to take the photos. If I still can't pass the test, I'll feel like I'm completely useless."

"If you do this..."

Li Yan pulled her aside, away from the crowd:

"Don't think about emotions, you can't act that out yet."

"Try a different approach. In a moment, don't look into Zhang Fengyi's eyes, look at the space between his eyebrows."

"Then, before you say your lines, exhale completely from your lungs and hold it!"

"Only when you've held your breath until your chest feels tight, your head feels dizzy, and you need to gasp for air should you speak your lines!"

Jing Tian looked bewildered. "Holding your breath? Does it even work?"

"It works," Li Yan nodded confidently.

"Suffocation is somewhat similar to the physiological characteristics of sadness and despair. Try it in a bit and see."

Although he made his name in his previous life by training actors through a system, all those years in Hollywood weren't for nothing.

Even if the system crashes now, that thing can be simplified into a methodological approach to physiological stimulation, which is enough to cure Jing Tian's lack of acting skills.

"All departments, take your positions! One more take!" the director announced over the loudspeaker.

Jing Tian took a deep breath, glanced at Li Yan, and secretly cheered herself up.

In front of the camera.

Following what she had just learned, Jing Tian stared at Zhang Fengyi's brow, secretly exhaled completely, and held her breath.

After a while, I felt chest tightness, panic, and a rapid heartbeat, which suddenly struck me in an instant.

His body began to tremble, his face turned pale, and even his eyes began to glaze over.

Only then did she open her mouth: "Sir..."

That feeling of "nothing is more sorrowful than a broken heart" suddenly came over me.

Zhang Fengyi, who was on the other side, was stunned for a moment.

Have you finally figured it out?

He reacted quickly, immediately picking up where he left off, his sharp expression softening...

"Okay! Pass!"

Liu Xingang roared, "That's good! That's right!"

Jing Tian was panting heavily, and Zhang Fengyi reached out to support her, giving her a smile.

"Not bad, you've improved, but you still need to be pushed a bit."

Jing Tian turned to look at Li Yan in the corner.

Li Yan leaned against the equipment box and raised an eyebrow at her. This girl was quite ruthless to herself.

……

At lunchtime, Jing Tian insisted on dragging Li Yan out for a better meal.

To put it bluntly, it's just that they feel like they've become capable again.

Having no other option, Li Yan drove straight into the city.

Jing Tian had a great day filming and was in a great mood, waving her hand with boundless enthusiasm:

"Where should we eat? How about a big meal? My treat!"

Li Yan ignored her, looked around, and finally parked the car in front of a small restaurant.

"Why bother with a fancy meal? We're already here, what else would you like to eat besides donkey meat sandwiches!"