Huayu: Reborn in 97, transferring to the Central Academy of Drama's star-studded class

A massive convoy of over a hundred vehicles of all sizes was traveling across the Gobi Desert.

In addition to regular off-road vehicles, there are many heavy trucks used to carry large numbers of horses, as well as large equipment such as large rocker arms, railcars, and generators.

Jiang Lai, Li An, Zhang Ziyi, and a few others sat in the lead SUV.

The vehicle bumped along, and outside the window stretched an endless desert.

"Hey friend, let the car stop for a second, we're here."

The guide, sitting in the passenger seat, spoke with a heavy Xinjiang accent. When Jiang Lai first met the guide, he thought he was an old man, but the man said he was not even forty years old.

It is said that prolonged exposure to strong sunlight and ultraviolet rays can accelerate aging, and this uncle has personally proven that this is true.

Li An picked up the walkie-talkie: "Attention everyone, stop the car."

The convoy stopped, and everyone got out of the cars.

Li An rushed off to direct the staff to set up the scene.

Jiang Lai stepped onto the gravel, and the intense heat of the earth instantly enveloped him, raising goosebumps all over his body.

Zhang Ziyi was still asleep. He closed the car door to prevent the cold air from escaping, turned around, and shielded his eyes to gaze into the distance.

Before me stretched an endless expanse of earthy yellow.

Huge mounds of earth, mixed with wind-eroded rock pillars, rise from the ground, resembling an earthen city, but have been eroded by time into ruins.

Jiang Lai felt only two words: desolate.

Although the temperature was quite high, the sun shone on the vast sandy land, making it seem as if space itself was distorted.

"This place is the Devil City," the tour guide said, lighting a cigarette and walking over to Jiang Lai. He squinted and said, "There's no wind during the day, it's really tough, but when it's dark, the wind howls, ugh! It's terrifying."

Jiang Lai smiled and said with a mischievous grin, "Uncle Hakimi, give me a cigarette."

"Hey! You little rascal, here you go."

Yes, the guide's name is Hakimi, although it's not his real name, but that's what the locals call him. His real name in Muslims is Hakim, which means wise man, because this guide never gets lost here.

When Jiang Lai heard this, he laughed and said, "If you were twenty years from now, just this name would be a hit." Uncle Hakimi said he didn't understand.

"Come on, kid! Come on, get your makeup done!"

The person who shouted was Jiang Zhiqiang, a Hong Konger, who is the producer and small investor of "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon".

What's most remarkable about this person is that he opened up overseas distribution channels for China in the future. He was especially knowledgeable about Hollywood and was hailed as the number one person in China to distribute films overseas. After the millennium, he helped many of Li An's and Zhang Yimou's films to be exported overseas, such as "Hero".

"Alright, Mr. Jiang!"

Jiang Lai responded and ran over. In the past, everyone always called him President Jiang, but now it was his turn to call others that. It was quite interesting.

As he stepped into the makeup cart, the stylist glanced at him.

"Take it off!"

"Huh? Completely naked?"

"Of course."

Jiang Lai stood there stunned, then said hesitantly, "Brother Tian, ​​could you leave me a pair of underwear?"

The stylist, Yip Kam-tin, is quite famous in the industry. He covered his mouth and laughed, "Lai-zai, you're so funny. Of course you have to wear underwear!"

Jiang Lai breathed a sigh of relief and quickly stripped down to his underwear. Ye Jintian raised an eyebrow and said, "Wow, Lai, you've got a super great physique."

"Then those past six months of training haven't been in vain."

Jiang Lai proudly performed bodybuilding exercises on the spot, showing off his biceps.

He originally had a large frame and a good physique. After training, he can now be described as having broad shoulders, a narrow waist, full chest muscles, and well-defined abdominal muscles.

Ye Jintian and Li An had already finalized Luo Xiaohu's makeup and styling, which was mainly red and black. He would wear a red coarse cloth short jacket, paired with a black cloak, red trousers with black stripes and a belt, and black boots with upturned toes. Ye Jintian had specifically designed this look based on the style of nomadic peoples.

When Jiang Lai changed into this outfit, Ye Jintian nodded in satisfaction. The exotic style of the clothing, combined with his powerful muscles, exuded a wild charm.

My hair isn't long enough.

Jiang Lai hadn't cut his hair for half a year for this role, and it had grown to his neck, but Ye Jintian felt it wasn't long enough and didn't have that unruly feel.

So they attached a section of hair to his head, tousled it with their hands until it was all fluffy and messy, and then tied a thin red ribbon around his forehead. That did it.

When Jiang Lai stepped out of the makeup truck, the extras were already dressed, numbering over a hundred, all of whom were locals who could ride horses.

Li An walked over, glanced at Jiang Lai, and then at the more than one hundred extras. In comparison, Jiang Lai looked too clean, showing no signs of having spent a long time working in the Western Regions.

"Jintian, do his makeup, he's too clean," Li An said.

Ye Jintian immediately understood what the other party meant. He pulled Jiang Lai back to the makeup cart, dragged the makeup artist over, and started rubbing various creams and powders on Jiang Lai's face and body.

After finishing his makeup, Jiang Lai looked at himself in the mirror and realized he looked even more like dirt than dirt.

Today's scene is Luo Xiaohu's entrance. Li An leads Jiang Lai and the extras up a sand dune and tells Jiang Lai that in a moment, a crane will bring the camera up from below the dune. Jiang Lai looks down, then raises his knife and shouts, leading his henchmen down the dune.

This amount of content may seem small, but it would be good if we could finish filming it today, because it's a large outdoor shoot with many people and horses, making coordination quite difficult.

Tomorrow, these extras will have to change into Qing Dynasty official robes to film the scene of sending Yu Jiaolong away.

After arranging everyone's positions, Li An ran behind the monitor, looked at the screen, nodded, and picked up the walkie-talkie.

"Lower the rocker arm first, all units are ready."

"Action!"

Jiang Lai, sitting on his horse, suddenly had a brilliant idea and quickly jumped off the horse before the crane could lift it up.

Although Li An was puzzled, he did not call for a stop. He believed that a professional actor would not make such a basic mistake, and perhaps the actor had other ideas.

The camera pans up, first revealing Jiang Lai, then a group of bandits behind him.

The camera continues to zoom out, revealing the distant land, a heavy, desolate yellow-brown. The boundary between heaven and earth is a blurred line, and there isn't a single cloud in the sky; the blue is clear and vast.

Against this backdrop, Jiang Lai lowered his head slightly, but his gaze was disdainful as he looked down. He was facing downwards, but not looking at anything.

It's about watching.

It's a top hunter eyeing its prey.

step.

Two steps.

He took two slow steps forward, each step carrying an almost arrogant composure, as if the entire desert were his territory, his eyes filled with a wild, aggressive gaze.

Li An smiled.

It was the kind of smile you get when you see an actor radiating light. When Jiang Lai came back from the zoo and went to his room to perform, he knew that Luo Xiaohu was alive.

In the shot, Jiang Lai turned around, strode to the front of the horse, reached out with one hand to grab the saddle ring, and instantly mounted the horse with a backflip. The whole action was crisp and clean, simply cool.

He raised his scimitar and shouted, "Kill!"

He charged ahead without looking back at his brothers, because he knew they would follow—that was the king's confidence.

Jiang Zhiqiang took in the entire performance and, after a moment of admiration, said to Li An, "I bet Lai Zai dismounted just now so he could do that somersault back onto the horse. That was really cool."

Li An shook his head and said, "I don't think so. I think it was for the performance of those two steps; that look in his eyes was just too perfect."

"Shall we make a bet?"

"Let's gamble, what are we betting on?"

"A little gambling is harmless fun, how about we bet a hundred dollars?"

OK.

Li An called a halt and summoned Jiang Lai over.

"Xiao Jiang, why did you dismount just now? I think when I was explaining the play to you, I said you should sit on a horse."

Jiang Lai scratched his head. "I just think that flipping himself onto the horse was really cool and suited the role, it would be a shame not to use it."

Li An waved helplessly, telling Jiang Lai to go and rest. Jiang Zhiqiang looked at Li An triumphantly.

"One hundred dollars, don't forget."

"I'll give it to you tonight, you little brat."