Rebirth 02, the Celestial Being Told Me to Stop Pretending

Thanks to the generous North Emperor Xiao Luo for the monthly ticket, and thanks to Nazarick and I love mangguo1 for the monthly tickets. Let's start with a chapter to test the waters.

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The rehearsal took a whole day.

Lu Chen drew the movement lines of three groups of people in the exhibition hall with chalk.

"The transitions go from Bao Shihong to Dao Ge, then from Dao Ge to Hei Pi, but it's not a real cut; it's a panning shot. Three transitions are completed in one shot."

"Then where is my focus?" Zhao Bo asked. "The three groups aren't on the same focal plane, so who am I supposed to focus on?"

"Go after Bao Shihong," Lu Chen said.

"He's the main character. Dao Ge and Hei Pi pass by outside the focus, in a blurry way. The audience can see them, but they're not clear. That's what makes it realistic; Bao Shihong really didn't see them clearly."

Zhao Bo nodded.

Formal filming begins.

The jade showroom was converted from a jewelry store warehouse. It wasn't very big, but Ning Hao used a few partitions and two rows of shelves to create a sense of depth in the showroom.

The jade was placed in the innermost glass cabinet, and when the light shone on it, it shone with a bright green color.

"Action".

Guo Tao's exhibition hall.

Zhao Bo followed behind him carrying a camera, filming from behind.

Guo Tao walked to the display case, casually slipped his hand into his pocket, and his gaze fell on the jade.

The camera slowly pans to the left.

Dao Ge came in through the side door. Liu Hua was wearing that dark jacket and walked at a leisurely pace, with Jing Jing following behind him.

Dao Ge is blurred in the picture, but the audience can see his outline. A middle-aged man with a young woman does not look out of place in a jewelry exhibition hall.

The camera continued to pan.

Dao Ge walked towards the display case on the left, and Jing Jing stopped in front of a pendant.

At this point, the camera's focus shifted from Dao Ge and slowly returned to the center of the exhibition hall.

Blackie climbed in through the window.

Zhao Bo carried the camera and drew an arc from the middle of the exhibition hall, stringing the three groups of people together in the same frame.

Bao Shihong was looking at the jade on the right, Dao Ge was pretending to look at the exhibits on the left, and Hei Pi was squatting by the window.

Three spaces, one shot.

It was filmed seven times.

When Zhao Bo sat on the ground and put down the camera, his hands were shaking.

He carried seven strips for nearly two hours.

"Your hands are really steady, kid," Lu Chen said as he walked over.

Zhao Bo gasped for breath, "I almost couldn't make it through the last take."

After filming the jade exhibition hall, the rest of the scenes will be filmed soon.

Dao Ge and Mike's second encounter in the toilet, Xie Xiaomeng being beaten up by Dao Ge, and Hei Pi stealing bread and running on the street.

This final scene is Huang Bo's last scene.

Huang Bo, wearing his dirty work clothes and clutching a loaf of bread, ran wildly down the streets of the mountain city.

Zhao Bo sat on a borrowed van, carrying a camera to film him.

"Run faster!" Ning Hao shouted from inside the car window.

As Lu Chen watched from behind the monitor, he suddenly felt a lump in his throat.

For Huang Bo, and also for the efforts of dozens of people in the crew.

Not a single person let us down.

If we're talking about who worked the hardest in this production crew, besides Lu Chen, it would be Huang Bo.

Huang Bo spent a whole day running around the overpass to prepare for this scene.

There was also the scene where Hei Pi was trapped in the sewer. Because the crew didn't have enough money to hire a makeup artist, Huang Bo smeared the smelly mud from the sewer directly on his face to make the effect of being covered in mud look good.

His acting was also good; he nailed that scene in one take.

Even veteran actor Liu Hua, who was watching from the side, couldn't help but praise, "That's great. He's a dedicated actor. He'll definitely achieve great things in the future. What a good kid."

Liu Hua's words proved prophetic.

Later, Huang Bo won the Golden Horse Award for Best Actor, and the films he starred in grossed over 20 billion yuan.

"Director Lu, am I good enough to run?"

"You run better than anyone else."

Amidst the expectant gazes of everyone,

Lu Chen picked up the megaphone: "I hereby announce that 'Crazy Stone,' after forty-five days of filming, has officially wrapped!"

"yeah!"

The film crew immediately became a sea of ​​joy.

The night filming wrapped.

The whole group drank beer in the courtyard of the guesthouse.

Wang Yan somehow managed to get two cases of Shancheng beer, along with peanuts and several packets of braised food. December in Shancheng was cold, but the courtyard was packed with over twenty people, creating a lively atmosphere.

Huang Bo cried after drinking two bottles.

His shoulders trembled, and tears fell into his wine glass. Liu Hua patted his back beside him, saying nothing.

"I fucking," Huang Bo wiped his face, "I fucking never thought someone would let me act..." He was already sobbing uncontrollably as he spoke.

"Alright, alright," Liu Hua said. "What's a grown man like you crying about?"

Liu Hua and Huang Bo are different.

He entered the Beijing Film Studio at the age of twenty. Although he was never a big star, at least he had roles to play. Huang Bo was the kind of actor who couldn't even get extra roles because he wasn't good-looking, short, and spoke Mandarin with a Qingdao accent.

Lu Chen stood in the corner watching everyone.

Su Chang walked over and handed him a can of beer.

"Director Lu, you're not happy that filming has wrapped up?"

"I'm thinking about the later stages."

"Can't you just be happy for one night first?"

Lu Chen took the beer and took a sip.

Mountain City Beer is a bit bitter, but very refreshing.

"I'm happy," he said.

"Liu Yifei is leaving tomorrow, are you going to see her off?"

"deliver."

"Then don't make her wait."

That seems to be a double entendre. Are you tagging me?

Liu Yifei's visit to the set is over; she will return to Beiping tomorrow.

Before leaving, she ate dumplings on the rooftop one last time.

"When you get back," Liu Yifei said, "remember to call me."

"Um."

"Not the kind where you get it once every five days."

"Um."

"It's done every three days."

"OK."

She stood up, patted the dust off her pants; the concrete steps on the rooftop were always dusty.

"Lu Chen".

"Um?"

"Your movie will definitely be good."

He spoke with great certainty, even more confident in himself than Lu Chen.

It's like stating a fact that has already been established.

Lu Chen watched her retreating figure as she walked into the stairwell. Her gray baseball cap shimmered briefly in the dim light before disappearing.

The next morning, Lu Chen took Liu Yifei to the train station.

Shancheng North Station, an old station built in 2002, is filled with the smell of instant noodles and sweat in its waiting hall.

Liu Yifei was wearing a black down jacket with her hat pulled low and a scarf covering half of her face.

"I told you to take a plane, but you wouldn't listen."

"I'm willing, what's it to you?" Liu Yifei wrinkled her delicate hump nose.

On the platform, she took a plastic bag out of her bag and handed it to Lu Chen.

"What?"

"Oranges. Very sweet."

Lu Chen took it and watched her board the train.

The window of the green train was a bit dirty. Through the glass, she made a phone call gesture to him, holding up three fingers and pointing to her own ear.

As the train started moving, Lu Chen stood on the platform and peeled an orange.

It is indeed sweet.

He stood on the platform, finished eating the orange, threw the peel into the trash can, and then turned around and walked back.

Back at the guesthouse, he summoned Ning Hao, Xing Aina, and Zhao Bo.

"I'll be returning to Beiping the day after tomorrow."

He said, "I personally edited the later parts. Ning Hao oversaw the narrative pacing, Xing Aina oversaw the dialogue and lip-syncing, and Zhao Bo oversaw the visuals and color grading."

"There's still 400,000 left, is that enough?" Wang Yan asked.

"If it's not enough, I'll sell my ass," Lu Chen said. "We'll use the school's equipment for free if we can; we can't spend a single penny more than necessary."

"What about the theme song?" Xing Aina asked. "Hiring a music company will cost a lot."

"I'll think of a way," Lu Chen said.

He does have a way.

Lu Chen had a lot of songs in his head; he just needed to find one that suited him.

Lu Chen took out his phone and dialed a Chengdu area code followed by a landline number.

That was the phone number of the front desk of a small bar called Banpai in his past life. Zhang Liangying sang there. He had passed by that bar when he went to Chengdu on a business trip in his previous life.

It rang five or six times before someone answered.

"Hello, who are you looking for?"

"Hello, I'm looking for Zhang Liangying, is she here?"

"Wait a minute," a voice called from the other end of the phone, "Liangying! Phone!"

After about ten seconds, another voice came in.

"Feed?"

"Hello, I'm looking for Zhang Liangying."

"That's me. And who are you?"

Lu Chen was stunned for a moment.

He never expected that he could actually find his past life's memories, and that they would actually be useful in this life.

"My name is Lu Chen. I'm filming a movie and I need a singer to sing the theme song."

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.

How did you get my number?

"A friend introduced us," Lu Chen said. "I've heard you sing; your voice is perfect for movies."

Have you ever heard me sing?

Zhang Liangying's voice carried a hint of wariness and curiosity, "Which bar did you hear that name in?"

"From Chengdu," Lu Chen said. "I forgot which one exactly, but I still remember the English song you sang."

That's the truth.

In his past life, he was on a business trip in Chengdu. He passed by a small bar and heard someone singing "I Will Always Love You." The voice was like a knife, cold and bright.

"You..." Zhang Liangying seemed to be recalling, "You rapped the theme song, which movie?"

"For a comedy, you'll give me five thousand dollars to sing the theme song."

"Five thousand?" She smiled.

"Are you serious?"

"Seriously."

"Okay? How do I find you?"

"The Beijing Film Academy will be looking for me the day after tomorrow. Just call this number when you arrive."

Lu Chen hung up the phone.

Ning Hao, listening from the side, was stunned: "They just find people to sing, but where do they get the songs?"

Lu Chen pointed to his head, "It's inside my head."

"You could hire an unknown bar singer for less than five thousand, right?"

He didn't explain further.

Some things, no one will believe even if you tell them.

He's not just looking for a singer.

She was the third runner-up in the 2005 "Super Girl" competition and is a top-tier figure in the Chinese music scene. Although her skills have declined slightly now, it's definitely worth it to get her for 5000 yuan.

5000 yuan, not 10,000. (From book friend 20180603011401440, okay, now it's mine.)

But in 2002, she was just an eighteen-year-old girl singing in a bar in Chengdu. She would be excited for days if she got a job that paid five thousand yuan.

He put the orange peel-scented phone back in his pocket and started packing his luggage.

See you in Beiping.