His Royal Highness's Favorite: The Queen's Road

Chapter 195 Burying Chess for the King (3)

Long live Lord was still sitting there, so Xiji wrote a decree.

Anthony's mind was wide open, so he began to look left and right at Xiji, then at Longze, and saw that Long Live Lord didn't have any unpleasant reaction.

There is basically no lighting, the props are put on the set, and the photography team is in position.

In fact, this kind of impromptu performance, the old director is very interested.

Everything that the actor will perform next is unknown to him, and I am afraid that for the entire crew, it is all improvising with the actors.

Even the content of the script is completely blank, and the steps of telling the play are also omitted.

In European and American countries, it is the film producer who has the right to speak on the entire set.

In many countries in Asia, such as South Korea, the screenwriter has the highest status and has the absolute right to speak. He not only has to participate in the selection of actors, the supervision of costumes and lines, but also decides the details of the entire set and props. respect.

However, this is not the case in China, where directors come first.

Producers are responsible for taking money, and the status of producers and screenwriters is also very low. Some small screenwriters do not even have the right to authorship.Only the director is the absolute authority. The chief director of the set has the right to modify the script at will, add or subtract lines, and all staff must bow to the director.

At this time, old director Zhao was sitting on the director's chair, looked over the monitor, and saw that there were simply low couch, Go, teacup on the set...

Finally, a four-fold fan screen with a picture of red plums and Aoxue was erected.

The whole scene is instantly full of antique charm.

If an actor is asked to put on a chest-length skirt and a flying fairy bun, he can start filming indoor scenes of costume dramas at any time.

Xi Ji and Su Berry held each other's foreheads together as they did before, and meditated for five seconds.

Su Berry nodded, and went to the side to make tea.

Hope to enter the camera first, step by step to the low couch.

In the monitor of the camera, she stands in front of the screen to the right, and her position is very good.

She closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, her eyes were filled with melancholy, and she knelt down slowly on the floor. On the low couch in front of her, there were vanity mirrors and other things, and she also played a half-played Go.

Elegant, beautiful and dignified, against the background of the screen of red plum blossoms, the whole person is like a pure white plum embedded in the flames.

Su Berry looked at Xi Ji from the corner of her eye, and couldn't help but be infected by her, and the movements of making tea and porridge became calm and soothing.

As a result, the atmosphere in the entire hall became quiet.

Director Zhao made a gesture and started.

She was dressed in filial piety clothes, clean and elegant, her hair was tied up with white silk, and there was a white flower on her forehead.

She knelt and sat in front of the chessboard, as if she was playing games by herself. Under the pale sunlight, her small face without make-up, pale lips, and small eyebrows and eyes looked flawless, sad and beautiful.

After a long time, he didn't make a single move on the chessboard, as if he was just playing chess.

It's just that her eyes didn't move for a long time, and the gaze that fell on the endgame was very distracted and unfocused.

Gradually, subtle expressions emerged from the pale complexion, thinking or worrying, as if falling into memories, and a thin puddle of water covered the eyes, which swayed gently.

There was silence all around.

Until Su Berry turned around, holding a small bowl of porridge water in both hands, walked lightly with lotus steps, and walked into the camera.

She withdrew one hand and swung it in front of her eyes.

This is the servant girl opening the curtain—entering the house.

Hearing the movement, she looked away from the chessboard, and her empty eyes regained a little life.

She looked out the window, her voice was hoarse, and she asked in a low voice, "Berry, what time is it?"

"Back to the master, it's the time of day, there is a message from over there, there is no need to go to say hello."

Su Berry carefully carried the porridge bowl, walked to her side, and stood still.

(End of this chapter)