An Athlete Held up by an Entertainment Career

Jiang Wen took Xu Qiao and Si Cheng to talk about the play when the props team was busy with the set.

Xu Qiao saw that Jiang Wen brought a player over, pressed the switch, and the performance of the two of them in the previous scene was played on the screen.

The color has been adjusted and the sound has been adjusted, and the shot after post-processing is very eye-catching.

First a long shot.A mirror swept across the plaque of Zuihuan Pavilion, passed through the lively hall, passed over the frolicking guests and prostitutes, and finally stopped outside the window of Jin'er's room, focusing on a snowflake that was falling.

The teasing laughter of men and women came from far or near, and it seemed that the place was getting quieter.

A thick layer of snow had accumulated on the tree, and the flakes eventually fell on the branches.The moment it fell steadily, the branches were crushed by the snow, and the cracking sound of breaking and the sound of snow falling were particularly obvious in the night.

The camera returns to the room.Xu Qiao and Si Cheng sat at the table while the other fell to the ground.

After a long while, Si Cheng said, "Let me ask you, do you—"

He was about to speak out to reveal his identity, but he stopped unconsciously under Xu Qiao's pleading eyes.

Xu Qiao propped her hands beside her, looked up at him, her black hair scattered behind her: "Stop talking."

"Stop talking..." Xu Qiao moved her lips and stood up slowly.The pair of eyes that had been nurtured day and night in Zuihuan Pavilion seemed to be always slightly drunk, but at this moment they were calm and unwavering.He stood where he was, looking at Si Cheng quietly.

Si Cheng frowned in his gaze.Those eyes were clear and clear, without the mist, it made people feel a little uncomfortable.

Xu Qiao smiled lightly, but the smile didn't reach her eyes: "Since you've hired me for the whole night, it's hard to sit still."

"Let me dance for you. My mother taught me, and I haven't shown it to anyone else yet."

Si Cheng was naturally not interested in his dance, but he was very vigilant in his heart, thinking of seeing what kind of tricks this man was playing, he didn't open his mouth to refuse.

Xu Qiao went back to the inner room, took out a dusty wooden box from under the bed, brushed it with her fingers, and made fingerprints.He opened the box, and inside was a set of red clothes.

The camera cuts to Si Cheng.He sat at the table, poured himself a cup of tea, took a sip to moisten his throat, and looked up when he heard Xu Qiao's footsteps coming out, his pupils shrank tightly when he saw clearly.

It wasn't the light gauze material he was used to wearing in the past, but the red dress wrapped around him, the embroidered red robe, the collar collar and the heavenly official lock, the shoulder drape, the necklace hanging, and the pleated pleated skirt underneath, it was clearly a wedding dress!

As if understanding what Si Cheng was thinking, Xu Qiao pursed her lips and smiled: "It's just a costume."

The video stops here.

Jiang Wen tapped the screen with the cap of his pen: "We'll be filming the next scene in a while. In the latter scene, Jin Er's emotions are very complicated. He has the will to die, removes all the shackles on his body, and gives Chunyu a pure heart. Yuan dances this dance and speaks this paragraph.”

"As for Chunyu Yuan, he is a chivalrous young man who hates evil like a vengeance, and has a pure heart. He has compassion in him. So seeing his enemy die, he is definitely not happy and relieved, but pity and regret."

"Let's not shoot this scene over and over again. It consumes too much emotion. If you walk around the scene too much, it will affect the effect. Xu Qiao's dancing here also consumes energy. So let's try to get it done within three times. Brew emotions, find that state and let's start again."

After hearing what Jiang Wen said, Xu Qiao raised her eyes to look at Si Cheng, saw that his brows were furrowed, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Si Chengdao: "In the script, it says that Jin'er drank three cups of poisonous wine and poured it out in the snow. Chunyu Yuan just walked up to him, stood aside and listened to what he had to say—I find it weird here."

Jiang Wen: "Then what do you think should be done?"

Si Cheng opened his mouth and frowned even tighter.

"That's it." Seeing that he couldn't speak, Jiang Wen patted him on the shoulder, "Just act according to your feeling, Sicheng, once you have entered that emotion and become that person, you don't need to think, you will know how to act gone."

Si Cheng is an actor with aura, and he is the representative of the experiential school in acting.Once a child enters the emotion, he will be extremely involved.Xu Qiao felt this way when he played with him. Sicheng still has a lot of potential in acting.

After the scenery was set up, Xu Qiao changed her clothes and had a meeting with Si Cheng. The two felt that it was almost done, and signaled Jiang Wen to start filming.

Several camera positions were in place. Although it was night, the lighting engineer provided soft light, and the moonlit night was bright.

In the camera, Xu Qiao led Si Cheng to the courtyard corridor, surrounded by gorgeous red silk, flapping in the cold wind, against the white snow all over the sky, it was shockingly red.

Xu Qiao glanced at Si Cheng who was standing under the beam, and walked to the open space in the courtyard.

The snow fell more and more, and it fell on Xu Qiao's long black hair and dotted between his slender eyelashes.

There is a small table in the courtyard, and a cup of wine is placed on it.Xu Qiao poured a glass, looked at the wine glass on her fingertips, and sang a play: "The ice wheel on the island is turning, see the jade rabbit, and the jade rabbit has risen to the east..."

"The wild geese are flying together, and the voice of the slave falls into the shadow of the flowers. This scenery is so fascinating."

Xu Qiao drank the glass of wine in a small sip, waved her sleeves, and danced in the moonlight and snowy night, her figure was graceful and graceful, as if the spring mountain made bones and autumn water was a god.

Jiang Wen clenched his fists tightly, staring at the monitor without blinking.

This part of the libretto was from "The Drunken Concubine", Jiang Wen originally planned to find an opera teacher to sing it, but Xu Qiao said no, and gave him a part on the spot, which immediately dispelled Jiang Wen's idea of ​​finding a singing teacher.

That voice, that singing style, why do I need to find a supporting vocal?

The dance was also done by Xu Qiao himself.Xu Qiao danced in a sweater before, and she had already convinced everyone, but now she changed her clothes, put on a hair cover, jumped up and waved her sleeves, and her long hair fluttered, making people unable to look away.

It is rare for such a person to stand there quietly with a fresh air, but the flesh and bones are well-growth, how can it make the audience feel uneasy.

The libretto gradually turned to loss and depression, Xu Qiao's smile was still bright, but her eyes became more silent.He turned around and came to the table, and poured himself another glass of wine.

The second glass of wine is not as smooth as the first glass.Drink in a hurry, and use wine to relieve your worries.

The dancing posture also began to reveal a hint of drunkenness, with a bit of cuteness.

With the third glass of wine, Xu Qiao's eyes turned to Si Cheng, which should be charming, but half lifeless.He clings to his body and picks up the wine glass on the table, feeling sad and relieved, with a lot of emotions steaming up, a tear slipped from the corner of Xu Qiao's eyes and disappeared into his temples.Without any hesitation, he drank down the glass of wine.

With one lip, the wine glass hit the ground with a bang.

The last line of libretto overflowed from Xu Qiao's mouth: "Life is like a dream in spring, and you can drink a few cups..."

Three glasses of wine.

Fate delivered an ultimatum.

Xu Qiao suddenly stopped at the same spot, swaying, as if she was very drunk, and said in a playful tone: "Husband, we will see you in the next life."

He flicked his water sleeve towards Si Cheng, turned around a few times, and was about to fall into the snow.

From here the script deviates.The director's words "according to your feelings" flashed in Si Cheng's mind, he discarded all distracting thoughts, put the script behind him, and grabbed Xu Qiao into his arms before he fell down.

The assistant director watched, rubbing his footsteps, a little anxious.Jiang Wen raised his hand to signal him to be quiet, and continued to shoot.

Embracing warm to scorching heat.In his arms, Xu Qiao bit the blood bag in her mouth and raised her head.Si Cheng froze in place when he saw the bloodline overflowing from the corner of his mouth.

"You..." He realized something in an instant, and looked at the wine cup on the small table: "Is that wine—"

"I'm the son of a prostitute." Xu Qiao spoke softly, making Si Cheng stop her words.

"I heard from my mother that the day I was born was the same as today. The cold wind was blowing, and the sky was covered with heavy snow... The son of a prostitute should also serve men. I have known this since I can remember."

"I've never felt that there's anything wrong with being a young lady. I was born to stay in this Drunken Huan Pavilion, watching people leaning on the door and smiling, being greeted and sent off, everyone spending money like water, whores call slaves..."

Xu Qiao had powder on her face and red ointment on her lips, but she was still pale, and the blood line at the corner of her lips was shocking.

"Who told me to meet you that day, you put on a dress for me. There are so many people who take off my clothes, only you put clothes on me."

"But what I can give you, you don't care about it, you don't care about it..."

Xu Qiao looked at Si Cheng, her eyes lost focus, and she tried her best to see his appearance clearly.Those eyes are like the sparkling lake surface in summer, which is dead silent in early winter after the passage of time, only the occasional falling of a dead leaf can arouse some silent ripples.

The cold wind was howling, and the weather was beautiful today, and the heavy snow fell layer after layer.

Si Cheng hugged Xu Qiao and knelt in the snow.

He looked at Xu Qiao's eyes that were beginning to become hollow, opened his mouth, and subconsciously let out a heavy, breathless sound of "ho ho", a tear that did not belong to Chunyu Yuan fell down and fell on Xu Qiao's face.

Jiang Wen watched the monitor, feeling that Si Cheng's tears were inappropriate.Seeing Jin'er's death at this time, Chunyu Yuan should have just sighed, saying that it's good luck, just show some pity and sympathy.

Now this tear falls...

After struggling for a while, Jiang Wen stared at the monitor, and felt that the tear was more thought-provoking, so he stopped thinking and let Si Cheng continue to act.

Xu Qiao raised her hand to caress the face of the man in front of her, but just as she raised it, her blood-stained fingers moved, and then slowly lowered it down.

"Forget it, you never liked me touching you..."

"A Yuan, I'm in so much pain."

After saying this, Xu Qiao smiled slightly, closed her eyes, and remained silent.

Si Cheng looked at Xu Qiao blankly, flustered in his heart, he opened his mouth, showing a tearless expression, his eyes were red.

The wind suddenly picked up, snow got into his eyes, and Si Cheng couldn't help but close his eyes.It has not been opened for a long time.

"Crack!" Jiang Wen took off his earphones, stood up and applauded the two of them.

The author has something to say: "The ice wheel on the island is just turning, and I saw the jade rabbit, and the jade rabbit rose eastward early." Drink a few cups to your heart's content." From Peking Opera "The Drunken Concubine".