Transmigrated into the cannon fodder abandoned by the actor

Pan Xiaocheng, who was working in an orderly manner over there, suddenly received a WeChat message from Xie Luyu.

He trembled all over, a tall man from the Northeast who sat on an office chair and hunched his back, picked up the phone tremblingly, and opened one eye in pain.

Then he found out that Xie Luyu had transferred [-] yuan to him, and said a word by the way—the script was well chosen.

What a ghost, Pan Xiaocheng muttered in his heart, what kind of nerves did he get, isn't this your own random book...

Pan Xiaocheng complained in his heart, but he quickly accepted the eight yuan transfer in his hand.

Pan Xiaocheng continued typing to make the schedule, and felt uneasy as he typed.

He opened the hot search on Weibo and scanned around - usually, as Xie Luyu's manager, Pan Xiaocheng learned about Xie Luyu's current situation from this.

Well, from top to bottom, there isn't a single Xie Luyu.

No news is the best news.

Only then did Pan Xiaocheng put down the phone in satisfaction.

Xie Luyu was very reliable during filming.

The very reliable Xie Luyu over there is urging Wang Haisheng to start the machine as soon as possible, and it is best to let everyone join the team in the afternoon.

"It's been turned on for the past two days, and it's turned on tomorrow. What's wrong with you turning it on?"

Wang Haisheng writes and draws in his notebook.

"I don't care. Hurry up and start up and spend more time honing your skills. This is not what investors want to find a good day."

He closed the notebook and looked up at Xie Luyu.

"No, when have you been so active?"

he wondered.

"Even entering the group was several days earlier. In the past, it was always one day late. I wish I could count the days. Now I still care about other people's entry time."

The assistant next to him slandered, it was packed and thrown by Brother Pan.

Judging from his many years of experience, Brother Xie's appointment was due to a psychological imbalance, and he tricked the director into starting the machine early with the idea of ​​going to hell together.

The assistant didn't guess right this time.

This is no longer a matter of psychological balance, Xie Luyu's heart is not at peace anymore.

Gu Qingchi's name is on the list of actors, and Xie Luyu can visit it seven or eight times a day.

He is now the domesticated fox.

The little prince who tamed the fox came at four o'clock, and the fox began to feel happy at three o'clock, and felt restless as the time approached.

Xie Luyu was different. Not only did he feel happy and restless, he also tried to advance the four o'clock to 03:30.

Xie Luyu spoke plausibly.

"You are prejudiced against me. You can't always look at people with old eyes. I have improved for so many years. Can my thinking be so backward?"

Before anyone else could speak, he grabbed the conversation first.

"That can't be specified, I'm so advanced in thinking, I think others can't be much behind—"

"Hey, no, just say it well, don't shut me out!"

Xie Hu patted on the door in vain, finally wagging his big tail and biting a cigarette in melancholy, he went to the corner.

But no matter how difficult it was from three to four, four o'clock finally came.

Gu Qingchi is a supporting role, not many roles, but scattered throughout the audience, and his schedule is very busy, unlike some characters who have to check when their roles are, so that they can spare time.

So he arrived on the day of the start-up, and if there is no accident, he will follow the whole process.

This time Ye Li didn't come with him, only Xiao Ke followed him.

Xiao Ke is very low-key, Gu Qingchi is a newcomer, he has no reputation, no work, no qualifications, so he has an assistant. If he is not low-key, he will be targeted by others.

It didn't take long for her to sneak into the staff and mingle with them. Some supervisors even asked which department Xiao Ke belonged to, and wanted to draw Xiao Ke into his subordinates.

There is no filming on the first day, and I have to prepare some miscellaneous things and take makeup photos.

Gu Qingchi's role is not ranked at all, but due to the particularity of the role, he also has to take a photo of the makeup.

The makeup artist watched him for a long time.

In the end, he shaved his eyebrows, made his hairstyle, and trimmed his sideburns, and Gu Qingchi immediately became more heroic.

This is the usual operation of ancient makeup.

But putting it on Gu Qingchi always makes people feel bright.

The makeup artist originally thought that his skills had improved, but finally looked at Gu Qingchi's face and confessed in frustration.

This is the same as Gu Qingchi can look good in any clothes, it mainly depends on the person, and has nothing to do with the clothes.

In the play, Ke Mu studied and practiced martial arts when he was a child, but he stopped reading later, but he never put down his swords, guns and sticks. The children who climbed out of the swords, no matter how handsome they looked, always had a different temperament.

He is not a completely docile image, and even because of his mental insufficiency, Ke Mu is more ruthless than others.

Like a small beast, unreasonable, ignorant of love, with wildness in his bones.

The costume prepared by the crew for Gu Qingchi was a black suit and a long knife.

When taking pictures, Wang Haisheng watched from the sidelines, giving pointers to the actors from time to time, and talking about the effect he wanted.

With him watching from the side, everyone moved much faster.

Wang Hai usually doesn't talk much in his life, but when he's lecturing, he talks a lot, and he explains all the nagging details in place.

After going through under him, both old and new actors will gain something.

It's just that his temper is not very good, he only says everything once, if he still makes mistakes the second time, he will stare at you coldly, and use the most concise language to demote you to be worthless.

So as soon as he opened his mouth to give pointers, everyone would be excited and cheer up immediately.

When Gu Qingchi came over, he raised his eyebrows.

Gu Qingchi was good-looking at first, and he was good enough to make the princess fall in love at first sight, and the girls in the whole capital threw flowers and handkerchiefs for him, but he had a melancholy temperament.

Now that melancholy has been diluted a lot, and it is more in line with the image of Ke Mu in his mind.

Wang Haisheng said a rare compliment.

"good."

It was Gu Qingchi's first filming, and Wang Haisheng said a few more words.

"You should have read all the scripts. Ke Mu's makeup photo was taken alone. It was the image of Ke Mu's later stage. He fought on the battlefield a few times at that time, grinding himself into a lifeless beast. His mad dog is a frightening jade-faced gentleman on the battlefield."

Wang Haisheng became excited as he spoke.

"There should be a strong contrast here. Look, is Ke Mu good-looking? It's good to see that when the army triumphantly returned to Beijing to celebrate, countless girls threw flowers and handkerchiefs on him from the moment they entered the city. Wherever he threw it, even the road he passed was paved with flowers."

"But he is such a good-looking person, but his image is very tough. He always wears black boots, his trouser legs are always tightened into the boots, and there is a dagger hidden in the boots. A long knife kills the enemy with fear, even his own people are scared." Have a fear of him."

Wang Haisheng pulled Gu Qingchi to talk endlessly, and Gu Qingchi listened quietly and carefully, which gave Wang Haisheng a sense of accomplishment.

Xie Luyu couldn't do it anymore. Back then, he always disliked him for talking too much. Wang Haisheng held his breath and planned to see what he could make. Later, that movie produced an international best actor.

Xie Luyu is the leading actor.

The more Wang Haisheng talked, the more he talked, no matter the photographer next to him was still waiting, he started chatting with Gu Qingchi.

"If you can still call it charm, then the most unacceptable thing is such a person, beautiful and powerful, but mentally insufficient because of a fever in childhood, and Ke Chengqi's companion, who is loyal to him and has no Self, this is the same as the end of a beauty's twilight and a hero's end, it is a kind of shortcoming."

At this time, Xie Luyu had just finished filming and changed his clothes. Several staff members surrounded him to help change the complicated clothes—the clothes were all custom-made, and they were hand-sewn by an embroiderer, and a set was very expensive.

He needs to shoot a lot, and has changed several sets of clothes.

Seeing Wang Haisheng pulling Gu Qingchi to speak, highlighting the key points and holding hands, Xie Luyu interrupted them without thinking.

"Hey, Wang Dao, I've been paying attention to you for a long time, can you stop harassing our actors, just talk about it, don't touch me, okay?"

Xie Luyu opened his arms to make it easier for the staff to tie up his clothes. He also had to pay attention to not rubbing off his makeup and keeping his mouth still.

"Wang Dao, I'm not talking about you, can you do something serious all day long? If you can't, it's okay to go out and make tea for us to share. God damn it will affect our work here."

Director Wang who sees nothing but doing nothing:...

Director Wang finally stopped talking, and Gu Qingchi, who was let go, also started filming.

Gu Qingchi actually listened very seriously, although he was always lazy and didn't like to work.

But the assigned task will not be perfunctory, and will always be completed conscientiously, as if the task is carried on the back of the body, there is a kind of responsibility.

Gu Qingchi has also read the script before, he has a good memory, and he can remember the lines after a few times.

After watching it, Ke Mu naturally had a vivid and three-dimensional image in his heart.

In addition, it seems that the perception of emotions is naturally very sensitive. He can actually understand a lot of what Wang Haisheng said, and he probably knows what kind of Ke Mu Wang Haisheng wants.

Then Gu Qingchi went to find a way to give him such a Ke Mu.

Gu Qingchi has never taken an acting class, Ye Li has never arranged for him, and he has never been exposed to this aspect before, he is completely unfamiliar with acting.

He also can't control expressions, and can't express characters through some small movements.

When Gu Qingchi was happy, he couldn't cry, and when he was sad, he couldn't laugh, his expression management was messed up, even if he forced it, his expression was still stiff.

From this aspect, Gu Qingchi is actually not suitable to be an actor.

To put it bluntly, actors need to fake emotions.

If the actor himself is happy, but the character needs to be sad, then it is necessary to fake the sad emotion by controlling the expression.

But Gu Qingchi didn't understand these at all.

He doesn't fake emotions, he can only express emotions, what he expresses is true, the character is sad when he is sad, and he is happy when the character is happy.

Gu Qingchi is a complete experientialist.

Gu Qingchi only knows that if the character is what he is, he will be what he is, then he will be successful.

And compared to the terrible emotional camouflage, he can always easily capture the emotions and feelings of the characters, and quickly immerse himself in it. He is a genius in this regard.

Previously, Ke Mu already had a specific image in his mind, coupled with Wang Haisheng's explanation, Gu Qingchi quickly figured out Ke Mu's position.

Standing on the stage, Gu Qingchi stabbed the long knife obliquely behind his backhand naturally, and then firmly grasped the handle of the knife, his trouser legs were tightened into his boots, and his belt stretched out his thin waist. All with a murderous look.

The gorgeous flowers that seem to grow from the bones, naturally carry a mysterious beauty and danger.

Everyone would believe that the person standing on that stage was the living Ke Mu.

With such vividness and wantonness, he didn't think about anything, and he didn't have to think about anything, he just walked forward and lived a simple life.

The surroundings gradually quieted down, only the sound of the photographer pressing the shutter.