After the apocalypse boss enters the entertainment industry novel

While Song Zhulan was putting on makeup, Qin Jingye was dispatching the scene.

Although this scene is Yueming's solo dance, without other actors in the scene, lighting and background are also indispensable roles in the scene.

Qin Jingye has always pursued perfection in filming, and adjusted the scene for a long time until everything was in line with his intentions before he nodded stingily.

But the real protagonist of this scene has not yet arrived.

Qin Jingye frowned, and was about to send someone to remind him, but he saw the door of the dressing room was slowly pushed open.

A corner of plain white robe suddenly broke into his sight.

The evening wind blew the robe, outlining a thin waist.

Going upwards, one can vaguely see the straight collarbone and the slender fair neck.

Song Zhulan was painted with sick makeup, and his complexion was very pale, but his appearance was so good that it gave him a strange sense of beauty.

The young man stood with a sword in his hand, his body was thin, and his whole body melted into the moonlight, as if he was about to fly away in the next second.

But when his eyes swept over, a pair of light-colored eyes revealed firmness and compassion.

This is the swordsman who loves the world from beginning to end and is willing to give everything for it.

Qin Jingye took a deep look at Song Zhulan.

Without saying a word, Yue Ming's image has already stood.

This is indeed a white moonlight that can make the future Lord of the World remember his whole life and never forget.

But just relying on a face is not enough to satisfy him.

Qin Jingye thought, he had just watched the sample half a day ago, Song Zhulan in it was also beautiful, but that was all.

A sword dance was performed nondescriptly and without sincerity by him.Regardless of the action and emotion, it is obvious that he is following the program perfunctorily.

Just thinking about it can make people popular.

Seeing the director's uncertain expression, the rest of the crew broke into a cold sweat.

Who knows when Qin Jingye's temper will come up, will he get angry at others, and then implicate themselves.

Fortunately, Qin Jingye's expression changed several times, and finally he just said: "Warm up, practice the movements again, and start shooting immediately after practicing."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Zhulan responded, her expression remained the same, with a touch of pity, as if she was just a bystander who stayed out of the matter.

"Drunken Moon" is a big production, and the top martial arts instructors were invited to design every movement. For Yue Ming's sword dance, it took a lot of effort.

The well-designed sword dance is beautiful, and correspondingly, the movements are difficult.As a well-known vase on the Internet, the original body naturally couldn't learn it.He practiced for three days but failed. The executive director repeatedly proposed to use a stand-in to replace this fight scene, but they were all dismissed.

Qin Jingye insisted that a stand-in cannot be used in this scene, and the actor must be allowed to perform by himself.Now he is personally supervising, and there is a great tendency to leave the filming without finishing the filming. However, he is the director and one of the managers, and the people below dare not raise objections.Fortunately, when Song Zhulan joined the group, the filming of the scene was almost finished, otherwise the cost of delaying it would only be greater.

Seeing that the practice was about to start again, the martial arts instructor drooped his brows and eyes, and his interest was not high.

He was born in Liyuanxing, and has been a martial arts instructor for decades. He has a great reputation in the industry, and various crews rushed to invite him to design moves.Over the years, Wu Zhi has dealt with many actors, ranging from well-known actors to mediocre traffic stars, but there are very few people who are as savvy as Song Zhulan.

He looked at the young man in white and shook his head slowly.I guessed that Song Zhulan had no memory of his actions, so he had to demonstrate the actions from beginning to end.

Although he also hoped that Song Zhulan could learn the movements quickly so that he could get off work early, but he also knew in his heart that this was almost impossible.

Song Zhulan stood by the side holding the sword upside down, without moving, calculating the path and trajectory of the movement in his mind.

In the end of the world, materials are scarce, and when facing large beasts, they sometimes have no guns and can only hold primitive swords.The quality of those weapons is also very worrying, and they can only be used as one-time consumables. Once they make a mistake, their lives are in danger.

Although Song Zhulan pursued excitement, he didn't want to pay for his life in vain.He has always been cautious and will calculate the movements in his mind: speed, strength, angle, to ensure that every shot is foolproof.

The same is true now.

After all, the original body has practiced many times and left some muscle memory. Song Zhulan watched it with the martial arts instructor and quickly memorized the movements.

The martial arts instructor split out the difficult points and demonstrated them again.When Song Zhulan was imitating in his heart, the faint pain in his stomach suddenly became severe.

It felt like a flame was burning, and it felt like a sharp claw was holding the stomach bag hard.

The stomachache came suddenly, even Song Zhulan's face turned pale, and cold sweat broke out on his back.

He clenched the hilt of his sword tightly, took a deep breath, resisted the pain in his stomach, and turned to get his thermos.

But as soon as he took the cup in his hand, he heard a low questioning voice from beside him: "What are you doing?"

Song Zhulan didn't pause, unscrewed the lid of the cup and took a sip of hot water, finally feeling better in his stomach.

Only then did he speak, and said to Qin Jingye, who had a displeased face, "Sorry, I'm not feeling well, drink some water."

Qin Jingye took a puff of cigarette, and his face became more and more gloomy: "Don't be sorry, I think you are quite at ease. There is a sword dance that I have learned for so long and I haven't learned it. The martial arts instructor will show you again, and you are only thinking about drinking water .”

"It doesn't matter if your level is poor. If you don't work hard to improve, use your discomfort as an excuse to let so many people accompany you to waste time."

"If I were you, it would be better to find a place to crash and die on the spot."

The other staff members on the side did not dare to show their air, for fear of getting into trouble.

"Let Director Qin down," Song Zhulan still had a characteristic smile on his face, looking directly at Qin Jingye with amber eyes, and wrote lightly: "I haven't planned to kill myself just because I can't learn anything. .”

"What's more, I have learned this sword dance."

He didn't intend to have more interaction with Qin Jingye, but this person came to the door with a bad attitude and taunted him without any explanation.Song Zhulan was not broad-minded, and he didn't bother to bear it in order to survive, so naturally he didn't give Qin Jingye a good attitude.

Qin Jingye smiled instead of anger: "Have you learned it? Then let's act it out again."

"But I'm going to put my ugly words up front. If there's anything wrong this time, the contract between "Drunk Moon" and you will be terminated immediately. I can also assure you that "Drunk Moon" will be the last crew you've ever joined in your life."

When Jiang Xiaofeng heard this, his face turned pale.

Qin Jingye wasn't joking, the Qin Consortium owns one of the largest companies in the entertainment industry.As long as this young master speaks, how can anyone dare to cooperate with Song Zhulan?

He looked at his artist worriedly, but Song Zhulan's face was calm and his eyelashes drooped, making it difficult to see clearly.

He walked to the shooting site, stood up and weighed the long sword, and his clothes fluttered slightly because of the movement.

It's pretty easy to use.

Song Zhulan confirmed the feel of the sword, and finally raised his eyes.

The young man held the sword flower in his right hand, and carried the three-foot long sword behind his back.The speed was so fast that others had no time to see his movements clearly, only a flash of sword light could be seen.

His left hand is a sword finger, which is in line with the tip of the sword, pointing directly at the sky, and made a standard and beautiful gesture.

Such a starting gesture is much better than before.

The martial arts instructor watched from the side, his frown relaxed a little.

The next moment, the sword finger was drawn down, and the sword glowed brightly, piercing the sky.

The boy's plain white clothes flew among the bamboo forests with his movements. His movements were precise and powerful, and every time he drew his sword, he could make a sound of wind.

The moonlight and the sword light reflected each other, and the bamboo shadow swayed slightly between the sword wind and the mountain wind, intertwined with Song Zhulan's shadow.

Qinghui, Jianmang, and silhouette.

The combination of the three is like a peerless landscape painting that people can't take their eyes off.

The martial arts instructor's eyes widened.

Elegant in the dust without losing strength, this is exactly the effect he wanted, even better than he expected!

He knows the movements he designed, unless he has a good foundation in dance or martial arts, it will be difficult to achieve what he is today.

But Song Zhulan's limbs were still stiff yesterday, and he couldn't remember his movements. How could he have improved so much in just one week?

Had he been hiding his clumsiness before?

At this time, the young man stabbed the sword forward, a piece of withered yellow bamboo leaf fluttered down, and broke into two pieces under the sword's edge.

Song Zhulan looked over, those light-colored eyes were full of vigor, seeming to be able to cut through all obstacles, but they gave off a kind of all-or-nothing courage.

Qin Jingye didn't care about smoking, he took two steps forward and stared at Song Zhulan closely.

Song Zhulan's performance was no different from the ideal storyboard in his mind, or even better.

When he saw that glance clearly, his pupils suddenly constricted.

This was the feeling that was not specified in the script, but he was looking forward to it in his heart.

Yueming used to exist only in his mind, but at this moment, this character came alive, stepped out of the script, out of the storyboard, and stood in front of him.

……

The dance is over.

All the seats are silent.

It wasn't until the cigarette butt burned to Qin Jingye's fingertips and burned him that he woke up like a dream.

"Did it just start up!"

He couldn't hide his excitement, and asked the photographer loudly.

The photographer also slowed down.According to just now, this was just a demonstration, so he didn't turn it on.When Song Zhulan danced the sword, his whole body and mind were attracted, so naturally he didn't expect it.

He stammered: "No..."

Qin Jingye put out his cigarette and waved his hand: "I don't blame you for my problem."

There is a trace of regret in my heart.The scene just now was so amazing, it's a pity that it wasn't filmed.I don't know if doing it all over again will have the same effect.

He thought, looking at Song Zhulan.Holding the sword flower in his hand, the young man put the sword back into its sheath, and when he felt his gaze, he glanced lightly, and there was a sharpness in his eyes that he hadn't had time to put away.

——This is not Yueming, but the real Song Zhulan.

It was very obvious that Song Zhulan's attitude towards Qin Jingye, the director who had been sneering at him before, was very average.

Qin Jingye was stunned for a moment, thinking of what he said before, he felt a burning pain on his face.