Inner entertainment first vase

Xie Miaomiao asked, "What's the problem?"

Shanglu looked over Ke Yu, thought about it, and decided to talk about the play separately.Xie Miaomiao's problem is not big, maybe because of the first scene, the state is a bit tight, and Qian Zhongzhong feels very relaxed in this scene, but there is a conflict inside.

On the one hand, in another room, Guan Gong sits in front of the statue, and the melons and fruits are covered with smoke. Several major underground bosses in Macau are waiting for every little detail here with great interest.

With the support of 46, those in Hong Kong and Macau who have financial strength choose to join the battle to get a share of the pie.And this round was set up against Ye Sen from beginning to end.

A two-year-long slaughtering game.

Qian Zhongzhong is the bait.

Now, the pig is stupid, the pig is fat, and it is a good day to slaughter the pig.

With a mission, she brought Ye Sen, who believed in "no gambling is winning", into the game step by step. However, after closing the cards and opening them again, her heart was far less calm than it appeared on the surface.

What will happen if Ye Sen loses?Billions of assets disappeared in the blink of an eye, what benefit could she get?A dividend of [-] million.

So what if Yesen wins?She is still his sweet bell, how long can he love her, will he find out about her one day?This game is won, what about the next game?Pandora's box has been opened, Ye Sen has become a gambler, will those bosses let her go?Still keep threatening her with this.

Qian Zhongzhong suddenly realized that when his sweet Zhongzhong was not so bad,

A woman who doesn't believe in love, but uses love as bait, and love becomes her own bait in the end.

A man who envelops "no gambling is winning", but falls into a sea of ​​gambling because of desire.

Qian Zhongzhong once looked at the man in front of him with a superior attitude.He was fascinated by himself and repeatedly broke the precept for himself. At that time, she was only proud of her clever methods, and coldly pitied him for stepping into this situation, like pitying a pig who doesn't know its destiny.

Now, the cards are in Ye Sen's hands.At a certain subtle moment, Qian Zhongzhong's heart moved, and he realized that she had also reached the turning point in her life.

"That's why she put her hand on Ye Sen's hand and played the cards with him." Shang Lu finished the play and commented on her last performance, "You try to be relaxed, but your body language is tense and artificial, try to take a deep breath .”

Xie Miaomiao thought of the question he asked when reading the script:

"I want to know if there is any sincerity in Qian Zhongzhong's feelings for Ye Sen? Is there any sincerity and love?"

Ke Yu’s answer at the time is still in my ears, “A person who has always been sober begins to be uncertain about something or someone. The occurrence of this incident itself is very intriguing.”

This is Qian Zhongzhong's "not sure" moment, and it is also the highlight moment of her character.

She brushed back her thick, bushy long curly hair, "Director," she said with a smile, "now I kind of hate you."

Usually at this time, the old man should know and flirt with her ambiguously, and would ask "why".

Shanglu nodded: "It's hard work."

Xie Miaomiao was speechless for a moment, and could only ask and answer by herself: "You have handled the highlight of this character so restrainedly, it really tested me."

Shang Lu said in a businesslike manner: "Believe in yourself."

Xie Miaomiao: "..."

No point, she doesn't like a man who acts like a block of wood to his flair.

"Tomorrow, we're filming the prom scene. Can we add an intimate scene between me and Mr. Ke?"

Shang Lu is so tall, when he glanced down at her, once he lost his emotions, it would easily turn into a cold, scrutinizing stare, "How intimate?"

He asked in a deep voice, Xie Miaomiao unconsciously felt his heart tingle and his scalp tightened at the same time, he was fascinated and scared at the same time, "I think, can we arrange an intimate scene between Qian Zhongzhong and Ye Sen at the gambling table? Desire and Ye Sen Gambling, I think this scene will be very symbolic."

Shang Lu didn't make a sound, Xie Miaomiao thought he was worried about passing the trial: "Director Tang's can pass the trial, yours can definitely, you don't need to be so explicit, for example let me sit on Mr. Ke's lap, he carried me to the gambling table on, kissing my neck and touching my body. He doesn’t need to show his face, I’m the only one gasping for the camera, but I’m awake, and he’s really addicted—”

I have been dealing with light and shadow art for a long time. Almost every word Xie Miaomiao utters, more details of the picture emerge in front of Shang Lu's eyes, such as composition, camera movement, lighting, breathing... He has everything in his mind, and he can draw the storyboard immediately Degree.

"No."

"Ah?" Xie Miaomiao raised his eyes, and found that this man's face was darkened, and the bottom of his eyes was also gloomy and dark, which looked scary.

"I, it's just my little immature thoughts, I don't mean to interfere with you..."

Shanglu's tone was indifferent: "It's very flattering to set up a clear metaphor," Xie Miaomiao narrowed her eyes, and Shanglu curled her lips under her puzzled gaze, "Unfortunately, I don't like to be flattering."

He always believes in the existence of the audience, and also believes that the audience's interpretation of the film is the second life of the film. Therefore, he does not bother to do these kitsch and flattering lens language. This is a kind of flattery and a testament to the ability of the audience. A distrust.

A good director is equally confident in his own work and his audience.

Xie Miaomiao went to the side to adjust his status, and it was Ke Yu's turn.

Like two students obediently coming to the dean to be scolded.

"I didn't join the show." Ke Yu played with an unlit cigarette between his fingers, and motioned, "Can I?"

Shang Lu nodded before he ignited it. While smoking, he heard Shang Lu ask: "Tell me what you think."

"He should be tense and tense at this time."

"anything else?"

"It wasn't written in the script. I think he should have already guessed some of it, and smelled the atmosphere of being manipulated, but he had to act when the arrow was on the string."

Shang Lu was noncommittal, and asked gently, with a feeling of encouragement: "So?"

"So..." Ke Yu thought under his questioning: "With his character, there is no such cowardly element of regret, I think, it should be..." He considered, looked up at Shanglu, sandwiched Forgot to smoke the cigarette: "Ruthless, and murderous."

"continue."

"However, in the Jianghu for more than ten years, Ye Sen has been indifferent to emotions, so these emotions just flashed by. When he faced the cards in his hand again, he put all his eggs in one basket and faced the bloody consequences. It sank but still broke the boat...he is not betting with this game, he is betting with fate."

Shang Lu raised his hand and patted his fallen forehead hair: "You don't need me to give dramas anymore."

The ability to interpret the script is part of an actor's acting skills, just like building the foundation of a skyscraper.In the past, Ke Yu lingered outside and couldn't get in. Until Shanglu helped him disassemble the characters in Lijiang, he has been consciously using his "questioning method" to exercise his reading ability ever since.He bought all the scripts that have been published in the market and reinterpreted them at home, and then compared them with the performances of those actors in the movie.

Ke Yu dusted off the cigarette ash, feeling a rare irritability in his heart: "I can't act well."

"I'm ready for NG until tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow."

Ke Yu was startled, a little self-mockery appeared in his eyes.

The studio over there has returned to its original position, Shang Lu raised his hand to signal to the assistant director, and finally said to Ke Yu: "This scene is done, you are the actor."

Putting his pocket in his pocket and leaning close to his ear, others looked at him with a serious face, thinking he was talking about business, but only Ke Yu heard his breath brushing his ears: "I haven't been a movie star yet, Mr. Ke. "

A burst of heat surged across Ke Yu's face, making him stabbed all over.Relying on the blind spot, Shang Lu gently touched Ke Yu's face and lips with his hand, "Don't be nervous."

The scene was moving again.

Ke Yu looked over his shoulder, lively and lively, everyone's face was focused, their eyes glowed, the dark and heavy camera was pushed on the track, and the huge and complicated lampshade came one after another. One lighted up, at the live radio station, the sound engineer walked lightly with a fluffy microphone, the camera assistant rolled up the sound-absorbing blanket, the assistant director clapped and shouted to the group performers, and the makeup artist raced against time to touch up Xie Miaomiao's makeup in a cheongsam——

This is the dream-making film industry, and this is the dream-making light and shadow art.

He fell in love with acting because he was immersed in the liveliness of the set.

Ke Yu's restless heart settled down, and she bent her lips: "Got it."

On your marks, the second shoot begins.

When the camera moved towards Keyu and stayed there for a long time, no one reacted - their director forgot to call the card.

Maybe he remembered, but he held the guide tube in his palm and didn't press it down. He stared at the monitor with deep eyes.The close-up has been pushed in place, Ke Yu is sitting with the backlight, behind him, there is a dense darkness, only his half body hidden behind the card table remains in the picture.He pressed the cards with both hands, and it was the moment when he was about to open but did not.

Ke Yu's eyes meet the camera.

Ye Sen's character, all the details are in this eye.His facial micro-expression changes very little. If you cover your eyes, you don't even know that this person has acted murderously, burst into grief, and returned to calm after being overwhelmed.

The director didn't call for a stop, and although the units knew it was over, they still didn't dare to act rashly.

The eyes continued inertially, showing a momentary confusion.

Maybe Ke Yu was wondering why he hadn't called to stop.

Immediately, he froze, and narrowed the end of his eyes almost bouncing nervously.

He realized that it was not time to let his guard down.

The assistant director, Old Xu, peeped from the side, and found that their director, who was always very good at controlling the scene and never changed his face when the mountains collapsed, was shaking slightly.

There was a sound of "click" on the ground, and all the units hadn't let go of their breath. Only the dangling guide tube was left in front of Lao Xu's eyes. Then he saw Shanglu striding towards Keyu desperately.The tracks and lines on the ground were messy, and he crossed these, shuttled through the complicated aircraft positions and lamps, and under the eyes of everyone—he hugged Ke Yu into his arms.

"——Damn it." Sheng Guoer exclaimed and shut up.

Xie Miaomiao also performed very well, but now under the lights, she seems like an outsider.

Ke Yu was completely stunned, Shang Lu's arms tightened, and he was about to cross the border. When he spoke, his lips almost brushed against his ears.

Ke Yu's ears turned red faithfully, and from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of someone holding up a mobile phone to take a picture, and the camera was still running, recording this moment.

"Very good," Shang Lu held his breath and paused, wondering if it was Ke Yu's illusion, he heard Shang Lu say again: "Very good." This time, his voice was almost choked.

Shanglu wanted to kiss him very much, kissed his ear, kissed his forehead, kissed his lips, except when he was watching the stars with the girl in Dali, he realized his missing and love for Keyu, there was no moment in his life where he could More unbearable than now.

It made him want to get out of the deliberately confined and restrained sea even more than now.

Ke Yu blinked slightly, then raised his hand hesitantly.

What he shouldn't have responded, at least, not with this loving hug.

He should just pat him on the back politely and brotherly, and smile to resolve the ambiguity.

Dozens of pairs of eyes stared at him. From the booing and kind smile to now, he became quiet a little belatedly, looking at each other, not daring to breathe.

Ke Yu closed her eyes, hugged Shanglu back, her arms were strong, intimate.