I thought I was a jerk

The progress of the crew has been advancing with a fairly good trend.

The filming of this part of Xiao Houye was much smoother than Director Yun had imagined, so much so that he walked lightly and hummed a song these days, and rarely cursed.He simply prepared to shoot all the scenes of Lord An Xiaohou in one go - if he didn't like it, he could change the script in time.

Although he didn't expect much from Xue Ci's next performance, Director Yun still patiently called the two to perform.

Mainly to tell Xue Ci, Gao Yingying can be regarded as a companion.

"...This part of the plot has a relatively big emotional turn." Director Yun said calmly, "You know very well that you are in a dead end, and the possibility of you surviving is very small, but sister may be able to escape from death. So although you are very scared, at this time, you still take on the responsibility of the young master of the Hou Mansion. You are very fearless, heroic, self-sacrificing, and you are the protector of the Hou Mansion. But under this aspect...you are still afraid Yes. It still has the traits of the young master's coquettishness, the fear of death, and the side that is reluctant to let go of the elder sister."

Director Yun gave him time to digest, "Look for this feeling more."

Xue Ci took the script and nodded obediently: "Yes."

Regardless of whether Xue Ci could grasp it, Gao Yingying was a little confused.

She had acted in this scene with the former Xiaohouye actor before.The definition of this scene is the same as that of the other side: this is a scene in which the little lord An Qiu really grows up, from an innocent family member who doesn’t know the world to become a pillar. tears.

The previous actor performed this layer of image transformation very well, and the people who sacrificed to perform in the play were full of enthusiasm and extremely tragic.Although Director Yun was still dissatisfied, both he and Gao Yingying knew very well that the cut of this clip must be very sensational and make people cry.

But Director Yun seems to mean more than letting Xue Ci shape the aspect of "fearless and fearless".

Gao Yingying thought about the script for a while. In fact, she has already mastered this part of the scene, and doing it again is to revisit and find the feeling.But at this time, she saw Xue Ci who took away the script and performed a non-physical performance with a small range of movements. Suddenly, her heart moved, and she leaned over and said, "Shall we rehearse first?"

She intended to help Xue Ci audition.

Young Master Xue immediately pulled out of the acting state, and he glanced at Gao Yingying, that look seemed to have a little mist in his eyes, washing the black eyeballs extremely clean and beautiful, and he seemed a little seductive for a while.Gao Yingying was in a daze for a moment, as if she heard a violent heartbeat at that moment, but in the next second, Xue Ci's cold and indifferent voice pulled her out of that wonderful reverie.

"Then thank you for your hard work."

Gao Yingying didn't answer for a moment.

Xue Ci slightly raised his head, his eyes were full of doubts: "Sister Gao?"

Only then did Gao Yingying let out a "huh", and she looked at Xue Ci's eyes again, the eyes were still clear, the deceptive mist just now was an illusion from a certain angle.She was still a little embarrassed, and hurriedly turned her face away: "Let's start..."

But it didn't work out.

Director Yun was in a hurry. As soon as the scene was set, they were asked to prepare for makeup, change costumes, and try out positions. There was no time for the two of them to play against each other, and they were forced to start filming.

The young master's clothes changed from fine and luxurious brocade clothes to strong clothes that constricted his figure.Without the previous expensive and beautiful accessories, the color matching is not the previous big bright colors, only occasionally decorated with some dark silk threads.Instead, it was replaced with a large piece of dark blue and black fabric, covered with a large area of ​​dark scarlet prop blood, as if the whole person was fished out of a sea of ​​blood from a mountain of corpses, full of blood.

Even makeup.

Dried scarlet blood was smeared on the incomparably fair skin, from the corners of the eyes to the lips, even a little blood oozes from the tip of the hair.The cheeks were painted with extremely realistic burn scars, forming a very conflicting visual perception on that extremely thick and beautiful face.

In terms of image alone, no one is more satisfied with Director Yun than Xue Ci.

He originally thought that Xue Ci was only suitable for adorning gold and silver, and for the image of a noble family.But I didn't expect that wearing a strong outfit can actually bring out a neat figure and temperament, which is quite suitable.And the makeup made him even more satisfied. Even though the image in the play is that the face is burned, it does not damage the beautiful side of the little duke, but instead smashes the beauty to pieces, which makes people feel extremely distressed after watching.Presumably when the audience watches it, they will also feel turmoil in their hearts because of this, and feel extremely distressed and regretful.

It just fits some of Yun Dao's bad habits.

Just looking at Xue Ci's face, he felt that today's filming satisfaction has directly increased by ten satisfaction points.

Everything is ready.

Director Yun slapped the slate, and his voice was clear: "action!"

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An Feng passed through heavy fires, and the door lintel was so burned that the original shape could not be seen. All the glory was completely annihilated in this fire that destroyed corpses and wiped out traces.But An Feng didn't seem to see anything, she didn't see the precious buildings that had been reduced to ashes, she couldn't feel the scorching heat approaching her side, like a wandering soul sealed in the body of a puppet, she pursed her lips tightly , passing through the unbridled, endless flames.

Then she began to discover that besides the scorched corpses burned by the flames, more of them fell on the ground, with bloodstained blades, countless sharp steel knives, and gurgling blood. The corpse with the knife wound was evaporated by the heat again.

All of this was like an arrow, splitting An Feng's head and soul, making her in agony.

This is no accident.

This is murder.

It's silence.

She started to run forward crazily, the dangerously falling beam and the flames burning on it seemed to swallow her tiny body.And she rushed forward recklessly, but was suddenly held by someone's hand in one place——

An Feng's hairs were almost standing on end at that moment, her face was expressionless, the knife at her waist was unsheathed almost in the blink of an eye, and she turned around very neatly to kill... Immediately afterwards, her movements stopped.She couldn't even hold the knife anymore, tremblingly, she wanted to hug the person in front of her, but she froze on the spot in such panic and helplessness.

It was An Qiu who held her back.

The clothes on the young master's body were almost soaked in blood, and it was difficult to distinguish whether it was his blood or someone else's blood.He pulled his sister, and when he noticed An Feng's stiffness, he smiled reassuringly, and then gently hugged An Feng who was holding the knife.

The blood on his body rubbed onto An Feng's body almost instantly.So the little lord blinked innocently, and took out the handkerchief from his sleeve leisurely, and gently wiped the dirt on An Feng's face.

Just like every day before.

An Feng was speechless.

An Qiu comforted her: "Sister, don't be afraid, don't be afraid."

"Don't go either."

"Don't go forward."'

"An Qiu." An Feng paused for a while, his voice extremely hoarse.Her face was still calm, but her eyes were darkened, as if she couldn't let in the light: "What's going on."

She held her younger brother's hand backhand, and the fingers of both of them were as cold as corpses. She snapped, "Tell sister, what's going on!"

An Qiu's pretended calm demeanor had disappeared.

He stared closely at his sister, the blood and burning scars on his face made him look like a ghost crawling out of hell: "If I can survive, I will definitely tell you."

"Leave here now." He gently pushed An Feng in the outward direction. The force was very light, but it contained an undeniable resistance: "Let's go."

An Feng wanted to say something, but her ears were keenly aware of a certain sound—the sound of armor rubbing, the sound of a weapon unsheathing, which made the blood flow in her whole body so fast that it seemed It was about to boil, as if it was about to be steamed by this scorching flame.She gripped the knife tighter, but was pushed by An Qiu again.

The little marquis said in a low voice: "They are chasing after me, they are here to look for me."

"I am the heir to the throne," An Qiu said softly, "They will not let me go."

An Feng is like falling into an ice cave.

But after saying this, An Qiu's eyes seemed to light up: "Sister, you are different, you have to survive."

He squeezed An Feng's shoulder tightly. In the past, the young master had never pressed his eldest sister's shoulder so forcefully, and even brought pain that seemed to penetrate the shoulder blade with such strength: "I know, people in the world You despise women so much, but sister is the sky in my heart, from today onwards, you are the only descendant, the only bloodline, and the only inheritance of the Hou family."

The little Hou Ye tremblingly said: "Sister, I believe in you, you want to avenge the Hou Mansion, and hate your parents."

"And I."

"Avenge me."

An Feng's face was as pale as a ghost, she fixedly looked at An Qiu: "...I can't."

"An Qiu, you have to learn to bear these by yourself."

She grabbed An Qiu's wrist with her backhand, and used a coaxing tone, just like every time she lied to An Qiu to go home to study and practice martial arts when she was a child, "I'm better than you, I will hold them back, you run away More likely."

"They won't let me go."

The rustling sounds of the armor were getting closer, but An Qiu was calmer than before.His eyes were extremely bright, and the hand holding An Feng no longer trembled as before.His fingertips were steady and powerful, and under the skin was the surging blood belonging to the heirs of the Hou family.He stared at An Feng quietly, with deep sadness in his eyes: "I'm sorry, sister. I can't bear it either, and I don't want you to live alone and be tortured by hatred day and night."

"But I really hate it." When An Qiu said this, his eyes seemed to ooze blood, and he said softly, "I can't hold on anymore."

"Only you can help me."

He let go of the hand that was holding An Feng's shoulder tightly, and almost sternly said, "Go!"

Immediately afterwards, he turned around quite decisively and walked deeper into the fire scene.An Feng heard his insolent voice resounding in the middle of the fire after exhausting his inner strength: "Crafter! I'm here!"

An Feng is a very calm and rational person.

Even though her painful soul was about to be split in two, her reason still urged her to hide her figure and leave immediately, but she still couldn't help but glanced into the depths of the fire from a distance.

She never knew that her spoiled younger brother, her younger brother who played cats and dogs all day long as if he had never been serious, turned out to be so good at kung fu.

An Qiu's strong attire has added new blood. He inherited the sword technique from the old Hou Ye. I don't know when he practiced it so well. It's almost like the ghost of the Lord of the Underworld. He can harvest a life with just raising his hand.

He is also completely unafraid of the shadows of swords and swords falling on him, like a lunatic who knows neither pain nor life, he is extremely arrogant, especially when he can hear his sarcasm, as if he can handle it with ease, in front of him is just a rat who can't hurt him at all .

Even if An Feng knew it, it was for himself.

An Qiu wanted to tell himself that he was not afraid.

"The eunuch." The young master's voice channeled his inner strength, and Shi Po resounded in his ears like a shock: "You can't kill me even if you kill me."

"I will come back." Little Hou Ye said word by word, "I will take revenge."

"I will be attached to you and your master, one by one, to be ashes."

An Qiu's voice was full of hostility, and those words were like curses, with a bloody meaning.

An Feng heard it.

She wants to live.

She just has to live.

She wants to come back like An Qiu, to avenge him, to burn his ashes.

She's almost gone.

But at the last moment, An Feng thought tremblingly that she wanted to take another look at her brother.

She turned her head.

It was at this moment that she saw the corners of An Qiulue's red eyes, and that bloody face was washed away by a tear.

She saw An Qiu's blurred expression and her tightly pursed lips.

At that moment, An Feng's mind was shaken, his whole body seemed to be chopped off from the top of his head by a wedge, and his soul was shattered by severe pain at that moment.

Her younger brother didn't grow up overnight.

Ever since seeing her, An Qiu has been extremely calm, with a resolute expression, fearless to death.

It seems that in a very short period of time, he stripped away the softness of the part of his body that was acting like a baby with his elder sister, and became a cold and firm Marquis of the Hou Mansion, who can support the century-old inheritance of the Hou Mansion The little prince.

But it doesn't.

An Qiu was afraid.

He was still afraid, still wanted to ask for help, and still wanted to hide behind his sister like every time before.

But he pretended to be very good, and even deceived his sister who was connected by blood and was very close.

An Feng kept him there forever.

She escaped.

An Feng was picked up by her loyal subordinates, and her name was kept anonymous. The subordinates told her that she had already arranged her whereabouts and would temporarily stay in a Taoist temple... An Feng seemed to have lost her soul, her face was extremely pale and expressionless, like a Tao Su's puppet, but there was extremely deep despair suppressed in his eyes. When his subordinate couldn't help asking her gently again, An Feng glanced at him, and cried bitterly at that moment.

The subordinate was stunned.

- "cut."

In fact, everyone was stunned.

There is no such paragraph in the script.

Obviously the filming has been completed, but Gao Yingying is still immersed in the scene, shedding tears slowly, looking extremely sad and painful, unable to get out.

The staff looked around in a daze, not knowing what to do.Even when Gao Yingying's assistant came to deliver water, she was still sobbing, but her voice was a little softer.

Director Yun looked at her silently, thought for a while and asked Xue Ci to be brought over, and comforted him rather perfunctorily: "Okay, okay, your brother is here, don't cry."

Xue Ci probably encountered such a situation for the first time. He got into the carriage, squatted down, and wanted to touch Gao Yingying but didn't know how to do it.In the end, he just patted her on the shoulder lightly, and said softly and vaguely: "Sister Gao?...Sister? I'm here."

This sentence is really strangely useful.

Gao Yingying, who had been weeping silently, suddenly raised her head, her eyes stared at Xue Ci for a long time, and then she suddenly reached out to hug him, and her emotions gradually calmed down.

After Gao Yingying was completely out of the scene, she looked up at the countless crew members facing her in a panic, the little assistants with worried faces... and Xue Ci who was looking at her gently in front of her, His face turned red all of a sudden, and he was very embarrassed.

"Sorry for causing trouble to everyone." Gao Yingying wiped away her tears, "It's a joke. I've always been an experienced actor, so sometimes it happens like this. Didn't it scare everyone?"

No one taunted her, Xue Ci thought for a while, took out the scarf in his sleeve, and handed it to Gao Yingying—it was the prop used in the play just now, it was very clean.

Gao Yingying looked at the props, her eyes were sore again, she quickly refused, jokingly said: "I'm afraid I'll cry even more after wiping and wiping, so let's save the props team some trouble."

After this little commotion, the emotionless filming machine director Yun sat back in front of the camera, checking the footage just shot.

No matter how you think about it, there is only one word to describe it.

"Absolutely."

Director Yun raised his head now, and looked at Xue Ci differently.

Originally, he only thought that the other party, Xiaohou Ye, acted well, because of the good casting, because of the role, and because Xue Ci himself was a bit spiritual, but Director Fang had seen many actors like this, and the biggest problem was homogeneity, or You can only play the same role, the role chooses him, not him.

But the scene just now completely overturned Director Yun's opinion!

He even finally had a real feeling that the previous little lord might be "acted out".

The expressions, emotions, and details are all unique.It's not that there are unclear and not enough places, but Director Yun didn't call cut.He is very clear that those close-up shots can be taken later, and he can't interrupt the hearty atmosphere of this one-shot, the kind of enthusiasm that puts his whole body into it.Even as a director, he forgot to observe the shooting with a critical eye at a certain moment, but was brought into the plot as a bystander and enjoyer.

This is a kind of dereliction of duty and a dangerous manifestation, but Director Yun is too excited, because almost no one can make him forget his mind like this.He looked at the crew members who were close to him, some of them even had slightly red eyes, as if they had also shed tears just now, and he knew that he had made the right bet.

There are many people with good acting skills, but Xue Ci's horror lies in his extraordinary appeal, which is irreplaceable.

Director Yun, who is in a good mood, is going to leave work early and go back to watch a few more movies.When he announced the end of work, the crew was actually not very interested, probably because of the influence of the scene just now.

And Gao Yingying came to apologize embarrassingly, and asked if she should work overtime to make up the scene after her - she shouldn't be crying at that time.

In this play, the heroine An Feng did not cry.She has always been extremely strong, even appearing extremely cold.

Director Yun thought for a while, and said firmly, "No, let's do it like this."

"It's good to cry a little bit, it's more human." Director Yun said seriously, "That's right. This is not only the change point of An Qiu's image, but also the change point of An Feng's image."