The giant is me

"Cut!" Jiang Jianshan said again, ruthlessly interrupting the actor's performance.

This is No. 13 times. Although according to the current technology, the loss of funds for this repeated shooting has been minimized, but all the actors and crew will inevitably feel tired.

Tang Shan turned over and sat up, took the cloth, wiped off the blood on his face, and waited for the staff to come and put on makeup for him to recover.

He lowered his head, put his hands on his knees, panted lightly, and the pressure was like a mountain on his shoulders - there was still no way to match Qiao Song's performance.

Qiao Song didn't have the mood to smile anymore, and sat beside him, half-closed his eyes and rested his mind.

"It was closer to the requirements during the ninth shooting," Jiang Jianshan concluded after comparing the materials of several shootings for a moment, "Qiao Song, next time, you should relax a little bit and weaken your sense of existence."

Tang Shan raised his head suddenly, his lips twitched, and after seeing the fatigue on the staff's face, he silently swallowed the words he was about to blurt out.

"No need." A person spoke out for him.

Tang Shan watched Zhibai approaching, his long silver hair was gently blown by the wind, his expression was still indifferent as before, his light and boneless hand fell on his shoulder like a feather: "My artist doesn't need others Jean, give him three days, and you guys can shoot other clips first."

"How can it be so fast..." Jiang Jianshan muttered, and exchanged a glance with Zhibai, the tyrant who has always dominated the set was inexplicably short, "Then only give him three days."

Zhibai saw the news of the light brain constantly popping up, and knew that Jiang Jianshan, who was protecting the cub, came to intercede, and didn't want to put too much pressure on this piece of rough jade, so as not to over-polish it and lose its aura, he ignored it and said: "Let's go. "

Tang Shan stood up immediately, stepped on the aircraft, and quickly returned to his residence.

They just happened to shoot in a natural star, and built multiple scene buildings needed for shooting in the uninhabited wilderness, and the residences of the staff and actors were huts built with special materials by the lake.

The physical books that Zhibai bought were stacked on the side of the table, almost at the same height as the table, and the soft artificial sunlight fell, shining golden light.

Tang Shan stands in the very center of the room, and the mini camera honestly surrounds him, feeding back all the details of his expressions and movements on the light screen in 360 degrees without dead ends.

Facing the mirror, the boy lowered his voice, with a sly look on his face announcing a mysterious event: "He is watching you."

Immediately afterwards, Tang Shan shook his head and rejected this version of the design. On a whim, he showed a faint smile, as if sending the Lord's blessing: "He is watching you."

It seemed better this way, and he rewound the rendition and played it again, reviewing the way he breathed, the changes in pitch, the rise and fall of the muscles in his face.

He tried to control himself, repeating the previous template: "He is watching you."

When Zhibai walked in with a bound book, he saw his artist, who was full of blood and revived, circling happily, kneeling on a chair: "Brother Bai, look at this."

He rehearsed himself dozens of times, almost becoming a muscle-memory expression, and repeated it.

However, there was no sign of appreciation on Zhibai's face, the cold expression always made Tang Shan wonder if this is a sculpture made of ice and snow: "Not good."

"Why?" Tang Shan exclaimed in surprise.

Zhibai looked around the room: "You practiced in front of the holographic mirror."

Tang Shan: "I found a relatively better way to practice muscle movements in front of the mirror several times."

"That's the problem," Zhibai looked straight into his eyes, "There is only indifference in your eyes, you can make your movements meticulous, but the audience can't feel Carlos' feelings."

The boy couldn't help curling his lips, and the dull hair on the top of his head seemed to droop.

"An electronic actor is a deformed monster synthesized from the performances of most people. It is an excellent template. Once it is carved, it can be reproduced accurately-raise your hands when you are extremely sad, and smile with your lips covered when you are shy. "," Zhibai said lightly, "All the flashy performances of famous masters in history can also be recorded meticulously by it. It does not require any emotional understanding. As long as there is a suitable set of action patterns, it can be absolutely accurate. .”

The man's light gray eyes were like thick ice curtains, reflecting the young man's bewildered face: "Are you planning to turn a living person into a monster like an electronic actor?"

Tang Shan immediately disarmed: "Then what should I do?"

Zhibai approached him, stretched out his hand and touched his heart: "Remember, you are a real person who can establish a connection with the character. You have to get close to your character, understand your character, and resonate with him. At one point, you were him."

Tang Shan asked: "I can observe a real person, understand him, and imitate him, but how can I understand a unique person, what is a fictional person like?"

"Hold the cheat book," Zhibai handed him the things in his hand, which contained his mental journey of writing this character, "preset the scene, follow the path he walked, and you will be him."

"It's just," he crossed his legs, offering a final warning, "you have to dig out the emotions of the characters yourself, not become a pawn of the director."

Tang Shan rolled up the cheat book: "Then what about the screenwriter?"

"I am happy to change the script for the actors, so as to get close to the characters' sincere emotions." Zhibai finally showed a faint smile, "Because you are the ones who inject soul into the characters."

Inject soul into the character.

In the middle of the night, Tang Shan closed the cheat book, and suddenly, this sentence came to mind.

He stood up, walked to the mirror, and looked at the person in the mirror.

It was a pretty handsome boy, his hair was like shredded sunlight, his eyes were like a calm blue sky, even though he looked tired, it seemed that he was about to laugh happily in the next second.

Growing up carefree, likable, bright and firm, Tang Shan flashed many adjectives in his mind, then dimmed the lights, and changed his description according to his own ideas.

Carlos, he is a person who bears blood and deep hatred, so his eyes must not be so bright, to imagine that he has an enemy, to imagine the burden that weighs on his heart day and night.

I have powerful enemies, not one person, nor a group, I am a dark cloud over an entire era.

Hatred is like a snake, hatred is like a wolf, biting my blood and bones, drinking my bone marrow, and occupying my soul.

It was still the same face in the mirror, still as handsome as Apollo, but the eyes were darkened, the muscles of the face were consciously tensed into a firm arc, and the eyebrows were unconsciously furrowed.

Tang Shan seemed to split into two bodies in an instant. On the one hand, he let his instinct lead him into the role, and on the other hand, he was examining himself clearly.

No, it's not just that.

He paces the room, and this story is not one of thin revenge.

"Exorcism", what is this demon?

In addition to the deep-rooted hatred in Carlos, there should be another thing.

Tang Shan sat down and carefully read the mental journey of the characters entrusted to him by the screenwriter. He turned over page after page, as if walking in the long river of time, watching a personality slowly take shape.

Here, what was he thinking at that time?Did he get something out of it?

Tang Shan's fingers rested on a simple and rough line of description: "Carlos smelled the smoke in the room, smelled the burning smell of his wife being roasted crackling, and his mother gradually lost her voice. He was like a lamb, being beaten Driven by the whip of God, he ran around until he fell into a lake as gentle as the mother's amniotic fluid—for a moment on the brink of suffocation, he thought death was the final destination. However, he came back."

After genetic modification, interstellar people can endure extremely high temperature and low temperature, as well as hypoxic and radiation environments. If you experience it, it seems that there is no problem?

Unexpectedly, he stood up, opened the main panel, turned off all the alarm devices in the individual room, then walked to the wine cabinet, took out several bottles of strong wine that the director gave when he switched on the machine, opened them one by one, and poured them on his body , on the pile of papers by the table, the smell of alcohol filled the space.

The light brain automatically displayed a fire warning, which was turned off by Tang Shan casually. He took out the lighter for decoration, and it worked, so he lit the fire.

It was just a small flame at the beginning, but it jumped into a huge flame in an instant, and the tongue of the flame was hesitating, ready to move, and the moment Tang Shan stretched out his sleeve, it swept up.

According to the general physical fitness of interstellar people, they can keep their skin intact under the high-temperature flame for 3 minutes. Tang Shan's light brain timer has already started, and he himself is completely immersed in the role under the extremely high temperature of the flame.

In a daze, he seemed to be face to face with Carlos, meeting those panicked and painful eyes. It was the pain of the chick when the wings that protected him were about to collapse, and it was also doubting and questioning.

Tang Shan asked: "What are you thinking?"

Carlos: "Come and see."

He seemed to smell the burning smell of protein, and was immediately pushed by his mother to step over the flames, and the shelter fell down. He faced life and death in a small space, and punished them with unparalleled strength. All he could do was escape.

escape!

He stumbled towards the place with the lowest temperature, jumped out of the window, fell from the extreme scorching heat into the piercing freezing cold, the water swept up, annihilated the flames, and then began to devour the human body, pouring in through every hole. □□Among them.

He was not angry, he began to struggle, but he was unable to break free from this soft and tough embrace, and the god of death was smiling, waiting for the bruised and bruised child to return home.

Fall, fall, fall.

After falling into the impossibly deep darkness, he widened his eyes and saw a beam of extremely bright light, countless phantoms flashed by, and music that did not belong to the world rang in his ears.

Everything was strung together in the dark, the corners of his mouth rose wildly, and then turned into an uncontrollable laugh.

This is the apocalypse.

The sound of the fire alarm spread throughout the crew within 1 minute of the fire, and the staff immediately became vigilant. What was faster than them was the built-in fire safety system. Before the flame spread completely, the entire house was extinguished with cold water.

However, people just breathed a sigh of relief when they saw their protagonist jump into the lake without hesitation.

"Save people!" Jiang Jianshan instantly forgot about the automatic rescue mechanism in the lake, took off his coat on the spot, and was about to jump into the lake to retrieve the male protagonist who had finally found it.

"Director!" "Don't be impulsive!" "There are rescue robots in the lake!"

A series of screams sounded, and the little assistant turned the tide, hugging his waist, and dragged the director who was almost transformed into his original form back from the lake.

Jiang Jianshan was even more excited: "Zhibai!"

"His manager will be here soon," the little assistant comforted, suddenly feeling something was wrong, "Didn't you just get here!"

A person next to him: "Director Zhibai...he seems to have passed by directly."

At this moment, the waves splashed, and the rising mechanical aircraft grabbed Tang Shan's shoulders and fished him out. Zhibai stood on the cockpit, frowning visibly to the naked eye, his cold expression was completely broken, and he roared: " What are you doing!"

Tang Shan was still reminiscing about the inspiration just now, looked up to the manager, and immediately became excited, his tail behind him was exposed and swayed back and forth: "Brother Bai, I know how to act now! Do as you said!"

Tang Xiaoying: ...

Very good, third brother, you are gone.