Stop fishing, can't stand it

Yan Qi: I was kicked.

Song Xueyan and Yan Qi's first scene was considered to be the highlight of the same frame in the early stage. He Songyun came down from the lounge to the set and sat behind the monitor screen.

Fang Zhouji ordered the teams to prepare, everything was ready, and the camera assistant was setting the stage.

Field 7, mirror 2, time 1.

Ming Yanchao and a group of dignitaries were drunk in the restaurant, and in order to avoid the eyes and ears, he allowed the young lady in the building to go back to the mansion with him.

On the long road, Yan Xi hung one arm on Yuan Mo's shoulder. He was a bit taller than Yuan Mo, fearing that it would make people unable to walk, so he secretly supported half of the weight.

Yuan Mo grabbed Yan Qi's arm with one hand and blocked his shoulder with the other, helping him to walk forward.Fang Zhouji yelled to stop without taking a few steps.

"Ming Yanchao is tall and has long legs. He has practiced kung fu since he was a child, and his body is full of muscles. Now he is in a state of drunkenness and fatigue. The young man is now a character of Ruoliu Fufeng, and he is like a grandfather walking in the park, leisurely. Xian. The support is too steady!" Fang Zhouji said, "Do it again."

The two went back to shoot again, this time Yan Qi didn't use any special force, and let himself act like a drunk and indulgent mud.Yuan Mo struggled to hold on, and when he staggered to the side, his shoes caught on the hem of his clothes, and he almost fell, but was pulled up by Yan Qi.

Fang Zhouji said: "You wear the gown like a floor-length skirt, and your flat shoes like the bottom of a flowerpot."

Yuan Mo apologized for the embarrassment, and Yan Qi turned around again, adjusted for a few minutes, and started again.

Halfway through, Yan Qi followed the script and made a drunken staggering gesture, but Yuan Mo's feet were sloppy and he didn't cooperate, and the two of them almost fell on the ground together.

Fang Zhouji had no expression on his face, "You guys are like this, have you had your physical examination this year?"

Yuan Mo glanced at Yan Qi, hesitated for two seconds, and said awkwardly, "I'm sorry, Director Fang, Teacher Xiaoyan is too tall, I couldn't hold on."

Outside the camera, Xiao Bing sat on a small stool next to Song Xueyan, muttering, "Is it my brother Xi's fault?"

Song Xueyan glanced over there, recalling the feeling of Yan Qi pressing on her body, it was indeed a bit heavy, but the height of 1.9 meters and the high muscle mass were not in vain, it should be this weight.

Fang Zhouji acted like a discerning person, "The first one, Xiaoyan put in all his effort to help you, but you didn't get into the mood. It was like taking a walk after dinner, and your mind was lost at home? The last two, he didn't make any effort, and you kept going." Can't live."

His tone was cold, "I told you before the filming started, leading and supporting roles must maintain their figure, and after being on camera, they must fit the character's character. Tang Wanbai gained ten catties, Jiang Xian lost twenty catties, Song Xueyan is fucking After jumping out of the coffin, you only eat but don’t exercise, and you only grow flesh but not strength. You are playing a young lady, not a middle-aged old bustard. You look in the mirror yourself to cover your fleshy face and swollen eyes , made a few discs of powder, and applied several layers of eye shadow!"

Not all actors are gifted in acting skills or beauty. God-given things cannot be forced, but everyone can have a good attitude and professionalism. Fang Zhouji believes that these are the basic qualities of practitioners.

One of the preparations actors should make before joining the group is to keep in shape, train their manners, and fit in with their roles, and it is obviously simpler than superb acting skills.If he is unwilling to do all this, how can he expect him to delve into the script?

Fang Zhouji hates those who can't act and have a bad attitude, so he immediately lowered his face, "You can shoot, but you can't shoot!"

People around watched, Fang Zhouji was merciless, and Yuan Mo's face turned blue when he scolded him.He was praised in the last crew, and the director smiled like a Maitreya Buddha, not to mention scolding and admonishing others, but he didn't even say a word to him.

Yuan Mo over there froze into a block of black charcoal, while Yan Qi was acting like a quail here, sneaking a glance at Song Xueyan who was leaning on the wooden chair, but unexpectedly the other party was looking at him.

Their eyes met, Song Xueyan's expression was calm, but Yan Qi was inexplicably agitated.

As soon as he came, Song Xueyan didn't think he was bad, did he?Also, Dao Fang can just pull and step, why did he say that Song Xueyan jumped out of the coffin, isn't this implicating the innocent?

The atmosphere on the set was stiff, and his mood was flying. He Songyun cleared his throat, "Adjust it, and do it again."

Fang Zhouji drooled, suppressed his anger, and waved for the stylist and make-up artist to come forward to tidy up the two of them.

He Songyun said: "I think Yuan Mo has not been in the right shape. If you really can't make it through, why don't you shoot the back first, and wait until later to make up for this shot."

In the back scene, Yan Qi was kicked and fell to the ground, rolled around on the ground, her hair and clothes should be dirty, so she couldn't go back to shoot the first scene, so she had to choose a later time to make up for it.But if it goes on like this, it will not only consume Yan Qi, but also affect his play with Song Xueyan.

Fang Zhouji thought for a few seconds, agreed, and said, "But if you choose to make up shots, I'll change people."

He Songjun said gently, "The drama is the most important thing."

Five minutes later, the two started all over again.This time Fang Zhouji didn't make a sound halfway, and didn't make a decision until he got to the front line, and passed.

Yan Qi breathed a sigh of relief, immediately withdrew his hand, and distanced himself from Yuan Mo.When he turned his head, he saw that Song Xueyan had got off the chair.

Song Xueyan wore a wide-sleeved gown of distant mountain purple, the inner collar was swallowtail green, and the white dark patterns on the bottom of the gown were restrained and warm, and the styles seemed to be pulled out of bamboo waves when they came out.Half of her long hair is tied up with a fine carved hairpin, and a jade belt wraps around her waist, which not only shows her noble status, but also circles her romantic waist.Before Yan Qi looked back, Song Xueyan came up to him, and even raised her hand to slap him in front of his eyes, her wrist was half exposed, her face was cold and white.

"Uh..." Yan Qi came back to his senses, inexplicably raised his head to look at the moon, and whispered, "Where's the jade bead string?"

Song Xueyan said: "Please hold the pancake for me."

Yan Qi glanced back, Xiao Bing was holding Song Xueyan's baby, and she really looked stupid.

"You don't have an assistant? Why give it to him?"

"No." Song Xueyan saw Yan Qi's surprise, and explained, "I only filmed, which saved me a lot of work. The related matters were handled by Han Dongling, and he could handle it with just me. When filming, if I If necessary, the crew will also call in temporary assistants."

Yan Qi glanced at Xiaobing who was still smiling like an idiot, and said seriously: "I also dismissed the assistant, right?"

Fang Zhouji shouted, "Stop talking, you two."

Prepare for each group, let the actors move to the corresponding positions, 7 scenes and 2 scenes, filming and assisting the board.

Ming Yanchao and Xiaowan were halfway there when someone suddenly walked out ahead.

Xiao Guan stopped, not knowing whether to advance or retreat, Ming Yanchao slowly raised his head halfway, and asked without opening his eyes: "Why don't you leave?"

Xiao Zhenyue neither smiled nor angry, showing a bit of coldness under the night moon.

Xiao Guan only dared to take a look, then timidly shrank into Ming Yanchao's arms, and said in a pinched voice, "There is a young master in front."

Ming Yanchao dodged back almost imperceptibly, exerted strength with his arms, took the opportunity to push the young man out, staggered a step forward, and said arrogantly: "Who dares to block my way?"

He leaned in front of Xiao Zhenyue and stared at him with his head tilted. Xiao Zhenyue's eyelids were half-lidded, and he let him swallow him alive with his eyes.Suddenly, Ming Yanchao stretched out his hands to pinch Xiao Zhenyue's face, turned around and glanced at Xiao Guan, and smiled frivolously, "The clusters of flowers and willows are no match for a handful of Leng Yue, this is truly stunning."

Xiao Guan glanced at Xiao Zhenyue, showing unwillingness and fear.

Ming Yanchao turned back, still pinching Xiao Zhenyue's face, the other hand dishonestly touched his waist, and said wildly: "The beauty in that building, do you want to go back to the mansion with your son?" ?”

Touching this waist was like rubbing the clouds, half-embracing Song Xueyan in his arms, the familiar fragrance of flowers and trees rushed into his breath vigorously, Yan Xi felt as if he was really drunk, so smoky, The bottom of the feet is floating.

The tip of the nose was almost touching Song Xueyan's side face, but Song Xueyan didn't notice it.

Yan Qi's Adam's apple rolled, and he took this neglect as laissez-faire, he hesitated, tangled up, the tip of his nose touched Song Xueyan's side face, and rubbed it awkwardly.

This action was not included in the script. Fang Zhouji looked at the monitor screen and didn't shout to stop.

Ming Yanchao was just pretending to be drunk, it's not that he didn't recognize the person in front of him as Xiao Zhenyue, he disguised himself as a debauched drunkard, and also took the opportunity to show a little bit of intimacy.Yan Qi's action aggravates his own sense of debauchery, and it is also in line with the character's mood and purpose.

Although it has been released a little bit, it is still within the scope of free adjustment based on the premise of being "drunk".

He Songyun held the water glass, his eyes fixed on Song Xueyan's face.

Song Xueyan's ears have turned red since she was hugged around her waist, and now she is even more flooded by this sudden movement. This is Xiao Zhenyue's veiled response to Ming Yanchao, and it is his gurgling love hidden under the immovable mountain. .

Emotions can be concealed and faked, but the natural reaction at the first time cannot deceive people.Xiao Zhenyue is like this, and so is Song Xueyan.

After not hearing a sound for a while, Ming Yanchao threatened: "Huh?"

Xiao Zhenyue was forced to raise her chin, and still stared at him, her gaze was condescending, cold and piercing.Ming Yanchao paused, as if he suddenly woke up, "You—"

Before he could finish speaking, Xiao Zhenyue finally couldn't bear it anymore, she stretched out her leg suddenly and tripped him to the ground!

His back hit the ground heavily, and without waiting for Ming Yanchao to fight back, Xiao Zhenyue stepped forward quickly, lifted his foot, and stepped on his face suddenly.The hem of the light-colored robe lifted and twirled, like an open flower, Ming Yanchao blocked it with both arms, and was kicked hard on his wrist.

The soft hem of the clothes flicked by, Yan Xi felt itchy on the back of his hand, quickly staggered his palms, held Song Xueyan's calf with his right hand, and at the same time turned his head so that this foot stepped on the floor next to his face.This hand felt real, like sparks were flying all the way, Yan Xi's palm was so hot and numb.

Xiao Guan screamed in shock, "Shi—"

Xiao Zhenyue raised her head suddenly, Xiao Guan seemed to be grabbed by the throat, covered her mouth in panic, froze on the spot and dared not move.Xiao Zhenyue withdrew her gaze and said softly, "Get lost."

"Yes, yes!" Xiao Guan took a quick look at Ming Yanchao, and ran away with his coat half torn.

Ming Yanchao let out a quick laugh, "Your Highness is very skilled."

"Your Majesty is in a good mood." As the words fell, Xiao Zhenyue exerted force on her leg, which strongly shook Kaiming Yanchao's arm.

Ming Yanchao put his palm on the ground and wanted to get up, but Xiao Zhenyue kicked him back and stepped on his chest.

This kick was firm, Yan Qi lay on the ground, breathing slightly anxiously.He raised his head, Song Xueyan was condescending, staring at him.

Seen from this angle, Song Xueyan's chin is slightly pointed, her lips are tightly pursed, and her brows and eyes are gloomy.But the tip of Yan Qi's nose still remembered the softness and delicateness of Song Xueyan's side face, and the feeling of touching that amputated limb was still left in the palm of his hand. He peeked out a few different styles in this piercing coldness.

"Your Highness, be careful." He stroked the white boots on his chest with his palm, with a half-smile, "Don't step on me."

The author says:

晚上睡不着，白天睡不醒，倦了。感谢在2022-05-2816:58:50-2022-05-2917:51:54期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!