360 degrees being pursued manual [entertainment circle]

The director had already called the card, but the set was silent for a long time.

The chests of all the staff watching the scene seemed to be torn by a hand, not heart-piercing, but dull and long-lasting.

Xiao Yan adjusted well, and he resumed his usual expression immediately after the scene.

That is, no expression.

But he recovered, no one else did, until he was sitting on a stool waiting for Xiao Liu to remove his makeup. The sensual makeup artist was still wiping his eyes with a tissue and sniffing his nose while wiping, which was also very exaggerated.

Even when Xiao Liu was removing Xiao Yan's make-up from his hands, he was still asking, "The person he loves clearly hopes that he can live a good life and become a fairy, so why does Xuanyang want to lose his soul?"

Xiao Yan couldn't answer this question either.

After dinner last night, Chen Liang disassembled and talked about today's scene for nearly three hours, which made today's achievement a one-shot event.

However, even so, the finished product is not what Chen Liang originally wanted.

Director Chen's original words are: "Xuanyang has been obsessed with resurrecting Ming Wan for 1000 years, and when Ming Wan is unwilling to resurrect, his world will also be broken. You have to act out this sense of broken world."

Xiao Yan: "...What is the sense of world fragmentation?"

Chen Liang: "It is the sense of connection between illusion and reality."

Xiao Yan: "...What is the sense of connection between illusion and reality?"

Chen Liang: "It is the feeling of waking up from a dream that has been self-hypnotized for 1000 years."

Xiao Yan: "...how do you express the feeling of waking up from a dream?"

Chen Liang: "It's the sense of brokenness in the world... No, why did it come back again? You said that you are a young man who is usually transparent, why are you so rotten today?"

Xiao · Dead wood cannot be carved · Yan: "...so how should we express it specifically?"

Chen Liang discussed with the screenwriter Yang for a while, and then looked at Xiao Yan with a look of "you have such poor comprehension, I can only relax the request",

He said directly: "Just focus on expressing the silent grief of the death of a loved one, and the confusion of having no purpose."

Then the naive director Chen asked Xiao Yan to perform again with encouraging eyes.

The results are touching.

Chen Liang rolled his eyes: "The grief of a dead lover! Do you know what the grief of a dead lover is? How could it be like this? You have to experience and bring that feeling. Okay, let's do it again."

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Chen Liang: "No, why can't I find the feeling? I am heartbroken! Your silence is silence, but what I want is silent grief, not a silent expressionless face. You have to express grief in silence. You know? Grief!"

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Chen Liang: "It's not Xiao Yan, tell me honestly, is it true that you have never been in love once when you grow up?"

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Chen Liang: "Okay, don't talk about it, I know you must have never talked about it. So why am I here to explain to you a mother-fetal single dog what is the grief of losing a lover?!"

Xiao, a single dog in two lifetimes, and Tai Fu are speechless.

In the end, Yangming stopped them from hurting each other.

The screenwriter Yang persuaded Director Chen in this way: "Since Xiao Yan is not used to emotional dramas, we can use our strengths to avoid weaknesses. Anyway, the character of Xuanyang is not only infatuated, but we can take it lightly. Dig deep into other levels. For example, after losing Ming Wan, the only connection with the world, his loneliness, his death, and his lack of concern..."

So under the guiding ideology of the screenwriter, there is today's finished product.

Director Chen, who had always been the next best thing to do, also put away the bad face when he saw the finished product, which was more contagious, more touching, and more heart-wrenching than he expected, and smiled again.

He also gathered other people together and organized a ten-minute farewell party.

By the way, I will give you a happy education: "Your rendering ability and ability to impress the audience are very strong, but the emotional drama is a short board. You must train well when you go back. Next time, we will cooperate again if there are suitable roles. It’s time to stop emotional drama.”

Taifu Xiao... Taifu Xiao accepted Chen Liang's suggestion with a strange mood, and got into the car where his manager came to pick him up.

It never occurred to him that two lifetimes of self-discipline would become a bad thing.

have to say.

Being an actor is indeed a challenging profession.

Assistant Xiao Han went back to the company first. Zhao Ji knew that he was very tired recently, so he didn't talk to him, leaving enough room for rest.

In the silent atmosphere of the car, Xiao Yan thought of the role he had just played.

Although Xuanyang is endowed with deep personal characteristics, making his feelings more restrained, deep and hidden from the outside, but under this restraint, there is no doubt that Xuanyang loves Ming Wan deeply.

——No matter this kind of deep love is obsession or anything else.

It reminded him of his previous life.

In the memory of her previous life, there was also a girl who raised her head and said she wanted to marry him.

That is Princess Changle, the younger sister of the emperor's first mother.

After being rejected by Xiao Yan because of his weak health and longevity, Changle told him, "I will not marry anyone else in my life except you, and I will just waste with you like this. As long as you don't marry a wife for a day, it will not be over."

A beautiful, noble and infatuated princess, even the most indifferent person, should be a little moved by being so unmarried.

But Xiao Yan was probably naturally ruthless. Since then, he has turned a blind eye to that princess, and has not heard of it.

But in this strange time and space, when people say that he lacks emotional investment, he suddenly thinks of Changle back then.

He was thinking, like, or love, what kind of feeling is it?

But Xiao Yan was only curious about this question for a moment. It is impossible for him to try it out of curiosity, so curiosity is just curiosity.

Passing by a famous food street, Zhao Ji originally wanted to stop to improve Xiao Yan's food, but Xiao Yan suddenly said: "Don't stop. Someone is following you."

Zhao Ji was startled, and hurriedly looked in the rearview mirror, only to see a steady stream of vehicles. He looked carefully, and almost thought his eyes were cross-eyed, and the manager didn't recognize anyone who was following them. Said: "You can't read it wrong, right? There are so many cars, how did you find someone following you?"

After arriving, the ex-soldier and current assistant, Zhou Porridge, who didn't say a few words, said: "Someone is following, 20 meters to the left, black Santana."

Zhao Ji: "Really?!"

He knew that Zhou Congee was a veteran, so he had no doubts about what he said.

In fact, Zhou Congee was also surprised. This was a street with a lot of traffic, not late at night when there were few vehicles. As an artist who had not received special training, the employer was able to find out that someone was following him, and his level of care was extraordinary.

Xiao Yan looked at the car following them from the rearview mirror, and only saw the reflection of the glass, but the distance between this car and them has always been not far or close for more than 40 kilometers since leaving the film and television city. rice.

He guessed that the person following him had some skills, but he shouldn't be a professional in this field.

In the passenger seat, Zhao Ji was already thinking about who it was.

The agent felt that it was time for him to show off his power. It didn't matter if he didn't do his best to fight for the audition opportunity.

When the company dormitory was separated, he patted Xiao Yan on the shoulder, with a mature and reliable look: "Recently try not to leave the community, pay attention to safety, don't worry, which son of a bitch dares to follow so blatantly, I will definitely investigate him to the bottom."

Then the agent walked away in a high-spirited manner.

However, the manager had a good idea, but the artist didn't understand the manager's eagerness to express himself.

In a phone call two days later, I asked directly: "Is it related to "Yuan Spectrum"?"

Zhao Ji: Can't you let me speak first? !

The manager twitched at the corners of his mouth, not expressing his appreciation for his artist's discernment: "It's related to "Yuan Spectrum". Have to watch again."

Xiao Yan just confirmed his conjecture, and after confirming, he planned to throw it away: "I will entrust this matter to Brother Zhao."

Zhao Ji is 35 and 39 years old this year, younger than Xiao Yan was 20 years old when he died in his previous life. However, Master Taifu pretended to be tender under the shell of not yet [-] years old, and pretended to be very calm and calm.

Zhao Ji didn't understand the truth, and felt that the call of brother Zhao made him feel a little bit more comfortable: "This is my business, you can just rest assured and prepare for the audition, don't worry about anything else."

Sure enough, Xiao Yan never asked about this matter again.

Now comes the day when success or failure is officially decided.

Early in the morning, manager Zhao took Xiao Yan to the company's makeup artist for a while, and also borrowed Gu Le's stylist to match the look.

Manager Zhao, who had done his homework on Wang Heng, pointed to the printed out words "Xiao Shuxuan's move is like a god", "Long Lang is like a moon in his arms", "Xiao Xiao Su Su, clear and clear" , Let the stylist match.

The stylist almost spit on his face.

Pointing to the ancient text and asking him to match the style, this is not wearing ancient clothes. If you want to wear modern clothes with that kind of idealistic effect, why can't you go to heaven like this!

Fortunately, Zhao Ji also knew that he was in a difficult position, so he said, "If you match in this direction, it's fine if you have a little bit of meaning."

The stylist quickly stared at those few sentences, he was embarrassed to say that he never passed the Chinese language, these few sentences knew him, but he didn't know these few sentences.

Xiao Yan stretched out his hand at the right time, sliding his fingertips over a few ancient texts, his voice calm and low, with a rhythm: "'Xiao Xiao Susu, refreshing and clear', follow the 'Shuanglang and Qingju', choose simple but not lose the style Type can be."

The stylist was annoyed at being meddled with no work at all, and in view of Xiao Yan's helping hand, he was given extra thought.

The final outfit was Wannian's shirt and jeans.

But the shirt is light gray, and the jeans are also a slightly worn dark blue that has been washed, and the shirt is tucked into the jeans.

If ordinary people wear this outfit, it would be easy for people to feel gloomy and old-fashioned, but Xiao Yan is not. He looks handsome and majestic, and there is an unknowing mystery in his calmness. In addition, his complexion is very fair, which has a great visual impact at first glance.

Zhao Ji didn't know whether the character was in line with the words describing Wang Heng in the history books, but there was no doubt that he was good-looking, at least from the perspective of his gold medal manager, he couldn't think of anyone who could stand beside this person without being caught by him. Steal your eyes!

Just look good.

That's how the clothes are settled.

Finally, I was able to get in the car and go to the audition location. It was a tea room, and Mr. Han directly asked for a box.

Xiao Yan was the first to arrive, and this was Zhao Ji's subconscious decision on behalf of the artist - he has the lowest rank and the lowest qualifications, so he should be more obedient at this time.

After waiting for a while, two more people came, both of whom were more famous than Xiao Yan.

One is Li Yan, who made his debut in martial arts movies and is looking for a transformation recently, and the other is Ye Cheng, whom he met in the last audition.

Li Yan smiled gracefully, but no one came forward to say hello, they were all competitors, and someone had to believe them if they pretended to be good friends.

Ye Cheng couldn't hold his breath any more than Li Yan, and his eyes strayed from Xiao Yan's face. Looking at such a face, the sense of crisis increased.

About 10 minutes later, Mr. Han hurried over with a few people, and immediately ordered the three auditioners to make up and change clothes, and let others know that the audition was more formal than expected.

There were only five sets of clothing, and they were chosen at random. Xiao Yan was the last to choose of course. When he arrived, there were only one set of royal blue, one set of crimson red, one set of gray, and the sky blue and moon white ones had already been picked.

Xiao Yan took the gray one and changed it, so quickly that the make-up artist who was watching felt that he was just pointing at random.

——Actually, it was indeed a random reference.

From his previous life to this life, Mrs. Xiao obviously has never paid attention to wearing it himself, and naturally it is impossible to be proficient in this kind of skill, of course pick the one that is pleasing to the eye.

Of course, his dressing skills are hard to describe.

Unless it is the simplest shirts, jeans and T-shirts, other slightly more complicated clothes can always make him look different.

Zhao Ji was forced to find a stylist, who forcibly stipulated for him which clothes should go with which pants.

Master Xiao didn't think it was his problem.

He felt that he was already in his 30s, and it was normal for him not to keep up with the trend of the new world.

Fortunately, these five sets of clothes are all matched in solid colors, otherwise Xiao Yan would probably be out of the game immediately.

After changing his clothes, he opened the door and walked in. Everyone who turned around was slightly dazed.Light robe with a gentle belt, wide sleeves facing the wind, when raising eyebrows and turning head, he is as clear as a god.

They coincidentally thought in their hearts, this is—the ink painting has become perfect?