This actor needs more money

Gao Yuanyuan still wanted to chat with Ding Xiu, but suddenly she found that Ding Xiu was a little absent-minded. She followed his gaze and saw that Jia Jingwen and Su Youpeng were talking and laughing over there.

Today's filming is almost complete, and the two of them are discussing tomorrow's filming.

Tomorrow's photo will be of Zhang Wuji taking off Zhao Min's shoes and tickling the soles of Zhao Min's feet under the tunnel.

Judging from the crew's style, it must have been a real shot, so there was no need to find a stand-in. After all, the kissing scene was shot until the lips were broken, so it was not bad at all.

"What are you looking at, envious?"

"Why are you envious?" Ding Xiu said sourly, and the chicken drumsticks in the lunch box no longer tasted good.

It's good to be a male protagonist. There are so many beauties around you, not to mention cuddling and hugging, kissing and nibbling, and now you have to take off their shoes and scratch the soles of their feet.

Why can't I encounter such a good thing?

He loves scratching in stockings.

Holding her chin, Gao Yuanyuan said: "I remember that in Jin Yong's novel Tian Long Ba Bu, Duan Yu had many official partners. You should strive for red spots in these two years and compete for this role in the future."

After writing down the title of this novel, Ding Xiu said: "I'm not interested in dramas about children's love. There's no way I can enjoy the thrill of fighting and killing."

"real?"

"This is still fake." Ding Xiu said, and then changed the subject: "By the way, when are we going to rehearse the passion scene? I still have a few key points that I can't find."

"Don't worry about that. You can help me get through the difficulties at hand first." Gao Yuanyuan said distressedly: "I'm about to turn black. I want to ask how to act as a bad guy?"

In a few days, she will film the scene where Zhou Zhiruo turns black and practices the Nine Yin White Bone Claws to fight Zhang Wuji.

The roles I played before were all relatively positive or well-behaved. I have never played such a villainous woman who is driven by love and hate, and I have no experience at all.

Among the actors she had seen, Ding Xiu was better at playing bad guys.

His badness is not the kind of evil that is false on the surface, it is very heart-warming and easy for people to get immersed in.

That's why I took the initiative to ask for advice.

Ding Xiu said seriously: "Playing a bad guy is indeed a skill. If you are not good at it, you will not be bad. If you are good at it, it will be a bit fake."

"If there are any tips, I can't tell you. After all, I just follow my feelings most of the time."

Gao Yuanyuan was confused. What kind of acting was it to follow her feelings? Can this thing be felt?

She has never been a bad person, how does she feel?

There is no room for imagination anymore.

"Actors still need to have a story." Ding Xiu said with emotion: "In our industry, experience is what we fight for until the end."

Even if he was beaten to death, he never expected that the martial arts skills that once killed people would become so comfortable on the set. Those fights and killings in the past have become an experience bag on the road to performance.

"But, where can I find stories at this time?" Gao Yuanyuan's eyes suddenly lit up: "If you were Zhou Zhiruo, how would you turn dark?"

She knew that what Ding Xiu said might not be clear. This guy was extremely talented and self-taught. As he said, many things just follow his feelings.

But it would be different if he were to act.

She just needs to copy it.

Ding Xiu half-squinted his eyes: "Darkening? How should I put it? I don't turn black at all."

"Which man would not be angry if he saw a scumbag like Zhang Wuji, eating from the bowl and staring at the pot. Wouldn't it be normal to kill him later?"

Gao Yuanyuan pondered: "How should I grasp the strength?"

"It depends on how deeply the character Zhou Zhiruo loves Zhang Wuji. Anyway, from my point of view, beating him to death... is not right. It is normal for a man to have three wives and four concubines."

"A capable man will never lack women by his side. Being too handsome and powerful is sometimes a sin."

"Is Zhang Wuji wrong? He just wanted to give Xiao Zhao, Zhao Min, and Zhu'er a home..."

As he spoke, Ding Xiu’s scumbag nature was revealed, and Gao Yuanyuan tutted: “It would be a pity if you don’t play Zhang Wuji.”

"Thank you, I think Song Qingshu is pretty good too."

…

For the next period of time, Ding Xiu stayed on the set every day. He didn't film much and spent most of his time watching the show.

Watch Zhao Min's little feet being played with by Zhang Wuji, watch Zhang Wuji hug Xiao Zhao, Yang Buhui, and Zhu Er.

When Zhou Zhiruo and Zhang Wuji get married, Zhao Min comes out to make trouble and prevents them from worshiping.

By the way, he once again refreshed the level of obedience of the Hong Kong team.

The disciples of the Beggar Clan are really the disciples of the Beggar Clan. Basically, everyone has no clothes to wear. They only have a few rags covering their bodies. Their bodies are pitch black.

Really, if you look at the beggars in Beiping City, they will give you a few rewards.

A week later, Ding Xiu finally saw himself appear.

Kill Mo Shenggu.

But before killing Mo Shenggu, he had to sleep with a female disciple of the Emei Sect.

At night, in the hotel room, the director cleared the room.

"Zhiruo, Zhiruo, where are you?"

Song Qingshu, who was drunk and staggering, came to the room of the female disciple of the Emei Sect and thought that the female disciple sleeping on the bed was Zhou Zhiruo.

Climbing onto the bed, without saying a word, I put my arms around her shoulders, their faces touching each other, with a smile on their lips, and whispered words of love.

As he spoke, he turned over and pressed over.

The entire process was captured in one shot, and the skill of the movements put all the veteran drivers present to shame.

When an actor encounters a scene like this, he or she will be a little rusty and unable to let go. It is normal for actors to be NG.

For example, Su Youpeng, in the kissing scene with Jia Jingwen, had a lot of mistakes. Either he was embarrassed, or he couldn't let go of being stared at, or he was shy. Anyway, there were various situations.

Ding Xiu was different, he didn't need any guidance from the director, he just put his arm around his shoulders and put his face against his face in a familiar way.

The true nature of Song Qing's calligraphy is well displayed.

"Stuck, pass!"

The director spoke, and Ding Xiu got up from the bed and carefully helped the actress tidy up her messy hair: "Are you okay? Did I press you just now?"

"It's okay." The actress' voice sounded like a mosquito, her chest rising and falling.

She didn't expect Ding Xiu to be so heavy. She was crushed so hard, and the director didn't ask to stop. After a long time, she felt like she was out of breath.

Especially since there was a layer of quilt between the two of them, all the weight was on her body.

But it still feels good to be pressed by such a handsome guy.

There's something wrong with this quilt.

The next day.

"ah!"

"Who are you, get out!"

The girl was holding the quilt to cover her body and shivering. Ding Xiu was shirtless and jumped out of the bed in a panic. He picked up the clothes on the ground and was about to jump to the window.

Remembering that this was filming, she turned around and walked towards the door.

"boom!"

Mo Shenggu, who came after hearing the sound, broke down the door and entered, and the disciples of the Emei Sect also rushed over.

Wow!

so big!

Seeing Ding Xiu's strong abdominal muscles and chest muscles, the eyes of all the female disciples went straight.

"Song Qingshu, you are such a beast, you actually did this to my junior sister."

"I was drunk and didn't know anything."

"I kill you."

"Everyone, if something like this happened, I, Mo Shenggu, am deeply sorry, but you can't kill him. Please allow me to escort him back to the master..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ding Xiu had already taken his clothes and ran outside.