I'm a Director, I'm Not Bad Chapter 90

  Chapter 90 088. Hey, half-step Bengquan!

  It was almost ten o'clock, when the creative team was walking out, Xu Xin suddenly saw a few young people in a tent in the corner of the palace, blowing electric fans and hanging mosquito nets there.

   "Director Zhang, that's..."

  Zhang Yimou looked in the direction Xu Xin pointed, and said:

   "Stay here to watch things. Some props that are inconvenient to take are placed here. Someone needs to watch them at night."

"oh oh."

  Xu Xin suddenly realized.

  I feel the hardships of these film crews... Leaving aside the mosquitoes, it's only April. If we wait until June and July, how hot will it be here?

   Really hard work.

   And when he got to the side of the car, Zhang Yimou said again:

   "Xiao Xu, come with me."

   "Uh... ok."

  Xu Xin, who was about to board the Golden Dragon, responded and followed Zhang Yimou directly into the commercial vehicle.

  Cheng Xiaodong is not here today, there are five people in the car including Assistant Lin, Assistant Shen and the driver.

  Xu Xin sat next to Zhang Yimou.

  The car started, and when walking back, I heard the other party ask:

   "If you were to film today's scene, what would you do?"

"Well…"

  Following Zhang Yimou's words, Xu Xin quickly flashed back everything that was filmed today in his mind.

  But after thinking about it, he could only shake his head:

   "I...don't know. It seems that there is nothing wrong with your filming..."

   "I mean, if it were you, as the director, how would you like to shoot?"

  Xu Xin was silent again.

think.

   After a while, he said:

   "Maybe... When filming the scenes of Prince Jie and the Queen, I will not design the overall color so brilliantly like you."

   "Why?"

"The reason... I think the queen should be very fond of Prince Jie, right? When you took the picture, the more colorful the color picture, the more...depressed I felt. Whether it's the queen's makeup or the color of the surrounding scenery, it is resplendent and luxurious, But the more I look at it, the more I feel that everyone in this environment...

  Including the emperor, the hearts of all people are empty. Especially numb, like a group of walking dead... First of all, I can't see the emperor's little love for the empress, and the empress has an extremely twisted love for her son who is not her own. One of his two sons is guarding the border, and the other is young but not close to his mother. this family...

  I think you did a great job of improving this aspect, that is, using the royal family and palace, which are far more magnificent than the Zhou family in "Thunderstorm", to set off this empty instinct. Letting the emperor and empress stay in this oppressive palace... seems to have lost all the desires that everyone should have... Or, to put it another way, they are like a group of walking dead monsters. "

   As he spoke, Zhang Yimou frowned.

   After comparing the scene with the original "Thunderstorm", Xu Xin said:

"So I was thinking... If there is still a softness in the heart of the queen whose prototype is Zhou's wife Fan Yi in "Thunderstorm", then it must be Yuan Jie. Yuan Jie has a pure mother-child relationship with his mother. He is filial, Really caring about the mother... I think, the role of the queen mother does not need to be redeemed, but she needs to retain the last dignity.

   And her final dignity should be her son Yuan Jie. So... As a mother, when her son comes, the color should be more simple, so that people will ignore her status as a queen, but find that she is still a mother... So if I come to take pictures, I will take simple pictures...

   Or more elegant. The queen should be like a caring mother who has been washed out of lead, without any sharp makeup, warm and kind. But later it was discovered that after the emperor wanted to kill her, the colors should be very bright, but her clothes should still maintain that elegant appearance. Proof that she is struggling. Let her son rebel against herself and kill the emperor. Is there any mother in the world who doesn't worry about letting her son go to the battlefield?

  So, the gorgeous colors represent her status as a queen, but the plain clothes on her body should be the last trace of her kindness as a mother. This can reflect the sense of struggle... This is my shooting idea. "

  Zhang Yimou's brows suddenly frowned even tighter.

  He has a very good impression of Xiao Xu, not to mention the members of the creative team, even the crew can see it.

   Nothing to say.

  He was born in 50 years and is now 56 years old. He has met such a good seedling. It is impossible to say that he does not have a thought of inheritance.

  This young man is sensible, capable of handling affairs, humble, and has a kind of intelligence that can make everyone feel comfortable.

  He just wanted to support him.

   It's not about raising his status, but purely wanting to guide this young man and prepare him for being a director in advance.

  So, the original intention of today is to chat with him about the director's ideas and inspire his own thinking.

   I didn't expect...

   Following his words...

  Why did I suddenly feel that... what he said was right?

  The role of the queen...is there any possibility of digging deeper?

   As a queen, as a wife, she is definitely not qualified.

  Can be a mother?

   Doesn't she have the slightest brilliance?

  The shackles and shackles that women in the feudal era could not escape even if they were queens...

   Subconsciously, he squeezed his chin.

   Frowning.

   But Xu Xin was quite nervous.

  He didn't know if what he said was right.

  But didn't Einstein say that Lu Xun once said it?

   In the eyes of ten thousand people, there are ten thousand Harry Potter in the eyes of Hamlet.

  Where is the greatness of "Thunderstorm"?

  That is, a hundred kinds of people see a hundred things.

  Many people can find their own sorrow among the "Zhou" and "Lu" families.

   This is the basic reason why it is a compulsory course for both directors and actors.

  In Xu Xin's eyes, what he saw was the young woman Fanyi... Oh no, the sorrow of the grandma of the Zhou family.

  Although he estimates that after the movie is released, the audience who come to watch the movie will definitely be fans who came to see Jay Chou. But as far as literature is concerned...he really thinks that the role of the queen is the most brilliant in the whole story, and the one with the deepest literary meaning.

  Of course...he said what he said, but he didn't have the confidence that he was qualified to teach Zhang Dao.

  That's a joke.

  Something flowed out from the crevices of his fingers, which was enough for him to learn.

   But this is not a discussion.

  Director Zhang doesn't care what he thinks he will shoot, but wants to ask himself how he will shoot.

  The only thing he can think of right now is the depth of the Queen.

  So I chose to tell the truth.

   Just…

  Director Zhang, you are talking!

  Why did the eyebrows start to tighten again?

   After waiting for a while, after confirming that Director Zhang was thinking about something, Xu Xin quietly took out his mobile phone.

  No new information.

  The last message that Yang Mi sent was the message of "half-step collapse fist, oh hoo" during dinner at night.

   After thinking about it, he sent a message:

   "I'm going back."

   "Om."

  Yang Mi replied in seconds:

   "I'm reading a script, you call me when you come back, my roommate is back, I want to turn off the lights, I'll go to your room."

  Xu Xin's heart felt hot...

  The next moment he quickly shook his head.

   Well, I still have less fitness.

  Zhang Yimou was silent all the way. When he was awakened by the bumps of the hotel's speed bump, he subconsciously looked out of the car.

  Go back to the hotel.

   Withdrawing his gaze, he turned to look at Xu Xin next to him:

   "Xiao Xu."

   "Director Zhang, tell me."

   "The scene between Yuan Jie and the Queen you just mentioned, go back tonight and design the scene... You can change this scene and show it to me tomorrow."

"…ah?"

  Xu Xin was dumbfounded.

  See Zhang Yimou nodded:

   "Your shooting idea is very good. Give me a more detailed script tomorrow. Make a rough sketch of the queen's clothes and makeup. Let's try to change it."

"…ah????"

  Xu Xin was even more confused.

  But there was a smile on his face:

   "Nice idea."

  Xu Xin was completely speechless.

no…

   Your old man seems not far away from being emptied by me, right?

   "I'm back, you come up."

   "Well, you go take a shower first."

   replied with a question mark, Xu Xin was speechless.

  What is this **** talking about?

  Who knew there was a question mark back:

   "? You sleep without taking a shower?"

  Who is sleeping with you!

  With absurdity, he replied again:

   "Aren't you going to come up?"

   "That's right, then you should take a bath first. I'm here to read the script. If you want to take a bath and go to bed later, I'm not... afraid of embarrassing you. So you take a bath first, and I will go over after washing."

   "Did you wash it?"

   "I washed it, it smells delicious~ The first thing I do when I come back from the film crew is to take a shower, otherwise I can't stand it."

   "Okay, I'll contact you later."

"Um."

   Putting down the phone, Xu Xin always felt that there was something wrong with the content of the chat between the two.

  But it's true that it's not too early now.

   Walked into the bathroom, quickly took a shower, washed off the sweat, heat and dust of the day, and after coming out wrapped in a towel, he sent a message to the other party:

   "You come up."

   After sending out, he put on a loose and comfortable basketball shorts and oversized vest, and opened his laptop.

  Zhang Yimou asked himself to redesign the scene where the queen and Yuan Jie reunited.

   It's not difficult.

  The lines are ready-made.

  The main thing is how to design the image and scene, which requires a little thought.

  Opened WORD, compared it with the script, he thought quietly...until there was a knock on the door.

  As soon as the person sat up, he suddenly heard Yang Mi's voice outside the door:

   "Huh? Sister Wei... Hello."

   Wei Lanfang, who was still holding a bag of snacks and a bottle of red wine, looked at the girl in shorts and cotton T-shirt with a half-smile:

   "Mimi."

  She tilted her head:

   "Do you have something to do with Xiao Xu?"

  Yang Mi was also speechless.

what is this?

   Yellow muddy crotch?

this…

   What can I say?

  Why did this sister go? come back so late...

   While he was speechless, the door of the room was opened.

  Xu Xin poked his head out:

   "Huh? Sister Wei...what is this for?"

  Looking at Wei Lanfang who was carrying snacks and red wine in his hand, Xu Xin asked curiously.

   "It's okay, I want to drink a glass of wine before going to sleep. I'm going to buy something before I get out of the car, and I just came back... It's okay, I'm going into the house."

   Glancing at the two young men with an extremely ambiguous look, she opened the door with her room card, pushed it open and walked in.

  Yang Mi's face turned red at some point.

  It's like drilling a hole, after entering the room where Xu Xin stepped aside, he was about to sit on the desk chair.

   "Hey, you sit on the sofa."

  Xu Xin quickly stopped her.

"Why?"

   The girl who is still red is puzzled.

   "Huang Jinjia has a scene script to be changed, and Director Zhang handed it over to me. I have to figure it out tonight and show it to him tomorrow morning."

  Hearing Xu Xin's words, Yang Mi nodded, and sat down next to the coffee table where the fruit plate and tea leaves were placed.

   And when Xu Xin walked back to the desk, his eyes swept over the still white and thin calf...

   want to see.

   I'm embarrassed again, so I can only take a peek.

   After thinking about it, he lit a cigarette.

   "Are you tired today?"

   "Fortunately, after the filming of Wia's filming, my filming fell apart. No, hurry up and get into Jiang Chan's script..."

   Speaking of which, the girl seems to want to ask something...

   But in the end he didn't speak.

   instead explained:

"My roommate plays Lu Wushuang. She is a very light sleeper. I was afraid of disturbing others, so I didn't even dare to turn on the lights. I'll just wait for you to come back... Then leave me alone, you can mess with yours, I'll mess with mine, okay? "

"good."

  Xu Xin took advantage of his promise to take a sneak peek at the girl's upturned legs.

  Finally, I felt that this was not enough, so I quickly forced myself to withdraw my attention:

   "Then I don't care about you, drink water and pour it yourself, the cup is clean."

"Um."

  Yang Mi held Jiang Chan's script in her hand, leaned on the back of the chair and lowered her head.

  At this time, a smug smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

   Hum.

  White, right?

  hum hum~

  I want to reflect the gentleness of my mother...

  Gentle, kind...

White?

  The kind of simple and elegant white, but you can't lose some daily habits.

   And people in this palace prefer gold.

   There are some golden decorations on the white clothes to embellish.

   Shouldn't be too much...

   Embellishment is enough.

  The hairpin on the head should also have a kind of elegance washed away.

  The sophistication in contrast to the heavy makeup...

   "Crackling~"

   After writing down the traits he needs to pay attention to on the document, he picked up the notepad next to him.

   Turned over a new page, took a pencil and began to outline a feminine silhouette.

  Unknowingly, time passed by every minute and every second.

next door.

   Creak creak.

   Wei Lanfang was biting the crunchy corner of Miao Crisp, and there was still a third of the red wine in the teacup in his hand that was originally full.

  Looking at her on TV and thinking about it, she suddenly pressed the mute button.

   Then he stood up from the head of the bed and put his ear against the wall.

   Chaos.

   Nothing happened.

   She was a little puzzled.

  Why is there no movement at all?

  Xiao Yang...don't you call?

   There should be two hums, right?

   Is it over?

   subconsciously glanced at the watch...

  Only twenty minutes?

  Xiao Xu...

  Can you do it~

  Her face showed a look of disappointment for the other party.

  You are young, what's going on with you.

   "Ha...uh."

   covered his mouth with the back of his hand and yawned.

   Two tears came out of the girl's eyes.

  After thinking for a while, she glanced at Xu Xin who was holding a notebook and kept writing and drawing. Seeing the other party's concentration, she stood up quietly.

  She wanted to watch it just now.

  What is this painting?

   You can't draw me, can you?

   Oops~

   Subconsciously clasping her five lovely toes, she stepped on the slippers and walked to Xu Xin's side.

   Xu Xin subconsciously turned his head to look at her, and said:

"What's wrong?"

   “…Look at what you drew.”

  Looking at the woman in palace costume on the notepad... Although there are no facial features, but through the gorgeous painting style and fresh and elegant charm, Yang Mi blurted out at a glance:

   "Queen?"

"Huh?"

  Xu Xin had a flash of surprise in his eyes:

   "See it?"

"Uh-huh."

  The girl picked up the notepad and looked it over carefully:

   "It looks very gorgeous..."

  Xu Xin frowned.

   Gorgeous is not what he wants.

  It is the kind of elegance that washes away all the lead.

"…What's the matter?"

   Seeing his frown, the girl was a little puzzled.

   "If it's gorgeous, then I'm drawing it wrong."

  Xu Xin shook his head and took the notebook.

  “What I want is the kindness and tenderness of being a mother.”

"Well…"

  Hearing this, Yang Mi thought for a while, and pointed to the gold hairpin on the head of the character in the painting:

   "Then don't want these... You made the starter too solemn. Change it to something gentler, something like this."

   As she spoke, she picked up the pencil in Xu Xin's hand and untied her ponytail.

   I put my hair back together a few times, I didn't know how to do it with a pencil, and it came out in a bun.

   "Da Da ~"

  She took two steps back, turned towards Xu Xin, and a gust of fragrant wind blew into his nostrils:

   "This kind of bun will make people look very gentle."

   As she spoke, she turned her face to Xu Xin, and pointed to the pencil used to fix it behind:

   "It would be nice to replace it with a hairpin here."

  Xu Xin's gaze locked on the bun that looked like a bulge, but was somewhat different.

   After thinking about it, he nodded:

   "Then I'll try."

"Um."

   Randomly pulled out a pencil.

  Three thousand black threads slipped down.

   Xu Xin's eyes straightened up again.

"Give."

  Handing the pencil to him with dull eyes, the girl seemed quite natural to come to the small refrigerator under the TV and took a bottle of mineral water.

  The untied hair fell from the ear, covering the reddish.

   "Unscrew it for me."

"good."

   After taking the mineral water and unscrewing it for her without much effort, Xu Xin asked:

"finish watching?"

"No...Actually, to be honest, the role of Jiang Chan is just to promote the plot, right? Her acting skills are nothing. Most of the time, she kneels to give medicine to the queen, and then she only needs to show a little bit of love with the prince. The coquettish and obsessiveness of a daughter is enough. And the crazy appearance at the end..."

   "Her difficulty lies in that period of madness."

   Lowered his head, re-outlined the appearance of a human head, Xu Xin said:

"Today I specially read all your scripts. What you said earlier is correct. But the most important thing is that when she learned from the palace that the one she liked was her own brother, the whole person went from shock to collapse and couldn't accept it. This state of insanity is your most difficult point. As long as you grasp this, the rest should be fine."

   "Like this?"

  Hearing the girl's words, Xu Xin raised his head and saw the other party making a screaming expression.

  The sound is not loud, so I kept it, otherwise, a scream at night would be enough to scare me.

   "Ah~~~~...so?"

  Xu Xin's mouth twitched:

   "Did you encounter a ghost?"

   "This is a madman. She couldn't accept this fact, so she went crazy, and then turned around and ran out like a madman."

   "How do you express your broken emotions?"

   "Uh...it's inside too."

   "Fuck in there."

   Rolling his eyes directly, Xu Xin shook his head:

"There must be a foreshadowing in front of you, a depressive foreshadowing, in order to reflect the screaming and madness of this scream. How can there be a direct scream? Jiang Chan was surprised first, and then surprised. This is what people hear when they hear something incredible. The first reaction. Then from that reaction, you start to push forward, from surprise to disbelief, to impossibility, to the absurdity of "this is not true". It seems that it is all a dream, and finally It's the kind of collapse after realizing the reality. And the screaming under this kind of collapse is reasonable. People who scream like you... who don't know think someone stole your bicycle."

   "You take the bamboo shoots!"

  Yang Mi was speechless.

  Why don't you steal your bike?

  But she also knows...Xu Xin's words must be right.

  Acting skills are a big thing, and they are people's emotions. But if it is really refined, every expression can be varied.

   It's the right way to "scream" yourself, but there are still things that need to be dug inside.

  Looked at the time and found that it was almost one o'clock, she said:

   "I have to go. Tomorrow I have a show in the morning, and in the afternoon... Should I go to the crew to find you?"

   "Why do you want me?"

  Xu Xin shook his head:

   "Take care of your role. I'm also trying my best to fight for Director Zhang."

  He didn't tell Yang Mi what happened today.

  Because it is unnecessary.

   After all, there is no certainty about this matter. The more expectations you give her, the greater the disappointment you will be in the end.

  But it does not prevent him from being careful:

   "You should study this role steadfastly. In case Li Man comes back... I will also work hard and let you two PK once. If you can win then, then the role of Jiang Chan must be yours."

"…Um."

  Hearing this, the girl nodded:

   "Don't worry... okay, then I'm leaving? You should go to bed early, you know?"

"Um."

  Xu Xin nodded to express his understanding:

   "I won't send you off."

   "No... oh, yes, yes, I almost forgot."

  Suddenly, she seemed to remember something, and hooked Xu Xin:

"You come."

"…what?"

   "You stand here."

   "What are you doing?"

   "Oh, come here~"

  Forcibly walked to the desk, pulled him up, and brought him to the bedside.

  Yang Mi walked to the head of the bed again, and brought the two pillows in front of him:

   "Take it, block it on your stomach."

   Xu Xin, who had already guessed what she was going to do, simply rolled his eyes:

   "You don't think that you just learned this move... half-step Bengquan, and you become a martial arts master?"

   "Try it, Teacher Yu said that this Bengquan is very powerful, and you can beat a cow across the mountain, do you understand?"

   "Tsk tsk tsk..."

  Xu Xin shook his head and pressed the two pillows on his stomach with emotion:

"bring it on."

  He looked at the eager girl, and thought to himself, let's see what this girl is going to do.

   Then I saw these sisters make a move...

  He doesn't know martial arts, so he doesn't know what this gesture is.

   Then I saw her gesticulating there, making punching movements continuously, as if she was looking for some feeling.

   "Hold your breath, my half-step punch is very powerful!"

"…OK."

  The more she talked, the more Xu Xin looked down on her.

  Also half-step collapse fist...

  I think you're about to collapse in one step.

"ha!"

"Hey!"

   "Hey~~~~"

"snort!!"

   Various strange movements sounded in the house.

  If this is the half-step Bengquan...Xu Xin doesn't know who died under this punch throughout the ages...but he must be bored to death.

   It's been a minute or two, are you okay?

And just as he was about to speak, he suddenly saw the girl twist her waist, with a fist in her hand, and with a... small body movement, she took half a step forward. , throwing a punch here:

   "Hey! Hi!"

   "Poof..."

  The fist hit into the top of the two pillows.

   "Huh."

  The girl retracted her fists, turned her hands into palms, and slowly got lucky:

   "Hoo..."

   After exhaling a foul breath, she squinted at the boy with dull eyes, and nodded:

   "Oh, buy it, all the way to Xinde!"

"…What?"

   Xu Xin, who didn't feel anything like this at all, just rolled his eyes:

   "Is it over? Get the **** out when it's over."

   "...Why are you so annoying! My punch is so powerful! Teacher Yu said that Xingyiquan is old and domineering!"

   "If Xingyi Quan is like you, I don't know if you are overbearing or not. I don't believe the one who is beaten is called Dad."

  Looking at the aggrieved melon woman, he casually threw the pillow aside:

   "Hurry up and go back."

   "Hmph! Wait, wait until I get through the two veins of Ren and Du!"

   "Why don't you go to heaven~"

   "Slightly slightly slightly~"

  Listening to his ridiculous joke, the girl stuck out her tongue and made a face at him:

   "Let's go, good night."

"OK, good night."

   "Patter."

  The door is closed.

  Xu Xin looked up at the pit that still existed on the pillow, and shook his head amusedly.

but…

  I seem to have misread it.

  Recalling the waves in the loose T-shirt when the girl took that half step just now, his eyes were a little empty.

  Could it be...

   It shouldn't be...

  I can't tell...

  How could it be so available?

Um.

   It should be an illusion.

   It doesn't make sense.

  He firmly believes in his old driver's vision and will never be mistaken.

   She sure isn't that big!

Fake!

all fake!

  But what if it is true...

   "Hiss~~"

   Noticing that the thoughts were overgrown with weeds, he quickly threw them out.

  It's one o'clock, hurry up and finish the script and get off work.

   Otherwise, this night may be difficult.

  (end of this chapter)

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