MTL - How Could This Cat Tease Me?-Chapter 65 The atmosphere is completely different from the sleep and no sleep

After experiencing a series of changes such as the change of the male lead, the change of investors, and the rewriting of the script, the fateful "Infernal Frontier" finally arrived on August 19th, in c City officially started.

Everything is fine on August 19th of this year.

At the start-up ceremony, the director seriously put on a joss stick and said, "Good things will endure."

It had rained the day before, and it was a little overcast, but it was not overcast, and the cool summer wind dissipated the remaining summer heat in the air, making people feel refreshed. Xia Rong also became superstitious and followed the incense with a pious expression on his face: "Good things are alive."

When she returned to her original position, she saw that the heroine Zhao Meng was talking to Su Chi. She was wearing a light-colored tight-fitting t-shirt, and her hem was pierced into hot pants, exposing her slim waist and hot body, and her hair was **** Gao Mawei, Yan Yan Yan Yan, does not look like a senior shadow, but more like their peers.

She asked Su Chi with regret: "Where did you buy this watch? Isn't it a global limit? It was gone when I went to buy it!"

Xia Rong heard it and said, "I gave it to him. It's best to book in advance."

Su Chi nodded slightly, saying, "It's a birthday present."

Xia Rong remembers Su Chi ’s birthday as “the tail of July” because of the extremely special connection between each other ’s life forms, so he flew to Mi Lan in advance and ordered this well-known luxury designer for Su Chi. Limited edition watches issued.

Xia Rong hasn't studied how to give gifts. It used to be simple and rude, the more expensive the better, and the more expensive he was, the happier the people who received the gifts. However, this time, he didn't have much confidence in his heart-- Although in the end he still chose the familiar tyrant route, when he handed the gift to Su Chi, his heart was still hesitant.

The result was not too unexpected. Su Chi just looked at him with a smile and said, "I like whatever you send." He couldn't tell whether he liked it or not. However, after that, he did take this watch with him. Except for filming, he almost never left, which was considered to be comforting to Xia Rong.

Hearing the two of them saying that, Zhao Meng looked at them with a kind of microstrip teasing, but not annoying, and smiled, "Oh ~ birthday present."

"It's not what you think." Xia Rongfu, the crowd watching the misunderstandings by the side, even if the heroine, but want to get along with them for almost half a year, and she and the two of them have considerable rival play and feelings He didn't want her to wear colored glasses to Su Chi when she was playing, "We are just good friends."

Zhao Meng was not surprised when she heard the words, but smiled playfully at them: "What do I think?"

Xia Rong froze for a moment, Zhao Meng's smile became brighter, glanced around, and whispered to him, "I know you are not in that relationship ... the atmosphere is completely different from sleeping and not sleeping!"

Xia Rong didn't expect her to be so straightforward, but she made a red face with her hand, fisted to her lips, and coughed: "Well, cough ... you can tell clearly."

"But at least it's more ambiguous, right?" Zhao Meng blinked her pretty apricot nucleus, and her arms stunned the two men standing next to her with insignificant movements completely incompatible with her own temperament, "... I Right? "

"No, Xia Rong has not promised me." Su Chi said solemnly and shyly, "This, remember not to speak to outsiders in the future."

"OJBK!" Zhao Meng compared with the gesture of "oK", "Although you are slowly growing, I promise not to talk to the" outsiders "!"

Xia Rong: "..."

Suddenly there is an impulse to want to walk the cat? !!

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Because the shooting cycle is relatively long, not all of the makeup artists in the crew are full-time followers, and some have completed work elsewhere before rushing over.

Like the makeup artist who gave Xia Rong the makeup name, everyone else called him Joe. He came a few minutes late today, and apologized as soon as he came in. "I'm sorry, I missed some time elsewhere. Let's start right away." . "

Xia Rong was boring and jumping with his mobile phone. The results of the human form were really not fulfilling, so he put the phone down and cooperated with Joe to start makeup.

The makeup process is always complicated and long. Xia Rong closed his eyes and listened while listening to Joe and the makeup artist Amy chatting with each other.

"Do you dare to be late for Xu Dao's team?" Amy laughed. "Don't you be violent when you entered the door?"

Joe laughed twice: "When I came in, he was directing the set, and I slipped in while he wasn't paying attention." He sighed. "I don't want to. I filmed Luo Jinghuan today and asked Koman to come. How could Koman come? He didn't like everything. He felt that the light was too bright for a while, and said that the makeup was too oily, and it took everyone a long time to accompany him. "

"That wouldn't help. Luo Jinghuan was famous for being picky. Before, only Koman could meet his requirements. Now Koman is away and he has to start again." Amy said, "Coman hasn't been found yet? How many of these? Months? "

"... Keman is missing?" Joe hadn't waited for the answer. The voice was Xia Rong, and he couldn't believe it. "When will it happen?"

Koman is one of the top photographers in the circle. Because of his talented resume, his looks are remarkable. He is only 30 years old this year, which makes him have a strong presence in the pink circle. Although Xia Rong is now the darling of the fashion industry, at the beginning, rather than being favored by the fashion industry, it is better to say that he is favored by Coman himself. It was Koman who stood out from the crowd and made him appear on the covers of five major publications as soon as he debuted. He shook off the hat of "Xiu Xing", and then made the fashion force rise with the popularity.

It can be said that without Coleman's eyes, Xia Rong's fashion resources may not be so rich and smooth. However, Koman pursued official affairs and was relatively indifferent. Although he appreciated Xia Rong, he had hardly contacted him in private. It is also that Xia Rong has been busy with himself recently and has no time to take into account the rumors in the fashion circle. I don't know that a man as large as Koman has disappeared!

"... Has it been half a year?" Joe replied hesitantly. "Actually, we are not sure. Coman almost half a year ago said that he would take a long vacation for himself and have fun abroad so that no one would need to find him for the time being. Who knows that it's been half a year, he hasn't appeared yet, and all the acquaintances in the circle can't contact him, we just started to wonder if he is missing. "

"Yeah," Amy said. "The police reported his entry and exit records last month, and found that he had no more records from three months ago, just like the world has evaporated. He There are no friends in the circle, and he doesn't know where his relatives and family are ... "she sighed." Weird. "

Unexpectedly, Coman would disappear. Xia Rong frowned, intending to send some people after the job was closed, and checked the situation in the past.

However, it is not so easy to end work.

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The first scene filmed by Xia Rong after it was switched on was a seemingly bland everyday scene-Fu Yan sat alone on the roof of the police station and smoked after a case was completed.

The scene of this play is monotonous. There is only one Fu Fu from the beginning to the end, and there isn't even any plot: the person sits there, lights a cigarette, smokes, and is gone. Under normal circumstances, this should only be a shot that will not exceed five seconds in the film. The director also said that first a daily drama, "transition transition".

Although Xia Rong does not smoke, he convinced himself that he would smoke. In the character state, he persisted for five seconds, ten seconds or one minute.

But it was this play that made Xia Rong scolded by the director.

"Card. Feeling wrong, come back."

"Card. It doesn't feel right to say the character."

"Card. Come again."

"card."

...

"Xia Rong, will you act?"

...

Xia Rong looked back. It was late summer and the summer heat was not gone, but the scene they were shooting was in late autumn. He wore Fu Yi's autumn uniforms tightly and meticulously. Rao was sitting on the top roof, with an air blower next to him, blowing his hair slamming, and Xia Rong's forehead was still sweating.

For the eleventh time, he was scolded by the director with his head and face scolded, turning his head back, his eyes were bewildered, and even some in the crew were soft-hearted, saying, "He's going to spend his makeup, I'll go and make up for him first, let's Pause. "

Xu Ping agreed, and tossed the horn to the pony with a small hand, staring at the playback in the camera.

Xia Rong opened his eyes and let the makeup artist trot all the way to wipe his sweat and make up, but he didn't know what to do.

"I think daily drama is the most difficult to shoot." Su Chi came over and watched the playback with Xu Ping.

Xu Ping looked at the camera for a while, but instead raised his corners of his mouth and smiled: "You're right."

"Did you see it? You and him performed differently." Xu Ping asked.

"Um." Su Chi nodded. "I used to watch him making idol dramas. I only felt natural and real. I didn't know until the scene that he used to play this way ..."

"I haven't seen such an actor for many years. The genius-like experientialist." Xu Ping said hushingly, "When you film, you first build a character image in your heart. This person should be like this, it should be like that. His emotions, designed all kinds of details and small movements for him ... He is not. He started from here-- "

Xu Ping hammered his chest with a fist in his hand: "To truly believe that he is that person, he is still him, but his experience and situation have completely changed. Xia Rong or Xia Rong, just change A name is Fu Yan. "

"The acting of this actor is absolutely natural and real, or in other words, he has no acting at all, he is not 'acting', he is just making his 'reaction'."

"... It's too dangerous." Su Chi couldn't help shaking his head, "Xia Rong ..."

"Worried that he won't come out?" Xu Ping lit a cigarette and slowly spit out a ring of smoke in the smoke. "... I may be too selfish. For the movie, I just want him to 'go in' first." . "

Su Chi couldn't bear it: "Not enough?"

"No." Xu Ping shook his head slightly. "Experienced actor, the process of becoming a character is like doing subtraction. The human ego is multi-faceted, like a large collection; and the role is destined to be narrow-faced. It's a small set. They do subtraction, which is to remove the part of the large set of self that does not meet the small set of roles, and take the intersection of it, so that it is both self and role. "

"Xia Rong's subtraction is not enough. The natural superiority and clarity of his body should not belong to Fu Yi, especially Fu Yi ten years later. I don't want to remind him of this." Xu Ping used knuckles. , Tapped on the screen of the camera, "You must rely on yourself to remove this part of yourself."

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The play was not completed in the end. Xu Ping then directly asked Su Chi and Zhao Meng to move the play scheduled for tomorrow to today, and let Xia Rong go back to "think about it well". Filmed-Of course, the wording is still a more polite version: "If you don't understand it, don't worry about filming you for the time being, and let Suchi help them to catch up."

Su Chi, they can speed up the progress, but they can only slow it down? Xia Rong also thought of the "military order" that Su Chi had mentioned before, saying that if Xia Rong could not pass the level, he would accompany him until the level was passed. But now it's just a single-lens play, and Su Chi is not even needed, he has been stumped. Su Chi must be very embarrassed by the director, right?

Thinking in this way, Xia Rong turned around in the middle of the night and couldn't sleep anymore. He looked at the time. It was more than two o'clock in the middle of the night, and he couldn't find any interest in brushing Weibo. He simply put on his clothes and climbed to the hotel rooftop to blow hair.

In the script, he has almost engraved the description of Fu Yi's paragraph, but why is it wrong? No one ever said he was wrong ...

He couldn't help but close his eyes, and felt the feeling of the night breeze blowing. He even took cigarettes and a lighter from the hotel room, lit it unskilled and put it to his mouth.

Obviously, the sky can be restrained. I don't know why at this moment. Suddenly he couldn't stand the smell of the pungent smoky, which made him cough violently.

——Is it acting back?

It was too late to grieve, and suddenly I heard a fluttering movement behind her, Xia Rong was coughing with red cheeks, and the water in front of her eyes was shaking. Now she was startled again, and her cough worsened.

He turned his head while coughing, opened his eyes wide, and barely saw through the moonlight, a silver, gray, clean and beautiful silver gradual British short cat, jumped up flexibly.