After Exchanging Shadows

Chapter 27

The sun was bright and the two of them stood on the side of the swing like wood, and the atmosphere was a little weird for a while.

Nguyen Nightshade lowered his head and then glanced up at Ink again. He saw Ink consciously rubbing his hands next to him. He seemed to want to rub off the sudden embarrassment just now. Momo's face is also very difficult to say, Nguyen Nightshade overhead, the water waves in her eyes were lit by the sun, there was such a momentary shake, but she still stood there, unable to speak, only to continue to stare at her with a pair of spring eyes.

Mo Mo was furious in her heart when she looked at her. She only felt the eyes of Nguyen Nightshang all of a sudden glued to her, and her hand somehow started to burn.

Later, in order to break this strange atmosphere, she had to whisper, “Are you okay? ”

Her voice was so low, it was as if she had been forced out. Meanwhile, Lin Qi Tang over there shouted in the amplifier: “Are you two okay? ”

The sound of Lin Qi Tang high decibels in the amplifier naturally overshadowed this question.

“It's okay, one accidentally didn't notice.” Nguyen Nightshang championed Lin Qi Tang: “Lin Gui, go on. ”

The two staff members came to check the situation, made sure there was no problem, went down again, Lin Qi Tang said: “Just cut off that little piece, start with the line of Dieng Er, take a little bit of the back to make up the picture, this one just passed, everyone prepare! ”

Nguyen Nightshade tidied up her clothes and sat back in the swing, and Mo also walked behind her to restore her previous position during the shooting.

“I'm fine.” Nguyen Nightshade drooped his head slightly and said softly on his back.

As soon as the ink color lagged, she immediately understood that it was a late response to her previous question, but she didn't say anything.

Lin Qi Tang said, "Start shooting again."

Both of them are acting people, Mo Mo has been filming, of course, not to mention, a dozen recording boards can enter the state in a flash. Although Nguyen Nightshang has not taken any work in the middle for so many years, it can be seen that she has not usually been lazy, even though there is no theatre, she has always maintained the habit of learning and training, and soon entered the play. This little wind wave dissipated and the shooting quickly returned to normal.

Feng Tangtang sat in a row with the makeup artist. Gu Qishong stood beside him like a hammer. The three of us ate snacks and watched. Midway Feng Tang Tang looked at the watch, walked away, she had to take charge of her "Xiao Sister” dinner, Gu Qingming asked her to arrange a small stove for Xiao Mo, she dared not be lazy, every meal must be prepared in advance.

The afternoon shooting went smoothly and the plans were completed on time, thanks also to the cooperation between Nguyen Nightshang and Ming Mo, who took very few re-shots and whose staff were grateful. The shooting ended temporarily at 5: 30, and everyone went to dinner, weary on their faces.

There is a night scene in the schedules, which should be filmed until 11: 00 at night. Nguyen Nightshang sat in the lounge chair with the script, preparing for the evening, but the script did not turn over a few pages.

She remembered the dead chicken during the day, she looked a little heavy, and she was always stunned there.

Is that the guy over there?

Why this time of year? It hasn't moved in so long, suddenly this dead chicken intimidation comes, it's kinda childish not like that style, but the creepy change over there, covering up, maybe really dare to use any strange tricks?

Now that I have switched bodies with Momo, I will definitely stare at Momo.

Nguyen Nightshade suddenly felt a little irritated. She usually did not easily put her discomfort on her face, and now she inevitably raised her eyebrows, rubbing her fingertips on the script page, rubbing shallow folds, her eyes were cold.

“Sister, let's eat.” Feng Tang Tang held several layers of the dining box and whispered alongside.

Nguyen Nightshang was contemplating, he raised his head casually. Feng Tang Tang almost dropped the dining box when he saw her cold eyes in the ice cellar.

In the past, although she was cold and cold, she was used to it, and she would never show such a strange look in front of her.

“Oh, sugar.” Nguyen Nightshade returned to God. He was also somewhat overwhelmed by the fright of Feng Tang Tang, but his face was deliberately held up and his voice was not salty.

Feng Tang Tang: “...”

Although in the morning Xiao said she was going to call herself sugar, she was already prepared, but now that she listens, it doesn't make much difference between feeling and being delayed.

“Leave it.” Nguyen Nightshade put the script aside: “Want to eat together? ”

“No, no, I have dinner. I'll be there in a minute.” Feng Tangtang was shocked again. As he put the lunch box with various dishes in front of Nguyen Nightingale, he said: “I made you a light dinner. By the way, I bought a chicken from the kitchen master in the afternoon to cook it back. Authentic chicken walked on the ground. I didn't eat a bit of feed, especially to make up for it. ”

When he heard the word "chicken", Nguyen Nightingale remembered the frightening dead chicken, he began to feel uncomfortable. When he saw Feng Tangtang unwrapping the soup box, there was crispy chicken under the clear soup. The meat was stewed somewhat miserably white, and Nguyen Nightingale wanted to throw up.

Feng Tangtang saw her face and stopped. "Xiao, don't you... don't you want chicken? ”

“No.” Nguyen Nightingale didn't want to break this sweet goodness. After looking at the chicken soup, she spent a lot of time. She rubbed her eyebrows and faintly said: “I'm just a little tired, please. ”

She was tired enough to play Deng Sui in the movie, but she ended her work temporarily and continued to play the ink with the shelf. She couldn't get off the score for more than a dozen hours of the day. At this moment, she also felt a little helpless.

“No, no trouble!” Feng Tangtang is knocking on his mouth: “There is still a night scene in the evening, and you will be more tired then. Sister Xiao, drink some chicken soup to make up for it. ”

"'Fine,' said Nguyen Nightingale. ”

Feng Tangtang nodded and said she would come and clean up later and left.

After a moment of silence, Nguyen Nightshang looked at the box of chicken soup. He really didn't have an appetite. He dialed aside and ate some of the other dishes.

The crew worked hard, turning a blind eye to dinner time and getting close to the night scene. The scene is still in Deng Dynasty, the lighting props are busy laying out, the lights on the set are shaking, or bright or dark, Nguyen Nightingale finishes her makeup and leans back on the line.

Even if she had nothing wrong with the daytime shooting, the surface clouds were light, in fact, she was a little nervous at the bottom of her heart, especially with Mo Mo, she was almost twelve points prepared to read the script whenever she had time.

I felt someone coming in front of me, cast a shadow, and Nguyen Nightshade's eyes lifted from the script.

The lights shook through her face and her long hair, and the two looked at each other in that light and dark transformation.

“Can I help you?” Nguyen smiled.

She had to wear a mask in front of everyone else, so she didn't need to hide herself in front of the knowing ink, she laughed if she wanted to.

This freedom made her feel comfortable.

“Did you ask Feng Dongtang to bring me stewed chicken?” The Moxican language is flat and I can't hear her exact tone, but it doesn't sound angry.

Nguyen's lips smiled and didn't speak.

Sugar really hurt herself, stewed soup for her ”Sister", and didn't forget to steal a copy to herself.

Unfortunately, this affair is about to be taken over by Mo Dynasty, and she doesn't seem to like it.

"She said," She said she stewed you a chicken and split it it for me. Did you let her come? Do you think I've seen that dead chicken in the daytime and still have an appetite for chicken at night? ”

She looked so good, she wouldn't say she saw chicken soup and almost threw up.

“You were pretty calm when you were holding a dead chicken, didn't you have a mental shadow?” Nguyen Nightshade bowed his head and continued reading the script.

“So you did ask her to come? ”

“What are you doing.” Nguyen Nightshade took a step back and rubbed his eyes to stop him, seemingly grieving: “You think I meant it, diaphragm in response to your appetite, to come here to ask my master for sin? In your heart, I'm such a bad woman? ”

She spoke with a seven-point tone and a three-point tone, but whoever stood in front of her with a less resolute mind would be heartless by her voice.

There is not a slight ripple on the face.

I can't wait to put a chicken leg in her mouth right now.

“You think too much.” Mommy stared at her.

Then he said calmly: “If you let Feng Dongtang come, I thank you first for your kindness. However, I saw the dead chicken today, I really don't have an appetite, so I haven't eaten a bite, I've eaten it for Yan. ”

Nguyen Nightingale was a little stunned and said, "Is that what you came to tell me? ”

“I'm here to make sure, and if so, that's what I want to tell you.” Mo seriously explained: “You sent me something, I didn't eat it, I gave it to someone else, but that doesn't mean I brushed your good intentions, I meant to take it, but today is a special situation. ”

Nguyen Nightshade's heart was surprised. She felt that the woman in front of her sometimes took it seriously, like a straight board. She was still a little cute. Her heart fluctuated and her expression changed with it. Finally, she laughed.

Mo: “...”

Smile!

Why don't you have cramps in your face?

No, that's my face!

Nguyen Nightshank smiled for a while and looked into Ink's eyes and said softly: “I do think a little too much. ”

She put the script gently on her shoulder, dragonflies a little bit like water: "You want too much. ”

The lights swept this way again, and Lin Qi Church over there was talking to the staff, and the sound was loud and low. Mo shrugged in this noise and moved Nguyen's script away.

“Work has begun.” Nguyen said with a smile.

Mo glanced at her and turned away.

The seats are ready, and the evening scene counts as the most tiring because she has a play.

One of them was Dieng Er's brother, who attacked Deng Fu as an assassin at night, and was captured by Deng Sui's father, Deng Train then became suspicious. In order to try Dieng Er, he ordered Dieng Er to kill the assassin himself. Dieng Er, with the acquiescence of her brother, eventually ended her brother's life himself. This period has been played long ago during the audition in Min Mo. Driving well. Deng Train's performer is also a well-known old theater bone. This time, look at the face of Lin Qi Tang to help. The guest series. Of course, the acting has nothing to say. This one will soon pass.

After that, the scene was very important. It was a turning point in the early period, and Lin Qidong specially shot these evening scenes in Deng Fu.

Once again, the assassins attacked. This time on a rather large scale, Deng Fu was messed up. Ding Er was naturally assigned the most important task as a dark pile thrown in Deng Fu since childhood. Deng Train was led to the outer courtyard by the assassin leader, Ding Er killed several assassins, followed Deng Train to the outer courtyard, and joined Deng Train against the enemy.

The lights were particularly dark, with a slightly white and strange effect. There was a glittering light shadow everywhere, shaking like a ghost tree in Deng Fu.

Momo carried a sword and ran all the way, followed by a camera in the back, one of which was close-up to her footsteps.

Her footsteps began to be very accommodating, without a bit of stagnation, as if there was nothing in her mind at this moment, only a clear goal, but there was a bit of confusion behind her, because at this time she saw Deng Zhen and remembered Deng Sui. When broadcast, close-ups don't all rely on Ink's face, but also on her body language. For example, footsteps are important at this time, and she has to rely on footsteps to transform the character's mood.

The scene is very depressing, and Dieng Er is almost devoid of lines, and the complexity of the character is manifested exclusively by his expression and limbs.

Deng Zhen was stabbed by a man who was the leader of the assassin. He stood beside him with his chest covered and shouted: "Ding Er! ”

The seat moves constantly, the ink jumps out of the shadow, and the face is faceless with the man.

“Cut!” Less than a minute later, Lin Qi Tang interrupted.

This section is too important, Lin Qi Tang is quite hairy and begging for defects. He said: "Nguyen Nightshang, you were a little too fast when you came out earlier, it's slower here! Do it again! ”

Mo nodded. “Okay, sorry, Lin Gui. ”

The seat was ready, the light shook, the ink jumped out again, and the cold sword flashed.

The time jumped out this time, at least no problem. Lin Qi Tang did not speak. The default shooting continued. The sword was drawn out of the ink, and the man in the night suit with the face was picked up.

Martial arts instruction comes to guide, although the fight is slow, it depends entirely on the late acceleration, but when shooting, the moves still get in place, the hands need to be sharp, the expressions need to be in place, and sometimes the ink has to be hung up by pressure to give out. She was used to hanging Via a a long time ago, sometimes all day, but it's also choking enough to make her dizzy and dizzy back and forth.

Nguyen Nightshang stood in the distance, silently watched Nguyen Mo Changweia, Deng Sui did not do martial arts, all due to the protection of Er. Nguyen Nightshang did not have to suffer from Wei Ya for the whole play, it was taken by Nguyen Mo.

The assassin was uniformed by Dieng Er and Mo raised his sword, pointing straight at the man with his throat.

Deng Tzu ordered, “Ding Er, kill him! Kill him!”

The eyeballs slipped and glanced at the commander, suddenly stretching out his hand and patting him on the chest of the Deng Dynasty character.

This place is set to be a deadly rush, Deng Zhen is unprepared, immediately needs to spray blood from his mouth, and this blood is also required by Lin Qi Tang to have a visual effect.

As he slapped past, the old theater bone playing Deng Xin opened his eyes in horror, his expression was painful, and he followed him to bite the blood bag according to the script and spit blood in his mouth.

Mo is already ready, can't come out in the play, she has to keep her eyes open when this blood is sprayed, there will be a facial expression close-up.

However, the old drama bone was painful for half a day on that face, and I don't know how it didn't bite successfully, and the blood stunned out.

The two men were stuck on the set.

Old theater bone: “...”

Mo: “...”

“Cut!” cried Lin Qi Tang. “So what? Look on the prop! ”

The scene resumed its noise, and staff went up to examine it and changed a fine blood bag for the old theater bones.

Old theater bones have always regained their high esteem in front of others, and now they are also a little embarrassed. "Miss Nguyen, I'm sorry.” He acted for so many years, of course he knew that it was difficult to get into the scene at the time of the shooting, and once it was done it was suddenly interrupted, it would be troublesome to come back and brew it.

"“ It's not Teacher Li's problem, "replied Mo with a smile." It's inevitable that the props will be missed. Let's continue. ”

At the start of the remake, it surprised the old actor that he was in a state again soon.

She's like a split person, a person outside the scene, a person in the scene, no overlap at all.

Successfully chewed through the blood bag, the blood sprayed onto the ink face as required, sprayed all over her face, the lens hurried over to close up her face.

Her face was full of that kind of uncomfortable prop blood, and her heart was naturally very uncomfortable, but her condition was not affected. She stood in the shadow of dark and unknown light, the hair dryer blew her long hair and clothes, her face was full of blood, even her eyelashes did not seem to have trembled a bit, in this transformed light appeared cold and numb, and the hollow was like a sword that had died for many years.

Ding Er once said to young Deng Sui that the sword had a soul, because in order to protect Deng Sui, she would be Deng Sui's sword.

But at this moment, when Deng Sui's father was killed, the soul of the sword died.

Dieng's soul, too, died.

Nguyen Nightingale was about to enter the arena. She looked at every move she had made before Mo Mo and shook her act completely and thoroughly.

She always knew that Mo was a good actor, and she had known it since college.

She collects every piece of Kunmo, feels the spirits of every character in the play, admires and learns in silence, but hasn't seen Kunmo perform in close proximity in a long time.

Lin Qidong instructed Nguyen to run into the lens, Nguyen Nightshang raised his skirt and ran into the scene of the massacre known as Hell without a soul.

“Father!” she cried, her voice trembling.

Old theater bones lay on the ground professionally loaded with corpses, with the sword of the assassin man on his chest.

Nguyen Nightshade jumped over and held the "corpse”. Her face was filled with blood. She stood in the center of the lens, and she began to move and follow her. She walked to Nguyen Nightshade and looked down at Nguyen Nightshade.

Nguyen Nightshade raised her head and her eyes were red. Tears would not fall, but looked up at her.

Four-eyed, Momo looked at Nguyen Night Pear blossom with rain, knowing that it was fake crying, her heart tightened, suddenly wondering what would this woman look like if she really cried?

Nguyen Nightshang is good at acting, fake crying can be the same, it may be hard to tell.

This unexpected distraction made Mo feel a little uncomfortable. She knelt down slowly, handed down her long sword, and on one knee, she was in the tunnel: “I didn't protect the owner properly, miss, please kill me. ”

Ding Er lied to Deng Sui at this time. She dared not face Deng Sui, so Ming Mo glanced at her, just looking at the body in front of her. @ Update faster @