Some entertainment media often boast that they are born with a strong sense of camera in order to welcome new actors. They are not reminded when they first enter the set and are rarely NG. Anyone who knows the doorway knows that this is pure nonsense.
Positioning does not rely entirely on the sense of the camera, but mainly the personal practical experience, but professional actors often work hard on this.
In order to save time, the crew directly posted a large mark on the ground as a reminder, clearly listing which sentence to face and a few steps forward.
"The main thing you need to pay attention to is the number three machine. When you change the face, turn your body slightly to the right and don't block the other people's camera." The performance director is a female, only reaching the position of Li Zhiqing's shoulders. Li Zhiqing always bends down and lowers his head, without letting the other person happen. The slightest source of oppressive feeling in the body.
He remembered everything in the first time, and his attitude at the moment is still correct and serious
The dense and long eyelashes with the ends curled up like a fan covered them, and they lifted and dropped from time to time, revealing the small, focused eyes at the back. They look as good as they are.
The son of the acting director works in a foreign country. He gathers little and leaves more, and the motherly love he has accumulated for a long time is aroused. The more he speaks, the softer the tone becomes. Finally, he calms him: "Don't be nervous, Xiao Chen was NG when he was filming. It was only in the morning that he could barely find a sense. Director Deng’s patience has long been worn out by him. Even if he makes a few mistakes, he won’t say anything about you. If you forget something, you can ask again."
Li Zhiqing curled his eyes: "If you say so carefully, I still make a mistake, I don't have the face to come and ask you."
The performance director often listened to flattering words with similar meanings, but when the voice of Runlang spoke, coupled with Li Zhiqing's open face, he was coaxed to exult.
This heart flower just bloomed, and Chen Yipei, who had finished the shots, walked over with tears and laughed and pulled a handful of petals down: "Teacher, I didn’t have NG for so long on the first day. That time Dao Deng was mad at him. first."
After defending himself, Chen Yipei took a few steps towards Li Zhiqing again, and put on his shoulders: "Secretly teaching you about the tricks of position, I have summarized it myself."
After arriving at the shooting scene, Li Zhiqing paid a lot of attention to Chen Yipei out of vigilance.
As a new performer, Chen Yipei also wants to leave a good impression on the people in the circle. He is open and hearty at any time on the set, and he can talk with anyone, and the staff treats him without restraint.
Had it not been for this person to test Li Zhiqing's birth date by lied on the title of the script, Li Zhiqing would not have rejected him.
Seeing that the other party's arms were about to come up, Li Zhiqing's face was full of smiles, but his fingers were slightly loosened decisively, and the script he was pinching slid forward to the ground.
Li Zhiqing raised his eyebrows, his eyes widened, as if he was shocked by the sudden drop of the script.He deliberately spared a moment of reaction time, hurriedly strode forward, bent down neatly to pick up the script, and when he stood up, he was opposite Chen Yipei.
His movements were too natural, his expression was impeccable, and the timing was chosen just right. Chen Yipei couldn't realize that the opponent was deliberately avoiding him.When the script slipped, he reached out to pick it up, and saw that Li Zhiqing had picked it up, so he took it back.
"Just where you are, I am embarrassed to teach others." Cheng Jiarun heard the movement here while applying makeup, and when he came over, he poured cold water on Chen Yipei mercilessly. It can be because of forgetting the words NG. With this ability to mislead people, it is better to recite the rest of your lines."
Chen Yipei even dared to turn back in the morning when she was making trouble. She was a little bit embarrassed as soon as she was seriously taught about business. Now she can only bow her head and admit her mistake, wave her hand with others, and walk to the backyard. The posture of the lines.
As soon as Chen Yipei left, Li Zhiqing suddenly loosened his tight muscles, and even had a illusion of smooth breathing.
Cheng Jiarun was a lot quieter in the face of others, and showed up to the end of the cordiality: "There is still a five-minute break. You can go to familiarize yourself with the plane first, and pay attention to the place." After speaking, he walked away. rest.
Li Zhiqing thanked her and walked to the middle of the scene to collect the surrounding cameras and ground marks one by one. Finally, he tried to walk on a specific track. Before reaching the end, he heard a loud shout.
"What's the mess?! Are there any rules?!"
Li Zhiqing followed the sound and saw the camera crew press the cup aside, rushing over to pull the little girl standing next to the lens box.
The noise during the rest was blown away by this sound.
The little girl held everyone's gaze, her face flushed, and she kept bowing and apologizing, saying that she had just given way to others, and the camera box happened to be behind her. She was too tired and couldn't hold back sitting in the corner.
Li Zhiqing looked at the hand-held machine with her frown, feeling that his expression was more cautious than angry.
"Daqing, drink water?" Song Junlin moved from the edge to his side and shook the mineral water in his hand, "Daqing, drink water?" I took it from the car.
Li Zhiqing glanced at the other party's dry lips and shook his head: "Are you going to the back as free labor again?"
When Song Junlin heard that he didn't drink, he immediately unscrewed the bottle cap and poured water into his mouth. While drinking, he pulled Li Zhiqing to a place with few people, and whispered: "I just went to chat with Qun Yan, it's really miserable."
"What?" Li Zhiqing was puzzled.
"Sixty wages a day, a little bit hacked by the crew, and a part of it taken away by the group. You can get a maximum of fifty yuan." Song Junlin leaned close to his ear and muttered, his voice was so small that Li Zhiqing could hardly listen. Why don't you be drunk, why not do this?"
Li Zhiqing swept the little girl after being scolded by the handheld, and returned to the leader to be trained: "Everyone has aspirations."
"Then your blog is here too?" Song Junlin screwed the cap back and slapped him on the shoulder. "Thank you today. I know a lot of things. The lady boss asked me to buy a few boxes of vegetables to take home. I'll leave early. For a while."
He left with his front foot, the rest time was over, and Li Zhiqing was briefly reminded to move again before the filming continued.
Cheng Jiarun is indeed well-deserved as a behind-the-scenes, not only he enters the drama quickly, but also affects Li Zhiqing's mood.
Nevertheless, Li Zhiqing still feels less comfortable than when he auditioned.
It’s not that it’s not difficult to perform, nor is the environment stressful. It is simply uncomfortable that permeates the body and mind. It only pops up occasionally during the official shooting, which is not too uncomfortable.
Li Zhiqing avoided making mistakes while coping with discomfort. After shooting a few shots at different angles, a layer of sweat stuck to his back.
I don't know if it was due to the long-term high concentration of energy and the excessive consumption of physical strength. He began to feel a little heavy-headed when he was resting in the evening. When Song Junlin came to deliver the lunch, he didn't even bother to pick up his words.
"Do you remember the one who was scolded before?" Song Junlin suddenly whispered, "I heard someone say that the scolding was because she was sitting on the camera box."
Li Zhiqing was taken aback: "Taboo?"
"How do you know?" Song Junlin was stunned now, "I haven't finished."
Li Zhiqing pulled back the strands of hair that had been blown to the front by the wind: "There are many similar customs in the folk, so that women are not allowed to touch the lens box, probably because they are afraid of shooting things that cannot be shot."
Mentioned things that could not be photographed, a cool breeze quickly posted up, and at the same time a muffled thunder appeared in the sky.
Song Junlin got hairy inexplicably, and patted the goose bumps on his arms: "...Bah, bah, no words."
Li Zhiqing didn't help him make up for the "weird power and chaos", he pulled up his sleeves as if thinking of something, and went to look at the copper coin stuck in the middle of his forearm.
This copper coin is extremely old. The square hole is pierced by a black braided rope. The writing on the surface is dim and fuzzy. It cannot be distinguished from which dynasty. It is plated with a thick and moisturizing layer, and it contrasts with the skin in shocking black and white.
"What are you doing!" Song Junlin knew that copper coins and amulets were of the same nature, and became even colder. "There really is nothing!"
Li Zhiqing pulled back his sleeves with confidence: "What can I have? I just see if I have lost anything."
At any rate, it was that guy's treasure. After so many years, there has been no change. The claim that Baixie is not close should not be false. His current state may be really because he is too tired.
Song Junlin couldn't take it anymore, "Then don't just watch it after you say it, Mao panicked."
Li Zhiqing laughed at him as timid. He covered his jacket and leaned against the wall to close his eyes and rested. When he started shooting, his condition improved a lot, but that kind of uneasiness would still occur.
He secretly smiled bitterly that he didn't have lens phobia, and he was not fit to be active in front of the camera.
After finishing the last close-up shot, Li Zhiqing felt relieved to be able to get rid of the discomfort, but before Cheng Jiarun removed his fingertips from the back of his hand, Li Zhiqing suddenly had a thought of "go away" in his mind.
This information blasted directly into his mind without the sound, shaking Li Zhiqing's hand and taking a half step back subconsciously.
Cheng Jiarun seemed to be startled by him, and it took two seconds to withdraw her hand: "Are you okay?"
Li Zhiqing didn't even realize that his face lost blood in an instant: "...It's okay, it's because I've been tensed and tired when I relax."
Cheng Jiarun politely gave him a good rest, and summoned his assistant to deliver a carton of milk to Li Zhiqing, and went to make up for the rest of the shooting.
Li Zhiqing's mind was "walking". After leaving the scene, he was blown by the wind against his cold sweat, and it was terribly cold.
"Daqing, don't scare me, what's wrong with you?" Song Junlin almost failed to keep up with Li Zhiqing's pace.
Li Zhiqing was chilled by the wind, and said as he walked: "I'm hungry, it seems a little low blood sugar."
"I just brought dinner, I'll get you a portion to cushion your stomach." Song Junlin saw that his face turned pale, a little nervous.
"It's okay, let's go back and eat." Li Zhiqing was in a state of chaos and didn't forget to take care of Song Junlin's emotions, and tugged at him with a smile.
Group performances with lines belong to special actors, and their daily salary is higher than that of ordinary group performances. They are deducted and deducted, and they get a total of 155 yuan.
This time, Song Junlin didn't want to complain about the group performance. The work was exhausting and miserable. He hurriedly led Li Zhiqing out, thinking about letting the boss open the stove for him, and the car keys were directly in his hand.
As soon as he stepped out of the gate, Song Junlin held up the umbrella, and Li Zhiqing suddenly stopped under the eaves.
"What's the matter?" Song Junlin looked back, thinking he was going to faint, and reached out to help him.
Li Zhiqing pushed away his hand and shook his head, his left hand half lifted up with a deep expression on his face.
His wrist was very white, and the black braided rope traversed the veins of the blood vessels inside. The copper coin swayed twice at the bottom and was supported by the other hand.
Song Junlin didn't find anything, but Li Zhiqing could see clearly, and a hole had already collapsed where the copper coin and the braided rope were attached.
The author has something to say: Fan looked at the script with a serious face: Okay, Lord Long, you can go.
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fan:?!!!!
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Fan: Nonsense, he just listened to me yesterday!
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