"Heart Shadow Link" Group B is busy again.
The majestic nanny car drove carelessly into the parking lot outside the studio. One of the two assistants was dragging a flight case, and the other was carrying a large bag and a small bag. A thin long coat of a famous brand was draped on his hand. Shi Zhenbin was responsible for the scene. Using a parasol in Xinghe - Although the autumn weather in Beijing is crisp and clear in mid-to-late September, and it is already four o'clock in the afternoon, the thing to protect against is never the strong sun, but ultraviolet rays.
The crew came up and took Jing Xinghe all the way into the dressing room, and the rest of the group followed suit. It didn't matter whether it was crowded or not, but it looked like it was well organized, and it was the size of a team that a celebrity should have.
The purple-black military uniform was quickly put on Jing Xinghe, and two or three costume assistants came over to take care of it. One of them said in a flattering and begging tone, "The hem of this dress is a bit short. I need to change it when I have time." Xinghe said mildly, "It's okay," and sneered in his heart. Because he is 181cm tall, the original owner was naturally shorter in comparison.
The costume assistant who received the response smiled appropriately and commented vaguely from shoulder to waist. Jing Xinghe was surrounded by compliments such as "golden ratio" and felt happy.
After changing into his costume, two makeup assistants with good smells came over to check his makeup. The makeup was naturally done by our own team in the nanny's car. They knew how to apply it to maximize his appearance. It was a big sacrifice to deign to play a supporting role. Jing Xinghe would not let his face be messed up by the cheap makeup artists of Group B.
After nearly three hours of hard work, Jing Xinghe, who was fully armed, walked out of the makeup studio to warm applause. With a shy smile, he clasped his hands and bowed, nodding obediently to Sun Guangshan.
Sun Guangshan smiled. He had to admit that this kind of working atmosphere was more familiar to him. It's uncomfortable, but familiar. This is enough for the workers.
"Teacher Xinghe, please stand over here. Yes, you can move a little to the left... Yes, yes, very good! You are really talented!"
Skipping all steps, the actor in costume stands at the position designated by the executive director, and the lights and cameras are all focused on serving him.
Sun Guangshan raised his loudspeaker and spent more than ten minutes to get the numerous assistants in the Jingxinghe team to stand out of the way. As he spoke repeatedly, he suddenly felt a sense of sadness. This sadness had nothing to do with efficiency. He just couldn't help but miss the time when he still had authority.
He put on a smile again, and the wrinkles on his face looked more like low-value banknotes that had been squeezed into a small ball and then unfolded than old chrysanthemums.
In this new credit reporting society, there are almost no banknotes, but there are a lot of humanoid banknotes stained with shoe prints and mud.
The shooting finally started, one shot after another, progressing rapidly. The director of photography’s eyes fell on the monitor screen, which was filled with static facial close-ups, static close-ups, and static mid-close shots, like a full-color silent film. He looked at it for three seconds without saying anything. In his ears was Sun Guangshan's shout of dispatching the cameraman.
The guide rails have already been set up, and the cameraman sits on the universal apple box and is pushed from left to right by the site workers. The camera captures the 180-degree beauty of Jingxing River, like a brand owner surrounding a still Just put up a human-shaped sign and contribute a flash, and someone else will take care of it.
"Tilting your head to take off the mask, like this... Yes! Yes! Very good, very good!"
Sun Guangshan was demonstrating on the side, and Jingxing River was shining on the gourd and painting. He stood in the performance area for nearly forty minutes today and made an effort that cannot be ignored.
At eleven o'clock in the evening, the crew finished work. The whole crew was in harmony, and the atmosphere was as harmonious as real. Jing Xinghe waved back and forth among the crowd, smiling, but turned around and never looked back, and his figure was quickly submerged. After layers of assistants.
"call!"
He got into the nanny car, put on his sunglasses, relaxed his whole body, put one leg on top of the other, shook his feet from time to time, and skillfully played mobile games with his hands.
The car drove away, and under the moonlight the young props master who was cleaning up the mess on the set squatted beside the storage box and was lost in thought.
"What are you doing? Finish it quickly and go back." The props team leader urged.
The prop master opened his mouth and said after two seconds: "Team leader, what's going on, Qin——"
"Just do whatever the crew asks you to do. Why are you talking so much!" The props team leader interrupted him and gave him a fierce look.
The prop master twitched his lips: "Oh."
He was busy doing his work, but he still couldn't hold it back when he was returning, and his steps deliberately came close to the others who were chatting in low voices.
"What does this mean today...is it what I think it is?"
"That's right. Isn't it obvious?"
"But the first two episodes of Qin...haven't everyone finished filming? Tang Nuo has also finished filming."
"Oh, you don't understand. Isn't it right after the filming?"
"oh……"
"There is nothing new in the circle. Hey, it's not always the same. Then who...it's really not popular anyway. Now I quite understand it."
"Then what should Tang Nuo do?"
"Let's talk about it! Anyway, the first two episodes are over. Tang Nuo was not on the set yesterday, so he also left after filming this morning. When he left, he said he wouldn't be here for the next few days. I guess he was talking in a subtle way. Are you talking about this? It's a pity, I really think he is quite handsome, much more handsome than Kekeke, they have completely different temperaments."
"Oh, this is the first time I've encountered this. Tsk, I really don't know what to say..."
"Hey! What are you talking about? Even if you go online to find out, don't you have a public relations person? Who has no experience in handling this kind of thing? But don't say it, I'm looking forward to filming opposite Tang Nuo - her You know how bad-tempered I am on set? Ha, I really want to have some fun."
"Do you think it's possible? Qin...then who will come back? Isn't he and Tang Nuo on good terms?"
"It's hard to say, but Tang Nuo doesn't have that much power, right? Unless she's trying to expose Kekeke for who? Wow, that would be a good show... But I still think there must be a team stopping her. "
"Hey, it's true!"
"Looking at your expression, you don't want to get the news, right? I advise you not to. We can't afford to get involved in this matter. We can just talk behind our backs."
"Ok, I know……"
The sound of chatting gradually faded away. The direction of the two people was not the same as that of the prop master. He stopped in advance and waited for the figure in front of him to disappear from his sight before continuing to move forward.
What's the matter?
He scratched his head irritably, knowing in his heart that everything had nothing to do with him. But when I recall the scene of Jing Xinghe grinning and posing for photos while drawing a knife and raising a gun, why the hell is he so angry?
Jing Xinghe couldn't even pick up the Tang Dao. He could only hold it for a few seconds and then put it down. Those who didn't know thought he was tired.
A hand suddenly placed on the prop master's shoulder, startling him.
Looking back, I saw an unfamiliar face, but it seemed familiar.
"You..." The prop master was confused.
"Uh, what about that? I'm the one who lights the lights, Zheng Xin."
Lighting assistant Zheng Xin made two gestures, "I remember you are the one who makes props, right? Sometimes you chat with Qin Jue on the set."
"Ah. Well. What's the matter?" The prop master still looked confused and slightly wary.
"It's okay, it's okay." Zheng Xin laughed dryly, his eyes obviously swaying around before he said awkwardly, "I just wanted to ask you, what's going on today?"
"..." The prop master almost laughed bitterly at this moment. He looked at Zheng Xin, who was a carbon copy of himself a few minutes ago, and somehow lost his strength. He took the initiative to put his hand on Zheng Xin's shoulder and said, "Let's change the actor." ! How do we know anything about the things above... we just have to work..."
Zheng Xin looked regretful: "Really? I think Qin Jue is pretty good."
Jing Xinghe just stood there, not moving his mouth or his legs. Could he be able to film such a handsome fighting scene?
"I think so too." The prop master was a little ridiculously happy, "But tell me, what's the use of it?"
"Well..." Zheng Xin stopped talking.
The two walked arm in arm for a while and soon separated at the intersection.
2300+
I'm missing "Entertainment Intern" again.
(End of chapter)
