The next days.
Qin Feng worked harder than usual.
Now that my physical ability has declined, I can no longer meet shooting standards as casually as before.
Fortunately, he had a good foundation.
He is also quite talented in martial arts.
Under the personal guidance of Wu Jin and Cui Shijie, progress has been rapid.
He is qualified for the role based entirely on his original skills.
If anything, it's different.
It's like a dream.
A young man in the second grade of middle school who had been cheating for several months was just brought back to his original form.
Qin Feng also provides himself with psychological counseling from time to time.
Fortunately, he is not a grudge person.
Over the past few days, I have completely accepted this fact.
The Marvel Cinematic Universe shoot was a success.
According to director Wu Jin, filming will be officially completed in about fifteen days.
Near the end of this period, Qin Feng didn't have many scenes.
He comes here every day basically just to help move some equipment, but there is nothing else he needs to do.
It just so happened that I took this time to ask Lu Xiaoqiao for some filming knowledge.
"Master Qiao, what do you think of the footage I shot?"
"Not good," Lu Xiaoqiao said firmly.
At this time, she was wearing a special forces uniform, a fresh and neat ponytail, and military makeup.
She's going to shoot with aliens later.
"You didn't get involved when filming. How do I usually teach you? Should you explain it in a simple way and forget about it?"
Lu Xiaoqiao pointed out the problem directly.
"You are playing an immortal, the protagonist's master. The character's background should be transcendent in terms of ability, knowledge, and background. But you just show his aloofness and rebelliousness, which is not enough."
"To put it simply, you do not regard yourself as an immortal, but as someone who imitates an immortal."
Lu Xiaoqiao was fiddling with the position of M416 as he spoke.
"You are old, but you have not integrated into the character. You have to believe that you are an old man. For example, you believe that you will have back pain, aging limbs, etc."
"The key point is that I have never experienced it. I don't know what a thousand-year-old man is like..."
When Qin Feng mentioned the thousand-year-old man, he subconsciously thought of the two thousand-year-old banshees at home.
If the characters were created in their image, they would be too different from the immortals in the script.
Lu Xiaoqiao rolled her eyes at him and said angrily: "Have I never seen aliens? I don't want to get involved later."
"But as long as we assume that all human beings are preparing to be wiped out by aliens and fight for peace and justice and to defend their homeland, doesn't it feel like this?"
Qin Feng listened carefully and nodded with some understanding.
Lu Xiaoqiao has two roles in the play.
One is the lover of the protagonist Luo Fei a hundred years ago, and the other is his future teammate against aliens.
Although the two look alike, their characters are very different.
The former is a gentle and good-natured person who treats everyone with kindness in return.
The latter is a lively and cheerful female man.
With one person playing two roles, Lu Xiaoqiao felt like he was about to become more sophisticated.
Qin Feng went to her to ask questions, and it also depends on who she is playing today.
After he left, Xi Mengting walked out of the shed behind her.
He also held a cup of chrysanthemum tea in his hand and handed it to Lu Xiaoqiao.
"Can he understand what you are saying? Just hearing it with your ears is not enough, you must practice it."
"With his talent, he should be able to do it, right? It doesn't matter who taught him."
Lu Xiaoqiao took a sip of tea and said proudly.
"Oh," Xi Mengting curled her lips, "Why are you bragging? Qiao Dashu."
She paused, then seemed to remember something, "Oh, by the way, you shocked me last night by talking in your sleep until midnight."
"What else did he say, 'Girls, watch out, I'm going to show off, take off your clothes first, and you guys can follow.'" Then there was a song that made me laugh and cry, 'I'm an alien, I live on an alien planet, I'm a thief alien. Star, native silver'.”
"Huh?" Lu Xiaoqiao looked at Xi Mengting in disbelief, "Am I so open?"
...
A week later.
Qin Feng's scene is officially finished.
There were only a few shots in the epilogue, and almost all of his parts were shot over there in the snowy mountains.
Therefore, after filming the final scene of Luo Fei’s memories, we can finish filming on the spot.
Other staff members still stick to their posts.
I guess there's still a week left.
A lot of the crew's filming work is in this mode.
It is accurate to the point that every actor, big and small, from a minor player to a popular artist, will have an itinerary.
During the Snow Mountain opening banquet, it was the most crowded time for all the staff, including the actors, with a total of about two hundred people.
By the end, only a handful of more than 30 people were left.
Qin Feng stayed and had no work to do.
It only increases the cost of the crew and my own expenses.
After all, the crew will not reimburse Yu Qinghan.
So it counts as household expenses.
the next day.
Qin Feng planned to fly back to his home in Jiujiang with her.
As for Huo Qian'er, her role is not over yet.
I need to fight with the crew until the last moment.
She had to postpone her return for a week.
night.
It was a rare occasion for the three of them to get together, so Qin Feng decided to treat them to a restaurant at his own expense.
He first asked Huo Qian'er what she wanted to eat.
After all, after finishing this meal, Huo Qian'er was the only one left here.
However, this little girl seems to be obsessed with reciting lines recently.
He raised his head and said without thinking -
“Western scrambled eggs.”
Qin Feng frowned.
You should treat each other with admiration after three days of separation.
After listening to it like this, Huo Qian'er's Yanjing dialect was so practiced that it was so authentic.
"Okay, okay, but next time you go to a restaurant, you just want to eat home-cooked food like this?"
Say it.
Qin Feng asked Yu Qinghan the same question again.
The beautiful vampire girl's eyes suddenly shone.
Just as he was about to speak, Qin Feng took the lead in answering.
"Haidilao. Anyway, you can order tomato and egg drop pot bottom, as well as your favorite kinds of blood."
Yu Qinghan nodded like garlic, expressing agreement.
"It's done!" Huo Qian'er said in exactly the same way as Yu Qinghan, "Miss, you can eat whatever you like."
Come to Haidilao.
Under the enthusiastic guidance of the waiter, come and sit down.
Start ordering on a tablet.
Yu Qinghan swiped the panel to browse the dishes, while Huo Qianer on the side was reading the dishes in Yanjing dialect.
"Luobei."
"Potato."
"Tender lettuce."
"Lame piece, and sweet potato skin."
Qin Feng suddenly raised his head.
I noticed that the waitress standing nearby was snickering.
After all, what Huo Qian'er said was too difficult to pronounce and unnatural, so it's no wonder she couldn't help but laugh.
The same goes for Wu Jin. It's a bit overwhelming to ask a native southerner to practice Yanjing dialect.
Qin Feng said in an interesting tone, "Qian'er, come and listen to me."
Huo Qian'er cleared her throat, with an expression as if she had just picked it up.
Then the words were correct and round--
"Fuck, son, three!"
"Pfft——" Qin Feng coughed several times.
Why does it sound so strange?
Then do you read it backwards like "三, er, force?"
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