She firmly believes that as long as the quality of the film is high, it will be possible for them to leave their mark on this star-studded stage.
"I will try to speed up the subsequent filming. The only requirement is to ensure the quality of the filming." He really saw the determination on Zhang Qiurui's face and knew that she had made up her mind.
Situ Zhaodun has been with Zhang Qiurui for more than half a year. Although Zhang Qiurui is not very old, she has become famous at a young age and is mentally mature. Once she makes a decision, it is difficult for others to change her mind.
"Thank you, teacher."
In the following days, Situ Zhaodun brought up the later scenes, and the daily shooting schedule was tight and fulfilling.
All members of the crew entered a tense and efficient working state.
They worked overtime, but no one complained.
They strive for excellence and strictly control every detail.
Under the leadership of Zhang Qiurui, the entire crew seemed to be united by an invisible force, moving towards the goal together.
Zhang Qiurui is even busier, because after shooting during the day, she will stay in the editing room at night. Not only does she have to watch the playback of every shot, but she also has to carefully consider every editing point to ensure the fluency of the story and the coherence of emotions.
Fortunately, Liu Miaomiao has a talent for editing. With her help, and Zhang Qiurui having seen the movie later, she knew how to edit it very well and was able to achieve the effect she wanted.
As time went by, Zhang Qiurui looked obviously more haggard, with thick dark circles under his eyes.
This day.
Zhang Qiurui got up before dawn.
When Li Shaohong, Hu Mei, Peng Xiaolian and Liu Miaomiao in the dormitory heard the noise, they also got up.
"Qiurui works so hard. Seeing her losing weight these days, I feel so heartbroken." Hu Mei looked at Zhang Qiurui's thin back, her tone full of heartache and admiration.
At the age of fifteen, he has extraordinary perseverance and determination, and has done things that adults like them cannot do. He gets up early and goes to bed late every day. Hu Mei really admires Zhang Qiurui.
"We've invested over 100,000 yuan, but we don't know what the outcome will be. Qiurui is under a lot of pressure as well." Li Shaohong said with a worried look on her face.
"I don't think it's about money. Qiu Rui doesn't take money that seriously. It seems that this movie has a special meaning to Qiu Rui.
Fortunately, with only today's big scene, the film has already been shot and the editing is halfway done. In ten more days, the entire editing process will be complete." Liu Miaomiao often edits movies with Zhang Qiurui at night, and she sees things more thoroughly than anyone else.
"There must be something we don't know about." Peng Xiaolian said thoughtfully.
"No matter what, we just need to help Qiu Rui make this movie well.
Yesterday, Second Brother Zhang said he bought an old hen from a villager in Zhuxin Village to nourish Qiurui. "Meow meow, I'll leave this to you. You can rest and catch up on some sleep during the day. You worked hard yesterday," said the eldest sister, Hu Mei, who quickly got up and arranged things for Liu Miaomiao.
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“Today is the last big scene of this movie.
Fang Shu, you are the soul of this scene. I hope to shoot it in one take. When filming this scene, even if you make a mistake, I won't call cut. You have to keep acting until I call cut.
Have you memorized all your lines? "That day, Zhang Qiurui came to the set and said this to Fang Shu with a serious and expectant look on his face.
"Director Zhang, I have practiced the lines many times, and every word is engraved in my heart. I am ready for this scene." Fang Shu was a little nervous, and her heartbeat quickened slightly.
Fang Shu knew that this one-shot drama was not only the ultimate test of her acting skills, but also the key to the successful sublimation of the entire film.
"Fang Shu, you have to remember that your emotions must be genuine, allowing the audience to enter the character's inner world through your performance.
Let me say a few words, if you don't mind, you can put yourself in the shoes of your own parents' memorial service. If you perform this scene in this way, the emotions will naturally be fuller and deeper.
"But remember, even though you're expressing your true feelings, you must maintain a sense of proportion and not let your emotions get out of control and affect the overall rhythm. This is a dual challenge, both technically and emotionally." Zhang Qiurui patted Fang Shu's shoulder encouragingly.
Fang Shu took a deep breath and nodded, with a determined light in his eyes.
She closed her eyes, and her parents' warm smiles and the unspeakable pain of parting quickly flashed through her mind. Those memories came like a tide, instantly surrounding her.
"Director Zhang, I'm fine." Fang Shu quickly calmed down.
"All departments, get ready. Lighting, photography, sound effects, three, two, one, Action!" Following Zhang Qiurui's command, the entire set instantly fell silent, leaving only the sound of the camera turning and Fang Shu's heavy breathing.
Fang Shu slowly stepped into the camera, slowly approaching the mourning hall. She stared at her fiancé's portrait, tears welling up in her eyes, yet they refused to fall. Her lips trembled slightly, as if every word carried a weight of emotion: "Why would you just leave me like this? Didn't we agree to grow old together?"
There was disbelief and deep sorrow in her voice. She reached out her hand and gently touched the smiling face of her fiancé in the portrait with her fingertips. That smile had once been her most solid support, but now it could only be frozen in the cold photo frame.
"We passed by each other's lives briefly, and I almost thought it would last forever." Fang Shu leaned forward slightly, as if wanting to cross the barriers of time and space and embrace that familiar and distant warmth again.
But her mind told her that all this was no longer possible. She slowly knelt on the ground, tears finally bursting out, silently sliding down and dripping onto the cold ground, each drop like the endless sadness and reluctance in her heart.
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