Chapter 26 The wind rises from this scar, it really seems real.
After sending this message, Chen Xing turned over his phone and drank the coconut juice in one breath. Zheng Qi praised him for his good alcohol tolerance and filled his glass again.
Director Yu just happened to call on everyone to take a photo of clinking glasses and asked the waiter to come over to take a photo.
Everyone stood up, raised their cups, and shouted at the same time: "Acting is supreme! Good luck in the start of filming!"
After everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, they left the restaurant and got on the van to go home.
The vehicle returned along the same route. The street lights dyed the forsythia flowers into a lemon-yellow waterfall. The scattered petals stuck to the windshield, forming wet golden spots.
The lights of the city gradually faded away. As the car drove back to the scenic area, we could see the mountain ridge line outlined with silver edges by the moonlight. There were scattered lights on the asphalt road. The moment the tires rolled over the broken lights on the ground, the fragrance of flowers suddenly filled the car.
Chen Xing couldn't help but take a photo.
After returning to the dormitory, everyone shared some interesting stories about today's filming, and then went about their own business: Zheng Peiya and Xue Si Nian went back to write the script, Zhao Xingyu played video games with Wang Baiyue, who had just finished filming, and Zheng Qi went back to his room to sleep.
Chen Xing and Xia Huanming were rehearsing tomorrow's lines in the living room.
To Xia Huanming's surprise, Chen Xing's rhythm in reading the lines was much better than at the beginning, and his breathing was in the right place.
It means that you have not yet gotten rid of your habitual thinking and have been imitating actions such as "thinking" and "recalling".
I have to admit that Qi Yinrui did teach Chen Xing well. Xia Huanming thought about it, and the fox eyes making the scissors gesture appeared in his mind.
...I still don’t want to think about it.
After Chen Xing finished reciting the last sentence, he looked at Xia Huanming expectantly: "How is it?"
Xia Huanming flipped through the script and thought, "Is this what he taught you?"
Chen Xing moved closer to Xia Huanming and read the script with him: "Did I act wrong?"
Chen Xing doesn't wear perfume. He only smells like standard shower gel, just like him.
Xia Huanming glanced at Chen Xing's hair swirl, shook his head and said, "No, I'm just a little surprised that you've improved so quickly. You have a strong learning ability."
Xia Huanming's tone was deliberately gentle, not sounding serious.
As a result, Chen Xing shrugged his shoulders like last time and moved a step to the right.
Xia Huanming really didn't understand Chen Xing's twitching. When he was whispering to others, he was so happy that his teeth were almost pointing to the ceiling. But he hid after he said a few words? Did he really not want to listen?
When he realized his heart was beating violently twice, he had already grabbed Chen Xing's wrist.
Chen Xing guessed what Xia Huanming was going to say, and answered first: "Captain, don't talk in my ear, I'm tickled."
Chen Xing noticed that Xia Huanming's brows sank, and his voice became a little unhappy: "Why don't you sneer when Zhao Xingyu talks to you?"
Chen Xing answered as a matter of course: "Because you are different."
Someone's mouth corners were pulled up to 20 degrees: "What's the difference?"
"Zhao Xingyu can usually scream up to F5 when he gets excited, but it's a normal sound when he speaks softly," Chen Xing used his free hand to draw a line in the air, explaining the principle methodically, "Captain, your voice is nice and light, and you don't scream when you talk normally. The most you can hear is D4. I personally can't stand the pitch around C3."
Xia Huanming didn't understand anything related to music. He only understood the middle sentence. His mood improved a lot and he said, "Why are there so many reasons?" He seemed to understand Chen Xing.
The two rehearsed for a while, and since Xia Huanming had to perform for another group of scenes the next morning, he went upstairs to sleep at half past ten.
Chen Xing continued to recite the long sentence in the living room.
At 1 pm the next day, Chen Xing had just arrived at the scene when he heard the director team shout, "Today's scene needs to be packed with people! Hurry up for the first few scenes!"
Chen Xing hurried to the dressing room and asked his "simultaneous interpreter": "Captain! What is the density?"
Xia Huanming, who had his eyes closed, was not surprised at all. He replied calmly, "Before the sun sets, the sky will still be blue. At this time, if you turn on a few lights, the atmosphere for photographing the scenery and people will be very good. Who told you that?"
Xia Huanming slowly opened his eyes and looked at Chen Xing reflected in the makeup mirror.
Chen Xing's costumes when filming are all very simple, basically a coat and an inner layer, to make it easier to change clothes.
Today she wore a beige cardigan with a white long-sleeved shirt underneath, loose wide-leg dark blue jeans, and casually grabbed her hair, revealing her eyebrows.
Chen Xing held the script in his hand and tapped his thigh: "Director, what scene do you want to grab the density of?"
"It should be your scene," Xia Huanming thought for a moment and reminded him, "The daylight grabbing scene usually only lasts for a dozen minutes, and it's even shorter in winter."
Chen Xing was startled and walked to Xia Huanming's right side. Together with Cuicui, he stared at his face and said, "Doesn't that mean we can't do it once?"
Xia Huanming was immersed in the cold shadow, his eyes met with Chen Xing's: "It's very stressful, right?"
Chen Xing thought about his current state of mind and answered truthfully: "It's not that bad. After all, I have to face it sooner or later."
Xia Huanming smiled and said, "One of your strengths is your strong heart." He is not afraid of any occasion and can adjust his mood freely.
Chen Xing suddenly became excited and asked in a raised voice: "Oh? So, do I have other advantages? What are they?"
Xia Huanming shook his head and refused to say anything no matter how Chen Xing asked.
"Why is it more irritating than hearing you whisper?" Chen Xing felt his throat itchy. "Forget it, I won't bother you anymore. I'm going to drink some water. Bye."
After Chen Xing left, the dressing room returned to its former tranquility.
Xia Huanming smiled faintly, and the usually talkative Cuicui actually spoke up: "You have such a good relationship in your team."
"He is nice to everyone." Xia Huanming said.
"I can tell," Cui Cui nodded. Even under her mask, one could tell she was in a good mood. "When he bought milk tea yesterday, he asked Xiao Ling as well as me."
Xia Huanming looked up at Cuicui and said, "Did he also treat you guys to milk tea?"
"Hmm..." Cuicui is also a smart person. She immediately figured out that the key to the question was "Why wasn't he invited?" and quickly added, "Because he wanted to thank Xiaoling, he bought her milk tea. There were only three of us who drank it."
"It's something he can do." Xia Huanming stopped talking.
When Xia Huanming came out, Chen Xing was listening to Director Yu giving instructions on the movements of the play.
Chen Xing held the script like a little assistant, holding a pen in his right hand, and followed Director Yu wherever he went. Finally, he followed directly behind the monitor.
No one hates someone who works hard, and Director Yu is no exception. He even patiently explained to Chen Xing.
Xia Huanming glanced over there and began to film his scene with Zhao Xingyu.
Zhao Xingyu and Chen Xing are usually laughing and joking together, but during the performance, he was contrary to his usual behavior, being focused and serious. When he talked about the outside world situation with Xia Huanming, the two of them had such a tacit understanding that they seemed like comrades-in-arms.
Zhao Xingyu has a little habit when performing. His right eyebrow will unconsciously raise, making him seem not as honest as usual.
These are all points that can be learned. Chen Xing wrote them down in his notebook.
"It will be your turn soon. Don't feel pressured. You are a newcomer after all, and I won't have very high expectations of you." Director Yu patted Chen Xing's shoulder.
"Okay, Director Yu." Chen Xing nodded.
But can I tell you? Actually, it doesn’t matter if you don’t comfort me. If you do, it will only increase my pressure.
Chen Xing didn't say anything in the end.
After the scene with Xia Huanming and Zhao Xingyu was finished, Director Yu focused on explaining Chen Xing's scene. In addition to grabbing the daylight, this scene was going to be shot in one take, which meant that there couldn't be any pauses in the dialogue between the three people.
Chen Xing suddenly thought of what Director Yu said
...Is this called "don't feel pressured"?
Now not only the actors are under pressure, but the photographers are also stepping up their game.
The photographer held the stabilizer and followed Chen Xing wherever he went.
Chen Xing ran into the woods to act out the scene of "stumbling out of the woods". The photographer first ran in front of him to take a picture of his face, then ran to the side to take a picture of him running. Finally, the two of them saw through the fog and found the person standing at the exit.
Chen Xing could even hear the photographer letting out a long sigh of relief.
They practiced their movements five times and officially started filming on the sixth time.
The sky had an eerie blue glow, but there was some residual light at the far west end, which was indeed suitable for "Doomsday".
The time of this scene is set in autumn, and the director team specially planted several trees that only bloom in autumn to show the despair of the end of autumn.
"Okay! Ten scenes in one take!" The script supervisor came over and clapped the board, "Begin!"
The crisp sound of clapping was heard, bringing with it a gust of wind.
The wind came at such a perfect time that Chen Xing could hear the rustling of fallen leaves on the ground, like countless broken glass rubbing against each other.
The dusk was like a pool of spilled blue ink, soaking the entire birch forest, and every leaf reflected an eerie blue in the air.
Chen Xing held onto the rough tree trunk, breathing gently as Xia Huanming had instructed him yesterday, as if he had just been running for a long time and was now taking a short break.
There is a huge difference between rehearsal and actual acting. He has to ignore the camera next to him and just play the role he wants to play.
Chen Xing covered his lower abdomen and continued to run forward. Countless branches and leaves rubbed against his body. The broken branches made a crisp sound under his feet, which reminded him of the sound of broken bones.
Chen Xing, who was "physically exhausted", basically ran a few steps and walked a few steps. It would have taken him two minutes to walk the distance that could have taken him half a minute to run, as the director requested.
The strong smell of earth filled his body, mixed with the musty smell of rotting leaves - this was the most primitive smell of the earth. Chen Xing liked the smell after the rain very much. Normally, he would take two deep breaths here, but now, he needed to treat these smells as poisonous and hold his breath as much as possible.
He knew his face would turn red at this point, which was exactly the effect they wanted.
When the sound of birds chirping pierced the blue sky, he finally hit the edge of the woods. The suddenly bright world made him squint unconsciously.
The stones on the small slope rolled down, and in the last rays of light pulled by the horizon, he saw the figures of two people.
Chen Xing rushed over, not caring how much dirt his hands touched, and grabbed Xia Huanming's arm, shouting excitedly: "Yes, it's really you? Mr. He? I'm the person you saved before, do you still remember me?! I came here specially to find you!"
Xia Huanming supported the person in front of him.
His clean face was now covered in dirty dirt, and there was no clean skin on his arms and legs. But even so, the blue of the sky was reflected in the corners of his slightly drooped eyes, and he smiled so beautifully.
The man looked up at himself. This angle allowed the light to completely fill his eyes, and the edges of his irises appeared a very light gray-green.
Xia Huanming frowned.
"You were at that time...didn't you run away?!"
From this sentence on, the gears of fate began to coincide, click, click.
He forgot the life-saving grace of that day and was reincarnated at this moment.
When Chen Xing finished speaking that long paragraph very smoothly, everyone present relaxed a lot, because it was not difficult for them to continue speaking afterwards.
"Let's go to the cabin first."
As Huang Canni nodded, Director Yu's voice came from the loudspeaker.
"Cut! Perfect! Passed in one take! Channi, just add one more shot."
Photographer number two came over and started taking pictures of Huang Canni's stunned expression.
Chen Xing moved to the side and let out a long breath.
Xia Huanming came over and patted him on the back: "How long did you practice yesterday?"
Chen Xing looked up and asked, "About an hour or so."
Just as Chen Xing finished speaking, a dark shadow flashed beside them.
"Great, Xiaozhu! I was so nervous watching you over there, but you actually passed it in one try! All your practice in the living room paid off, you've improved a lot." Zhao Xingyu wanted to rub Chen Xing's hair, but thinking that he still had scenes to shoot later, he ended up high-fiving Chen Xing instead.
Chen Xing smiled happily, "Yeah! Thanks to Brother Rui and the captain for helping me, otherwise I would have spoken in a plain way because of my lack of emotion, and I would have done NG more than ten times. How is it! I performed pretty well!"
"Good! That's great! This young man has real potential!" Zhao Xingyu smiled so hard that you could even see his teeth.
The two of them were excited here, and Xia Huanming next to them was called by Cuicui to take photos for the next scene.
Chen Xing only saw Xia Huanming spinning in circles, while Cuicui stood on the "apple box" and took pictures of him from every angle.
Chen Xing hadn't finished reading yet, and Xiaoling came over with a makeup box: "I'm here to touch up your makeup, too."
She started to apply blush on Chen Xing's face again.
Zhao Xingyu looked at the ragged Chen Xing and nodded in praise: "You know what, your makeup skills are really good. This scar looks real, and the blood plasma is still flowing."
Chen Xing and Xiaoling looked down and saw that the five-centimeter wound on the calf was obviously different from the wound on the thigh. The crack was long and thin, without "scab", and the blood beads formed a red line along the calf, as if it was blooming on the skin.
Xiaoling recalled the makeup she had put on half an hour ago and said doubtfully, "No, I didn't put on any scars here?"
Zhao Xingyu: "Then this is...ah!"
Xiaoling: “Ah?”
Chen Xing: “Ah.”
Finished.
Chen Xing recalled.
Maybe he was cut by a branch while running, but it doesn't hurt much and the wound shouldn't be deep.
"I, I'll take you to the medical room?" Xiaoling hurriedly supported him.
"It's okay, it doesn't hurt, just wipe it and it will be fine." Chen Xing comforted the two.
Just as he was about to bend down to wipe off the dripping blood, his arm was grabbed by someone and a pair of long boots stepped over his shadow.
"Come on, I'll take you to bandage it." A cold voice came from above. He looked up and saw that Xia Huanming's expression was not very good.
The man's voice was extremely cold, but his hands were clenched tighter than anyone else's.
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