Luk Ka-hung shoots at a very fast pace. To be honest, most people can't stand it when shooting with him.

He is impatient. He can make the atmosphere very impatient after just one or two takes. In the past two years, he wants to change his style and prefers to shoot some slow and artistic films. He has to slow down and calm down in the camera. He got impatient after shooting the first shot three times and scolded Liang Yisheng with a megaphone, saying that his acting skills went off like firecrackers.

Xiao Yuan held the boiling meat buns to warm her hands, took out the vegetarian buns she brought for Xu Yan from her arms, and shrank her neck at the fear of Luk Ka-hung's aura, "Wow, Director Lu is worthy of his reputation, the boss can only be scolded like this when filming his movies, it's horrible."

"You don't plan to shoot directly without talking about the play. Similarly, only Liang Yisheng can keep up with Luk Ka-hung's pace." Cheng Xinlu didn't get up so early as well, as she was old and her body couldn't take it. She just got up and came to the scene with a series of yawns, and as soon as she arrived, she caught up with Liang Yisheng and was scolded.

Cheng Xinlu sighed, quite worried, "Xu Yan, I remember that you didn't have a part in the first scene?"

"Yes, the first scene is a one-man shot of Liang Yisheng." Xu Yan moved a small stool and sat next to him, eating a bun, "It's all psychological drama. Director Lu has high requirements. If you can't film what he wants, he won't give it to you. But he himself can't say what he wants."

"Ouch!" Cheng Xinlu jumped to his side and put the bun in Xu Yan's hand into his mouth, "Do you dare to say that? Be careful not to be heard by others. You should worry about yourself first, or you will be scolded by Lu Jiahong later."

The first shot was finally passed after four takes. One shot was shot four times, and the subject was still Liang Yisheng. Anyone could see that the progress was not very smooth. Even someone like Xiao Yuan who doesn't know much about the industry can still tell that the film seems to have a bit of a breakdown from the beginning. I don't know if it will affect the subsequent filming, and I always feel nervous.

Liang Yisheng was also a little annoyed. He was familiar with Lu Jiahong and spoke directly. He put on his coat again in a black autumn shirt, frowning, "Don't be so careful. It took half a year to shoot a two-month film. When will it be released?"

Lu Jiahong squatted and smoked. Obviously, he also thought of this problem. He turned to look at Xu Yan, "Qingshu, have you memorized the lines?"

Lu Jiahong called Qingshu, but fortunately Xu Yan was in the play and knew that he was calling him.

Xu Yan straightened up immediately as if he was called by the teacher in class, "Director, I have memorized the lines, don't worry."

"Let's shoot the second scene first, can you do it? Liang Yisheng is not in good condition." Lu Jiahong said.

"Bullshit, don't blame me for your own poor condition." Liang Yisheng interrupted. Xu

Yan hadn't changed his clothes yet. He originally planned to change when the last few shots of the first scene started. He hurriedly followed the costumes into the changing room. It was early winter in the play, and the clothes were not thick to begin with. Now it was already February, it was even thinner.

Especially Qingshu, he didn't have much money to buy clothes. Liang Yisheng at least had an autumn coat to wear, but Xu Yan was only wearing a brown sweater that was washed white. He didn't know how many times it had been washed. It was loose and could only cover the body, but it didn't keep warm at all.

Xu Yan quickly took off his thermal pants from the lower body, shivering all over. He closed his eyes and pushed his legs into Qingshu's loose velvet pants. Halfway through, there was a knock on the door behind him. Xu Yan was startled. He only wore pants on his right leg, and his left leg was still freezing in the cold.

He hurriedly blocked the door, "Who? There's someone inside."

"Me." Liang Yisheng's voice.

Xu Yan didn't relax at all, "Teacher Liang, wait a moment." He

put on his pants as quickly as possible. Qingshu's clothes were not very suitable. Growing up, he had been wearing clothes given to him by his brothers, uncles, or even grandfather in the village. This pair of pants was much bigger than his waist. There should have been a belt, but the costume team only gave him a sweater and pants. Xu Yan looked around twice but couldn't find the belt in the dressing room, so he could only open the door holding his pants by the waist.

"Teacher Liang." Xu Yan stood at the door, and it looked like he had no intention of letting Liang Yisheng in.

Liang Yisheng looked him up and down and smiled, "Excuse me?"

Xu Yan tightened his grip on the waist of his pants in his palm, "No... it doesn't fit well, but I can't find the belt."

"Lu Jiahong doesn't have the habit of reciting plays, so I asked him for ten minutes. Can we check it out first? He's not in good shape, so he needs some time to change his mind." Liang Yisheng explained his purpose.

"Teacher Xu!" Liang Yisheng's words had just fallen when someone from the costume group hurried over and called Xu Yan rather embarrassedly, "Sorry, sorry, I forgot to give you the belt."

The person who came over probably thought that Liang Yisheng was also there, and that it would be inappropriate for him to stand in the way while the young couple was whispering at the door of the changing room. He gently placed the belt in Xu Yan's hand and immediately pulled his hand back, ready to leave.

The belt used by Qingshu was also given by an uncle in the village. The material of the belt was hard and stiff, and the belt buckle was a piece of heavy metal. With his head heavy and his feet light, he was about to slide to the ground following Xu Yan's hand. Before Xu Yan had time to think about it, he stretched out his other hand to catch it in time.

The next second, he was hugged by Liang Yisheng.

Xu Yan's whole body froze, and his half-bent waist made his head rest on Liang Yisheng's shoulder. I could feel a hand firmly pressing on my lower back, and I was slow to react. If it wasn't for this hand, my pants would have slipped off my waist.

The girl who was in charge of dressing Xu Yan saw the scene with all her eyes, and she felt very complicated. She silently cried and confessed her clumsiness, bowing repeatedly, "I'm sorry, Mr. Xu! It's all my fault for being so..."

"You go and do your work first." Liang Yisheng spoke up immediately.

"Oh, okay, okay!" The girl realized how wrong it was for her to still be standing here, and she wished she had eight legs and could run away.

The belt still fell to the ground.

Xu Yan's face was hot, and he silently reached out to pinch the waist of his pants from the side, took a step back, and withdrew from Liang Yisheng's arms.

A hand helped him pick up the belt on the ground.

"Thank you, Mr. Liang." Xu Yan reached out to take it, not daring to look Liang Yisheng in the eye.

The morning's scenes were all connected, and the second scene was Qingshu running over and knocking on Wei Yuan's window.

Xu Yan sat on a small stool with the script on his lap, "I'm a little worried that I can't follow your scene. Do you think I should hesitate more or retreat more after you said this?"

Liang Yisheng answered the question irrelevantly, "Are you an experiential actor or an acting actor?"

"Maybe it depends on the role. For some roles, you can't find a sense of substitution and can only rely on acting. For some roles, there is emotional resonance and you can invest more into the role, which will be smoother." Xu Yan replied.

"Luk Ka-Hung likes things with soul, whether it's actors or performances." Liang Yisheng said, "Some people think that experientialism is unacceptable, but I don't care. If the performance is too obvious, the character will not have soul."

"Teacher Liang..." Xu Yan suddenly raised his head from the script, "Do you act like this with other new actors?"

The two of them sat in the dressing room. Xu Yan was thin to begin with, and he wore loose, thin clothes wrapped in a thick down jacket. He looked like a narrow, swaying paper boat.

It seemed that he would follow the water wherever it flowed.

At least that was how Xu Yan felt at that moment.

"I rarely act opposite new actors," Liang Yisheng said.

Wei Yuan sat on the bed and smoked. This was his fifth cigarette, the fifth this morning. He was not addicted to smoking.

Many writers like to use writing as an excuse to become addicted to smoking, saying that they can't write anything and can't concentrate without smoking two cigarettes. He used to think that those were excuses for poor self-control, but now he tentatively agrees that if one is upset to a certain extent, the calming effect of tobacco is like a drug addiction that makes people unable to help but be fascinated by it.

There was a slight sound behind him, similar to someone gently poking the glass window.

Wei Yuan stood up from the smoke and saw a vague shadow through the curtains. A hand came out of the shadow and shook, "Brother."

Qing Shu lay on the windowsill and tried to tiptoe to look into Wei Yuan's room, just like he tiptoed every day to look through Wei Yuan's mouth at the big city outside.

"Smoker." Qing Shu looked at him and said.

When he said that, Wei Yuan felt that his annoyance was exposed because of him. He casually pressed the cigarette in his hand onto the windowsill and threw the cigarette butt out of the window. "What are you doing here?"

"Why can't I come?" Qing Shu asked him back.

After saying this, he climbed up the windowsill with both hands. His face was closer to Wei Yuan, and Wei Yuan could see the sparkling longing in his eyes.

"Brother, how many times better is the city you are going back to than here?"

Wei Yuan didn't like such questions.

Qing Shu always cared about how good that world was. He could order a sumptuous dinner with his mobile phone by moving his fingers at home, and there were still many colorful neon lights on the streets at 10 o'clock in the evening. The colorful world, too many things attracted him.

Wei Yuan leaned on the windowsill and looked at Qingshu, "Okay, of course. But if the poor boy in the village who has never seen the world goes out, he will be scared and want to run back immediately."

Qingshu looked at him.

They stared at each other for a long time, and no one spoke. Qingshu suddenly jumped off the stone he was standing on, turned around and left. He walked faster and faster, and finally ran and disappeared at the corner of the alley.

Liang Yisheng heard Lu Jiahong shouting "Work is over", and saw Xu Yan coming out from the corner of the alley. That face finally put on a relaxed smile, Xiao Yuan and Cheng Xinlu immediately surrounded him, and the three of them were talking about something.

The assistant also stood behind him holding his coat and thermos cup, "Teacher Liang?"

Liang Yisheng retracted his gaze, "Let's have lunch."

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Crawling slowly, there may be typos. I am too tired today and I don't have the brain to check it. I will post it first and check it tomorrow!