Chapter 83 Chapter 83
【The three of them walked through the tomb passage with difficulty and encountered a ghost wall. Qu Mufeng and Song Jin tried many ways but still couldn't leave. Finally, Qu Mufeng woke up the sleeping ghost. The ghost saw at a glance that there were two ghosts making trouble and took action to deal with the two troublemakers.】
In order to create the atmosphere of the tomb passage, kerosene lamps and torches were lit during filming. After each scene was filmed, the actors' noses, mouths, and faces were covered with ash and smoke.
As soon as the life of digging soil ended, he started the life of mining.
As a top-tier traffic star, Xiao Qinghe could easily film idol dramas with air conditioning on like Xie Weizhi, and reap the popularity and fans.
But he made himself look miserable every day, and suffered many injuries, just to enter the film industry and realize his dream of becoming a movie star.
Although he has a cheating tool like He Xianyu around him, he is unwilling to take shortcuts.
He Xianyu admired him sincerely, but also felt wronged for him. In order to promote the emotional development of the protagonist, the author wrote his uncle to death. Why? For the protagonist's crappy love, Xiao Qinghe had to suffer so much?
The author is really tasteless.
If he were the author, he would make Xiao Qinghe, a man who appears to be humble and polite but is actually a dark and sinister person, the protagonist. It would be better to pair him with a female protagonist who is like a little sun to ensure a high click rate.
It was the hottest time of the year, and He Xianyu's clothes were soaked with sweat, sticking to his body. He was in such a state, not to mention Xiao Qinghe who had been carrying him on his back while filming the action scenes.
Xiao Qinghe's forehead was covered with beads of sweat, which rolled down his cheeks, but he was so absorbed in the performance that he didn't bother to wipe it off.
He Xianyu couldn't help but stretch out his hand to wipe the sweat off his face.
"Cut!" Director Chen hurriedly called a halt, "Xianyu, this action is unnecessary. Let's all rest here for ten minutes."
He Xianyu was actually distracted during the filming, and he climbed down from Xiao Qinghe's back very embarrassedly.
Zhang Mingtao wiped his sweat with a towel and said with a smile: "Little brother, you can't tell the difference between the real and the real. You have revealed your true feelings for Qinghe."
Xiao Qinghe stopped drinking water and looked at He Xianyu quietly, with a glimmer of anticipation in his eyes.
He Xianyu admitted it immediately: "Yes, it's so hot, and Teacher Xiao is still carrying such a heavy body like me. I feel so sorry for him."
After a short break, the two cameras continued their intensive filming.
"Camera No. 1, aim the camera at the talisman paper in Song Jin's hand. Yes, camera from far to near. Close-up of Song Jin's cheek, emphasizing the sweat on his face. OK, steady the camera and move forward to the little ghost. The little ghost looks at Song Jin, showing emotion, but not too much."
"Unit 2 moves back to expand the field of view and take a panoramic view of Song Jin and the little ghost."
Director Chen stood behind the monitor, staring at the camera and reminding the photographer and actors at any time.
"OK! Thank you for your hard work." The director examined the screen on the monitor and nodded with satisfaction, "Let's move on to the next scene."
[The Guiling trio used the Qimen Dunjia technique to break the Pupa Man Formation and eventually reached the main tomb. Because of the ringing sound from the coffin bell, the three had hallucinations and had to face the things they feared most.
The little ghost's biggest fear comes from his twin brother.
Since ancient times, how to acquire the ability to see ghosts and spirits has been a difficult problem that many people in the field of metaphysics have been trying to solve. There is a secret cult organization on the border of Yunnan. They found a secret recipe from an ancient tomb and transplanted the right eye of a dead child to another child through witchcraft. The surviving child then got a dead person's eye that could see ghosts and spirits.
This group of unscrupulous cultists stole countless poor children and used them for experiments, but in the end none of them succeeded and none of the children survived. Later, the leader offered his newborn twin sons.
The younger brother became the "lucky one" because of his rare pure Yin constitution. The older brother became the victim because he was born earlier than his younger brother. Their father believed that the more suffering a child suffered during his lifetime, the heavier the resentment at the time of death, and the stronger the spiritual power attached to his eyes.
After the elder brother was born, he was constantly beaten and cursed by his father, while the younger brother grew up in the love of his parents. The elder brother had not yet learned to love, but the hatred for his younger brother had already penetrated into his body and corroded his soul.
On the fourth birthday of the two children, the elder brother was tied to a pillar, his limbs were broken by his father, and he was tortured to death. At the moment of his death, his right eye was gouged out.
The younger brother watched all this and broke down crying in fear. Then, in excruciating pain, his right eye was gouged out alive. Miraculously, the younger brother survived and saw his brother's ghost when he woke up.
Since then, the elder brother's ghost has been following the younger brother. Whenever the younger brother opens his eyes, he can see his elder brother standing beside his bed with blood on his face, asking him to return his eyes.
This younger brother is the little devil. 】
This inner drama is the most difficult scene for He Xianyu in the entire movie.
A sudden summer rainstorm brought some coolness to Qingdao, but the studio was still hot and stuffy, even hotter than before.
Xiao Qinghe had no scenes today, so he came to the set after attending a brand promotion event in Qingdao. He found Zhong Xiaoyin and asked about He Xianyu's situation.
Song Xue successfully passed the interview and won the role of the female supporting actress in a famous director's film. She went to Shaanxi to experience life. During this time, Xiao Qinghe became He Xianyu's instructor.
Zhong Xiaoyin's face was filled with worry. "We just had a test take, and Director Chen was very dissatisfied. He scolded Brother Yu. Brother Yu locked himself in the lounge. He was under a lot of pressure today and barely ate a bite of lunch or dinner."
Xiao Qinghe knocked on the door of the lounge, "Xianyu, do you want to talk to me?"
Soon, the door opened.
It was the first time that Xiao Qinghe had seen He Xianyu so low-energy. He raised his hand and touched He Xianyu's face, "Why are you so listless?"
He Xianyu lowered her head, her voice low and muffled, revealing confusion and helplessness: "Director Chen said he didn't want my emotions to be disconnected, so this scene will be shot in one take. From fear to guilt to collapse, I know everything. I watched a lot of performance clips with similar emotions, and I kept imitating them in front of the mirror. But Director Chen just said my performance was rubbish."
"Xianyu, don't be anxious." Xiao Qinghe took He Xianyu's hand, led him to the sofa, and pointed out his problem in a gentle voice, "You want to perform in a standardized and precise manner. But have you ever thought that you are playing a completely different role and there is no model for you to imitate at all."
He Xianyu pursed his lips tightly into a straight line.
"You have a very strong learning ability. Before, you imitated every detail of your mother's performance, but it trapped you in a square thinking box. In fact, I have always felt that movies are not stage plays. They do not require lines that are exactly the same as the script. Sometimes, even if the performance is wrong, as long as you can come up with a little bit of creativity, it will be wonderful." Xiao Qinghe squeezed He Xianyu's palm hard.
He Xianyu was worried: "How can I perform the role of 'spiritual'?"
"Your mother should have taught you to be an experientialist, right? Have you ever felt for a moment that you were the little ghost?" Xiao Qinghe touched his head. "The characters on the paper can't speak. You can shout out what the little ghost wants to say the most."
The production team made a very realistic puppet of the four-year-old kid, which was later integrated with new digital technology to appear on the same screen with He Xianyu. For He Xianyu, this scene was a performance without props.
The crew hit the clapboard and the first official shoot began.
The little ghost looked around. This was an ancestral hall that had not seen the sun for a long time. It was damp and dark, and even the wind that blew carried a strong yin aura. In the middle, there were many tablets, all covered with a thick layer of dust.
The two pillars next to the tablet were a terrifying dark red color because they had been soaked in blood.
The little ghost's deepest memories were forcibly awakened. He let out a sharp scream, turned around and rushed to the door.
My brother, whom I hadn’t seen for a long time, suddenly appeared at the door. His right eye socket had become a bloody hole, and blood was constantly oozing out.
Off camera, Xiao Qinghe recited his brother's lines in a very low voice: "Brother, give me back my eyes."
"No!" He Xianyu let out a desperate wail and wanted to leave, but his body could not move at all.
The brother twisted his body and floated towards the little ghost in a strange posture.
The little devil kept backing away.
He opened his mouth and wanted to call for help, but his throat seemed to be firmly grasped by an invisible hand, and no matter how hard he struggled, no sound came out.
The oxygen around him seemed to disappear in an instant, and it was as if his lungs collapsed all of a sudden. The little ghost tried desperately to inhale, but still couldn't relieve the feeling of suffocation.
"Brother," the brother's terrifying face was already close at hand as he spoke, "give me back my eyes."
"Brother, I'm sorry!" The little ghost burst into tears. He fell to the ground and kowtowed desperately.
This was an action that was not in the script, but Director Chen did not stop it.
Xiao Qinghe cooperated with He Xianyu's performance and continued: "Brother, give me back my eyes."
"I'm sorry, brother, please let me go!" The little ghost cried for mercy. He pulled off the earring on his right ear and held it in front of his brother with trembling hands. "Father burned your body, and this red bead is your ashes. Father said that this thing can deter you and make you dare not appear in front of me again."
"Brother, give me back my eyes!" Xiao Qinghe's voice was hoarse because of his ferocity.
The little ghost's tears flowed again, leaving several water marks on his hot cheeks. "Brother, I am sorry for you. We are twins and look exactly the same, but father abused you and spoiled me. I know you hate me, but I hate myself too! Why am I father's son? Why can I only watch you die? Why should I live?"
"Brother, give me back my eyes!" The elder brother reached out to pinch the little ghost's neck.
"I killed my father!" The little ghost wiped away his tears and shouted desperately.
My brother's hand stopped in mid-air.
"Can't I see ghosts? I made a deal with the kids he killed. As long as they can kill their father, I'll find someone to help them reincarnate. Brother, I've avenged you, please forgive me!" The little ghost could hardly breathe. He choked and could no longer utter a complete sentence.
"Brother, give me back my eyes!" The brother stretched out his hand again.
Despair, fear, and pain surged towards the little ghost like a tide. He was like a petrified sculpture, frozen in place without moving.
At that moment, the camera was focused on He Xianyu for a full minute. Tears flashed in the right eye that did not belong to the little ghost, but there was no emotion on his face.
Time seemed to stand still.
Gradually, a tear welled up in his eyes, and he couldn't bear the burden and fell down. When the tear ran across the corner of his mouth, He Xianyu smiled.
It was a smile of relief that all the suffering was finally over, and——
The longing for death.
Director Chen doesn't like actors to change the script without permission, but at this moment, he was convinced by He Xianyu's performance and even moved to tears. Yes, the little ghost who has been living in pain and guilt, longing for love but not getting any love, was used as a cruel experimental tool by both his biological father and adoptive father. He killed his father with the right eye given to him by his father, and he killed his adoptive father with the poisonous insects cultivated by his adoptive father in his body. Such a person should be relieved when he really reaches the end of death.
"OK! Great acting!" Director Chen originally thought that this scene would take several days to polish, but he didn't expect it to be so smooth.
To be honest, when filming began, Director Chen was most worried about He Xianyu's acting skills. Although the image of this young man fits well with Xiao Gui, Director Chen was worried that he, who had little acting experience, would not be able to handle such a complex role.
Before today, Director Chen had always classified He Xianyu as an idol. This idol who had just come into contact with the big screen was willing to work hard and study his acting skills, and he did not lose his edge even when acting with the movie emperor. Compared with other actors who were idols, he was already quite impressive.
But after today, Director Chen changed his mind. He Xianyu is an actor, the smartest actor he has ever seen.
Director Chen dares to say that there are few people in the entire domestic entertainment industry who are better than him in interpreting the script and analyzing the inner thoughts of the characters. What is commendable is that he still has such strong explosiveness and appeal.
He Xianyu is not a rough jade and does not need to be carefully carved.
He is a pearl. As long as he is given the opportunity, he will shine.
"Xianyu, it's over." Xiao Qinghe walked over and patted his shoulder.
He Xianyu was so immersed in the role that he felt as if he was in a dream. Through his tearful eyes, he saw Song Jin, no, Xiao Qinghe.
"Teacher Xiao, the little ghost--"
He Xianyu cried out and burst into tears.
Xiao Qinghe held He Xianyu in his arms, patted his back gently, and said softly: "It's okay now. The little ghost will not die. He will leave this tomb alive and start his new life."
He coaxed the child, "Be good, don't cry."
In his arms, He Xianyu gradually calmed down. Just as Xiao Qinghe said, the little ghost would walk out of this dangerous grave, walk out of the grave in his heart, and welcome the sunshine that belonged to him.
The rain was getting heavier. When he walked out of the studio, the raindrops were blown by the wind and rushed towards He Xianyu.
He Xianyu threw down the umbrella in his hand, walked into the rain, and let the rain fall on him.
His body was still shaking slightly, not because of the cold, but because of excitement.
In the scene that just ended, he felt that the little ghost in the script came to life and walked through this world in his body.
No, at that moment, he was just the imp.
The feeling of having your soul tremble is truly indescribable.
He Xianyu looked at Xiao Qinghe and said with great emotion: "Teacher Xiao, I think I like acting. Just like Xiao Gui has a good partner like Song Jin, it's great to have a great partner like you by my side."
Xiao Qinghe strode into the heavy rain, across the wind and rain, across two worlds, and came to He Xianyu, staring into his eyes, and said slowly and solemnly: "We want to be the best partners for life."
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