blenderwars Chapter 96 Lost Mountain City (Plus!)
Chapter 96 Lost Mountain City (Plus!)
Chapter 96 Lost Mountain City (Plus!)
When we got back to the hotel, it was already midnight.
Ye Qin immediately went to Zhang Yibai's room to report to the group.
At this time, the door was left with a crack, the house was smoky and smoky, and the assistant director, director, and screenwriter gathered together.
The practice of film and television shooting, after the end of each day, the main creative team will meet to discuss, confirm the shooting schedule, and the shooting tasks for tomorrow......
Ye Qin found an inconspicuous corner, sat down and waited quietly, holding back the Ruan Liqun in his pocket several times.
Watching them puff and puff makes my heart ticklish.
This kind of meeting is boring and drowsy. It's all about camera seats, weather, lighting, art, etc. Fortunately, it's nearing the end.
"The meeting is over!" Zhang Yibai slapped the table.
"Director Zhang."
Ye Qin leaned over, "When will I start filming?"
The Fairy Sword 3-way show has come to an end, and he should dive into the "Secret Shore" seriously.
In "Wait and See", he just cameo as an educated youth in the next village who leads a donkey and matches Zhong.
This movie is his real screen debut.
"Don't worry, you can't be in the mirror now."
Zhang Yibai pretended to be mysterious and said, "I gave 13 days off, right now, it's the 7th day, and there are 6 days left, so you can still rest."
"What, still resting?" Ye Qin frowned.
Zhang Yibai opened the drawer and took out a bunch of keys:
"Conditional, starting from tomorrow, hand over the mobile phone to your assistant, and you will move from the hotel to the residence alone."
"Beds, bedding, and toiletries are prepared for you over there, and you can check in with your bags. Most importantly, you must go out for a walk every day, and you can go wherever you want."
"Also, carry a maximum of 300 yuan each time, save some money, don't spend all your food, drink, and drink. When the time comes, there is no money for taxis, and no one can be found, so I can only choose to call the police!"
Ye Qin's face was bewildered, and there was a kind of arranged confusion. Where did this trouble come from?
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Huangjiaya Pass, the house that serves as the interior scene.
This piece of Tongzilou is dilapidated and dilapidated, full of low-rise private houses with mottled walls, grocery stores, food stalls, and a video theater that flourished in the 90s and [-]s, and is now lingering.
In more than a dozen buildings, the ones that should be moved to the pedestrian street have already moved, and the rest are incapable and can only continue to struggle.
Ye Qin carried his pockets, stepped on slippers, and walked down the stone steps, with dark circles under his eyes, yawning repeatedly.
He slept very badly for the past three days. The bed was small and hard, the quilt and pillow towel smelled rotten, and the mosquitoes buzzing all over the house in the evening.
The heat was unbearable, but there was no air conditioner, only a second-hand electric fan, which was struggling to fan the air.
Not even his small rental house in Hengdian.
Such a spirit head, let alone filming, is not interested in going out for a walk.
The key point is that he doesn't understand Zhang Yibai's intentions, so he asks him, but he doesn't explain it to you, and he looks unpredictable.
The steps extend, and there is a supposedly century-old locust tree on the side of the curvy road. The right side leads directly to the vegetable market, and the left side is a noodle restaurant.
"Master, the old way, Chongqing small noodles!"
Ye Qin found a vacant seat and sat at will, opened his head and probed his head, looked at the regular customers of the noodle restaurant, and chatted in a Shancheng accent.
It was untouched, like a duck mixed into a flock of chickens. He had only been to the mountain city and Sichuan and Chongqing a few times in his previous life. The real appearance was so unfamiliar to him.
There is no memory, no emotion, just an ordinary empty city in my heart.
"Come on."
The white-haired boss was wearing a yellowed apron and held his face with oily hands.
FL mustard, sprouts, ginger and garlic water, peas, minced garlic, chopped green onion, a bowl of spicy Chongqing noodles, only three dollars.
Ye Qin took out a pair of chopsticks from the bamboo tube, stirred the noodles, and heard the boss ask:
"Child, you look like a native, don't you look like a local?"
"Ah, it's just been 3 days since I moved here." Ye Qin picked up a chopstick and took a bite.
"Move here, is anyone willing to move back here?"
The boss shook his head in disbelief and said, "Look at you, you look so handsome, you are a hole in the city, come here to experience life?"
Experience life, how can there be such a suffering experience.
Slow down and experience life!
Ye Qin stood up and stared at the table: "Yes, it's not an experience of life!"
Traffic stars are different from actors. They plug and play, take a few pictures, learn from Yang's cutout, and play the joint king.
Actors must be grounded, fall to the ground, or even fall into the dust.
Because acting is the expression and extension of life.
Salespersons, bus drivers, small vendors, and elder brothers float in the clouds and do not penetrate into the masses, how can they have life-like acting skills?
Xiaochuan was born and raised in a mountain city. He may not have much understanding of this city, but he has unspeakable feelings.
The more he thought about it, the clearer Ye Qin felt.
In the past, I relied on the situational experience to save the time of experience and directly enter the preset layout.
After all, the virtual is virtual, and the experience is time and time again, and the city that can penetrate into the character and is closely related to the character is incompatible, like there is an invisible wall.
Or, take a trip that says go away?
He temporarily erased his past identity, and broke into a strange mountain city from Xiaochuan's perspective.
Ye Qin shone brightly, grinned and looked at the boss with a mentally ill look, and couldn't wait to say:
"Master, can I ask, what places in the mountain city have the smell of the old mountain city?"
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On the fourth day, Ye Qin was ready to go out this time.
After walking around the house yesterday, I realized why Zhang Yibai chose this place?
His hometown is near Jiefangbei, and he goes to and from school through Huangjiaya Pass, as well as Dayanggou, Jiangjiaxiang, Cangbai Road...
It's just six generations. Putting personal nostalgia and life experience into the film is exactly the same as Lou Ye's motivation for the filming of "Suzhou River".
Every day, Zhang Yibai would send someone to send 300 soft girl papers, and Ye Qin only took 300 out of the house every day.
Walking on the winding stone steps and walking down the stairs, the uncle said eighteen stairs. The top of the mountain is a prosperous commercial area, but the lower half is like the "houfu" group.
The weather was hot and dry, and Ye Qin instigated a popsicle, and his forehead, neck, and back were full of sweat.
The two-storey wooden houses on the roadside, some of which are still propped up with slings, are scattered with ruins and broken tiles. Lazily or sit or lie on the wooden chair bench.
The whole old street is full of quiet laziness.
"what!"
A high-pitched female voice drew Ye Qin's attention back from the wall painted with cartoon tigers.
He bit the popsicle and stepped up the steps quickly, and saw a girl with a ball head fell to the ground, the long white legs exposed under the skirt, the skin was broken, the high heels on the two feet, one had a heel, the other had a heel. did not follow.
Taking a closer look, his heels were stuck in the broken manhole cover, standing upright.
Can you encounter such a thing just by walking?
"Are you all right?" Ye Qin took the initiative to approach, bent down and picked up a strange looking camera.
"Ah, my Hasselblad!"
The girl raised her head in a panic, her eyes were facing each other, Ye Qin actually felt the shadow of Brother Zhou Xun, dexterous and delicate, with youthful oxygen, and a bit of Saoirse Ronan's neutral and cool.
I go, it's not some star, it's a vegan.
The mountain city is rich in sister paper, and it really is not a vain name.
"Is it this?"
Ye Qin handed back the Hasselblad 500CM camera in his hand, and the girl was surprised to find the treasure, completely ignoring the hurt.
He was kind, and his eyes swept the injury roughly, but unexpectedly aroused her alertness, and immediately pulled the skirt to cover the exposed thigh, "Thank you, thank you!"
"Can you get up by yourself?" Ye Qin squatted down, grabbed the heel stuck in the manhole cover, and pulled it out.
The girl hummed, her silver teeth clenched tightly, and she stood up after two tries. Blood slowly flowed out of the wound and down her calf.
Ye Qin kindly reminded: "When I came, I saw a shoe repair shop. I can go there and have a shoe repaired. Do you need me to help?"
"I can do it myself, can I trouble you to point out where the shoe repair shop is?" The girl forced herself to walk two steps and limped.
"Send the Buddha to the West, and I'll take you there."
Ye Qin grabbed the popsicle stick, matched the girl's speed, and walked side by side on the street, inexplicably having the feeling of Yang Guo and Lu Wushuang.
The two kept a strange and unfamiliar silence. Even when they walked down the slightly steep and uneven steps, the girl never asked for help and insisted on going all the way.
It wasn't until she arrived at the shoe repair booth on the road that she changed her tone, no longer cold, and said sincerely, "Thank you so much."
"Hands up."
Ye Qin pointed to the grocery store, "I'll buy you a few more Band-Aids."
The girl sat on the small bench, stroking the camera nervously, and thanked again: "My name is He Hongshan, leave me your mobile phone number, and I'll invite you to dinner another day!"
"I don't have a mobile phone, so I don't need to eat."
Ye Qin waved his hand, turned around and walked straight to the grocery store opposite, "Boss, please give me a box of Band-Aids."
As soon as the shirtless boss stretched out his hand, the lady boss slapped it with the palm of his hand, spit out the skin of the melon seeds, and threw a packet of Sophie directly:
"Happy, can your girlfriend use Band-Aids on that thing? Hey, 30!"
Ye Qin: 0.0
Thank you to the book friends for the 100 starting point coins for the great wind and darkness that created me.
It's not really made up, and it's not made out of thin air.Miss He is really a native of Shancheng. In addition to being an actress, she is also a photographer and a graphic model. She likes to take pictures everywhere.
(End of this chapter)