"What's going on here?"
Xu Xin was really stunned.
"What role did you play? How did you become like this?"
"right?"
Perhaps it was the speaking habits of Northeast people, Shen Xiaoyang asked a rhetorical question first, put down his clothes, and laughed at himself:
"Yin, who doesn't know, thinks what kind of kung fu I'm practicing... Iron shell king eight kung fu. Don't hit me, I will show my back and let him hit casually..."
"Poof..."
Xu Xin is fine.
It was Su Meng... who really couldn't hold back.
laughed out loud.
Shen Xiaoyang has been on fire for the past two years, and the various sketches are getting more and more fun.
When he said this, Su Meng couldn't hold back anymore.
But Shen Xiaoyang didn't care, he just said to Su Meng:
"Girl, don't laugh, it's true, do you scare me by looking at it?"
Su Meng was a little embarrassed.
And Xu Xin didn't blame his assistant.
After all, this is really funny.
But what made him even more curious was what exactly Shen Xiaoyang was acting...
"What kind of role are you?"
"Three rivers."
Shen Xiaoyang sighed, and handed the script book to Xu Xin.
"Just...a Northeast gangster who collected protection money in Xiangjiang. He received the protection fee from the White Rose Barbershop, which is Yixiantian. Just get beaten...
Then Director Wang requested that there was a scene in which Yi Yitian beat me to the elbow and flew me from inside the barber shop to outside the barber shop, hit my back against a pillar, and then fell onto the chair below.
I hit my back against a wall eleven times just yesterday... It’s true, Director Xu, let alone a human being, even a steel-clad **** can’t stand it. "
"..."
Xu Xin didn't say a word, looking at the lines in the script book.
Because he had read the script, he probably understood what the story was about.
The story should be that Yixiantian learned that after Gong Er opened a medical clinic in Xiangjiang, because Gong Er saved his life on the train in the early years, he voluntarily opened the barber shop next to the medical clinic.
Stay by Gong Er's side all his life, like the most loyal guard, until Gong Er's death.
When Gong Er passed away, Yi Yitian didn't leave.
So he opened the White Rose Barbershop and bought Gong Er's medical clinic.
But they did not expand the storefront or decorate, but retained everything from the original.
It was as if Gong Er had never left.
In all honesty, the story line of Yi Yi Tian Tian is quite exciting.
There is a sense of "cold face killing God".
If we say that in the script, Ip Man is drifting with the tide and ebb and flow, and Gong Er is a wandering loyal and filial piety.
The story of Yixiantian is like a...a decisive unity of mind.
Carry out one's own way with eight poles until the end of life.
He seems to live a simple life, but he handles everything extremely freely.
It's like the set of Bajiquan in your hand, it is fierce and fierce, and you will never regret what you have done.
A very brilliant character.
But what is this Three Rivers?
He was full of doubts.
But, Shen Xiaoyang's problem, in the final analysis, can be said to be a problem of "acting skills".
One monkey and one tethered method.
If it was his own crew, he might still say a few words. But Wang Jiawei's crew, he will definitely not intervene.
Just send a supervisor.
So he showed a helpless expression:
"what is it now?"
Shen Xiaoyang was also happy.
He also knows that complaining is useless.
I was saying that the origin of my two knives, and being able to come to this crew all depended on my master.
Complaints are complaints, if he still picks and chooses...then he wouldn't be able to get where he is today.
So he shook his head:
"I'm summing up."
"Well, then I'll go there first."
"Okay, let's have a drink together after my scene is over?"
"Speaking."
Xu Xin waved his hand and continued walking into the set.
Then I saw Xu Haofeng and Wang Jiawei talking about something.
As soon as Xu Haofeng saw him coming, he suddenly became happy:
"Hahahaha, Xiao Xu."
"Hey, Old Xu."
Xu Xin responded with a smile, and then greeted Wang Jiawei:
"Director Wang."
"Hi, Director Xu."
Wang Jiawei smiled kindly:
"Come to visit the class?"
"No, but this is my permanent visit."
"Oh? The Hawthorn is over?"
"Yes, it was completed the day before yesterday."
As he spoke, Xu Xin patted the little guy's stroller:
"No, I came back to be a babysitter right after finishing filming."
"Haha~"
How deep is the relationship between the two of you? That's definitely not the case.
Age and generation gap are here.
So after exchanging a few pleasantries, Xu Haofeng pulled Xu Xin aside:
"Are you free tonight?"
This means to drink.
Xu Xin smiled and nodded:
"Okay, let's drink at home?"
"Just waiting for your words."
Xu Haofeng wiped his mouth:
"It's been a long time since I've eaten Yanjing cuisine, so I can make more tonight."
"Isn't that for sure? I'll tell my father-in-law in a while, and we'll have a good dinner tonight."
As he spoke, he turned his face and glanced at the studio being set up, and asked:
"How is Yang Mi doing?"
"Nothing to say."
Sincerely, without any falsehood, Xu Haofeng gave a thumbs up:
"The martial arts show hasn't started yet, but there is nothing wrong with the literary play. Whether it's temperament, mentality, or the kind of charm, they are all well-handled."
As one of the three screenwriters of "The Grandmaster".
Being able to say this sentence from his mouth has an extremely real gold content.
So Xu Xin felt relieved.
He does not regard Lao Xu as an outsider, so after receiving this comment, he lowered his voice:
"Then why are you still shooting so slowly?"
"..."
The muscles on Xu Haofeng's face twitched.
After being stunned for two or three seconds, a sentence came out:
"You'll find out soon."
"This... okay."
"Well, let's go, find a cooler place for you and the doll."
…
In front of an air-conditioned tent, Xu Xin sat in it with his child, and there were some people beside him, including Yang Mi and Xu Haofeng.
Although there is an air conditioner, the four open tents are no different from Baijiu, and they are slightly cooler than the outside.
At this moment, Shen Xiaoyang has finished hanging Wia on his body.
It seems that his literary play has finished filming, and this morning Wang Jiawei still chose to let him be the "iron shell bastard" in his own mouth.
And Xu Xin also checked the pillar he was about to hit soon.
Split structure, all look the same on the surface, but the place where the head bumps is filled with foam.
At that time, there may be some tremors when shooting, or a springy texture in the camera.
But it can be repaired later.
While Shen Xiaoyang, who was transferred to Wia, was repeatedly communicating with Zhang Zhen, who was wearing a white coat, roughly meaning "You put your strength in your hands, but don't hold back your hands, there are cushions in my clothes" or something.
After finishing preparations, Yang Mi patted Xu Xin on the shoulder:
"here we go."
Xu Xin looked at the field intently.
As the countdown sounded, Zhang Zhen made an elbow in front of the camera.
He is not as expert as his wife, but it can also be seen that when he made this movement, he was exerting force no matter whether it was his heels, thighs, waist, or his whole body.
That kind of movement is quite harmonious and natural.
Pushing against Shen Xiaoyang's heart, several stuntmen pulled Wia back.
Shen Xiaoyang's body flew backwards.
hit the pillar behind him.
"Boom!"
Hearing this movement, Xu Xin's heart skipped a beat.
Good guy...
It is said that the onlookers know clearly, but he really felt how solid the collision was.
The movement made it too late for him to catch Shen Xiaoyang's expression, he just wanted to quickly confirm the other party's state.
Stand up subconsciously... but think about it right away.
It seems that there is no place for him to speak.
Okay, shut up.
Shut up and watch honestly.
Looking at Shen Xiaoyang who was slumped on the chair, posing in an awkward pose.
After waiting for about five or six seconds, Wang Jiawei's voice sounded:
"No, it's still not natural enough. Yangzi, when you fall, you need to be in a more natural posture. Slow down and do it all over again."
"Ahem... good director."
Shen Xiaoyang responded with a cough.
Yang Mi whispered in Xu Xin's ear:
"Look, as I said, I can't finish it all morning."
"..."
Xu Xin didn't say a word.
In fact, he didn't see clearly just now.
However, Shen Xiaoyang's posture after landing was indeed unnatural due to active control of his body, which is true.
Then... let's see again.
So...
"Boom!"
“…rest and rest first. Let’s see.”
"Boom..."
"Boom..."
"Boom..."
In the end Xu Xin couldn't stand it anymore.
stood up directly.
He has already seen where Shen Xiaoyang's problem lies.
Although I don’t know whether Wang Jiawei is satisfied or not, but if it goes on like this...he feels sorry for his apprentice on behalf of Teacher Benshan.
Single out and beating is not like this.
It's a bit outrageous.
So, for the crew of director Wang Jiawei, who likes to let the actors figure it out by themselves, it was the first time someone went to give advice on other people's acting skills.
"how do you feel?"
"..."
The pale Shen Xiaoyang raised his head, seeing that it was Xu Xin, he shook his head slightly.
He didn't even have the strength to speak or raise his hand.
There is no good place for the internal organs.
Seeing this, Xu Xin didn't talk nonsense, and said directly:
"For a while, when you pull back, relax your whole body and don't think about anything. Your posture was too awkward just now. On the one hand, you want to maintain your balance. On the other hand, you have too many thoughts. You always think that it might be where you were before. It's not right. But in fact, when a person hits a collision, there will be a momentary blankness in the brain. The blankness will make your limbs feel particularly stiff, have you seen it?"
"You said... I'm so hot... speechless right now."
Hearing this, Xu Xin nodded:
"Your body, don't think about anything until you hit it. When you feel your back hurting, you tense up. Your hands and feet are all tensed up, but it's not to keep you from falling, but to fall down with tension. , do you understand what I mean?"
"It's not smashing, but falling in a natural state. Isn't it for you to sit on this chair?"
"right."
"You just do what I said. Remember, when flying, relax your whole body, push your body back from the place where he hit you, and then face forward with your hands and feet, like a big shrimp. But when you fall, your hands and feet are tense again. try."
"good."
Shen Xiaoyang nodded with pain on his face.
After Xu Xin walked back, Yang Mi asked:
"What did you say?"
"It's okay, I just helped him find a rhythm."
After finishing speaking, Xu Xin checked the time and said:
"After lunch at noon, I will go back."
"...don't accompany me anymore?"
"Well, the weather is hot, I'm afraid the children won't be able to bear it."
"Fine."
Yang Mi nodded, a little dissatisfied.
agreed to stay with me for a day.
Go back this morning?
snort!
Duplicate man.
But in fact, she is just a fan of the authorities.
Xu Haofeng on the side is like a bright mirror in his heart.
In the end, Xiao Xu still knows how to be a human being.
Every aspect is well handled.
While pondering, he looked towards Wang Jiawei.
Unfortunately, Director Wang was wearing sunglasses, so he couldn't see his expression and eyes.
Seeing this, Xu Haofeng didn't say much, but curiosity rose in his eyes.
What did Xiao Xu and Shen Xiaoyang say?
What is the effect?
With this thought in mind, after about ten minutes of rest, Shen Xiaoyang resumed his work again.
"Iron Shell King Ba" debut.
He silently read Director Xu's explanation in his heart.
“Relax before takeoff, tense after impact.”
“Relax before takeoff, tense after impact.”
"relax...tighten...relax...tighten..."
Keeping this explanation firmly in his heart, he waited for Zhang Zhen, who showed guilt on his face, to make an action.
"Ready! ACTION!"
After the words fell, Zhang Zhen elbowed him over.
After one or twenty times of running-in, Shen Xiaoyang and Wia's stuntmen also cultivated a tacit understanding.
The moment Zhang Zhending was lifted, they pulled Wia.
And this time, within the vision of the camera and people, it seems that Zhang Zhending is particularly ruthless.
Shen Xiaoyang is just like...
How should I put it, it's like a balloon that suddenly leaks.
The limbs became the wave shape when the balloon was inflated, and the whole person "flyed" and bumped backwards.
"Boom!"
The moment the sound came, when the touch felt the impact, and the moment the nerves hadn't released the pain signal, Shen Xiaoyang tried his best to recall Xu Xin's explanation, and tensed his limbs.
Then, in a tense moment, his feet felt the tactile feedback of the chair.
With the help of this hundred-and-a-half-pound body, after a weak rebound, the whole person fell downward.
And because of Wia's different force points, his posture cannot be kept consistent.
The tense right foot slid directly off the chair surface.
But his left foot stepped on the edge of the chair, and with the help of the downward pressure of the body, he formed a bowing motion.
And his hands were also separated by the back of the armchair, drooping to the side.
Shen Xiaoyang's mind suddenly went dark...
The whole person froze, unable to move.
"..."
"..."
"..."
This shape is very strange.
At first glance, he seems to be a little slack, sitting on a chair with a big horse.
But his head was drooping, and he couldn't even hear the sound of breathing.
There is a feeling that... death is imminent and I can't put down my airs.
Weird.
But... Unexpectedly, it fits his comedian style.
It's weird.
The moment he maintained his posture, someone felt that a reshoot was necessary.
But some people feel that...
not bad.
However, the final interpretation of all this lies with the director.
Everyone habitually looked at Wang Jiawei again.
Wang Jiawei looked at the screen on the monitor without saying a word.
After about ten seconds, the voice sounded:
"This one is okay...let's keep it for now, and prepare for the next round."
"…pass?"
Hearing what he said, Yang Mi couldn't help but look at her husband.
Xu Xin shrugged and did not respond.
But in fact, he knew it in his heart.
Although I don't know what kind of role this San Jiangshui is, but since he is playing a gangster, he must have a kind of gangster temperament.
He and Brother Qian'er chatted about those gangsters in Forty-Nine City in the past.
Everyone can’t wait to go to heaven.
Even if you are beaten, you have to hang your neck and let you beat you without moving.
That way we won't lose our men's temperament.
But Shen Xiaoyang flies too much like an ordinary person.
This shot does not conform to the temperament of "do not fight ninety-nine plus one".
Although it can’t be said that he judges others by himself, he thinks that the feeling Wang Jiawei wants should be a kind of consistency.
To always imprint on Sanjiangshui the feeling that he dared to come and collect protection money from Yixiantian, which is equivalent to putting his hand in the tiger's mouth. If the tiger dares to bite, he would rather give up his arm than touch porcelain once.
And for now...
His concept is right.
Wang Jiawei's pulse...is quite easy to touch.
he thought secretly.
But that's all.
The words of the old man are still in my ears.
For other people's crews, don't meddle too much. Anyway, my wife has no problem choosing the characters.
As long as there are no problems, he can just concentrate on milk baby these days.
I love it so much.
…
So, at noon, he ate a box lunch in the crew, and in the afternoon he took the baby home and accompanied Yang Dalin to choose fishing tackle.
Before the son-in-law was not there, the old couple brought their two children, and it was really hard to get out.
Don’t be ignorant of this little thing, he is so young that he can’t even walk and talk.
But it can really tie people to death.
If you make any movement, you have to worry about whether it is dangerous.
Crying a little, he had to trot all the way to coax him.
At this time, Yang Dalin has long forgotten how stubborn he was at the beginning, and firmly vowed to his daughter, "My mother and I are going to travel around the world, so I won't help you bring the baby."
But now the son-in-law is here, the three of them bring their two children, and there is an assistant who... seems to be stupid, but judging from the style of doing things quietly, he is quite honest.
The life of the couple became easier.
He has long been envious of the group of fishing guys on the Tanjiang River who are throwing their rods every day.
Can't wait to experience it.
Let them, a group of southern fishermen, feel the power of his Yanjing Black Pit King.
Busy all afternoon.
I chose a few poles and got two sets of fishing tackle.
When she got home, Yang Chunling had almost prepared the dishes for entertaining guests tonight.
Yang Dalin is the absolute protagonist in such things as being in charge of the spoon.
Different from Xu Xin, the iron trash that Yang Mi was used to, who couldn't even tell the difference between salt and sugar, he could lick clean the dishes of his old father-in-law.
And at around 6 o'clock in the evening, Xu Haofeng and Yang Mi came back together.
After arriving home, the two children took a look...
Yo~ Fanpan is back.
Dry rice dry rice.
He scratched and bit my old lady.
And there was still some time before dinner, and Lao Xu also brought him a gift.
"Xiao Xu, here it is."
Looking at the stack of manuscripts handed over by Lao Xu, Xu Xin accepted it curiously.
Start with two large characters:
"Master"
"This is…?"
"Newly finished novel."
Sitting on the sofa, Xu Haofeng stroked his oily head while laughing:
"See how it feels."
Xu Xin didn't respond, but looked at the content.
The first sentence at the beginning:
"The secret of a martial arts competition is not to hide your head. A human head is faster than a human hand..."
He tasted these words, and asked suspiciously:
"Is there a problem with the structure of the writing? ... Don't hide it?"
"Yes, don't hide at all. The jargon of martial arts back then."
Xu Haofeng nodded:
"Preempting strikes and taking the lead is the only way to compete in martial arts. If you want to win, you must be faster than others. Attack faster, retreat faster, dodge faster, and fight faster...Always be one step faster than others, and you will be able to Keep winning."
"...Then what is Tai Chi?"
"..."
The soul's question made Xu Haofeng a little dumbfounded.
smiled and shook his head:
"The kind of Tai Chi you think of, the slow one... You can't say it's not Tai Chi, but the real thing is not in it."
"This... okay."
Wulin rules, old current affairs, etc., Xu Haofeng must be a professional.
Yang Mi is not as good as him.
I'm afraid that among the people he knows, only Yu Lao can talk to him.
And taking advantage of the leisure time before dinner, he just started reading this novel.
At first glance, I don’t think there is anything.
But while reading it, he suddenly found it quite interesting.
How to sum it up...
To put it simply, most of the masters in his book can be summed up in one sentence, that is, "Teach the disciples and starve the master to death".
With the deepening of the plot, the kind of sticking to the old rules and not liking newcomers.
But I don't have any blood, either being assimilated or being eliminated, it's too strong.
But there are some plots in it... At first glance, it looks despicable, and it is very unfriendly to Mengxin.
But if you think about it carefully...it really makes sense.
His eyes lit up.
The story...
Interesting.
At this time, Yang Dalin had been busy with the dishes for several hours, and all the dishes were out of the pan.
"Let's eat first, Lao Xu, if you don't worry about this manuscript, put it here first, I'll take a good look at it. I quite like the story~"
"Ha~!"
Although the novel hasn't been published yet, Xu Haofeng doesn't have any worries at all.
smiled and nodded:
"OK."
However, after finishing speaking, he suddenly smiled playfully:
"Then you have to exchange it with Moutai."
"Hahahaha~"
One pointed to the row of Moutai boxes in the wine cabinet.
With his toes, Xu Xin, who knows that it must be written by his own father, replied:
"no problem!"