Before filming Shanghai Beach, Ding Xiu had never seen Huang Xiaoming's drama.

He doesn't even watch his own plays.

I thought that Huang Xiaoming's acting skills were not very good, but he was able to get to where he is today because he was lucky and had many resources behind him.

After joining the group, Huang Xiaoming's approach actually changed his mind a bit.

First of all, the acting is pretty good. As long as it's not a pretentious or flirtatious performance, the rest of the time the acting is pretty good.

The second is to be willing to endure hardship and practice martial arts routines every day, from morning to night.

He was not afraid of being tired while filming on the set. He ran back and forth in the fire scene so many times that his skin was almost burnt with oil, but he didn't even hear a single complaint from him.

Ding Xiu also discovered that he likes to make friends.

Several assistant directors on the crew, Ding Xiu, still can't recognize them all. They can even name the names of the cameramen and make-up people.

He was a little impressed that a person could do this.

Anyway, he couldn't do this. If he had time, he might as well let Zhao Liying squeeze his shoulders.

"Wow!"

Huang Xiaoming picked up the water ladle, scooped a large spoonful into the water tank, and poured it directly on his head. He gasped for air. The temperature on his head evaporated the water vapor, causing white smoke to rise.

Only then did he dare to take the assistant's towel and wipe his face.

Before, I had makeup on my face and couldn't move.

"Brother Xiu, it's your turn soon." Zhao Liying reminded Ding Xiu in a low voice.

The harder other artists work, the harder they work.

Looking at my own home, I specially choose a cool place to sit, but I don’t have a good posture when I sit. I don’t care if the ground is dirty or not, I just lean on the ground.

I also ate fruit, which was delicious.

Ding Xiu was sometimes so lazy that Zhao Liying was a little ashamed and wanted to pretend she didn't know him.

"It's okay, Xiao Ming still needs to breathe for a while, it won't be that fast." As soon as the banana peel was thrown away, Ding Xiu stood up and said, "I'm going to put some water in. Call me when we start shooting soon."

There wasn't much left in the next scene. Xu Wenqiang rescued Ding Li's old mother. The two looked at each other and almost committed to each other.

Huang Xiaoming was so exhausted at this moment that the director had to let him rest for seventeen or eight minutes no matter what.

Maybe I didn’t even start when I came back from squatting in the queen size.

Zhao Liying was anxious: "Brother Xiu, you haven't put on makeup yet?"

Ding Xiu waved his hand without looking back: "It's okay, it will only take a few minutes."

His makeup is different from Huang Xiaoming's. Huang Xiaoming has a beard that hasn't been shaved for a long time and has a layer of green stubble.

This kind of beard takes some time to put on makeup, and it's a bit troublesome. You can't wash your face after putting on makeup.

He is different, he has sparse beard.

This one has no makeup, it’s all natural.

After the makeup artist made the request, Ding Xiu refused to put on makeup and just stopped shaving for two days. The effect was very good.

Because he plays a small character with a gray face and no makeup on his face, he has dark circles under his eyes.

It's a bit ugly, but it brings a lot of convenience to Ding Xiu. He can wash his face whenever he wants and doesn't need to put on makeup, which saves a lot of time.

…

The crew stayed there for a month. That evening, after finishing filming his scene, Ding Xiu was in no hurry to go back.

Huang Xiaoming said he would treat everyone to a meal tonight.

It is an unspoken rule of the crew that dinner gatherings are usually proposed by the director or the leading actors and actresses. If a few big shots don't speak up, gatherings in private are generally not allowed.

Idle time is also idle, Ding Xiu plans to have a meal.

After getting along with each other these days, Xiao Ming's behavior is still okay, but he is a bit silly.

But it doesn’t matter if you’re a bit silly, you’re too smart for Ding Xiu’s liking. He’ll be exhausted from using his brains with others every day.

On the set, Li Xuejian was still filming, and everyone was waiting for him.

"Mr. Feng, Hengsan is not that courageous. I doubt this..."

"I know." His daughter was kidnapped. Feng Jingyao's face showed no sadness or joy. Behind the lenses, his eyes slowly opened: "Save Cheng Cheng first."

"I have sent people to rescue you."

"Is there anyone else in Hengsan's family? Let's check."

"yes."

Taishan collapsed in front of him without changing his expression, suppressing his anger, and using the calmest tone, saying words that would kill everyone. This is Feng Jingyao.

Li Xuejian, who is short, thin, and a bit gentle, played this role with domineering force.

It's a bit heroic.

Sometimes Ding Xiu finds it interesting to watch these veteran actors acting. If this was done in ancient times, people who didn't know the details might be easily fooled.

"Click!"

"Pass!"

"Thank you for your hard work, Teacher Li."

"Every department should tidy up and call it a day!"

The studio, which was quiet a second ago, became extremely noisy with the director's order.

The tired sighs of the extras, the laughter among the actors, and the busyness of the staff are all mixed together.

After Li Xuejian finished removing his makeup, Huang Xiaoming invited everyone to get in the car and go to the hotel booked in advance.

Eating, drinking, singing, and playing cards were all well arranged.

Li Xuejian and the director were old and didn't like to play. They left hastily after eating, leaving a group of young people playing wildly.

Ding Xiu was holding a glass of wine and chatting with Sun Li, when Huang Xiaoming came over not far away.

Just when Ding Xiu thought he was going to talk to him, Huang Xiaoming said to Sun Li: "Would you like to go to the table and play a few rounds to kill some time?"

Sun Li smiled and refused: "Thank you, Brother Xiao Ming. I'm not very good at it. Just make it happy for you."

"Okay, how about singing?"

"To be honest, I have the worst vocal performance in school, and my voice feels like it's been chewed by a dog."

"Ahem!" Ding Xiu couldn't stand it anymore and coughed.

This kid is treating himself like air.

He finally figured out that Huang Xiaoming came to this party for Sun Li.

No wonder I usually have nothing to do to be attentive on the set.

People used to say that actors easily fall in love with acting. Ding Xiu was half-convinced, but today he believes it.

Huang Xiaoming asked awkwardly: "Brother Xiu is here too?"

Ding Xiu: "..."

A man as big as me has been stuck here for a long time, and you just saw it?

"I'll go sing and you guys can chat." Ding Xiu put down his wine glass and went to the singing place to get the microphone.

I immediately ordered a song recently released by Jay Chou.

"Your hair is like snow"

"Poignant farewell"

“Who was touched by my burning incense?”

"Invite the bright moon to make memories bright"

"Love is perfect under the moonlight"

…

"Brother Xiu, with your voice like this, would it be a shame not to become a singer?"

"Low-key and low-key, I just sing and have fun."

"What do you mean by not becoming a singer? Brother Xiu is a singer. He has released songs before."

"Let me tell you, the singing is so beautiful. Sure enough, the professionals are different from us amateurs."

"Singing, film and television are all in full swing, Brother Xiu is amazing."

"Brother Xiu, when the concert is held, I must go to support it."

Ding Xiu was singing, and there were a lot of people around him who were flattering him. Although he knew that what they were saying was lies, he still felt quite comfortable listening to the compliments he said about himself.

Without exposing it, he happily bragged with these people.
To be continued...