Taking someone's head in the air is like picking something out of a bag...
Qiankun's arbitrary judgment that looks down upon Heimuya...
Strategies for ambushing and dispatching troops...
The sudden rush of cliffs and cliffs...
A quick glance behind the mask as the branch wiped it off...
Suddenly I look back at the stunning and beautiful smile...
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On the set during the day on Friday, Weng Huaijing, who had been well prepared under the full control and direction of Yan Qing, was in full swing. The opening group scene of "Laughing East" was originally only considered unsatisfactory, but she performed it to a full and hearty performance.
The arrogant Professor Weng is indistinguishable from male to female, bringing Dongfang Bubai's decisive and decisive character to life in front of the camera.
Lurking in the onlookers, Zhou Peipei's eyes were filled with little stars. The "power of desire" for men and women to kill each other made Lan Fenghuang ignore the incompatibility between her character and Dongfang Bubai. She exclaimed with a blushing face: "Sister Jing'er!
Stop exuding your charm!"
"Professor Weng usually lives in seclusion and is too low-key. Whenever film critics make an inventory of Tsing Yi, they will deliberately ignore her. If it weren't for the program "Talent Co., Ltd.", maybe the Chinese film industry would have missed Weng Huaijing. By the way, among them
Brother Qing deserves the most credit..."
Fei Jingyu couldn't help but feel sad for Weng Huaijing like this. She said sincerely: "A young lady in Tsing Yi can meet a director who can best capture the charm hidden under her appearance. There is no doubt that Sister Jing is lucky.
of."
"Lucky? I think this is Yan Qing's luck! Jing Yu, you haven't seen the twenty-plus pages of biographies written by Huaijing for Dongfang Invincible..."
Shao Qing corrected meaningfully: "She is usually too dramatic. In fact, in my opinion, today's emotional outburst and acting outburst are inevitable."
"Obviously our Qing brother knows how to mobilize the enthusiasm and initiative of actors. He has an in-depth understanding and sincere feelings for his characters that ordinary directors cannot match..."
The old ghost Qian Dejun completely understood Shao Qing's subtext. He waved his hands and smiled and said: "He clearly understands what kind of actor he wants to portray and play the role in the play. I can understand why this guy
From the very beginning, I insisted that the role of Dongfang must be played by Xiao Weng.”
"They are achieving each other's success..."
There was a strange light in her eyes, and Miao Miao's soft and waxy voice became smaller and smaller, until no one could hear her: "The best companionship is like this, like kapok, standing steadily beside the oak tree!"
Only Zhang Yameng, who had been holding Mr. Meow on her arm, had a rough idea of what she said. She said silently in her heart: "So, Zhang Yameng, you have to live up to your expectations for the show tonight!"
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The crew was in good condition overall, and time flew by very quickly once filming started. After dusk fell, the night scene that Zhang Yameng had been thinking about finally started filming.
The filming plan of "Laughing East" is a rare multi-camera and long lens. Executive producer Shao Qing personally led the clearing work. The crew's handheld work was also temporarily handed over to three female cameramen assigned by Xiyu.
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Weng Huaijing, who was wearing a white t-shirt, was sitting in front of the dressing table. She traced her eyebrows and cheeks under the dancing candlelight, and her black hair fell down.
Yan Qing brought up the close-up shot of the handheld camera. In the monitor screen, Dongfang Bubai, who was biting rouge paper to dye his lips red, was very bright and indescribable. "His" every frown, smile, and every move was charming and charming, without any hint of masculinity.
In the fixed camera seat at the side and rear, the poems played by Zhang Yameng were drawn into the painting. She knelt down and presented a framed ink painting: "Master, I have been ordered to paint the Eastern Mountains and Rivers..."
Yan Qing then switched to an orbital camera position and asked for an over-the-shoulder shot:
Zhang Yameng and Weng Huaijing both have their backs in the painting, and they are lying in front of the tatami with poems and poems, and their tone is respectful: "Congratulations to the leader who will raise the flag and march north in three days!"
The handheld camera turned to Zhang Yameng, with a mid-range shot. Half-length of the painting, she knelt down coquettishly and gestured to open the scroll. Shishi said flatteringly: "I wish the leader an early enthronement!"
The fixed camera slowly drew closer, passing Zhang Yameng, Weng Huaijing slowly turned around, and she smiled at Shishi.
Zhang Yameng in the handheld camera was stunned and fell backwards. She was obviously frightened by the completely feminine Dongfang Bubai: "What do you look like?"
The portable camera shook, and the camera followed the scroll in Zhang Yameng's hand as it fell to the ground. It zoomed in, then from close-up to close-up, and the scroll slowly spread out on the straw mat in the room:
What a beautiful picture of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers!
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Fixed camera position, overhead shot, close-up shot:
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Weng Huaijing, who was halfway into the painting, suppressed his smile and felt a chilly air.
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Orbital camera position, close shot reverse shot:
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In a panic, Zhang Yameng swept over an oil lamp by the corner of her clothes.
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Handheld video camera, close-up:
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The lamp oil and fire fell on the spread out map of mountains and rivers, and flames suddenly appeared everywhere.
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Fixed camera position, flat shot, close-up shot:
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Weng Huaijing, who was halfway into the painting, seemed to have withdrawn her gaze from the picture of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers. Her gaze turned gentle, and she persuaded in a sweet voice: "Don't be afraid!"
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Orbital camera position, flat shot, close-up shot:
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"Why does your voice sound like this?"
Zhang Yameng, who was also halfway into the painting, had a terrifying expression. She kept ducking back and murmuring: "Did practicing the Sunflower Book turn you into this?"
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Fixed camera position, flat shot, close-up shot:
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There was a flash of impatience between Weng Huaijing's brows, then relief. She leaned close to the camera, pretending to be gentle and considerate and said: "No matter what happens to me..."
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Lens focus is pulled back
But Weng Huaijing continued to lean towards the camera
Close-up to close-up
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With a picturesque look on his face, the Eastern leader persuaded me in a charming tone: "I will never forget my beloved concubine's poems."
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Orbital camera position, close-up overhead shot, the camera slowly zooms in:
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Zhang Yameng, who was dressed in red, had a sad expression, with tears in her eyes and a helpless tone: "As the saying goes, you love the country more than you love the beauty... Master, you have high aspirations..."
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Fixed camera position, close-up shot:
The upward shot imitates the perspective of poetry
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The tenderness in Weng Huaijing's eyes disappeared, and she flicked her sleeves.
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Handheld video camera, close-up:
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The flames on the burning map of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers were extinguished by invisible internal forces.
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Fixed camera position, close-up shot:
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"Now you should understand..."
Weng Huaijing's expression was a bit bitter and helpless: "Why don't I sleep with you!"
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Orbital camera position, close-up:
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Suddenly enlightened, Zhang Yameng gritted her teeth and said: "Sunflower Collection!"
The camera zoomed out and turned to a close-up. Shishi stood up and took off the red undershirt she was wearing, picked it up and rushed into the next room. At the same time, the orbiting camera slowly followed her footsteps and moved to the opposite side.
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Fixed camera position, close-up shot:
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Weng Huaijing, who was kneeling half-length in the mirror, showed no signs of panic at all.
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Orbital camera position, panoramic lens:
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Zhang Yameng, who was only wearing bra-covering pants, picked up the red stickers and threw herself at an oil lamp. She said with hatred in her mouth: "I destroyed you!"
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Fixed camera position, close-up shot:
Weng Huai waved his sleeves with a sigh of relief.
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Handheld video camera, close-up: an embroidery needle flies out.
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Orbital camera position, panoramic lens:
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The oil lamp before Zhang Yameng threw her clothes into the fire went out. Unwilling to give in, she threw herself at other oil lamps again.
But everywhere he went, the oil lamp was extinguished prematurely by the embroidery needle.
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Fixed camera position, medium shot:
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Weng Huai and Shi Shiran stood up with a cold expression. She stretched out her hand: "Bring it here!"
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Orbital camera position, medium shot:
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Zhang Yameng reluctantly tried to tear the "Sunflower Collection" embroidered on the inside of the sticker with her hands.
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Handheld camera, overhead shot, medium shot:
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Weng Huaijing was obviously offended by her concubine's repeated little actions, so she moved lightly to Zhang Yameng's side.
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Handheld camera, overhead shot, close-up shot:
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With sharp eyebrows furrowed, Weng Huaijing looked unhappy. With a wave of her hand, she snatched the red gauze patch embroidered with the sunflower manual and patted Zhang Yameng's shoulder lightly.
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"Cut! Wu Tai!"
A fight scene involving Dongfang Invincible was about to begin, and Zhang Yameng needed a military replacement. As the director, Yan Qing also had to step off the scene to take part in the scene, so he called it a halt in time.
"Lao Zhang, hurry up! It's too cold!" Miao Miao quickly stepped forward to put on her coat for Zhang Yameng, who was only wearing a white bellyband.
But Weng Huaijing had already walked straight towards Yan Qing. She reached out for the monitor to watch the playback out of habit, and she obediently offered it to her with both hands.
"Did you see that the spirit of the drama king comes from the same origin..." Shao Qing looked at Luo Bing triumphantly.
"Brother Qing, Sister Jing, I can do it!"
Zhang Yameng, who had a stubborn expression, put on her coat and leaned towards Yan Qing and Weng Huaijing.
"Lao Zhang, it's easy to get hurt during this shot!" Yan Qing firmly rejected her again.
After Miao Miao confirmed that the safety protection on the set was in place, Wu put on the wires and got into position, and Weng Huaijing returned to the camera and got into the mood.
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Orbital camera position, shot reverse:
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Wu Ti flew out of the room under the pull of Wia, smashed an entire sliding door, and fell heavily into the small courtyard.
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Yan Qing called it quits again, Zhang Yameng lay back in the substitute position, and the crew resumed filming. The monitor was temporarily handed over to the crew's executive producer Shao Qing and production director Luo Bing, who quietly guarded the scene editing.
The teacher does the rough cutting and splicing work of the materials in real time:
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Slowly squatting down, Weng Huaijing nervously spread out the gauze and inspected it carefully. After confirming that there was no damage, she looked with disappointment at Zhang Yameng who was still struggling to get up in the small courtyard: "I put something more important than my life
I handed the book to you and you actually want to burn it?"
At the gate of the courtyard, five extras dressed as ronin warriors poured in. They shouted in Fuso language: "There is an assassin!"
"Treasure Book!"
Such a charming woman, her first reaction was to hide the "Sunflower Book" in her hand, and her second reaction was to wave her sleeves and try to kill someone.
The five extras let out several screams in unison, and their bodies flew backward slightly.
Immediately afterwards, seven or eight more ronin warriors rushed in.
Weng Huaijing showed no mercy and took action again to kill them one by one.
Zhang Yameng, who was lying on her back in the courtyard, was so frightened that she lost consciousness.
"It turns out you are just like everyone else in the world..."
After dealing with the risk of the secret book being leaked, Weng Huaijing stood up coldly. Only then did she turn her attention to her concubine: "It's all so heartless."
"Master...I...I know I was wrong."
When Zhang Yameng heard these words of grief, she climbed all the way into the room, tried to get close to Weng Huaijing to get his forgiveness, and cried: "I will follow you forever."
Sneering and getting out of the way, Weng Huaijing shook his head and refused: "You can't, just go."
"I have so many thoughts at the moment that I would rather die..."
Continuing to crawl, Zhang Yameng pulled Weng Huaijing's skirt with tears streaming down her face. She looked up at the expressionless Dongfang Bubai: "I don't want the leader to abandon me."
Just as Weng Huaijing was about to wave Zhang Yameng away, there seemed to be another burst of movement in the courtyard. She raised her eyebrows warily and stared at the camera, asking sharply: "Who is that person?"
Zhang Yameng, who was hugging the hem of his clothes and refusing to let go, also followed the sound.
In the small courtyard, Yan Qing, who was dressed in a Confucian shirt and a turban, hung up his wire and walked down. After seeing the corpses on the ground, he leaned over to investigate carefully.
Gently pushing the door open, Weng Huaijing leaned out from behind the door. When she saw Yan Qing, she couldn't help but smile: "Linghu Chong!"
Zhang Yameng, who was inside the door, had already given up on letting go of her clothes. She resigned herself to her fate and leaned against the door, weeping silently.
"It's you, can you speak Chinese?"
Yan Qing in the courtyard suddenly raised his head. He hesitated for a moment and gave up the investigation. His expression was a little bitter: "I was originally worried about the unpredictable world, so I wanted to have a drink with you to relieve my boredom. I didn't expect you to..."
Weng Huaijing used the sliding door to half cover her face with her pipa, and she replied in a sweet voice: "What a coincidence! I also feel the same emotions as you about the world because of the unpredictable nature of people's hearts..."
"Hahaha! Since it's so difficult to test, then don't test it..."
With a free and easy smile, Yan Qing stood up and walked slowly towards Weng Huaijing. After standing outside the door of the hut, he continued: "Let's leave here together tomorrow and leave the world to those who want to test it."
Yingying smiled, Weng Huaijing did not answer, turned to Zhang Yameng who was leaning against the door, and asked softly: "Are you really willing to die for me?"
Zhang Yameng nodded in agreement without hesitation.
Weng Huaijing spread out his hand and gently held Zhang Yameng's chin. His face was dimmed and brightened by the candlelight. He was dressed in red and had ice-cold skin. His smile was even more charming than a woman's. Her eyes moved as she said:
"You don't have to die, I want you to spend the night with Linghu Chong on my behalf..."
Hearing this ridiculous request, Zhang Yameng opened her eyes in disbelief. She shivered and clutched Weng Huaijing's hand. The room was not cold, but the cold words cut like a knife on her exposed skin.
"Life is like dew in the morning. It's rare to meet a close friend over wine..."
Leaning against the door again, Weng Huai smiled charmingly. She smiled shyly at Yan Qing and closed the door: "Come in..."
Although Dongfang Bubai's reaction of closing the door was a bit strange, Linghu Chong didn't think much about it. Yan Qing raised his legs and walked towards the room.
Amidst laughter as clear as silver bells, Weng Huaijing picked up Zhang Yameng and swept it deep into the house.
The thin fabric of Weng Huaijing's body seemed to touch Zhang Yameng's body, her eyelashes fluttered poetically, and she curled up. She didn't dare to open her eyes, as if she was afraid of what was behind this sweet woman's laughter.
The face of a sinister and cold stranger.
"Don't cry, you won't be beautiful if you cry..."
Weng Huaijing's hand pushed aside Zhang Yameng's messy hair and crossed her face.
"Don't let him find out you're a fake..."
Weng Huaijing, who was more elegant than any other woman, took Zhang Yameng's arm, who was almost naked. She smiled gracefully and said: "I want him to remember me forever..."
When he entered the house, he found that the lights in the house were dim. Yan Qing asked openly and loudly: "I came in, girl, where are you?"
Soon enough, several flying needles shot out, and all the few lamps in the room were extinguished.
"I'm here..."
Weng Huaijing responded with a sweet voice, and she pushed Zhang Yameng directly into Yan Qing's arms with her bare hands.
The beauty fell into his arms, and for a moment the fragrance of soft jade was warm, but Yan Qing was confused and said, "Where's the wine?"
"Linghu Chong!"
In the darkness, Zhang Yameng hesitated and hugged Yan Qing tightly, and their bodies slowly fell towards the tatami.
"By the way, I never knew your name." Yan Qing quietly hugged the girl in his arms tightly.
"Shishi." Zhang Yameng, who was crying silently, replied softly.
The girl's tears fell on Yan Qing's arm, and he asked with concern: "Shishi, why are you crying?"
"Everyone is destined to live in this world..." In the darkness, Zhang Yameng turned over and sat on Yan Qing, throwing him down on the tatami.
A faint voice continued: "I only want one night, why bother asking more."
The two of them were tightly intertwined on the tatami mat. At this moment, a few traces of firelight were faintly revealed behind the bright yellow window paper. The hazy and tearful poems guided Linghu Chong step by step from Chu Ge.
Grow into a real man.
A warm and wet kiss…
A loving embrace...
Suppressed moans...
Clothes scattered all over the floor…
Zhang Yameng was very open-minded, and Yan Qing used his preset lens language to implicitly capture an extremely joyful and sentimental love affair.
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"Sister Jing plays well, everyone knows this..."
More and more girls were watching around the director's monitor. Weng Huaijing, who was temporarily off the show, also joined the crowd. Zhang Yameng's performance amazed them. Yi Yi was a little stunned and said: "But I didn't expect Lao Zhang's play to be like this."
Excellent!"
"Yiyi, don't be so strange..."
Miao Miao's milky voice was convincing: "There is a reason for this!"
"I want to learn! I want to learn!"
Upon hearing what Miao Miao said, Yi Yi couldn't suppress her desire to improve her acting skills. She secretly glanced at Weng Huaijing, who was staring at the monitor, and said coquettishly to Miao Miao: "Miao Miao, please tell me!"
"Have you not noticed that Lao Zhang and Sister Jing have become very close during this time?"
Li Hanyuan on the side answered Yi Yi with a faint smile: "She has been preparing for this scene for a long time, and Sister Jing also did everything she could to teach her!"
"Ah! What do you mean!"
Yi Yi looked at Weng Huaijing with puzzled eyes: "Did Sister Jing teach this scene step by step? No, then why does she watch it so seriously!"
"You just don't understand. Only by trying to be perfect can you pass it once..."
Miao Miao pushed Zhou Peipei, who was blushing hotly next to her: "This is better than having sex like Peipei did at that time. Who can bear it if it happens a few more times?"
"We still remember clearly how many times we had sex a month ago..."
The two producers, Shao Qing and Luo Bing, were almost squeezed out of the best viewing area by Weng Huaijing, who monopolized the monitor screen. However, they laughed particularly seductively: "This is a sex scene plus a kissing scene. Lao Zhang is dressed so coolly, so naturally he has to pay attention."
Teach and then watch carefully!”
"You guys, please pay attention to the order of the set! What nonsense are you talking about! This scene is very important, okay..."
Weng Huaijing seemed to be trying to figure out the role, but she continued to speak harshly without any confidence: "I also have to look for ways to make Dongfang Bubai jealous later!"