The crew of "Laughing East" ushered in the last night of night scene shooting. The actors were in good condition, the director was able to arrange the scenes with ease, and the overall progress was still ahead of the set. After more than three hours at night, the crew had already transitioned to four scenes.
This time, all the scenes prepared during the day were shot.
The next scene in the shooting plan is clearly marked (Ren Wo Xing gains power and bloodbaths Blackwood Cliff). This section tells the story of Dongfang Bubai falling off the cliff.
He initiated rectification and liquidation internally, and used both kindness and coercion externally in an attempt to subdue Linghu Chong for his own use.
Youdao is thousands of miles away, thousands of miles away, one emperor and one courtier. In order to clearly show the changing dynasties of the Sun Moon God Sect and Ren Woxing's determination to break the undefeated influence of the East, the art team had to spend a lot of time to design the scenic spot outside No. 3
The Drum Tower scenery in the central area has undergone some major adjustments.
Changing flags, displays, decorations, and creating an atmosphere of cleansing and killing took a long time, and the speed of the filming greatly exceeded the original expectations of the production team. Due to various reasons, the crew had to withdraw from the arena after filming. All the disciples of Huashan
After the scene of playing the piano, singing, drinking and having a barbecue, he fell into a wait-and-see situation again.
Fortunately, this time-consuming and laborious group scene was already the last night scene of the whole film. The two production bosses, Luo Bing and Shao Qing, had also prepared countermeasures in advance. They asked the girls on the production team to prepare a lot of pickled food.
After preparing the ingredients, the entire crew was gathered to hold a barbecue party using the remaining bonfire on the set.
After many days of stress, everyone was having a great time. They were chatting around the campfire while having bbq. Many people chose to watch the latest issue of "Talent Co., Ltd." on their mobile phones. Miao Miao even brought a guitar.
, the diligent girl seizes all her spare time to practice her piano skills, and Zhang Yameng, Zhou Peipei, Yi Yi, Li Hanyuan and others who accompany her sing softly.
As the filming is approaching, in order to speed up the post-production, the editing team has begun to get more involved in the filming work. Two people like Yan Qing and Weng Huaijing are standing in front of the director's workbench and watching the post-editing team working on site. The main editor
According to the director's real-time instructions, director Liu Yuze personally performed the fine editing of the semi-finished materials that had been roughly cut. The topics the three of them talked about seemed particularly serious.
"Director Yan? Please take a look..."
Because Weng Huaijing was present, this seemed to put some invisible pressure on Liu Yuze. He tried his best to restrain his Jinmen accent: "How do you edit this third shot of a moth flying into the flame? We have some descriptions in the storyboard script.
I seem to understand, but I don’t understand.”
"Split into two pictures, cross-cut into the one I took today..."
Without getting close to the screen in front of Liu Yuze, Yan Qing obviously knew all the shots well. He flipped the shot script in his hand to the corresponding page number with ease. After confirming it, he casually pointed out: "Well, Dongfang Invincible
A shot of him hesitating in front of a huge fire in a wild shop, with a hesitant and struggling expression."
"What else?" Liu Yuze quickly called up the corresponding materials.
After a moment's pause and a look of panic, Yan Qing cautiously glanced at Weng Huaijing beside him, and saw that she still looked cold and cold, staring at the editing work on the screen. Only then did Director Yan follow Liu Yuze's urging.
He continued with a straight face: "Also... isn't this written? The scene of Linghu Chong and Shishi having sex with each other on their necks."
"Oh... I didn't write the roll number. I have to look for it." Liu Yuze, who was obsessed with editing, didn't notice the emotional fluctuations in Yan Qing's heart when he said these words. He continued the work at hand.
However, after hearing everything, Weng Huaijing couldn't maintain her cold appearance. The corners of her mouth raised slightly, her eyes rolled, and Professor Weng gave Yan Qing a meaningful eye roll:
"Why, am I so jealous in your heart? It's so secretive that it makes people laugh."
He blinked innocently, and Yan Qing silently put the pot on his head. He responded with his eyes: "Well, it's me. I'm too shy to say it."
"Montage? The editing method of montage is used here, right?"
That faint smile lingered on. Weng Huaijing was very satisfied with Yan Qing's answer. Looking at the three overlapping shots on the screen, her eyes were filled with beautiful light, and she murmured to herself: "
Does the moth flying into the flame refer to Shishi’s self-destruction or Dongfang’s inner struggle?”
"Yes, montage, my personal interpretation is both, but it refers more to Shishi. This time she is more like the moth flying into the fire..."
With his eyes also on the screen, it was as if the noise on the set did not exist in his ears. Yan Qing communicated with Weng Huaijing in a soft voice: "After completing the stand-in task entrusted to him by Dongfang Bubai, Yang Shishi resolutely obeyed the crane
I blush, then lean against the wall and wait to see my lover for the last time..."
"The insects are weaving in the night in the south, and the moths are circling the remaining candles in the north..."
Weng Huai sighed and said: "Shishi's love is also persistent to the point of stubbornness."
"The insects are weaving in the night in the south, and the moths are circling the remaining candles in the north..."
Yan Qing had obviously never heard of this poem, "Imitation of the Past and the Modern" by Shi Wujian, a poet from the Tang Dynasty. He pondered carefully and looked at Professor Weng, who was known for his poetry and calligraphy: "This poem seems very cold?"
"The next line of the poem is very famous. I thought you deliberately planned this plot for Lao Zhang. After all..."
Weng Huaijing was a little helpless about Yan Qing's Chinese proficiency, and due to Liu Yuze's presence, she did not continue the topic of Zhang Yameng's orientation, but instead recited a poem with a smile on her face: "It's just that a lot of money is worth a lot of money, but who can believe it and worry about it alone?"
Katama."
"People's words are formidable, and public opinion makes gold. We decided to appear in this movie in the first place just because Zhang Yameng was trembling under the overwhelming public opinion. It really seemed like a deliberate metaphor..."
Qiqiao Linglong's heart changed, and Yan Qing quickly figured out what Weng Huaijing was referring to. He scratched his head and smiled: "I know the allusion to gold, but I really don't know that there is such a poem. It just happened to be wrong."
While the two were communicating, Liu Yuze continued the editing work he was doing. He mixed the shots of moths flying into the flames taken from different angles with different plots three times.
Among them is the scene where Sarutobi Sun and Moon betrayed Dongfang Bubai and wanted to take advantage of the fire and secretly peeked at the Sunflower Book. This was undoubtedly a kind of self-destruction. He quickly paid the price and was embroidered like a moth.
The needle passed through my heart, and ended up with blood spilled on the window lattice.
There is also the scene shot on Friday night. Before Linghu Chong entered Dongfang Bubai's boudoir, there was also a shot of a moth flapping its wings and tossing in the lampshade. The extremely vigilant Dongfang leader also raised his hand to turn water into a needle.
That moth kills.
"Actually, this section is a metaphor for the Invincible East. You know, with the arrival of Linghu Chong, a series of coincidences led to that perfect date where flowers and stars flew across the moon..."
Yan Qing pointed Liu Yuze in deciding the length of the shot while continuing the conversation with Weng Huaijing: "So this is a moth flying towards the flame of love, and Dongfang killed this moth mercilessly.
…”
Just as the conversation was getting underway, Yan Qing bumped into Weng Huaijing's charming, slightly reproachful look, and he was immediately speechless: "..."
"It deepens the tragic meaning of her self-destruction? The conflict in the script is very cleverly set up..."
There was still a smile hidden in Weng Huaijing's eyes. At this moment, she looked exactly like Shao Qing when she used Yan Qing to tease him: "After all, Director Yan is not Tang Sanzang. The saintly monk sweeps the floor for fear of killing ants and cherishes moths covering lamps."
"Ah, what about Tang Sanzang's scolding of Sun Wukong in "Three Fights of White Bone Demons"? You can also refer to "A Daughter's Love" and "Journey to the West", and the angle is so strange, you are worthy of it!"
He met that meaningful gaze with respect, love and fear. Just when Yan Qing was thinking about how to respond, Weng Huai raised his sharp eyebrows suddenly, and without speaking a word, a touch of teasing faintly came out: "
just kidding! You must be scared, you disciple!"
Professor Weng never expected that her tender and charming manner that was charming in words would make Yan Qing dumbfounded when he tasted the marrow.
"Director Yan! I'm sorry..."
Just when Weng Huaijing was about to scold Yan Qing for a moment, Zhao Mu ran to the director's desk and interrupted their affectionate exchanges: "Sister Jing, um... I'm interrupting you, don't mind."
"We...we were just talking about editing!"
After being caught, the charming Professor Weng resorted to an all-purpose post-up tactic.
"Yeah, I'm just afraid of disturbing your work..."
Well aware of Professor Weng's thin-skinned character, Zhao Mu did not dare to make a mistake and kept waving her phone in front of Yan Qing's eyes. She continued to call: "Brother Qing! Brother Qing!"
"Ah... Zhao Mu, what's wrong? It's not the time to shoot yet..."
Only then did Yan Qing come to his senses. He shamelessly excused himself by saying, "I just got lost in thought about an editing problem."
"I'm here to borrow the director's microphone and speakers!"
Pointing the phone screen at Yan Qing with his right hand, Zhao Mu waved his left hand and pointed at the bonfire in the distance: "Miao Miao promised to sing for everyone under our coercion."
"What's going on, do you want to borrow the director's microphone? Aren't you all eating skewers and making up for the show?"
Yan Qing first glanced at the screen in Zhao Mu's hand. Unsurprisingly, what was playing on it was the eighth issue of "Talent Co., Ltd." that was launched tonight. Then he followed her guidance and looked not far away. The bonfire night party suddenly appeared.
A bright light came out.
"Good guys, we are indeed a professional team. Xiaomiao is having a concert now?"
Amid the crowds of people, Miao Miao, with Zhang Yameng, Li Hanyuan, and Zhou Peipei clapping and supporting her, held her guitar and played and sang by the campfire. A large group of girls gathered around them unknowingly.
Helping the crowd of onlookers holding skewers and flashing their mobile phones.
"Sister Qing just asked Director Su. We still have to wait for more than an hour for the set to be set there. Watching the show on the mobile phone is somewhat unsatisfactory..."
His eyes lingered between Yan Qing and Weng Huaijing. Zhao Muming's eyes were wide and he said, "How about it, Brother Qing and Sister Qing, do you want to come and play together?"
"Well...we still have work on our hands..."
After quickly making eye contact with Weng Huaijing, Yan Qing took out the director's microphone and speaker from under the table and handed them to Zhao Mu. His tone was rather regretful: "Take it, take it, you can have fun."
"Okay, thank you Brother Qing, then I won't bother..."
With an "I understand" expression on her face, Zhao Mu picked up the director's microphone and speaker, made a face, turned around and ran away: "I won't disturb you and continue to talk about work with Sister Jing."
"Talk about work?"
The pronunciation of these three words in Zhao Mu's mouth was particularly strong, which made Liu Yuze, who was obsessed with editing, explode. He turned his head blankly and looked at the backs of Yan Qing and Weng Huaijing behind him. He muttered in confusion: "Don't we talk about work all the time?
?”
"Yes, I hope you can come and take a look. I plan to process these sets of shots through alternating long and short panoramic editing..."
Yan Qing, who was more qualified in expression management, quickly reacted and called out to Professor Weng, whose eyes were red, to start editing again.
"Hey, hey, can you hear me?"
After getting the director's microphone and speaker, Miao Miao became even more powerful, and she successfully spread her influence to the entire set.
"You can hear it~"
Yan Qing looked up amid the uniform response, and he unexpectedly discovered that this impromptu concert was actually an orderly scene thanks to the division of labor and cooperation among the organizers of the campfire party.
Shao Qing and Luo Bing coordinated the seating and order, Zhang Yameng and Li Hanyuan communicated about the support process, Yi Li snuggled next to Miao Miao and held the microphone for her, and Zhao Mu sat on the floor and was responsible for using the sub-microphone on the speaker as a guitar pickup.
Shaking their heads helplessly, Yan Qing and Weng Huai looked at each other and smiled.
Aojiao: "Sister Qing is making mischief again..."
Director Qing: "It's okay, as long as they are happy..."
"Sister Jinger taught me to sing this song, and its name is Darwin!"
After being distorted by the director's microphone speaker, Miao Miao's soft and waxy voice had an extra touch of electronic music. Yan Qing's eyes wandered back and forth between the screen of Liu Yuze's workstation and the campfire, and he didn't notice him for a while.
There was a flash of shame in Weng Huaijing's eyes.
Fortunately, Miao Miao did not extend this topic further, and soon plucked the strings. As the soothing and bright acoustic guitar sound gurgled out, her slightly childlike singing voice also followed:
…
"My youth/is not without scars
It’s understanding that love is an extension of faith
What features/popularity or eyes?
I don’t know whether I will love you or not.」
…
With a slightly sentimental melody, lyrics that speak directly to one's heart, and concise decomposition of chords, paired with the unique timbre of the acoustic guitar and Miao Miao's clean voice, without too many embellishments, this song is like something blowing in the autumn night.
The cool breeze quickly calmed down the originally noisy set.
Miao Miao's improvement in rhythm and fingering surprised Yan Qing. He quietly took a step closer to Weng Huaijing and asked in a low voice: "Xiao Miao seems to be in better condition than when we recorded the program last week.
"
This step brought the two people who were already very close to each other closer again. Weng Huaijing's thick eyelashes fluttered and he glanced nervously at Liu Yuze who was still working at the director's desk.
, she hesitated and did not move away, Professor Weng finally whispered to himself with lowered eyebrows and eyes: "It's because you usually pay too little attention to her, Xiaomei has been making progress."
"This is simply a question. How do you want me to answer it..."
Slightly embarrassed, Yan Qing had nowhere to place her hands for a while, but beside the campfire, Miao Miao continued to sing her main song:
…
"Stay single/Can't help but sink again
Going in circles and sometimes waiting
Human life/emotions are a revolving door
When it comes to the end, sincere ones won’t tell the difference.』
…
When he heard "single, sinking, waiting...", Yan Qing's heart trembled, and he couldn't help but start to think about the scenes of Weng Huaijing living alone in New York after the two broke up. He couldn't help but glance at the countless people around him out of the corner of his eye.
The source of refreshing fragrance that is always exuding.
"Love means you never have to say you're sorry."
After a response as thin as a gossamer, Yan Qing suddenly found that his right hand, which had no place to rest, was gently held. Weng Huaijing bit his lip gently, and his bright eyebrows were full of affection.
…
"There has been competition/there has been sacrifice/the selection process of being loved
Learn to be serious/learn to be loyal/only the fittest can survive
Understanding eternity/needs us/to evolve into better people』
…
The singing continued, and Miao Miao used her unique milky voice to perform this slightly cruel chorus with a unique flavor.
"Earnest, loyal, evolve into a better person for love, Bong Bong is actually much braver than me..."
In the darkness, holding the slender hand that just wanted to escape, Yan Qing felt the tenderness of Weng Huai's longing, and her heart was stirred.
After repeating the chorus several times, Miao Miao continued to start the verse B. The soothing melody, soft acoustic guitar sound, and soft childish voice were particularly harmonious with this quiet night.
…
"My youth/sometimes was quite innocent
Believe that happiness depends on loving deeply
Read the theory of evolution/I agree with Darwin
Those without strength may be eliminated.』
…
After hearing these lyrics, Yan Qing's heart moved, and he gently pulled the soft and boneless Weng Huaijing. He lowered his voice and asked: "When you gave me the "Origin of Species" as a gift to Xiaomiao, were you already relaxing?
It’s related.”
After a long while, Weng looked up and stared at Yan Qing with longing. With her last stubbornness, she replied stiffly: "This is a secret between me and her."
…
"How many rounds has my substitute/changed?
Memories grow cold in the hearts of old lovers
My life/There are several revolving doors
When it comes to the end, only you and I are left without a share.』
…
The acoustic guitar melody slowly weakened after Miao Miao sang the last verse of lyrics.
"~In the end, only you and I are left without a share~"
The two people who were looking at each other continued to exchange glances. Yan Qing noticed that Weng Huaijing couldn't help but open his lips and teeth when he heard the last part. Professor Weng seemed to be humming silently along with the melody. He expressed with clear and transparent eyes: "I never want to
Let go."
Weng Huaijing was waiting for something to respond when a sudden sound suddenly sounded in his ears. While applauding, Liu Yuze turned around and cast a confused look: "Director Yan, you guys?"
…silence…
In a dark place where Liu Yuze couldn't see, after a fierce resistance, Weng Huaijing finally escaped from Yan Qing's clutches. Only then did the two people, whose reaction was obviously several beats slower, start to clap mechanically.
"Xiao Miao sang so well..." Yan Qing pretended to nod with relief on his face: "I even forgot to applaud."
"Thank you, I held back during the recording of the program. In fact, there is a particularly touching love poem hidden behind "Darwin", which comes from my brother Qing'er..."
Unexpectedly, after singing, Miao Miao started to cause trouble. Her bright eyes glanced at Yan Qing and Weng Huaijing who were hiding in the darkness in the distance, as if asking for their permission.