1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 129 Director vs Screenwriter
"Inspiration [Love Letter] Progress +1, Current Progress (8/10)"

A prompt suddenly popped up in his mind, and Jiang Xian looked happy.

It seems that the love letter does not have strict requirements on the carrier. It can be a piece of letter paper, a book, a leaf, or a greeting card. As long as it conveys information, it is a letter.

I looked at the time and it was time for dinner, so I hurried to the cafeteria to eat and ordered a portion of shredded pork with fish flavor to fill my stomach.

After returning to the guesthouse, he received a call from "Beijing Literature and Art". Wang Meng asked him to come over when he was free.

I went back to my room, fetched some hot water, and soaked my feet comfortably for a while, with the sound of dripping water by my ears.

"Inspiration [Love Letter] Progress +1, Current Progress (9/10)"

???

Jiang Xian raised his head with a confused look on his face.

How come the double effect can always be triggered?
He was puzzled.

the other side.

Chen Hong held the book "Furong Town" in her hands, her eyelashes trembling and her heart pounding, not only for the contents of the book, but also for the secret she discovered.

There is something wrong with these two!
Hearing the noise at the door, Chen Hong quickly closed the book and stood up hurriedly.

Zhu Lin came in with a thermos, glanced at her, then glanced at the book on the table, and asked nervously, "What are you doing?"

The little affection between lovers can always make each other blush and their heart beat fast, but if they are caught by others, it will have a socially fatal effect.

"I, I'm dancing the loyalty dance." Chen Hong was very nervous. She simply crossed her hand across her chest and swung the other hand behind her back and started practicing.

Zhu Lin was somewhat suspicious, but it was not easy to expose her, so she poured a basin of hot water, took off her cotton socks, and soaked her feet in the water.

"hiss."

The water was a little hot, and my feet, like a frightened rabbit, lightly touched the surface of the water, kicking up a small splash of water.

Outside the window, night fell. Zhu Lin soaked her feet in the basin, her almond-shaped eyes unfocused, thinking about things.

Her thoughts drifted, and finally landed on the things Jiang Xian wrote to her.

She thought for a moment, wiped her feet, put on her slippers, and found a pen and writing paper in the drawer.

She has never been used to being passive when doing things.

The weather has not yet warmed up completely, so "Traffic" will first shoot interior scenes in the studio. The exterior scenes will be easy to shoot, and we will shoot directly in the suburbs of Beijing in May and June.

There was no ceremony for the start of filming. Jiang Xian went there specially to stand there for a while. Today he just wanted to try out the costumes and take the first few shots to get into the role. Most of them were shots of Zhu Lin.

Zhu Lin had already put on makeup and changed into a Shilin blue sportswear, "Meihua" brand, a time-honored domestic brand, with three white stripes on the sleeves and "China" and "China" written on the left and right sides of the chest.

Jiang Xian took a look and his face immediately fell.

"Ka! Ka! Ka!"

"What kind of costume is this?"

"How does this work?"

In "Traffic", Zhu Lin plays Ai Jinghua, not Wu Jing!
"What's wrong, screenwriter Jiang?" Wang Haowei frowned. "Isn't this sportswear good? This is a plum blossom sportswear, which costs forty or fifty yuan."

At present, the "Plum Blossom" sportswear is divided into "Big Plum Blossom" and "Small Plum Blossom". The "Big Plum Blossom" is supplied to the national team athletes for training, while the "Small Plum Blossom" is sold to the general market.

"Not new enough! Not popular enough! Not fashionable enough!"

Jiang Xian was filming the script and firmly disagreed, "The image of Ai Jinghua represents innovation. Everything about her must be new and something the public has never seen before."

Wang Haowei was angry, "If the clubs are not OK, then what are you going to wear?"

“Wear foreign brands!”

Pay attention, blackboard!
Jiang Xian is not praising those foreign brands and complaining that domestic products are inferior.

Mainly for filming.

The camera wanted to show Zhu Lin's eye-catching beauty, but she ended up being dressed like a physical education teacher. Didn't that completely ruin the atmosphere of the movie?

Wang Haowei frowned, "Foreign brands? Then I have to apply to the leaders and get foreign exchange."

There are not many foreign brands entering China at the moment, and Pierre Cardin should be the earliest one.

Later, people thought that Pierre Cardin sold autumn clothes and autumn trousers, but in fact, it was regarded as a luxury brand in China in the early days.

“Difficulties can be overcome!”

Jiang Xian was very insistent, and Wang Haowei had no choice. At this moment, she was the second most important screenwriter in the crew. The issue of sportswear would be dealt with later, and some shots that did not require a coat could be shot first.

Zhu Lin took off her coat, revealing the chiffon turtleneck sweater underneath. It was simple and elegant, and her feminine gentleness and intelligence were instantly revealed.

Wang Haowei calmed down his temper a little.

"Come on, get ready."

"3, 2, 1, start!"

Zhu Lin failed to get into the mood right away, and her first few moves were obviously a bit out of place.

"stop!"

Wang Haowei called out, and Zhu Lin apologized, "Director, I was a little nervous just now."

“It’s not a matter of being nervous.”

Wang Haowei explained: "Your feeling is wrong. By chance, I live in Ma Sanbei's house. This is the room of Ai Jinghua's sweetheart. I can't act so calm."

Zhu Lin quickly grabbed the script and pondered over it for a while.

But it didn't help much, as the next few shots still didn't meet the standards, and the staff got a little annoyed by the grinding.

"The wild way just won't work."

“Too little experience.”

"And he has to be a graduate of a professional school."

Zhu Lin was holding the script. This scene showed Ai Jinghua sitting at the table writing a letter to Ma Sanbei.

She took a deep breath, eased her tension a little, and prepared to perform.

"Come on, get ready."

"3, 2, 1, start!"

Wang Haowei was about to call a stop when Jiang Xian stopped him again.

"?"

She looked at him in confusion, and Jiang Xian pointed at the camera.

Zhu Lin was seen sitting in front of a desk lamp, holding a pen and smiling, as if she was really writing a letter to her lover.

The eyes are bright and charming.

"it is good!"

When this scene was over, Wang Haowei couldn't help but praise her, "You are very good. It is difficult to find the state on the first day. It is not easy to get into the role. You have to figure out the role. You have acted very well in this scene. It looks like you are really writing a letter to your lover."

The few beeping sounds just now also disappeared.

I walked through it two more times and finally took a satisfactory shot of the letter writing scene.

When it was time to break, everyone went to the cafeteria to eat.

"How was my performance this morning?" Zhu Lin asked as she leaned over to Jiang Xian.

At this time, she didn't care what other people in the cafeteria were saying. As an actor, it was reasonable for her to talk to the screenwriter about the play.

"You want to hear the truth?"

"I came to you to cheer me up?"

"Then I really said it."

"You say it."

Of course Jiang Xian didn't mind telling her about it.

With the explosion of resources in later generations, he has seen so many movies, good and bad, with good actors and bad actors, in short, he has seen them all, so his artistic sense is still not bad.

"I think the shot of you writing the letter was OK. The other shots didn't fit into the character, but that shot was very natural."

"nature?"

"Yes, it feels like you are really doing it. It's not artificial at all. How do you do it?"

(End of this chapter)