1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 206 Finishing

"New sequence?"

Jiang Xian stopped where he was and pondered for a while, and felt that it should be similar to the novel he was thinking of.

Synthesis is not difficult.

He already has the inspiration for [Sending Cocoon Workers], and he just needs to collect the inspiration for [Blood].

I went to the set of "Traffic" thinking about synthesis all the way.

Chen Peisi circled around Zhu Lin twice, picking at his fingernails, with a lewd smile on his face: "Those cars in your Ma Office are borrowed, right?"

In addition to him, Ge You, Chen Qiang and Chen Yude were also standing in the yard. The three of them also blocked Zhu Lin with bad intentions, with sly grins on their faces and sarcastic remarks.

Zhu Lin glanced at them with contempt and snorted, "Humph, you are really stupid. Go to the commune and see that the Beijing 103 car has arrived!"

The sly-looking old man Ge You said, "Hey, just keep bragging."

The "Four Heavenly Kings" were arguing with Zhu Lin, while Ge You and Chen Peisi were mocking Zhu Lin with a scoundrel look on their faces. Anyone who saw them would want to punch these two grandsons twice.

You say something, I say something, the two of you are in a good mood, completely rogue.

While they were performing, they suddenly all became listless.

"Card!"

Wang Haowei frowned and immediately became angry.

The night shooting task is heavy and this one is almost over. Why do these two brats suddenly lose interest?

"Ge You, Chen Peisi, what's wrong with you two? Are you arguing with Zhu Lin, or are you begging her?!"

"Ouch." Ge You slapped his thigh and pointed at Jiang Xian innocently, "Director Wang, Comrade Zhu Lin's lover is here, who dares to scold her?"

Jiang Xianle, who had just arrived at the set, was very happy. "You blamed the pillow when you couldn't sleep, and the gravity when you couldn't poop. Just focus on filming. How can I settle accounts with you?"

As soon as he said this, the actors, cameramen and stagehands all laughed.

The atmosphere of the originally tense scene was completely ruined.

Wang Haowei's blood pressure suddenly soared, and he wanted to give this kid a flying kick.

It's just getting dark now, and today's filming has just begun.

There is a term in movie making called "endless waiting".

The crew had been waiting for a whole day. What were they waiting for? They were waiting for the dark, because the last few scenes to be shot in the past few days were all night scenes and had to be shot in the dark.

Although night scenes can be shot during the day and at night, that requires green screen technology and colorist skills, which is quite difficult. The current film production level is not up to that level, so the only option is the dumbest method, which is to shoot at night.

Don't think that the production cost is low, on the contrary it is higher. Lighting is a big problem. "Titanic" was shot on a large ship on the sea at night. The ship was brightly lit, and there were more lights outside the ship than inside the ship. It is rumored that the lighting cost was 1500 million US dollars.

The next scene was another rivalry between Zhu Lin and Chen Qiang. After shooting several takes, Zhu Lin couldn't find the feeling of being wronged.

If we keep shooting like this, it will almost be dawn.

Everyone in the crew kept yawning, and Zhu Lin was also very sleepy.

Wang Haowei called a stop and asked her to take a break and adjust.

Zhu Lin was worried and went to Jiang Xian. Now that their relationship was clear, they were not afraid of being seen by others.

"You go back first. It will probably be daytime when I finish shooting today, so I won't go home." Zhu Lin said.

She was shooting night scenes these days, and after finishing they she stayed in a guesthouse and wasn't at home.

Jiang Xian took out a thermos cup from his bag and handed it to her. "It's only the first day of our marriage, what's the point of me staying alone in an empty room? You're filming outside, so I have to come over to look after my wife."

Zhu Lin felt warm in her heart, her brows lit up with joy, she took a few sips of water, and hurriedly picked up the script, "Okay, I won't talk to you anymore, I have to read the script for a while, I can't shoot all the shots until tomorrow night."

She was watching when she suddenly heard Jiang Xian's words.

"What's the matter, are you annoyed by me?"

Zhu Lin raised her head and looked at him. "I"

"Okay, okay, I know. I won't have to make this trip again."

Before she could explain, Jiang Xian showed an impatient look, put away the water cup and put it into his bag.

He pretended to leave, and Zhu Lin was startled. She quickly grabbed his arm and opened her mouth in silence.

"Let go."

Jiang Xian had a cold expression on his face, as if he was really angry. "You can take pictures. I'm going home to sleep. It's up to you whether you want to come back or not."

Zhu Lin had never seen him like this before. Her eyes turned red, and even the tip of her nose was red. "What's wrong with you?"

"You think I'm annoying, don't you? I won't get in your way."

Zhu Lin panicked, her almond-shaped eyes were filled with mist as she stared at him intently, "Are you dissatisfied with me for not going home? I won't shoot anymore. I'll go back with you."

Jiang Xian saw that the effect was almost there, and his cold face melted immediately.

"Okay, just keep this feeling. When you stand in front of Mr. Chen Qiang like this later, you will definitely pass this test."

Zhu Lin was stunned and looked at him while wiping the corner of her eyes.

"What do you mean?"

"How do you feel about what I just said?" "You are so hurtful."

"anything else?"

"I am so miserable."

Jiang Xian squeezed her hand and said, "Are you feeling wronged?"

Zhu Lin's nose twitched, "Of course I feel wronged."

"Besides grievances, what else?"

Zhu Lin thought for a moment and said, "I don't think you understand me."

“That’s called the Method School.”

Performance is divided into experiential school, expressionist school, and method school, which is what people often talk about in later generations.

Simply put, the method school is about actors using their own experiences to inspire their performances and utilizing emotional memory.

For example, when acting out the scene of "hearing the sad news of the death of a 90-year-old wealthy woman's wife", the actor himself has never experienced such a thing and would not have the opportunity to experience it, but may have experienced other happy things. When he thinks of these things while acting, he immediately laughs out loud. This is called method school.

Wang Qianyuan is a staunch believer in the Method School. He has accumulated so much experience and can use this method with ease. He has a nickname called "Wang Yichang" because he can pass a film in just one take.

Of course, Zhu Lin could only use the most superficial method for the time being, and she had to go on the spot with this aggrieved state.

"There is no other solution. If you shoot one less night, you will suffer one less day. You look so haggard." Jiang Xian pinched his majesty's face.

Zhu Lin pursed her lips, her heart was full of ups and downs. How sad she was just now, how moved she was now.

Of course, I was also very surprised by Jiang Xian’s novel theory.

But it didn't stop her from glaring at him angrily, "When I finish filming and go home, we'll sleep in separate rooms."

Jiang Xian was helpless, "Aren't you the farmer and the snake?"

Zhu Lin got angry and squinted at him, "You said I was a snake?"

Jiang Xian was speechless after being sharply criticized by His Majesty, and she smiled.

"Okay, I'll remember this feeling."

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Jiang Xian was completely helpless now. His wife was really powerful.

Wang Haowei shouted to start the camera, and Zhu Lin hurried over.

Liu Xiaoqing retracted his ears and eavesdropped for a long time, feeling very sad.

Damn, Jiang Xian supports Zhu Lin’s filming so much.

Her husband no longer supports her acting. Now when he sees her acting, he wants to lock her up at home and not let her go out.

"Come on, walk through it again."

"3, 2, 1, start."

Zhu Lin walked up to Chen Qiang with a helpless and reluctant look on her face, "Uncle, you are drunk."

"Are you drunk?" Chen Qiang laughed and snorted coldly, "I'm drunk. I tell you, you can't live in this west wing!"

At this time, everyone looked at Zhu Lin.

Her mood changed, her eyes turned red, even the tip of her nose turned red, and she looked aggrieved, "Uncle! I'm telling you, I'm staying in the west wing!"

Chen Qiang picked up the whip and angrily swung it in front of Zhu Lin, "This is my son's new house, he's going home while he's talking!"

"You still hold the whip?"

Zhu Lin's almond eyes flashed with grievance, "Don't you even look at who I am? Do you dare to hit me again?"

"it is good!"

Wang Haowei was very satisfied. Zhu Lin's expression of grievance was so vivid, as if she had just had a quarrel with her husband.

"pass!"

"have a rest."

Tonight's night show ended. Zhu Lin wiped her tears, said hello to teacher Chen Qiang, and turned to find Jiang Xian who was pushing the cart.

She sat down neatly in the back seat, her slender fingers grasping the corner of his clothes.

"walk home."

In the following days, a few more shots were added, and "Traffic" completed the shooting of all the shots for the entire film.

After the performance, the actors did not leave in a hurry. They stayed there and waited for a while. The stagehands and cameramen also looked towards Wang Haowei.

Wang Haowei took a deep breath and wiped the corners of his eyes.

She slowly glanced around the set, lovely comrades, respectable comrades, hateful comrades
The filming process of nearly a year flashed through her mind scene by scene, and her vision blurred unconsciously. After finishing this film, she would probably have to rest for a long time before considering taking on a new film.

"I declare that the filming of 'Traffic' has been completed!"

(End of this chapter)