Didn't you say that we would lose money after filming?

Chapter 75: Isn’t it too much for a retired old man to make a movie?

However, there were many people around, and no one knew him, so some villagers only paid attention to him for a while and lost interest in this strange old man.

There are so many villages around, and it’s hard to tell which village the old man is from.

How can it be as interesting to watch an old man as to watch celebrities making movies?

But then, as time passed, the crew repeated the shooting several times, and it was time for dinner, so many villagers had seen enough.

"What? It's meaningless. They keep filming the same thing. I think it's just bluffing. I've seen enough of the big stars. Let's go."

"Let's go back and eat. I'll come back tomorrow."

"It's afternoon, go back and cook."

There were fewer and fewer people, and soon, almost all the villagers had left, leaving only the old man and a group of young people.

At this time, the crew was repeating the shooting, and this seemed to be the eighth time.

He shook his head: "That's not how you fire a gun. Young people are messing around. I'm going in! You stay outside."

After saying that, he walked directly into the crew alone.

No one paid attention to the old man at first.

Xia Yuan was also sitting in the corner, feeling distressed.

After eight NGs, all the villagers who were watching took pictures of him. He was almost mentally broken, and he just couldn't find the feeling he should have.

Not to mention the feeling, even shooting seems awkward no matter how you look at it!

He was puzzled. He was clearly using the standard shooting posture, so why did the photo look so unimpressive?

Maybe it’s because of the influence of the aura, I can’t find those temperaments and feelings.

He was afraid that he would drag down the entire movie, and since he couldn't finish filming, his mentality became more and more frustrated, and the last few takes were not even as good as the first few.

Out of desperation, he has just announced that he will take a break today and plans to continue filming tomorrow.

But no one blamed him. Instead, everyone came to encourage him, which touched Xia Yuan.

But this also made him feel more urgent.

Just when his mentality was on the verge of collapse, a voice sounded beside him.

"Young man, can I sit here? I see the seat next to you is empty."

"Forehead?"

Xia Yuan was stunned and looked up.

An old man was looking at him with a smile. The old man looked extremely kind, but he had an upright figure and a unique temperament.

Where did this old man come from?
This was Xia Yuan’s first reaction.

Nearby villagers?
This was Xia Yuan’s second reaction.

Why does he look familiar?

This was Xia Yuan’s third reaction.

However, if a villager came in and wanted to sit down, he would not object.

This is a film crew, not some place where you can't go. Besides, he's old, do we still need to worry about him leaking secrets?

He has never had any burden, otherwise he would have surrounded the crew and stopped them from watching.

"Please sit down." Xia Yuan nodded with a wry smile.

"What are you worried about, young man? Is the filming not going well?" The old man sat down happily and looked at him and asked, "Didn't you find the feeling?"

This really confused Xia Yuan, and he looked at the old man.

This old man looks older than his grandfather, and now he can understand his troubles? He also understands movies? This is absolutely right.

"Do you know about movies?" Xia Yuan asked, becoming interested.

"Hahahaha, I'm a retired old man. I know nothing. I don't understand." The old man laughed and waved his hands.

But at this moment, he changed the subject: "But my granddaughter understands. She studies film. She came to see me during the Chinese New Year. I definitely don't have much to talk about with young people. We definitely talk about study and career. Over time, I understand a little bit. In addition, I have several younger generations who are also in the film industry."

"Oh~" Xia Yuan nodded, suddenly realizing.

No wonder.

"But you can tell what I'm annoyed about at a glance, which is quite impressive." Xia Yuan said.

"In fact, you just can't get over it in your heart." The old man said, "But I know that the filmmakers who graduated from your school are very good at acting. They have all kinds of techniques and acting skills. They can even act dead people."

"Oh? Why do you say that? Isn't it said that dead people are easier to act? It's all over once you lie down." Xia Yuan became interested and asked with a smile.

For some reason, he always felt particularly at ease in front of this old man. After a few words, the nervousness he had just felt disappeared instantly.

"Oh, everyone says that it's easy to play a dead person, but in fact, dead people are the most difficult to play. My granddaughter told me that what they learned can be used to play pupil dilation vividly, but that's something that only real dead people would have. So, if you really want to play anything, you should be able to do it, but you can't act it now, maybe it's because of your mentality."

"You have a good eye." Xia Yuan admired.

"Ha! More than that!" The old man suddenly felt a sense of pride that was visible to the naked eye, and stood up: "I saw more than that, for example, your shooting posture was wrong just now!"

"What's wrong? I'm using the standard shooting posture, and I've been taught by someone." Xia Yuan asked.

"Bullshit. Back then, there was a hammer standard for shooting. You would just aim and shoot, using all your might!" "But can it be really accurate that way?" Xia Yuan wondered.

"Accidentally?" The old man glanced at him calmly and said, "Several people in my family were killed by the enemy. You are so accurate in your aim."

As the old man was talking, he picked up the prop gun next to him and weighed it twice: "What a thing, I miss it so much, it's just that the weight is wrong, it's too light."

"Come, let's see!"

In an instant, the old man raised his gun and Xia Yuan's expression changed.

First I was stunned, then I was shocked.

Bang!
Kaka!

Bang!
Kaka!

Bang!
Kaka!

Seven shots in a row, one shot and one pull of the bolt.

Seven gunshots were heard, and the old man folded his hands and held the gun: "Let the bullets fly, kee--tui!"

Xia Yuan was shocked.

This, this this this this!!
In front of him was the old man holding a gun. The barrel of the gun was still smoking, but his eyes had completely changed.

A strong deterrent force emanated from the plain-looking old man, like a tiger descending from the mountain.

Add to that line, isn't this exactly the feeling Xia Yuan wants to find but can't find?
And there is no trace of performance on his body.

"It's all now, just follow me and read it quickly! Let the bullets fly!" The old man said with full energy.

"Let the bullets fly!" Xia Yuan immediately followed, as if it was a conditioned reflex.

"You don't have enough energy! You seem to be cowardly. Come on!"

"Let the bullets fly!"

"Keep your head high and try again!"

"Let the bullets fly for a while." Xia Yuan repeated.

"Good, it's all the same. What was it like before? It was not decent." The old man nodded with satisfaction.

"Remember, young man, the gun is fired just like before."

Put down the gun, old man!

Xia Yuan was shocked

Really, just now he suddenly felt that the lines he shouted out had changed.

It seemed like this was the feeling he had always been lacking.

No movie actor could give him this feeling, and no technique could help him find it.

He found an old man who looked plain-looking?
Is this really a retired old man?
"Grandpa, have you ever been a soldier?" Xia Yuan asked doubtfully.

"I've been one for a few years." The old man said cheerfully, "In the early years, the world was not good, and there were some wars, but they were all minor matters, not worth mentioning."

Xia Yuan suddenly realized, no wonder.

"Can I know your story? Can you teach me how to act? I can pay you."

At this moment, Xia Yuan's eyes lit up.

It's funny to say that he, a professional director, actually asked an old villager for advice on how to act. It's simply magical realism.

But what is he lacking now? Isn't it the aura of the former pioneer?
He didn't understand them at all, and there was no way he could understand them.

Isn’t this one we have encountered now?
It seems that he is an old man from a nearby village who has experienced those things and is still alive.

He is also the person he considers most respectable.

"I can teach you, but!" The old man just looked at him happily and said, "Tell me first, what are you acting?"

"Bandits." Xia Yuan thought for a moment and answered.

"Oh? Really a bandit?" The old man stared at him closely and continued to ask.

At this moment, Xia Yuan didn't dare to look at him anymore and turned his eyes away.

"Really." Xia Yuan was not very confident.

"is it?"

"Yes!"

"I'll ask you one last time. If you tell me you're satisfied, I'll teach you how to act. If you don't tell the truth, I won't teach you. I'm asking you, are you a gangster?!"

"No!" Xia Yuan finally couldn't bear it anymore and shook his head.

"What the hell is that?" The old man stared at Xia Yuan and shouted
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This time Xia Yuan didn't say anything, just looked at the old man.

The old man suddenly laughed: "Hahahaha, that's right, you are a protester, it's a good thing you want to act, young man, since you dare to shoot it, it proves that you are an upright person, I like it!
I can teach you today. Anyway, I have nothing to do, and there is something fun to do. I have never made a movie at my age. Seriously, young man, I will teach you. Can you find me a role in the crew? It doesn’t have to be a big one, just one shot is fine. I am a retired old man, and I also want to show my face and make a movie to satisfy my craving. Is that too much?"

(End of this chapter)