Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

The extras who had previously received night shoot notices and were reminded by Bai Lu to pick up their lunch boxes had already finished dinner and gone through the scenes several times in the market.

Some of them played the roles of ordinary people strolling through the streets.

Some of them acted as street vendors, hawking their wares.

Because the shot was of a distant view, it was not feasible to use large-scale lighting. The space lights suspended by a crane and the few lights in the streets and alleys made the resulting shot appear overexposed.

So they arranged for the stage crew to spray smoke.

At the same time, the props team distributed torches to the actors playing the patrolling guards.

By increasing the light source of the torch and diluting the light with smoke, the resulting photos are less overexposed, thus enhancing their aesthetic appeal.

Inside Gulnazar's RV, the walkie-talkie on the table was always on; it was brought by Jiang Yang.

Every now and then, the sounds of Zhong Shujia, sitting in front of the monitor in the filming area on the other side of the street, staring at the large monitor, would echo, repeatedly issuing orders to the heads of various departments:

"The lighting here is not good. It's not that it's not bright, it's that the angle is wrong. Adjust it. The lighting in this scene is so bad that someone is going to die. Akiyama-kun is going to die in Seo Yoo-jung's arms. We need to create the right atmosphere. Move the telephoto lens and lower the exposure. Lighting crew, try adding soft lighting."

"Let's reshoot this scene, and make the actors' expressions more natural."

"What's wrong with that horse? Shut down all machines! Be careful!"

"That take is good. Next, we'll shoot a close-up of the guard commander. The director of photography, please adjust the camera position and add lighting as needed."

……

An hour passed, and Zhong Shujia's voice could be heard on the walkie-talkie from time to time.

Jiang Yang was annoyed by what he heard.

Old Zhong is such a mood killer; I really want to switch his walkie-talkie from channel one to channels two, three, four, or five.

Or, if you just want some peace and quiet, you can simply turn it off.

It's a pity it can't be shut down.

I had done it once before, and I was so tired that I found a quiet corner and fell asleep immediately.

Unable to contact him directly, Zhong Shujia, sitting on the monitor, snatched the megaphone from the executive director, found his sleeping spot, and yelled at him:
"Jiang Yang! Are you fucking sleeping again? And you turned off the walkie-talkie. Turn it on and switch it to channel one! If you were my kid, I would have slapped you long ago. You've been talking for so long and you haven't responded. I'm going to get sick from talking to you."

One shout and I was instantly wide awake.

My head is buzzing.

The actors on set were all laughing uncontrollably.

now.

Over the walkie-talkie, Zhong Shujia mentioned Jiang Yang's name: "Jiang Yang, are you and Nazha all done? The actors here have finished their rehearsals, you two need to come and go through them once more."

Jiang Yang had just come out of the bathroom of Nazha's RV.

It's clean now.

He looked back.

Gulnazar couldn't speak, so she silently vomited in the bathroom.

There was a gold hairpin with a phoenix pattern on the hair pad in the makeup area. When Nazha was wearing the hairpin, it kept wobbling, so Nazha took it off and stuck it in there.

Next to it are samples of the skincare products that Nazha recently signed an endorsement deal with, Kans.

The costume I took off was carelessly tossed on the sofa; I'll have to put it back on later.

While brushing my teeth and moisturizing my mouth.

I didn't eat it this time because it would stick in my throat and make it inconvenient to deliver my lines on set later.

After she finished, Gulnazar took a throat lozenge from the medicine box and put it in her mouth.

Jiang Yang said into the walkie-talkie, "We're almost done. We just finished with Nazha, and she's in a good mood now. Her makeup is also touched up."

"Okay, okay, thank you for your hard work. When can you come over?"

"I'll change my clothes now and come here."

Jiang Yang picked up the walkie-talkie and finished speaking.

Hearing a knock on the RV door: "Boss, I've brought your costume."

It’s Bai Lu’s voice.

This girl is incredibly clever; she learns things quickly on set, and not just on set.

If Xiaojing hadn't been there to stop us at the door...

It's estimated that Bailu will knock on the door every fifteen minutes.

"Jiang Yang, don't open the door. I'm not dressed. Um, could you help me button up the back?"

Gulnazar turned to face Jiang Yang, her bra strap dangling loosely from her shoulder.

He stood in the center of the RV with his back to Jiang Yang.

She crossed her arms over her chest, her slender shoulder blades rising and falling slightly with her breath: "Hurry up, everyone is waiting for us."

Her ear tips were red, and her voice was a few decibels lower than usual.

Jiang Yang reached out and touched the row of delicate metal buckles, his knuckles brushing against the skin of her lower back.

It felt like touching a freshly peeled lychee, cool and smooth.

He noticed a small red mole on Gulnazar's spine, standing out starkly against her porcelain-white skin. "Are you done, Jiang Yang?"

"All right."

As soon as the last buckle was fastened, Nazha turned around, her hair brushing against his chin. She tilted her head back and kissed Jiang Yang: "I never thought that our first scene together would be you dying in my arms. But these past few days, it's been me who almost got stabbed to death by you every time."

After helping Nazha change her clothes, Jiang Yang opened the door.

"Boss..." Bai Lu supported herself with both hands on the costume hanging on Jiang Yang's clothes rack. When she saw Jiang Yang holding a walkie-talkie, she knew that Jiang Yang was talking about serious business with Zhong Shujia.

Suppress what you want to say.

He handed the clothes to Jiang Yang.

Jiang Yang then held the walkie-talkie and said, "Director, why don't you just keep this walkie-talkie for now? I'm just the acting director; I can't control how you film it."

“Why can’t you control it?” Zhong Shujia’s voice rang out.

Bai Lu turned her head to the side, listening carefully to the walkie-talkie.

Zhong Shujia's voice came from channel one of the walkie-talkies, which is the main command channel.

Having spent so many days on set, I've done my homework on this kind of common knowledge.

The staff in the group basically each had a walkie-talkie.

But even when the director isn't speaking, everyone's walkie-talkie will ring, subtly indicating a hierarchy within the group.

Jiang Yang was now holding a walkie-talkie, which belonged to Channel 1 of the "Fighter of the Destiny" team.

Typically, only the director, executive director, production manager, director of photography, director of lighting, and art director can hear it on channel one.

These people belong to the decision-making team on set for this film.

People in other departments have to receive information through their department heads, such as directors of photography or lighting, who act as intermediaries between the department heads and the department heads.

That is, Channel 2, Channel 3, and Channel 4.

The director will not directly give orders to the lighting assistant, camera assistant, or actor assistant.

Otherwise, the walkie-talkie would be as noisy as a market, making communication very inefficient.

Jiang Yang was clearly not used to using walkie-talkies. Every time he contacted her, he would either call her, have a WeChat voice call, or send a message.

So much so that the walkie-talkie channel that Bai Lu had been using to contact Jiang Yang never rang.

Zhong Shujia continued, "You're the performance director, the head of this department, so your walkie-talkie should always be on the same frequency."

"But I'm the only one in my department."

"Isn't a person a person?"

Zhong Shujia understood Jiang Yang's meaning: "Hey, are you annoyed by me?"

Bai Lu saw Jiang Yang take off his coat, beckon to her, and gesture for her to come in.

She braced herself against the door frame with her palms and lifted her leg to squeeze inside.

Seeing Gulnazar putting her hair in the bathroom, I smiled at her.

After closing the RV door, Bai Lu peeked out to take a look.

A crooked charging cable was wrapped around the sofa armrest, with a dead fascia gun attached to the end.

A crumpled wad of wet wipes sat on the top shelf of the trash can, its pale red color faintly visible through.

Is it lipstick that got smeared with flowers, or something else?
You can't tell from the White Dew.

There was a notice under the iPad on the table.

The walkie-talkie is charging; the red light is on.

What caught Bai Lu's eye several times was the sofa.

The marks are even more pronounced in that dented area!
She pretended to adjust her clothes, lingering her fingers on the creases of the sofa for a few seconds to check the temperature.

It is warm.

I know what I'm doing.

These two are really going wild.

Bai Lu sniffed hard, but still couldn't smell the rubber products. Instead, she smelled a strange odor in the air.

It has an indescribable flavor.

Like the scent of grass in the early morning, slightly astringent.

I roughly understand what's going on.

She placed the clothes on the table, carefully separating the undergarment, long robe, outer robe, belt, headdress, and trousers, one by one, and then helped Jiang Yang put them on.

I noticed that Gulnazar wasn't looking this way.

She whispered, "Boss, can I ask you something to satisfy my curiosity?"

"explain."

"Is Nazha more comfortable, or Ruonan?"
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