Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

A city from the Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods.

Guo Jianyong watched the monitor, replaying Bai Lu's scenes.

Frowning.

Still not satisfied.

Bai Lu plays a minor role, but this is his first film as a director in mainland China. Even though it's just a minor role, he has to handle the details well.

Moreover, this is the final scene for Bai Lu, a special guest character.

We've filmed it more than ten times.

The emotions I want to express are always impossible to act out.

"Bai Lu, is it really that hard to portray that feeling of resentment yet helplessness? Come and see for yourself!" Guo Jianyong said fiercely in a very aggressive tone.

"Sorry director."

Come and see!

The script supervisor sat next to Guo Jianyong, head down tidying up the script supervisor's sheet. Occasionally, he would glance up at Bai Lu with sympathy in his eyes, but dared not say anything.

This is what it's like on a film set.

Everyone gets scolded at some point.

Bai Lu wasn't scolded before because Jiang Yang was there. Now that Jiang Yang isn't on set and Bai Lu can't perform up to the director's expectations, it's normal for her to be scolded.

Guo Jianyong gestured and spoke faster and faster, occasionally spitting onto the script: "Come here, come here, let me tell you, it's a 1.1 scene, don't joke with me, this is the eighth time! You're from Jiangyang, so let me tell you properly, if it were any other featured actor, I would have replaced them with a substitute. There are plenty of actors in Hengdian who want to get into our group but can't. Do you know how many people cherish this opportunity?"

"I know, director, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Bai Lu wiped her eyes, her eyes reddening, and tried hard to hold back her tears.

Her voice was soft and tearful, but she tried her best to remain calm.

Each time he said sorry, he would sniffle and try to hold back his sobs.

It's not Guo Jianyong's fault.

It's because she acted so badly.

Because Guo Jianyong didn't have this attitude the first few times he failed, he lost patience after a while.

I also overheard the staff whispering about her.

When pressure comes, it becomes even harder to express emotions.

"Why don't you go and ask Jiang Yang to come and teach you a lesson? I'm begging you, my dear Sister Lu."

"My boss is busy."

"You're really stubborn. I've noticed you're usually quite quick-witted, so why are you being so stubborn at this crucial moment? Go to that empty room and rest for a bit. I'll give you ten minutes. If you really can't handle it, we'll replace you with a substitute. You won't be shortchanged on your pay, but your scenes will be cut."

"Okay... okay."

Bai Lu pursed her lips, lowered her head slightly, and walked towards the empty room next door.

He was holding the script in his hand.

After walking a few steps, I heard Guo Jianyong say again: "I was just kidding. I had Chaoyue call Jiang Yang. Wait a bit, let's wait for Jiang Yang to come. To be honest, if it were anyone else, I would have cut your scenes. I'm not kidding you at all."

There is anxiety about the quality of the film.

Because this is his first major production directed in mainland China, he simply cannot afford to lose.

At the same time, they cherish talent.

Knowing that Bailu (White Dew) possesses a spiritual quality, I don't really want to replace her with a substitute.

What I fear most is delaying the progress.

He filmed more than a dozen takes, the whole crew was waiting, and all the pressure was on his shoulders.

So while he was harsh in words, he was actually afraid of really hurting Bai Lu and missing out on a good talent.

Done.

Guo Jianyong held the walkie-talkie and said a few words to the executive director.

The assistant director then shouted through a megaphone: "Everyone, you've worked hard. Take a break. Extras, take a break, don't go too far, we're ready to start filming anytime! We'll have lunch after this scene, it'll be quick, don't rush."

Bai Lu was about to tell Guo Jianyong not to call Jiang Yang over.

In the end, I didn't say it.

They've already given her a lot of face.

However, it's also noticeable that people's attitudes towards Jiang Yang change significantly depending on whether she's on set or not.

I really want to seize this opportunity and perform well.

This made Jiang Yang feel that nurturing him was worthwhile.

This also lets the crew know that she can act well even without Jiang Yang.

Ultimately, I still couldn't do it.

Too hasty.

Being too eager to succeed can actually make you look awkward.

Passing by the lighting crew, I saw the lighting technicians taking a break to adjust the lighting rigs.

They were talking about something.

As soon as she arrived, he immediately stopped talking.

Walking a little further away, I overheard the lighting technician and the electrician chatting quietly:

"This special appearance has been filmed so many times, the director is about to explode."

"I heard she was brought here by Teacher Jiang Yang, otherwise she would have been replaced long ago."

Bai Lu pretended not to hear.

Silently, he walked towards the empty house not far away.

The extras, who were serving as background figures, dispersed on the spot. Some sat on folding chairs eating, while others looked down at their phones.

Some went to secluded corners to smoke, cautiously watching to see if security guards from the filming area were coming.

Occasionally, someone would glance in Bailu's direction, whispering among themselves, their faces showing curiosity as they watched the spectacle unfold.

The executive director was still holding up a megaphone, emphasizing the break rules, muttering, "I told you, don't go too far, try to let us eat early."

His tone also conveyed his impatience at being delayed.

The empty room where Guo Jianyong let Bai Lu rest was a temporary storage room.

There were folding chairs and prop boxes piled up, and a dusty dressing mirror in the corner. The lighting was dim, with only a small window letting in a sliver of light. Bai Lu pushed open the door and entered the empty room next door.

Her back pressed against the door, and her tense shoulders instantly slumped.

Clutching her script, she slid to the ground, knees pressed against her chest, head buried in her arms, and finally, suppressed sobs escaped her lips.

"Why can't I act well..." she choked up and murmured to herself.

There was none of her usual smooth smile.

He pounded his thigh with his fingers, filled with anger towards himself.

The script slipped from his arms and scattered at his feet.

The symbols representing emotional fluctuations are marked on it with different colored pens.

Where to be envious, which lines to tremble with emotion, where to clench your fists... Her meticulous notes reveal her dedication.

The more I look at these things...

The greater the sense of frustration.

She pushed herself up and walked to the dressing mirror.

A thin layer of dust covered the mirror, and I could vaguely see my reddened eyes and pale face.

She raised her hand to wipe away her tears, took a deep breath, and tried to gather her emotions.

His brows furrowed, his lips turned down, and his eyes tried to convey resentment but only panic. He was about to speak when he suddenly shut his mouth and scratched his hair in frustration.

outside the house.

The executive director handed over a bottle of iced tea. Guo Jianyong took it, unscrewed the cap, and took a big gulp. His gaze was still drifting towards the empty room, and his brows were not completely relaxed.

"Director, do we really need to replace him? I've already made arrangements; the new actor can come anytime."

The assistant director lowered his voice, his tone tinged with concern: "We've already filmed this more than ten times. If we keep going like this, the lighting will change, and the extras will soon lose their patience."

Guo Jianyong shook his head and sighed, "Let's wait a little longer."

He looked at the executive director, his tone much gentler, no longer as agitated as before: "Bai Lu, that girl, auditioned in front of me before. She has talent, but she's too nervous. The more she rushes, the more mistakes she makes."

"But she was brought by Jiang Yang, and quite a few people are watching. What if it still doesn't work out..."

“Precisely because Jiang Yang brought them, we can’t just change them.” Guo Jianyong interrupted him, his eyes filled with dedication to the work: “I don’t just want to finish filming the scenes, I want quality, I want well-acted scenes. This is my first mainland film, and even if it’s a special guest appearance, the details can’t be compromised.”

Guo Jianyong paused.

Her tone softened a bit: "I was a little impatient just now, and my words were a bit harsh. Actually, I could tell from the way Bai Lu was clutching her script that she wasn't slacking off; she was just not in the zone. Young people are like that; it's normal to feel pressured when they encounter a situation like this for the first time. Weren't we like that back then? Right?"

The executive director nodded: "That's true. Seeing her wipe away tears just now was really heartbreaking."

"When Jiang Yang comes over, he can give us some pointers, and things should get better."

Guo Jianyong looked at the empty room, a hint of anticipation appearing on his lips.

It's clear that Bailu has done her best.

What kind of person can Jiang Yang mold Bai Lu into?

I really want to see it.

He continued, "I always felt that since she could deliver such a performance, I should give her another chance, and also give myself a chance. Let's not let a good film be ruined by the details. If this film is released and does well, it can become a historical work for all of us, and our future careers can develop even better."

The words had barely left his mouth when the production assistant's voice came through the walkie-talkie: "Teacher Jiang Yang has arrived on set!"

So fast?
Didn't Jiang Yang book the Marriott Hotel with the crew of "Fighter of the Destiny"?

This filming location is not within the film studio.

Even if you speed all the way here, running red lights, it would still take half an hour.

Crazy?
Jiang Yang really values ​​this little assistant.

Guo Jianyong immediately stood up straight, screwed the bottle cap back on, and his face returned to the seriousness of a director. He said into the walkie-talkie, "Have Jiang Yang go directly to the storage room to find Bai Lu. Everyone, get ready to start filming!"

A voice came through the walkie-talkie again: "Director, it doesn't seem to be Teacher Jiang Yang. It's an actress. She said she came from the set of 'Fighter of the Destiny' next door. Her makeup and styling are from 'Fighter of the Destiny.' I thought it was Jiang Yang."

"Who?"

Guo Jianyong frowned and asked a question.

A burst of static came through the walkie-talkie.

Then came a clear but slightly timid female voice: "Director, I am an artist from Jiangyang Company. I just heard from Chaoyue that my boss lives too far away and can't come over in a short time. How about I give it a try first? If I can help Bailu get into character, everyone's filming efficiency will be higher."

"Okay, okay, you give it a try. Who are you?"

"Director, my name is Liu Haochun."

Guo Jianyong was stunned for a moment, then glanced at the executive director next to him, who also looked bewildered.

"Haochun, right? Okay, okay, come in first. You give it a try. Anyway, Chaoyue taught Bailu how to act before, and Chaoyue was helpless. Let's see if you can do it."

Put down the walkie-talkie.

Guo Jianyong searched for information about Liu Haochun.

Slightly taken aback: "He's not a veteran actor, he's a newcomer."

The results were quite good.

I ranked second in the art college entrance exams at Beijing Dance Academy this year.

Then, at the press conference for the start of filming of "Fighter of the Destiny", Tian Xiwei and I were the backup dancers for Yang Chaoyue's song "Calories".

The dance studio is very well-constructed.

But it has nothing to do with acting skills.

Can it work?
Never mind, let's give it a try.

He opened Jiang Yang's WeChat and sent him a message: "[Have you arrived yet?]"
After thinking for a moment, I sent a voice message: ["Chaoyue told you, right? It's on set, you know how it is. He was a little harsh with Bailu. You should understand."]
Jiang Yang replied: [“I don’t care what you say, I’ve called the police. You can direct movies in prison from now on.”]
Guo Jianyong stared in disbelief.

I was deeply shocked.

"Director, what did Jiang Yang say?" the assistant director asked as he returned from putting down the megaphone.

While speaking, he peeked out.

Guo Jianyong immediately locked the screen and raised his voice: "Jiang Yang definitely won't blame me. You know what kind of relationship I have with Jiang Yang. He came to our group to train the other actors' acting skills, and we didn't even pay him. We're very close, hahaha."

Call the executive director away.

He messaged Jiang Yang: ["Stop messing around, Jiang Yang, I'm not kidding, I'm serious."]
"I just got up. It'll take me at least an hour to get here. I sent Haochun over; he should be here by now."
Liu Haochun was arranged by Jiang Yang.

I received a message from Jiang Yang.

Guo Jianyong looked back.

Seeing the well-decorated street at the end, Yang Chaoyue led Liu Haochun over.

Liu Haochun hadn't had time to change out of her costume yet.

After receiving Jiang Yang's call, I quickly finished filming her scenes and rushed over, even though the two film sets weren't far apart.

It was kind of a set visit.

He was wearing the costume of the little black dragon from the TV series "Fighter of the Destiny".

The black satin fabric was embroidered with silver patterns.

The collar and cuffs are sewn with stiff edging.

A wide black belt was tied around his waist.

A small bronze dragon-shaped pendant hangs on it, and they gently bump against each other when walking.

She had worn the costume for more than half a month, and the edges were already a bit worn, but she kept it clean and tidy. Not even a single silver thread on the dragon scales was out of place. The costume team liked actresses like her the most.

Liu Haochun looked ahead.

Antique-style shops line both sides of the bluestone path, with faded wine flags and lanterns hanging on them.

The extras are taking a break.

Dao Ge is adjusting the ceramic pots by the roadside.

Actually, I should call him the prop master. After spending a long time on set, I hear people always calling the prop master "Brother Dao," so I subconsciously start calling him that too.

She walked very slowly.

This is the first time I've received a task like this from Jiang Yang.

Even though she had only just started acting, Jiang Yang encouraged her to teach Hao Chun.

Am I really as amazing as Jiang Yang claims?

She wanted to impress Jiang Yang, but at the same time she was afraid of messing things up.

"Haochun, hurry up, what are you chickening out for? I'm here."

Yang Chaoyue, dressed in her costume, held up her skirt with one hand to avoid tripping, and naturally took Liu Haochun's arm with the other: "Brother Yang, are you really going to do this?"

"Yes, I just received a call from Brother Yang."

Liu Haochun glanced at the director's monitor.

The black monitor screen was still lit, displaying a replay of Bai Lu's scenes.

Several curled-edge scripts were piled up next to Guo Jianyong's director's chair, and the clapperboard leaned against the side of the chair.

She spent many days on the set of "Fighter of the Destiny" and occasionally passed by the set of "God of War Zhao Yun".

Sometimes, two film crews even rent different locations within the same film set for their shooting.

Even the folding chairs used by the stagehands were the same model.

Despite being familiar with the people, she still couldn't help feeling nervous when facing unfamiliar directors and staff on her own.

My palms were sweaty.

Especially in private, Meng Ziyi complained that this director Guo Jianyong usually seemed kind, but when he started directing, he would scold anyone who didn't act well.

The tone was very harsh.

"Chaoyue, do you think I can really do it?" Liu Haochun stared at the cracks in the bluestone slabs beneath his feet, not daring to look at the gazes coming from afar.

"You can do it! If Brother Yang says you can do it, then you definitely can!"

Yang Chaoyue slowed his pace and pointed to an empty room not far away, filled with prop boxes, with a peeling wooden ladder leaning against the door: "Bai Lu is inside."
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