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Chapter 358 Director Chen: Han Qiao, you can't be my son, right

“action!”

In front of the monitor.

Zhang Yimou's waist and back were straightened and his face was serious.

If he had the intention of taking Han Qiao in school before, then now, there is only a strong sense of curiosity left.

Han Qiao's directorial style is so outstanding.

even.

There is no such thing as him in the entire director circle.

Other directors paint on white paper, while Han Qiao paints the colors on the painting.

Simply put.

The drum sounds dull.

"I just said I'm wasting time. You don't believe it yet, now you believe it."

The little girl beats the drum.

"Damn..." Zhang Yimou swears, and he couldn't calm down: "Tell me, how did you do it!"

"The drummer in charge said that the drum sound must be clean and neat, and the force of the knocking must be consistent."

Without hesitation, Han Qiao said: "1."

"Brother Han, tizzy is ready."

Just like him looking in the mirror, the most important thing is that there are many shooting angles, and he just has vague ideas.

Han Qiao's fingers shook.

"Are you my son?" Zhang Yimou said in a slight manner.

1. The drummer and the moon master beat the drum, indicating that the water sleeve beat the drum is completed.

It's like thunder rolling past.

Everyone was paralyzed on the ground, as if they were dehydrated, soft and soft.

Not to mention Han Qiao's other things, the crew's control ability is absolutely first-class.

wrong.

"It's OK."

"Brother Zhang."

"Click."

The final movie effect is probably like this, and the most important thing is Han Qiao's rhythm, lens language, and even color use.

What teased was his heartstrings.

"good."

He looked at Zhang Yimou with his eyes.

This drum must continue!

Disagree, have opinions, are unhappy...

He said "1" coldly and rhythmically.

Why didn't I take it?

With Han Qiao's order, the entire crew was driven like gears.

The whole person is like a machine.

His crew benefits are particularly good, with afternoon tea and snacks from time to time.

Han Qiao is simply a devil, and she is even more cruel than Zhang Yimou's filming!

Han Qiao murmured in his heart: "Old Taozi has a good aesthetic taste, why did he find Liu Haocun?"

Han Qiao quit: "Brother Zhang, this is your wrong, I admit it."

One after another, “1”.

The effect, not to mention 100% replica, is at least 96%.

The most important thing is.

This stronghold is likely to be exposed. At that time, the government will encircle and kill everyone.

He had no expression on his face, and could hardly see joy, anger, sorrow and happiness. He stood under everyone's noses and repeated "1" coldly.

This is the director's aura.

Just like Captain Liu's heart.

As the drum sounded, her toes lit up on the ground, her body was as light as a swallow, her slender legs were tight, her white gauze skirt was like lotus leaves, and her straight rhizome was exposed to her sight.

"Continue."

In the Mudan House.

Han Qiao was very modest: "Brother Wang, you have very stable hands and you will have the opportunity to cooperate more in the future."

He had a expressionless face, and his whole body was like a great devil, and his usual frivolity almost completely disappeared.

The technology I am proud of is useless, so I carry the camera and run around bitterly.

The movie leaked, and Han Qiao couldn't be sitting here.

The flames have red lips, clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, both cold and distant and charming fox charm.

Especially in a classical outfit.

"Brother Han is so polite."

“Start again.”

The sound of drums hit the heart, and the black clouds were pressing against the city and were about to destroy it.

His heart is colder than a flying knife. He has been undercover for so many years and has been used to living alone. However, when he meets a beautiful young girl, his heart is softer than a water sleeve.

That's not like this.

"The rhythm is wrong." Han Qiao frowned.

Damn it.

It was really tiring to shoot.

The drum sounds.

Listen to sound and identify position.

If it's really a failure of the little girl.

2. The headmaster played by Liu Defa threw peanuts and hit the drum face.

"wrong."

This scene is really difficult, it can be said to be a big scene. Not only is there a secret confrontation between Zhang Ziyi and Liu Defa, but there are also a rhythmic cooperation between countless drummers and musicians.

When Han Qiao saw that Zhang Yimou was about to plunge into the monitor, his voice raised: "Brother Zhang, don't forget the art direction."

Han Qiaode was expressionless, like a lion sitting on a mountain, looking at his kingdom.

"Thank you, Brother Han."

The lights are lower, Han Qiao is NG, and the photography is slightly wrong, NG.

“1.”

"but."

The sound passed from the walkie-talkie, and then the drum sounded loudly.

Without this aura, let alone filming, do you think these people who travel around the world and are all good people?

The shorts were torn to pieces for you.

“1.”

This play.

It's simply unheard of!

The staff became more enthusiastic, and Brother Wang of the photography team held Han Qiao's hand: "Director Han, I have gained my knowledge today. I have been filming for so many years, but I have never seen a director grab a photography director job."

3. Zhang Zi's clothes and water sleeves beat the drum.

"Brother Zhang, how about it?" Han Qiao took a sip of mineral water, and his scorching throat felt a little more comfortable.

No one speaks.

In front of the monitor.

I went to see the staff again.

My hands can't shake for a few minutes.

The crew doesn't want you anymore.

No one can ignore this psychological oppression.

But.

Hanqiao does not need staff.

My movie leaked.

Just one second.

"The drum is broken, can this scene be filmed well?"

“1”

The sound of the drums was not straightforward enough, and some people even dragged the ending, without any solemn feeling.

“…………”

The drum sounds.

He had a clear and profound understanding of the final effect of this movie.

"No." Han Qiaodeong had no expression: "Continue."

It is to knock until the end of the world, to knock everyone into bones, and to knock everyone’s bodies into firewood.

"Not this talent."

The tired bird returns to the forest.

The staff was a little bored, and casually whispered: "What is Han Qiao doing?"

Han Qiao admitted: "I have watched Brother Zhang's movies thousands of times, and even asked the teacher to analyze Brother Zhang's shooting techniques."

It's very simple, leave.

"wrong."

Han Qiao shook her head.

……………………

I admit that I copied you, but as long as you have no evidence.

This is not to say that Han Qiao is better at filming than Zhang Yimou, but that Han Qiao has no feelings.

Han Qiao actually took it?

Could it be?

Too tired.

Half an hour!

He didn't move.

Too torment!

"good."

The scene was just filmed and it stopped.

atmosphere.

A trace of afterglow ripples in the sky.

Han Qiao thought of the ridiculous nights on the grassland again.

He was expressionless, cold and didn't talk nonsense. He had almost any problems. He pointed out immediately and did what he said.

……………………

………………………………………

Peony House.

The drum sound seemed to hit the heart, and almost every move caused the heart to beat.

Han Qiao's voice was cold, like a great devil, with almost no emotions: "The rhythm of the drum is wrong. According to my rhythm, I said 1 and then ringed."

“This money is too tiring.”

Brother Wang swore that he would never film with Han Qiao in the future.

……………………

It’s hard to get a beautiful woman!

The drum sounds fell again.

"If you don't shoot the show, you just beat the drums one after another."

Take advantage of the situation.

As long as he doesn't shout the end.

The dancer lay on the second floor, staring at her eyes, and her heart seemed to jump out of her chest.

Zhang Yimou buckled his hair and looked at Han Qiao with serious eyes: "Han Qiao, be honest, have you stole my script?"

have to.

The sun sets westward.

The drums were sounded.

But Captain Liu is an undercover agent at the Feidao Sect and is infatuated with the little girl.

"Okay." The voice is lazy: "If you knock, just knock, just take a break."

Why is this man stupid?

However, when I was a child, I had a flying knife, but now I have a water sleeve.

Back to the monitor: "action."

"I just admire Brother Zhang's talent. After all, Brother Zhang, you are the most powerful director in China." Han Qiaode was not popular, and his heart was not beating: "I don't study like you, who do I study like?"

Others are suffering.

"Poor drummer, I'm tortured over and over again."

especially.

Yang Tianzhen ran over panting and reported: "Extra meals, drinks, and snacks..."

At first, it almost didn't matter. With the sound of drums, Han Qiao even gave up the walkie-talkie and stood in the center of Mudanfang with a loudspeaker.

"You still want me to guide you, don't you know?" Zhang Yimou was impatient: "Let's go, I understand."

Everyone sat upright without realizing it, with a solemn expression and a look at the figure in the center.

They are all so familiar.

Lao Touzi looked serious, but his eyes were very deep, and he lay on the monitor, looking at him every second, for a while, for a while, Lao Touzi turned around and looked at Han Qiao, his face twitched, his eyes were full of suspicion, and his expression was confused.

The drum sound may have been wrong at the beginning, but it has been right for so long.

"Okay, go and see the staff." Zhang Yimou looked back at the monitor: "I want to see more of this drama, it's so perfect."

Others are not machines!

The filming continues.

Han Qiao declared his existence with the sound of drums, declaring that he is now the "king" of the crew.

Strictly speaking, there are three beats.

certainly.

Too perfect.

This is the characteristic of Hanqiao.

This scene.

Life is at stake!

“You can’t achieve what you are now.”

Mudanfang is the undercover point for the flying knife gate. If the little girl cannot complete the water sleeve drum beat.

The mountains are covered with golden yellow, and the green sea of ​​bamboo is wrapped in the flowing gold, singing happily.

“……………………”

Han Qiao looked at the staff who were lying on the ground and were lying on the ground, and said, "Thank you all, I have prepared snacks and drinks for you, as well as a sumptuous dinner."

So.

Tonight is destined to be a river of blood.

My thoughts were distracted and I looked back at the old Taoist who was also serious.

Lao Zhang was indeed very beautiful at this time.

Han Qiao saw that it was almost done, too much, too much, the rope was too tight, and it was finished if it broke.

He looked at Han Qiao with his eyes tightly, insisting on seeing the flowers, and for a while, he waved his hand and sighed: "This may be your talent."

Zhang Yimou's eyes were filled with appreciation.

The two met again after a long separation and started playing games they often played when they were young.

Han Qiao simply repeated the drums, and the atmosphere of the entire crew became more and more tense.

"Nonsense." Zhang Yimou twitched: "You can learn by watching movies, and then I will be in vain in my life."

This talent.

"Brother Zhang," Han Qiao sighed, "I can't help but understand your script."

Hanqiao stopped.

He just needed to carry a puppet, and then he picked up the thread at the tip of his fingers, and the scene was filmed.

The most important thing is that the atmosphere of this scene is tense and dull, and how to get into the show is a big problem.

The voice is cold.

The two of them secretly communicated with each other, which made them pitiful to the scholar and the sisters in Mudanfang.

“…………”

The staff all thanked him and saw the rigorousness of Han Qiao's filming. Now the soul is washed, like a wandering soul.

Han Qiao's eyes were sharp-eyed and saw Zhang Ziyi limping out, and gave an order.

"Purple clothes."

(End of this chapter)