I'm the director, I'm not bad

Chapter 476. Chapter 474.

"What's going on here?"

Xu Xin was really stunned.

"What role did you play? Why did you become like this?"

"right?"

Perhaps it was the speaking habit of the people in the Northeast, Shen Xiaoyang first asked a rhetorical question, put down his clothes, and laughed at himself:
"Yin, who doesn't know, thinks what kind of kung fu I'm practicing... Iron Shell Wang Bagong. Don't hit me, I'll show my back and let him hit whatever he wants..."

"puff……"

Xu Xin is fine.

On the contrary, Su Meng... really didn't hold back.

burst out laughing.

Shen Xiaoyang has been on fire for the past two years, and all kinds of sketches are more fun than the other.

When he said this, Su Meng couldn't hold back anymore.

But Shen Xiaoyang didn't care, he just said to Su Meng:

"Girl, don't laugh, it's the real thing, are you frightened by looking at me?"

Su Meng felt a little embarrassed.

And Xu Xin didn't blame his assistant.

After all, this is really funny.

But what made him even more curious was what exactly Shen Xiaoyang was acting...

"What kind of character is this?"

"Three rivers."

Shen Xiaoyang sighed, and handed the script book to Xu Xin.

"It's just...a Northeast gangster who collected protection fees in Xiangjiang. He received the protection fees from the White Rose Barbershop, which is Yixiantian. Just get beaten...

Director Wang then requested that there be a scene in which Yi Yitian took his elbows and flew me from inside the barber shop to outside the barber shop, hit my back against a pillar, and then fell onto the chair below.

Just yesterday, I hit my back against the wall eleven times... It's true, Director Xu, don't talk about being human, even a steel-clad bastard can't stand it. "

"..."

Xu Xin didn't say a word, looking at the lines in the script book.

Because he had read the script, he probably understood what the story was about.

The story should be that after Yixiantian learned that Gong Er opened a medical clinic in Xiangjiang, because Gong Er saved his life on the train in the early years, he voluntarily opened the barber shop next to the medical clinic.

Staying by Gong Er's side all his life, like the most loyal guard, until Gong Er's death.

And when Gong Er died, Yi Yitian didn't leave.

So he opened the White Rose Barbershop and bought Gong Er's medical clinic.

But it did not expand the storefront or decorate, but retained everything from the original.

It's like Gong Er never left.

In all fairness, the story line of Yi Yi Tian Tian is actually quite exciting.

There is a sense of sight of "killing God with a cold face".

If we say that in the script, Ip Man is drifting with the tide and ebb and flow, and Gong Er is a wandering loyal and filial piety.

Then the story of Yixiantian is like a... a decisive unity of mind.

Carry out one's own way with eight poles until the end of life.

He seems to live a simple life, but he handles everything extremely freely.

Just like the set of Bajiquan in his hand, he is fierce and fierce, and he will never regret what he has done.

A very good character.

But what is this Three Rivers?
He was full of doubts.

But, Shen Xiaoyang's problem, in the final analysis, can be said to be a problem of "acting skills".

One monkey, one tether.

If it was his crew, he might still say a few words.But Wang Jiawei's crew, he will definitely not intervene.

Just send a supervisor.

So he showed a helpless expression:

"what is it now?"

Shen Xiaoyang was also happy.

He also knows that complaining is useless.

I was saying that the origin of my two knives, and being able to come to this crew, all depended on my master.

Complaints are complaints, if he still picks and chooses...then he wouldn't be able to get to where he is today.

So he shook his head:
"I'm summing up."

"Well, then I'll go first."

"Okay, let's have a drink together after my play is over?"

"Speaking."

Xu Xin waved his hand and continued to walk into the set.

Then I saw Xu Haofeng and Wang Jiawei talking about something.

As soon as Xu Haofeng saw him coming, he suddenly became happy:

"Hahahaha, Xiao Xu."

"Hey, old Xu."

Xu Xin responded with a smile, and then greeted Wang Jiawei:

"Director Wang."

"Hello, Director Xu."

Wang Jiawei smiled kindly:

"Come to visit the class?"

"No, but this is my permanent visit."

"Oh? The Hawthorn is over?"

"Yes, it was finished the day before yesterday."

With that said, Xu Xin patted the little guy's stroller:
"No, I came back to be a babysitter right after finishing the project."

"Haha~"

How deep is the relationship between the two of you?That's definitely not the case.

Age and generation gap are here.

So after exchanging a few pleasantries, Xu Haofeng pulled Xu Xin aside:
"Are you free tonight?"

It means to drink.

Xu Xin smiled and nodded:
"Okay, how about going to drink at home?"

"Just waiting for your words."

Xu Haofeng wiped his mouth:

"It's been a long time since I've eaten Yanjing dishes, so I might make more tonight."

"Isn't that for sure? I'll tell my father-in-law in a while, and we'll have a good meal tonight."

With that said, he turned his face and glanced at the studio being set up, and asked:

"How is Yang Mi doing?"

"Nothing."

Sincerely, without any falsehood, Xu Haofeng gave a thumbs up:

"The martial arts show hasn't started yet, but there is nothing wrong with the literary play. Whether it's temperament, mentality, or the kind of charm, they are all well handled."

As one of the three screenwriters of "The Grandmaster".

Being able to say this sentence from his mouth has an extremely real gold content.

So Xu Xin was also relieved.

He didn't regard Lao Xu as an outsider, so after receiving this comment, he lowered his voice:
"Then why are you still shooting so slowly?"

"..."

The muscles on Xu Haofeng's face twitched.

After being stunned for two or three seconds, a sentence came out:
"You'll know in a while."

"This... okay."

"Well, let's go, find a cooler place for you and the doll."

……

In front of an air-conditioned tent, Xu Xin sat inside with his child, and there were some people beside him, including Yang Mi and Xu Haofeng.

Although there is an air conditioner, the four open tents are no different from the white ones, and are slightly cooler than the outside.

And at this moment, Shen Xiaoyang had finished hanging Wia on his body.

His literary play seems to have finished filming, and this morning Wang Jiawei still chose to let him be the "iron shell bastard" in his own mouth.

Xu Xin also checked the pillar he was about to hit in a while.

Split construction, all look the same on the surface, but the place where the head bumps is filled with foam.

At that time, there may be some jitters in the shooting, or a springy texture in the camera.

But it can be fixed later.

And Shen Xiaoyang, who was transferred to Wia, was repeatedly communicating with Zhang Zhen, who was wearing a white coat, roughly meaning "You put your strength in your hands, but don't hold back your hands, there are cushions in my clothes" or something.

After the preparations, Yang Mi patted Xu Xin on the shoulder:

"here we go."

Xu Xin looked at the field intently.

As the countdown sounded, Zhang Zhen made an elbow in front of the camera.

He is not as expert as his wife, but it can be seen that when he performs this movement, no matter whether it is his heels, thighs, waist, or his whole body, he is exerting strength.

That kind of movement is quite harmonious and natural.

Pushing against Shen Xiaoyang's heart, several stuntmen pulled Wia back.

Shen Xiaoyang's body was thrown backwards like flying.

He hit the pillar behind him.

"Oh!"

Hearing this movement, Xu Xin's heart skipped a beat.

good guy...

It is said that the onlookers know clearly, but he really felt how solid the collision was.

This movement made it too late for him to catch Shen Xiaoyang's expression, he just wanted to quickly confirm the other party's state.

Standing up subconsciously... but thinking about it right away.

It seems that there is no place to speak.

Come on, shut up.

Shut up and watch honestly.

He looked at Shen Xiaoyang, who was slumped on a chair, posing in a very awkward posture.

After waiting for about five or six seconds, Wang Jiawei's voice sounded:

"No, it's still not natural enough. Yangzi, when you fall, your posture should be more natural. Slow down and do it again."

"Ahem... good director."

Shen Xiaoyang responded with a cough.

And Yang Mi whispered in Xu Xin's ear:
"Look, as I said, I can't finish it all morning."

"..."

Xu Xin didn't say anything.

In fact, he didn't see clearly just now.

However, Shen Xiaoyang's posture after landing was indeed unnatural due to active control of his body, which is true.

Then... let's take a look.

then……

"Oh!"

"...Let's take a rest first. Let's see."

"Boom..."

"Boom..."

"Boom..."

In the end, Xu Xin couldn't stand it anymore.

Stand up straight.

He had already seen where Shen Xiaoyang's problem was.

Although I don't know whether Wang Jiawei is satisfied or not, but if it goes on like this... he feels sorry for his apprentice on behalf of Teacher Benshan.

It's not like this when you pick it up and beat it.

Kind of outrageous.

Therefore, director Wang Jiawei, who likes to let the actors figure it out by themselves, was the first time someone went to give advice on other people's acting skills.

"how do you feel?"

"..."

The pale Shen Xiaoyang raised his head, seeing that it was Xu Xin, he shook his head slightly.

He didn't even have the strength to speak or raise his hand.

It feels like there is no good place for the internal organs.

Seeing this, Xu Xin didn't talk nonsense, and said directly:
"For a while, when you pull back, relax your whole body and don't think about anything. Your posture was too awkward just now. On the one hand, you want to maintain your balance. On the other hand, you have too many thoughts. You always think that it might be where you were before. It's not right. But in fact, when a person hits a collision, there will be a momentary blankness in the brain. The blankness will make your limbs feel particularly stiff, have you seen it?"

"Tell me...I'm so hot...I can't speak right now."

Hearing this, Xu Xin nodded:

"Your body, don't think about anything until you hit it. When you feel your back hurting, you tense up. Your hands and feet are all tensed up, but it's not to keep you from falling, but to fall down with tension. , do you understand what I mean?"

"Tighten...then leave it alone and just smash it down?"

"It's not smashing, but falling in a natural state. Isn't it for you to sit on this chair?"

"Correct."

"You just do what I said. Remember, when flying, relax your whole body, push your body back from the place where he hit you, and then face forward with your hands and feet, like a big shrimp. But when you fall, your hands and feet will be tense again. try."

"it is good."

Shen Xiaoyang nodded with a painful face.

After Xu Xin walked back, Yang Mi asked:

"What did you say?"

"It's okay, just help him find a rhythm."

After finishing speaking, Xu Xin looked at the time and said:
"After lunch at noon, I will go back."

"...won't you accompany me?"

"Well, it's hot, I'm afraid the children won't be able to bear it."

"alright."

Yang Mi nodded, a little dissatisfied.

You agreed to stay with me for a day.

Go back this morning?

snort!
Duplicitous man.

But in fact, she is just a fan of the authorities.

Xu Haofeng on the side was like a bright mirror in his heart.

After all, Xiao Xu knows how to be a human being.

Every aspect is well handled.

While thinking about it, he looked towards Wang Jiawei.

It's a pity that Director Wang was wearing sunglasses, so he couldn't see his expression and eyes.

Seeing this, Xu Haofeng didn't say much, but his eyes were full of curiosity.

What did Xiao Xu and Shen Xiaoyang say?

What is the effect?

With this in mind, after about 10 minutes of rest, Shen Xiaoyang resumed his recovery.

"Iron Shell King Eight" debut.

He silently read Director Xu's explanation in his heart.

"Relax before takeoff, tense after impact."

"Relax before takeoff, tense after impact."

"Relax... tense... relax... tense..."

Keeping this confession firmly in his heart, he waited for Zhang Zhen with a guilty expression on his face to make an action.

"Ready! ACTION!"

After the words fell, Zhang Zhen elbowed him over.

Ten or twenty times of running-in, so that Shen Xiaoyang and Wia's stuntmen also cultivated a tacit understanding.

At the moment of Zhang Zhending, they pulled Wia.

But this time, in the eyes of the camera and people, it seemed that Zhang Zhending was particularly ruthless.

Shen Xiaoyang is just like...

How should I put it, it's like a balloon that suddenly deflated.

The limbs became the wave shape when the balloon was inflated, and the whole person "flyed" and bumped backwards.

"Oh!"

The moment the sound came, when the touch felt the impact, before the nerves released the pain signal, Shen Xiaoyang tried his best to recall Xu Xin's explanation, and tensed his limbs.

Then, in a tense moment, his feet felt the tactile feedback of the chair.

With the help of this hundred-pound body, the whole person fell down after a weak rebound.

And because of Wia's different force points, his posture can't be consistent.

The tense right foot slid directly off the chair surface.

But his left foot stepped on the edge of the chair, and with the help of the downward pressure of the body, he formed a bowing motion.

And his hands were also separated by the back of the armchair, drooping to one side.

Shen Xiaoyang's mind suddenly felt dark...

The whole person froze and couldn't move.

"..."

"..."

"..."

This shape is very strange.

At first glance, he seems to be a little hanging, sitting on the chair with a big horse.

But his head was drooping, and he couldn't even hear the sound of breathing.

There's a feeling... that I can't put on airs when I'm about to die.

eccentric.

But... Unexpectedly, it fits his style of comedian.

Quite strange.

The moment he maintained his posture, someone felt that a reshoot was necessary.

But there are also people who feel that...

not bad.

However, the final right to interpret all this rests with the director.

Everyone habitually looked at Wang Jiawei again.

I saw Wang Jiawei watching the screen on the monitor without saying a word.

After about ten seconds, the voice sounded:
"This one is okay...keep it for now, and prepare for the next round."

"……pass?"

Hearing his words, Yang Mi couldn't help but look at her husband.

Xu Xin shrugged and did not respond.

But in fact, he knew it in his heart.

Although I don't know what role this Sanjiangshui is set up for, but since he is playing a gangster, he must have an unscrupulous temperament.

He and Brother Qian'er chatted about those gangsters in Forty-Nine City in the past.

Every one of them can't wait to go to heaven.

Even if you are beaten, you have to hang your neck and let you beat you without moving.

That way we won't lose our men's temperament.

But Shen Xiaoyang flies too much like an ordinary person.

This lens does not fit the temperament of "do not hit ninety-nine plus one".

Although it can't be said that he judges others by himself, he thinks that the feeling Wang Jiawei wants should be a kind of consistency.

To always imprint on Sanjiangshui the feeling that daring to come to collect protection fees from Yixiantian is equivalent to putting his hand in the tiger's mouth, and if the tiger dares to bite, he would rather give up his arm than touch Cier once.

And for now...

His concept is right.

Wang Jiawei's pulse...is quite easy to touch.

He secretly thought.

But that's about it.

The old man's words are still in his ears.

In other people's crews, I should seldom intervene. Anyway, my wife has no problem choosing the characters.

As long as there are no problems, he can just concentrate on milking the baby these few days.

How is love.

……

So, at noon, he ate a box lunch in the crew, and in the afternoon he took the baby home and accompanied Yang Dalin to choose fishing tackle.

The son-in-law was not there before, and the old couple brought their two children, so it was a bit difficult to get out.

Don't be ignorant of this little thing, he is so young that he can't even walk and talk.

But it can really tie people to death.

If you make any movement, you have to worry about whether there is any danger.

If you cry a little, you have to trot all the way to coax him.

At this time, Yang Dalin had long forgotten how stubborn he was at the beginning, and firmly vowed to his daughter, "Your mother and I are going to travel around the world, so I won't help you bring the baby."

But now the son-in-law is here, the three of them bring their two children, and there is an assistant who... seems to be dumb, but judging from the style of doing things quietly, he is quite honest.

The life of the couple became easier.

He has long been envious of the group of fishing guys on the bank of the Tan River who are throwing their rods every day.

Can't wait to try it out.

Let them, a group of southern fishermen, feel the power of his Yanjing Black Pit King.

A busy afternoon.

I chose a few poles and got two sets of fishing tackle.

When she got home, Yang Chunling had almost prepared the dishes for entertaining guests tonight.

Yang Dalin is the absolute protagonist in such things as being in charge of the spoon.

Unlike Xu Xin, who was used to by Yang Mi, who couldn't even tell the difference between salt and sugar, he could lick the dishes of his old father-in-law clean.

At around 6 o'clock in the evening, Xu Haofeng and Yang Mi came back together.

When they got home, the two babies took a look...

Yo~ the rice bowl is back.

Dry rice dry rice.

Facing the old lady, she scratched and bit her.

And there was still some time before dinner, and Lao Xu also brought him a gift.

"Xiao Xu, here it is."

Looking at the stack of manuscripts handed over by Old Xu, Xu Xin accepted them curiously.

Start with two big characters:
"Master"

"This is……?"

"A newly completed novel."

Sitting on the sofa, Xu Haofeng stroked his oily hair while smiling and said:
"See how it feels."

Xu Xin didn't respond, but looked at the content.

The first sentence at the beginning:

"The secret of a martial arts competition is not to hide one head. A human head is faster than a human hand..."

He tasted these words and asked suspiciously:

"Is there a problem with the structure of the writing?...Don't hide at all?"

"Yes, don't hide at one end. The jargon of martial arts back then."

Xu Haofeng nodded:

"Preempting strikes and taking the lead is the only way to compete in martial arts. If you want to win, you must be faster than others. Attack faster, retreat faster, dodge faster, fight faster... Always be one step faster than others, you will can keep winning.”

"...Then what is Tai Chi?"

"..."

The soul's question made Xu Haofeng a little dumbfounded.

Shaking his head with a smile:
"The kind of Tai Chi you think of, the slow one... You can't say it's not Tai Chi, but the real thing isn't there."

"This... okay."

Xu Haofeng must be a professional in terms of martial arts rules and current affairs.

Yang Mi is not as good as him.

I'm afraid that among the people he knows, only Yu Lao can talk to him.

And taking advantage of the leisure time before dinner, he just started reading this novel.

At first glance, I didn't think there was anything.

But while reading it, he suddenly found it very interesting.

How to sum it up...

To put it simply, most of the masters in his book can be summed up in one sentence, that is, "teach the disciples, starve the master to death".

With the deepening of the plot, the kind of people who stick to the old rules and don't like newcomers come forward.

But I don't have any blood, either being assimilated and absorbed, or being eliminated, it's too strong.

But there are some plots in it... At first glance, it looks despicable, and it is very unfriendly to Mengxin.

But if you think about it carefully... it really makes sense.

His eyes lit up.

this story...

Kind of interesting.

At this time, Yang Dalin had been busy with the dishes for several hours, and all the dishes were out of the pan.

"Eat first, Lao Xu, if you don't worry about this manuscript, put it here first, I'll take a good look at it. I quite like the story~"

"Ha~!"

Although the novel hadn't been published yet, Xu Haofeng didn't have any worries at all.

Nodding with a smile:
"Row."

However, after finishing speaking, he suddenly smiled playfully:
"Then you have to change it with Moutai."

"Hahaha~"

He pointed to the row of Moutai boxes in the wine cabinet.

Xu Xin, who knew with his toes that it must be written by his own father, responded:
"no problem!"

(End of this chapter)