Huayu: From charlatan to great entertainer

Chapter 372: Xiao Liu builds a nest, one shot to the end

The jade incense burner, the icy mat, the mandarin duck brocade, the powder melts and the fragrant sweat flows onto the pillow.

He could play dirty pranks on other women, but he was naturally very protective of Xiao Liu and couldn't bear to hurt her young heart.

The washing machine had no faults, but it still stopped washing and spinning, looking a little worried:

"I'm telling you, even if it's half a ticket this time!"

I glanced at the time on my phone again. How come I got off the plane when it was only 9 o'clock?
Xiao Liu gave him a helpless look, pulled up the shoulder strap to hold Xue Zi, took a deep breath, and answered the phone with a flushed face: "Hello? Mom?"

A cool breeze came in from the window. Lu Kuan draped a bath towel over her, but he didn't try to prank her and eavesdrop.

He touched his nose awkwardly, feeling inexplicably guilty as if he had been caught stealing someone else's daughter.

He has a criminal record! He has indeed kidnapped twice, although both times he conspired with the victim, Xiao Liu.

After returning from a wonderful trip to Italy, my mother's voice was filled with relief: "Sissi, I'm in the lobby of the St. Regis Hotel. Which room are you in?"

Xiao Liu's eyes widened in horror!
"Huh? Why are you here so early? Lu Kuan said he'd send someone to pick you up at the airport."

"Didn't I text you? Your flight is moved up. No need to bother. Your aunt and I took a taxi here. It was very convenient."

Liu Yifei pressed the key, glanced at the unread text message, and stuck out her tongue in dismay: "Wait a minute, I'll go downstairs to pick you up now. You need a card to use the elevator."

Beep, beep, beep…

The little girl's voice was still trembling with the afterglow of joy. She was afraid that someone would hear something, so she hung up the phone in a hurry.

"Oh..." The little girlfriend was weak and frail, and she couldn't stand up with her arms. She looked at the washing machine pitifully:
"The road is wide... Hold me, my legs are weak..."

"Hurry! I have to rush downstairs!"

Boss Lu was helpless: "I told you not to answer the phone. You can just say you fell asleep later..."

The washing machine complained, but its body was still very honest and carried her into the bathroom as a princess, leaning against the wall with its arms folded.

The shower water was flowing, the wide mirror in the bathroom was covered with white mist, and the girl was washing off her makeup quickly.

Liu Yifei quickly finished her shower and wiped the water stains in a panic. She had already started to arrange the work: "Lu Kuan, help me get my bra!"

"Oh!"

"Give me the perfume in your bag too, you stink too much!"

"Oh!"

"Concealer, concealer! Why did you plant a strawberry on my collarbone? I'm dying!"

"what?"

The washing machine is not pretending to be stupid. It is just a habit that makes you feel comfortable with the intelligent automatic spin-spinning and washing function. Who would remember so many details?

It's all based on instinct.

The two people here cooperated closely. Zhou Wenqiong, the aunt at the bottom of the St. Regis Hotel, thought for a few seconds, and suddenly patted Liu Xiaoli's arm with a strange expression.

"Sister, there seems to be something wrong with Xixi's voice just now..."

Liu Xiaoli was still curiously gazing at the top hotel in Washington, D.C., and then she tilted her head and said, "What?"

Zhou Wenqiong covered her mouth and chuckled, then lowered her head and said a few words.

The old mother's expression instantly brightened. She looked at the time and recalled the tone of her eldest daughter's voice during the call.

I have to say, it is very likely!

Liu Xiaoli was a little embarrassed: "Well... then shall we go?"

Zhou Wenqiong said with a smile: "Why leave? They are not embarrassed, so why should you be embarrassed?"

"As for young lovers, who hasn't gone through that time?"

"With our Sissi looking this good, it's a wonder that boy can hold back."

"When you see her later, just pretend you don't know. Besides, we're just guessing, so who knows..."

The old mother's wonderful expression suddenly calmed down, and her smile was a little melancholy: "Ah, this time it's really spilled water."

Before Zhou Wenqiong accompanied her sister to Italy, she had also learned a lot about Mr. Lu's romantic deeds. Now she was a little worried.

"We can't say anything behind Lu Kuan's rumors, wealth, and social status about whether they're a good match, but Sissi should always be careful."

Liu Xiaoli nodded: "That's nothing, she has her own ideas."

"These two kids have been through thick and thin together. No matter what others think of Xiaolu, I believe in him."

Since his debut, Boss Lu's fame and talent have soared, and he has been active in the domestic entertainment industry and on the international stage with countless labels.

People who don't know him very well, or even people like Han Shanping and Dong Shuangqiang who think they are relatively close to him and understand him, may not be able to see Lu Kuan's true face.

For some things, only those who have experienced them personally can have the most real perception.

Liu Xiaoli is undoubtedly the person closest to Lu Kuan and Liu Yifei.

Zhou Wenqiong was a smart person and didn't mention it any further after just a brief reminder.

No matter how close the relatives are, this is their family affair. At most, I will just say a few words to my niece in private.

"Mom, aunt!"

The two elders looked up and saw the little girl walking towards them, panting slightly, with a calm expression and steady steps.

The physical fitness is still good, it is worthy of praise!

Zhou Wenqiong and Liu Xiaoli exchanged a glance. The former took her hand and looked her over carefully. "Xixi, why are you still wearing makeup so late at night? Didn't you take a rest after the filming?"

This is of course to block the scrutiny of your two elders!
"I forgot, haha, I was just reading the script."

Liu Xiaoli stood up: "Where's Xiaolu?"

"I don't know. He invited the chairman of the Berlin Film Festival to dinner tonight. I don't know if he's back."

The little girl’s acting skills are not bad, but she has too many “fatal flaws”.

For example, this beautiful complexion cannot be concealed even by dark makeup.

At least in the eyes of Zhou Wenqiong, who was observing her intently, this girl's skin, like lychee jelly, had a peachy glow under the hotel lobby lights, and a faint red mark on her collarbone that even concealer couldn't cover...

When my fingertips stroked my niece's arm, the original tightness and elasticity turned into softness and plumpness, like kneading velvet soaked in rose water.

what is this?
This is a state of complete relaxation of a woman after baptism, and it seems that even the subcutaneous fat stores the heat after pleasure.

Unlike her sister who devoted herself entirely to her daughter, Zhou Wenqiong was also a well-informed actress in the entertainment industry in the 80s.

Obviously, not only has this been stolen by the thief, but it is also freshly made...

Liu Yifei was a little flustered by her aunt's gaze: "I'll get you a room. It's already been booked. Here's your passport..."

"No need, we can do it ourselves. It will be troublesome if you are recognized again."

Liu Xiaoli patted her daughter's hand with relief. From her expression, she knew that she had been doing well recently, with her love life and career going smoothly. This was the best outcome.

I hope I can keep going...

Fortunately, the eldest daughter was not too extroverted. She accompanied the two elders to check in a room and chatted with them about some interesting things about traveling in Italy. Then she leisurely prepared to go back to her room.

"I'm going back first. We'll have regular filming tomorrow."

Liu Xiaoli held her hand and asked, "Is everything going well? How long will the filming take?"

"It went very smoothly. My performance was excellent!" Xiao Liu boasted. "We'll try to wrap up filming before the 6th of next month. Lu Kuan has to return to China to work on the Olympics."

"Then let's..."

Liu Yifei remained calm and said, "It's been a while since we've been back. Let's go back to China and take a few days off. Then I'll go back to Chicago to finish my credits and try to spend the New Year in China!"

The little girl naturally had a purpose.

The procedures for the land on the banks of the Wenyu River have been completed. Wenjie Holdings has quietly established a real estate company and has submitted a reconstruction plan to the land authority.

Although she is not yet the official hostess, she is already ready to go back and design the villa decoration!
Women never tire of designing their own love nest.

Xiao Liu pretended to go back to the room on the same floor, but he sneaked out after staying there for less than ten minutes.

You don't even need to take the elevator, just go up one floor and take out your room card.

"Ding ding!" The door opened.

Why is the room so dark? Is the dog asleep?

Huh?
"what!"

Concubine Liu Yi was embraced by a figure that suddenly appeared. Only when she smelled the familiar scent on him did she calm down. "You're going to die! You scared me!"

"You are quite brave to attack the bachelor village at night?" Boss Lu turned on the night light. The room was dimly lit and the atmosphere was charming.

Concubine Liu Yi was so dramatic that she said in a delicate voice, "Director Lu~~~I came here to listen to you talk about acting~~~"

The warm yellow wall lamp cast a halo of light on her hair. She stretched out her scallion-white fingers and gently touched the man's tense Adam's apple. The hot air she exhaled with her head tilted back was as sweet as night dew.

Xiao Liu acted a little awkwardly as the actress who seduced the director. Her skills were a little unfamiliar, but she was too good to be true!
The hungry washing machine was about to grab her and make trouble for her, but Liu Yifei dodged him and looked at him with a beautiful smile.

Boss Lu was furious: "Why are you hiding? Do you still want the role?"

Concubine Liu Yi achieved her goal of playing a prank. Seeing Pinocchio's nose grow longer, she covered her mouth and giggled: "No, no, I only sell my art, not my body."

The washing machine approached her and threatened her with a gun: "It's too late to say that. Today I will make sure you never return!"

Seeing that he was serious, Xiao Liu complained anxiously: "Tell me to take a break. My legs are weak after climbing up the stairs just now..."

"You said you'd change it once, but why did I work out for two hours this morning?"

"You want credit bankruptcy, right?"

"Oh, oh, oh!" Concubine Liu Yi put her arms around the washing machine's waist and continued to act coquettishly: "Please, sir, have mercy on this humble concubine..."

Her acting was quite enjoyable, but such hypocritical behavior not only failed to put out the fire, but made it even more intense!
"I... I'm going back." Seeing that the situation was not good, Liu Yifei turned around and tried to escape, but was grabbed by the washing machine from behind.

"I won't make it difficult for you. Just finish the homework you just wrote halfway."

Boss Lu looked at him with a smile, his expression akin to the calm before a storm: "Don't miss a single punctuation mark."

Xiao Liu looked at the big wolf dog and felt like crying: "No! Count how many times you've done this in the past few days. Are you trying to torture me to death so you can find another girlfriend?"

"Wow, wow, I'm such a poor woman..."

Boss Lu looked at Liu Yifei, who was unaware of her blessings, speechlessly: "Alright, alright, it's normal to have some friction when you first start a relationship. Stop crying."

You bastard! You call this a little friction?

After a lot of argument, Liu Yifei finally slept with her boyfriend in her arms in satisfaction.

She was too cautious to tease him any further and just chatted with him in a sweet and innocent tone.

"Lukuan, I've been thinking about how to decorate the room these past two days!"

"Hmm? What room?"

"The house in Wenyu River! Why don't you care about it at all?" Liu Yifei sat up angrily and looked at her boyfriend who was dozing off.

"Oh! Go ahead and do it. Just make the study room more comfortable for me."

Ever since I mentioned this to Xiao Liu, he has completely given up on it.

Dong Shuangqiang, vice president of Wenjie Holdings, was even more direct. He told the person in charge of the internal real estate company who was in charge of coordinating the matter to obey orders and follow commands in all actions.

Listen to the instructions of the girlfriend of the mainland's No. 1 Diamond Road Lao Wu.

Concubine Liu Yi didn't care about anything else but the layout and perfection of their love nest.

She held the first generation iPhone she bought in Milan, which had now become a dedicated photo storage phone, and leaned in front of the sleepy dog ​​man:
"This is the L-shaped worktop in the open kitchen. I chose retro mosaic tiles. Doesn't it look good?"

"There's also a Siemens built-in dishwasher, a close-draw range hood, and the worktop is imported from Switzerland and uses a height-adjustable hydraulic support..."

Liu Yifei lay in the man's arms and said with longing: "When I finish my studies and return home, we can exercise together every morning. I'll make breakfast for you, and then we'll go to work together."

She even researched the route: "From Wenyu River, take Jingmi Road to the Olympic Building on the North Fourth Ring Road, then turn onto the East Second Ring Road to the People's Art Theatre on Wangfujing Street."

The 20-year-old top female star in the domestic entertainment industry has your washing machine in her mind and body every day, and she has painstakingly decorated her love nest.

No wonder Boss Lu has to set aside some land and pay attention to security. If extreme fans get to know about this, won’t they launch terrorist attacks?

Kill the road dog! Grab Sissi!

The girl became more and more excited as she spoke, switching left and right with familiar movements: "And this! And this!"

"This is the studio prepared for you. I asked them to put it in the south-facing room. The large floor-to-ceiling window is equipped with automatic dimming glass produced by Asahi Glass."

"When you're drawing storyboards or storyboards in there, you can adjust the light transmittance with the knob, or draw a portrait for me, hehe!"

Boss Lu was stunned. "Why did you actually start the renovation? Why don't you just ask them to give you a plan?"

"That's so boring. What matters is the process. I bought everything myself."

Xiao Liu curled his lips and didn't reveal his little selfish thoughts.

When ordinary young men and women in China get married, apart from the issue of betrothal gifts which vary greatly from place to place in customs and practices, most of the time the man buys a house and the woman buys a car or is responsible for the decoration.

Neither of them is short of money, but compared with Mr. Gou’s financial resources, Xiao Liu’s is like a firefly competing with the sun and the moon.

She can't afford the land, but at least she can spend some time decorating the house, right?
He bought a house and decorated it himself. Doesn't he look like a young couple getting engaged?
It's just that the girl's little thoughts are just her own fantasies, and she is too embarrassed to speak out.

Liu Yifei introduced the kitchen, studio, and study in detail by comparing them with the pictures on her mobile phone.

She was talking so excitedly that she didn't notice that Boss Lu was snoring slightly.

"Hiss..." The washing machine's ear was gently twisted: "What's wrong?"

Concubine Liu Yi pouted and looked at him unkindly: "I'm talking to you with great enthusiasm, but you're sleeping like a pig!"

Boss Lu narrowed his eyes and said, "Stop for a minute and continue tomorrow. I'll listen carefully to you tomorrow."

Xiao Liu was furious: "You said stop? Why didn't you stop when I told you to?"

Boss Lu looked at her with a constipated expression. Even a man couldn't stop.

She reached out and hugged her girlfriend in her arms, smelling the orange-melon scent of her hair: "Okay, okay, I know you put your heart into it, come on, give me a kiss as a reward."

Xiao Liu pouted and gave her a sweet kiss, and the passionate young couple started to "bicker".

Boss Lu flipped back a few pages on his phone, then perked up and asked his girlfriend to provide emotional value: "This kitchen design is great. I can just cook a couple of meals once in a while for fun. Wouldn't it be a waste to let you get choked by the fumes?"

"It's okay. Frying an egg or mixing a salad for breakfast won't produce any fumes."

"If you're working overtime at the Olympic Building tonight, I'll cook you a couple of side dishes if I'm free. If not, ask Chef Qiao to do it."

Xiao Liu is a capable person and has learned a lot of tricks from Master Qiao.

For these female stars, cooking is a way to spice up their lives occasionally. After all, they don't have time to deal with these trivial matters all day long.

Lu Kuan looked at the happy expression on Xiao Liu's face. Perhaps this is what every girl looks forward to, living together with her lover.

It's also because she comes from a wealthy family and is lazy by nature, which makes her more leisurely and peaceful than other people in the entertainment industry who are busy with their careers.

Boss Lu felt a little less sleepy at this moment: "What about the bedroom? I want to see the bed and bathtub. I'm more concerned about this."

"What a character." Liu Yifei rolled her eyes at him shyly, exited the current screen and opened a new album.

Looking at the album files named after the rooms, it can be seen that a lot of homework has been done during this period.

"I haven't decided which of these beds I'm going to use yet. I want to buy all of them and put one in each room..."

Ignoring Boss Lu, Xiao Liu is indeed a wealthy woman who spends millions of luxury goods in Italy without blinking an eye.

"These are all pictures I saw in the United States. They're all high-tech. For example, this Tempur-Pedic mattress is made of NASA-developed memory foam, with an Alpine walnut frame, hand-carved, and coated with nano-antibacterial paint."

"And this one is a custom-made bed from Poliform in Italy. It's said to have intelligent partitions that adapt to the curve of the human spine."

"Actually, I like this one the best. It's made of black walnut imported from South America. The bedposts are hand-polished with beeswax and walnut oil, preserving the wood's original texture. There's basically no industrial pollution." "After the bed frame is brought back to China, I plan to have it sent to Suzhou and have a famous local inheritor of intangible cultural heritage hand-carve some patterns on it. What do you think?"

Lu Kuan laughed. "Black walnut? They say Bush built a desk in the Oval Office made of that stuff."

There is a much-talked-about "Resolute Table" in the White House. The wood comes from the British Royal Navy warship "Resolute", which participated in the search for the missing Arctic expedition in the mid-19th century and was later abandoned after being trapped in the ice sea.

However, after Bush took over, he did not like this table very much and spent a huge amount of money of his own to install a valuable black walnut table.

This is similar to the preference of ancient Chinese civil servants for huanghuali wood furniture.

"Is this bed... durable?"

Liu Yifei squinted at the washing machine and asked, "How do you want to use it?"

Boss Lu jokingly said, "At least you should be more durable than you. Stop saying 'no' and 'stop' all the time. Can you even say them together?"

"Go to hell! Seriously!"

He then pointed at the number "1221" on the design in the album in confusion: "What does this mean?"

There was a sudden silence in the air. After a while, Liu Yifei reached out with a dark face to turn off the bedside lamp and muttered, "Go to sleep. I'm sleepy."

Boss Lu was quick-witted and realized instantly whether this was an anniversary.

Xiao Liu’s birthday is 825, and the two of them have been together since July. What big thing could happen in December?
Concubine Liu Yi curled up in Lu Kuan's arms, her back straight, her fingers grabbing the corner of the quilt and pulling it towards her.

The air conditioning blew across the back of her neck, making her earlobes itchy. She stiffened her neck and refused to look back.

While the washing machine was searching his stomach, he hugged his girlfriend from behind and tentatively put one hand on Yukiko. . .

"let go!"

She suddenly raised her elbow and pushed back, the force as light as a cat's paw hitting cotton, but it caused the shoulder strap of her nightgown to slide down to her elbow.

In her haste to pull at the shoulder strap, her knee knocked over the down pillow, and the feathers stuck to her lip gloss.

She was so angry that she puffed out her cheeks and blew them around, which was quite cute.

Boss Lu's breath of suppressed laughter sprayed on the back of her neck, causing her to hunch her shoulders and kick her feet backwards, but she was clamped between the man's legs and could not move.

Liu Yifei was furious. She turned around and bit his shoulder again, "You really don't remember anything!"

"of course I remember!"

"What do you say."

"It was a cold winter in December."

Liu Yifei stared at the washing machine with burning eyes, and the latter could only start to talk nonsense.

It must be cold in December, let me say a few words first.

"You were still very young then..."

In December of the two years after Xiao Liu became an adult, he was on the roadshow for "Tangshan" in 12 and preparing for the preliminary work of "Sky" in 2005, and had no intersection with her.

"Hurry up! You're constipated!"

"Don't give me that ozone layer thing. What are you expressing your feelings for? Just tell me what day it is!"

Boss Lu's mind raced, and an idea suddenly occurred to him. It had only been five or six years in total, and he almost knew the answer after thinking about it.

He pretended to sigh, "I didn't expect it's been so long since we first met..."

"Ah! You really remember it!" Xiao Liu smiled with dimples on her lips, and she wrapped herself around her boyfriend like an octopus.

Although she was angry, she didn't expect the love-incompetent washing machine to really remember such an anniversary.

"On December 2001, 12, I was in the dance studio at my home in Changping when you walked in with Mom and the others. That was the first time I saw you in my life! Hehe!"

Xiao Liu didn’t know why he added the three words “in this life”. Maybe he had guessed something subconsciously, or maybe not.

But for her, there was no need to delve into these matters. As long as this living being could always be by her side, that would be enough.

Boss Lu sighed in agreement, "Almost six years have passed."

This level has passed.

He quickly recalled what day they had their date in Italy. Why didn't he think of postponing it until August 8th?

Alas, after quitting smoking, the washing machine finally fell into another kind of pure love sequelae.

In the future, countless anniversaries will pop up and become Xiao Liu’s “Avada Kedavra Curse” from time to time.

Liu Yifei was like a piece of beeswax softened by body temperature, nestling perfectly in the curve of his chest and hugging her boyfriend's neck.

The washing machine naturally accepted everything that came its way, and the experienced old hunter soon cooked the prey.

The girl looked at him with seductive eyes, her eyelashes trembling with her breathing, casting feather-like shadows on her eyelids.

"Look at your dead look, come on..."

Boss Lu said hypocritically: "Are you still in pain? Or do you want to forget it?"

"If you keep pretending, I'll go to sleep." Liu Yifei looked up at him teasingly, the hot and moist breath from her mouth was very disgusting.

The washing machine instantly started working fully automatically as if it was plugged into high voltage electricity.

One night fish and dragon dance.
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Finally, on August 2007, 8, the East Coast time of the United States, the crew of "The Sky of History", which had been reshooting for nearly two weeks, ushered in the last scene.

In December 1998, Zhang Chunru had a heated debate with Japanese ambassador Kunihiko Saito on PBS, the national public television station in the United States.

Chinese people like to make final judgments after their death, so biographies of celebrities are usually filmed after their death.

In this life, Ms. Zhang Chunru was able to overcome this difficulty because of her concern for the film and the company and support of Liu Yifei, Lu Kuan and others. Of course, the film cannot use her heroic suicide in her previous life as the final footnote.

When Lu Kuan started planning to write the script in 2002, he also had doubts:
What kind of ending would bring this historical masterpiece to a close?

Until 2006, I witnessed Liu Yifei transform into a steely rose in the Fox studio, speaking out for justice and truth.

He was inspired to finally write the world-renowned TV debate in December 1998 into the script as the final climax.

Such a design can also reflect the young director's attainments in storytelling, and he has already gotten a glimpse of the master's hall.

For example, how does Jin Yong tell stories?

We generally believe that the dramatic intensity of an event in a work of art such as a movie or novel is positively correlated with its importance.

For example, the incident of Wei Xiaobao killing Oboi in "The Deer and the Cauldron" is an extremely eye-catching plot and climax in the early stage of the novel.

Just talking about killing, Wei Xiaobao had to work extremely hard, using poisoning, assassination, and gang beatings, making a fool of himself before he managed to kill Oboi.

This doesn't seem to be able to arouse the emotions of readers or viewers?
But the way Jin Yong designed this plot and Lu Kuan put this debate at the end of the movie were for the same purpose.

Through the core of diversified preparation, the final emotional climax is detonated.

Before killing Oboi:
The emperor said, whoever kills Oboi will be promoted to a higher position;
Chen Jinnan said that the one who killed Oboi would be made the incense master;
The twin beauties said that their family was killed by Oboi, and if there is a chivalrous man who can avenge them, they are willing to serve them for life.

The common people said that Oboi enclosed land and raised horses, harming the common people. Whoever killed Oboi would be everyone's hero!

And what about Aobai himself? He was the first Baturu of the Qing Dynasty, a master of horizontal training kung fu that made him invulnerable to swords and spears.

In the end, Wei Xiaobao had to use the sharp knife he had taken from Aobai's house to stab the latter's belly button, and only then was he able to kill him.

Does it feel good to kill someone so cowardly? No.

But with the diversified preparations in the previous part, the final result that satisfied the emotional needs at different levels was very satisfying even though Oboi was killed in such a shameful way.

The same is true of the last plot of "The Sky of History".

Before this debate, Zhang Chunru herself was subjected to various threats and intimidation from the right wing, which troubled her to the point of near mental breakdown.
Audiences around the world who are unfamiliar with this period of history are waiting for the truth to be revealed in the final debate;
More than 230 mainstream media outlets in the United States, such as The New York Times and The Washington Post, reported intensively on the incident. The Los Angeles Times called it "a head-on confrontation between history and lies," and Hong Kong's Ta Kung Pao ran a front-page story titled "A Weak Woman Challenges the Lies of a Great Power."
Harvard University, Stanford University and other universities held special seminars, and scholars began to re-examine this historical writing;
Even after the debate, this video was made into teaching material and introduced into American middle school history classes, changing the previous silence of the American historical community on the matter.

Jewish writer Susan Rabiner (Iris Chang's editor) publicly supported putting it on par with the "Jewish catastrophe," saying that "the truth should not be limited by region or nationality."

What a great debate!
It can be said that the interpretation of this plot will be the final finishing touch of this movie.

Doesn’t Mr. Lu know that this kind of subject matter is depressing and heavy and will not be favored by the audience?

He was able to help Zhang Yimou revise "Curse of the Golden Flower" and is considered the best storyteller in China, so he naturally knows a lot about this kind of thing.

But the subject matter of "The Sky of History" is like this, and he can only try his best to give the audience this final touch in that dark and desperate past.

Just like Wei Xiaobao killing Oboi, Ms. Zhang Chunru, played by Liu Yifei, "verbally kills" the Japanese ambassador Saito Kunihiko, which completely ignites the emotions of the audience.

This is a necessary move of first suppressing and then promoting something, and it is also the true development of history.

Today, the young director no longer seems to have any doubts about whether Liu Yifei can perform this scene well.

The film set did not rent a real PBS TV station, but was built according to video materials and real historical scenes.

For the last scene, the entire crew was excited but cautious, including Lu Kuan and Xiao Liu, who arrived at the scene very early.

Liu Yifei rehearsed and rehearsed in the dressing room, finally recalling and pondering the lines, emotions and action details;

Lu Kuan, Zhao Fei, the assistant director and the crew were inspecting the set, checking the final details.

Today, two students from the Pan Asia Film Academy came to visit us for study, Lu Yang and Guo Fan.

The two men followed Boss Lu silently, notebooks in hand.

When they entered their second year, they started their internship in the crew under the arrangement of the college.

The main targets are naturally the crews of friendly companies such as the North American Film Industry, Nolan Studio, Martin Scorsese, Disney and Lionsgate.

Lu Kuan walked to the side of the debate stage, gave a few instructions, then turned back to look at the two students and said with a smile, "How's your internship on the set of Iron Man?"

"Very good, Guide!"

"Director Lu, the crew you arranged for us is truly amazing. I was stunned by the work of their special effects team. They also have all sorts of makeup and explosion techniques that are leading the mainland. It's truly enviable! It's not that Lu Yang and I got in through a backdoor, but how could anyone else..."

While Lu Yang was answering with five words, Cyber ​​Daji seemed to be about to write a flattering paper.

"Okay, okay, I get it. Keep working hard!" Boss Lu interrupted Guo Fan helplessly and gave him another lecture:

"Iron Man is a thoroughly Hollywood-style commercial film. Learning the stunts is one thing, but the main thing is to learn their script, shooting rhythm, crew coordination, etc. You have to pay attention to all of them."

“Yes!”, “Okay!”

Well, you, Guo Fan, won't feel comfortable until you say one more word than others.

A large spray-painted cover of the English edition of Zhang Chunru's book "The Nanjing Massacre" hung on the main stage of the debate studio today, and file boxes containing photos of brutal atrocities were stacked below.

These are all original materials reproduced by the prop team from the Yale Divinity School Library.

The books "Hiroshima Atomic Bomb Documentary" and "Japan-Japan War Orphans" were placed next to the seat of Japanese representative Kunihiko Saito, suggesting his potential strategy to divert the subject.

In terms of lens design, cameras with different angles were added today, and two different shooting plans will be carried out simultaneously.

One of the sets is a double-camera cross-shooting and post-editing with two fixed camera positions A and B.

The other set was a new attempt by Lu Kuan. He wanted to see if Xiao Liu could shoot the whole thing in one shot.

This is a daunting challenge.

Today's scene is very interesting. We will invite North American and domestic media to participate in the filming and ask them to play the role of historical media reporters.

It was also to conduct a brief press interview after the filming was completed, bringing the film to a perfect end.

The reporters who received the notice were naturally eager to try and were happy to participate in the creation of such a masterpiece that was destined to go down in history.

Of course, it is also to obtain first-hand interview materials.

Not only the movie, domestic media also focused on this fairy-like couple who were officially announced less than a month ago.

To date, apart from those two Weibo posts that have had a very significant traffic-generating effect, there are only sporadic travel photos released by Xiao Liu.

The public knows nothing about the rest of the matter.

For journalists, scarcity is a selling point. Today, they will all sit in the audience of PBS TV station after undergoing costume and makeup transformation, becoming an insignificant guest.

After inspecting the set, Boss Lu knocked on the door and entered the dressing room. Liu Yifei was the only one inside for the time being.

Still patiently moving and rehearsing.

"how do you feel?"

Xiao Liu turned around, looking embarrassed: "I'm nervous! This is too difficult!"

"Don't be stressed. We still have fixed camera positions. If all else fails, we can just shoot according to the normal plan. There's nothing wrong with that."

The one-shot approach pursues the continuity of time and space, creating an immersive experience through long shots, and all the plots unfold naturally within one shot.

This is its advantage.

But at the same time, as the name suggests, a one-shot film cannot be edited, and everything depends on the actor's own performance.

Boss Lu put his arm around the actress's shoulders, pecked her forehead, and teased her, "Xixi, for your one-take performance, I've been teaching you every night since the show ended, including positioning and rehearsals. I haven't tasted meat for three days!"

Xiao Liu rolled his eyes at him and said, "Be more serious on the set. When you're working, call me by my title. Call me Teacher Liu, not Xixi!"

The girlfriend immediately said a little aggrievedly: "I'm really having a hard time learning the directing techniques, lenses, and lighting you've been teaching me these past two days. Am I too stupid, Lu Kuan?"

"Well, you are indeed quite stupid."

"But even if you ask Ning Hao to come now, he might not be able to fully understand what I'm talking about. There's no need to belittle yourself."

Lu Kuan told her that if she wanted to continue to advance and improve, she had to step back from the actor's perspective from time to time and comprehensively evaluate the film's lenses and shooting concepts and techniques.

Therefore, with this opportunity to shoot it in one take, Boss Lu sacrificed his own sexual happiness for the past few nights and gave her "enlightenment" every night.

Or it could be said that it is a tailor-made training program, aiming to become a film queen.

Apart from her, who else could ask a big director or a wealthy man to patiently teach his or her experience in directing career to her with such treatment?
The young director gave a few final reminders: "The so-called one-shot is actually about controlling the continuity and rhythm of the actors' performances."

"First of all, you have to know your lines and movements by heart. That's no problem for you."

"The consistency and stability of your emotional expression are not a big problem for you now."

"What you lack right now is a clear understanding of the overall shooting situation. The camera can only find you, but you don't know how to find the camera."

The most difficult part of shooting in one take is actually the last point. The actors have to adjust their performance rhythm according to the movement of the camera and the change of scenes.

For example, when the camera moves slowly, you need to convey the character's psychological activities through subtle changes in facial expressions. When the camera moves quickly, you need to take the initiative to find the camera and lights.

Immerse yourself completely in the narrative rhythm.

Boss Lu smiled and said, "I just think this scene is so exciting that it would be a shame not to shoot it all in one take, so I'll let you try."

"If you can't, then you can't. There's nothing to be ashamed of."

Concubine Liu Yi scratched her head in embarrassment, and after a while, she fiercely encouraged herself: "Okay! Why not!"

Boss Lu touched his arm speechlessly: "If you can do it, then do it. If you want to encourage me, then encourage me. Why do you want to hit me?"

"Hehe, just for fun!" Liu Yifei breathed a sigh of relief: "I hope everything goes well later!"

She seemed to remember something and glanced at her phone as she prepared to leave the dressing room: "Are Sister Chunru and the others here?"

"Well, I know you were busy getting familiar with the moves and the camera, so I was talking to your mother outside and didn't come in to look for you."

"I'll go see her!"

Because her child was sick, Zhang Chunru didn't have time to come over. She only made two phone calls to express her concern and congratulations.

Xiao Liu couldn't wait to push the door open and go out. Boss Lu looked around the chaotic yet orderly set and saw that today's filming was ready.

Boss Lu breathed a sigh of relief as he looked at his excited girlfriend.

What he didn't explain was that this one-shot sequence was intended to help her compete for the highest honor at the Berlin Film Festival.

I just don't know if this shooting method, which is currently beyond her ability, can achieve a perfect ending.

The young director stepped onto the set and prepared to start filming.

(End of this chapter)