The smile on Song Ge's face froze before he could retract it.
Replacement? It's not the actors but the director?
Song Ge was about to cry.
He knew that his feeling was right. They didn't treat him as a big shot at all. They didn't respect him. If they cared a little about his feelings, they would follow his words and replace that bullsh * t Tai Chi master.
A big shot should have a big shot's temper. He wanted to throw out some harsh words and leave. But he suddenly remembered that there were all kinds of hidden rumors about Summer's identity in the circle. He couldn't say those harsh words no matter what. What was worse was that he couldn't flick the sleeves of his tight leather clothes.
No one could stay if he wanted to, and he didn't dare to leave if he wanted to. He stood there in a dilemma, his face extremely embarrassed.
What was the relationship between this gigolo and Summer? She hadn't seen Summer get close to any man for so many years. The only one who was close to her, Feng Yuancheng, seemed to be very depressed recently. Did this gigolo catch her eye?
Song Ge was a little regretful. Women were irrational when they fell in love. Why should she make things difficult for her lover?
Summer's assistant was Zhang Wei. Because he had a good relationship with Feng Yuancheng, he thought that Feng Yuancheng would be able to win the beauty in the end. He didn't expect to bet on the wrong treasure. Feng Yuancheng was kicked thousands of miles away by Summer. He was worried that his relationship with Summer would become estranged, so he had been trying to make up for it recently.
It was not auspicious to change the director on the spot. When he heard that Summer wanted to change the director on the spot, he wanted to persuade her, but he was worried that it would make her angry. Because he had been with Summer for many years, he knew that as long as Summer decided on something, few people could change it.
He hesitated, but Fang Yan tried to persuade him, "It's not that serious. I think Director Song still has some misunderstandings about me and Tai Chi. If I fight on the spot for him to see, he will have a new understanding of us. If it doesn't work, it won't be too late to change the director at that time — "
Fang Yan spoke, and Zhang Wei quickly echoed, "Mr. Fang is right. Sensei Song Ge looks at Taiji from the perspective of the camera, while Sensei Fang looks at the problem from the perspective of the depth of Taiji. It's just that everyone's focus is different. We just need to find a common point, which is to be able to show the self-restraint of Taiji and also be able to look good on the camera. Isn't this what we need?
Xia Xia looked at Song Ge with a smile on his face and asked, "Teacher Song, what do you say?"
"Then let him try," Song Ge said. He thought to himself that they still needed him. It was easy to find actors, but not so easy to find a good director. "Seeing is believing. I hope he doesn't disappoint. "
Xia Xia looked at Fang Yan and said, "You go through it first and let the two little girls remember the routine."
"No problem," Fang Yan said.
Fang Yan walked to the edge of the cliff and stood in the form of a Plum Blossom Stake.
As for the staff behind him who asked in a low voice why they had to walk to the edge of the cliff to play Tai Chi, no one was willing to answer such a stupid question, because no one except Fang Yan knew the answer to this question.
Fang Yan took a deep breath and then gently tapped the tip of his right foot. His movement was gentle and comfortable, like an arc.
Every movement of his was careful, as if he was afraid that his palm would scatter the wind and the soles of his feet would hurt the grass.
However, as time went by, his movements gradually accelerated. This kind of acceleration was gradual and would not make you feel abrupt or unnatural.
His body was like an arc, like an iron bow, or like a curved willow. He was like a white ape that absorbed the Qi of Heaven and Earth, like insects, fish, flowers, and plants. He was one with everything in the world.
Every time he turned around, his body seemed to fall into the abyss. This made everyone enjoy this extreme beauty with their hearts in their throats. However, their worries were superfluous, because no matter how Fang Yan drew a circle or turned around, he stood there as steady as a thousand-year-old pine tree. Not the slightest bit off, not the slightest bit off.
The setting sun was like an egg yolk, revealing a little shy face in the thick white fog.
Seeing the commotion over here, a small bird with colorful feathers also flew over and peeked its head out to observe. It was still chirping, looking adorable and cheerful.
Fang Yan jumped, and the bird was caught in the palm of his hand.
He stretched out his arms and imitated the bird's undulating wings.
He knew that as long as he used this stunt, there would be female fans at the scene fainting.
The bird stood in the palm of his hand. The bird accumulated strength, and Fang Yan released it. The bird lost its strength, and Fang Yan used the power of Tai Chi to lift it up.
The bird became nervous, and its chirping became louder.
However, when it found that it was not in any danger, and the game was fun, it began to enjoy it. When Fang Yan released his strength, it jumped with all its might. When Fang Yan gathered his strength, it landed steadily. It even turned around and chirped at Fang Yan, telling him to hurry up, you bastard — — the man and the bird were having a lot of fun.
On the distant mountain ridge, a monk and a daoist smiled as they evaluated each other.
"What do you think of this child?" the old monk asked.
"Angry because of the momentum, his momentum is like a rainbow, this child actually has the momentum of indistinguishable Yin and Yang" the middle-aged daoist said with an expression of admiration.
"The universe goes from Wuji to Tai Chi, the process of all things being born. With all things being, there is the sky above our heads and the earth below our feet. The Dao of the world uses the two energies of Yin and Yang to create all things. Heaven and Earth, the sun and moon, thunder and lightning, wind and rain, the four seasons, as well as male and female, firm and soft, movement and stillness, all things being born from Yin and Yang "the old monk's expression was solemn. "However, everyone knows that it is precisely because all things have Yin and Yang, that's why Tai Chi emphasizes the fusion of Yin and Yang. Extreme Yin gives birth to Yang, extreme Yang gives birth to Yin. This child is amazing, at such a young age, he can see mountains as mountains and water as water, even this bird sees him as one of its kind — — the heart of Tai Chi has truly become one with all things. "
The middle-aged daoist nodded and said, "Then should we teach him the Tai Chi Diagram?"
The old monk shook his head and said, "The Tai Chi Diagram is very important, not only is it a treasure of your Daoism, but it also protects our Hua Xia's dragon soul. Be careful, be cautious. Other than the foundation of martial arts, the quality of one's temperament is even more important. "
"Looking at his appearance and behavior, this child doesn't seem to be an evil person. Furthermore, how could someone who possesses the heart of Tai Chi be bad? "
"Let's see. Let's see. "
Fang Yan's body rose into the air again, he personally sent the bird into the sky. Then, he lightly patted the bird's head, indicating that it could leave.
When Fang Yan landed, the bird actually swooped down again and stood on his shoulder, unwilling to leave. It chirped at Fang Yan's face, as if it wanted to talk to him.
Everyone on the scene was dumbfounded.
Jiang Qin was so excited that he couldn't control himself. He grabbed Yuan Lin's hand and said, "Yuan Lin, did you see that? Did you see that? Mr. Fang is really amazing — "
Yuan Lin didn't feel any pain. Her eyes were shining as she stared at Fang Yan and said, "That bird is so cute —"
Summer was also intoxicated for a moment, but she quickly regained her sobriety. She was engaged in art, so she had no resistance to beautiful things. When Fang Yan played with the bird, it really made people's hearts tremble.
It was so beautiful!
"That's amazing. This person's Tai Chi is so beautiful — "
"Oh my god, I've never seen anyone play Tai Chi like that. Is this really Tai Chi? He jumped so high just now, is there a steel wire hanging on his body? "
"I really want to become that bird, then I can play with him —"
When the staff saw this incredible scene, they all became Fang Yan's die-hard fans. The Tai Chi that Fang Yan presented was the Tai Chi that they had never seen before. It was the most beautiful and ideal Tai Chi in their minds.
Song Ge was also stunned.
Master, this was a real Tai Chi master.
How could there be such a Tai Chi? How could there be such a cool Tai Chi? No, this could no longer be described as cool, but — how could a cultured person be so pretentious? You clearly knew that he was pretending, but you still felt that this guy was really awesome.
Song Ge kicked the leg of the cameraman next to her and shouted, "Did you take a picture? Did you take a picture just now? "
The cameraman didn't have time to take off the cover of the camera lens. He said aggrievedly, "Director, didn't you say to take a look first?"
"Look my ass. Look my ass. "Song Ge kicked the cameraman's leg again and again. "Why aren't you afraid? Why aren't you afraid — what else do you want to shoot if not such a scene? I'm so angry, you idiots — "
Song Ge ran in front of Xia Zhi and said with a flushed face, "Xia Zhi, let's not change the person. It's him, it's him — he's a master, he can definitely give us the feeling we want. Yes, it's him. No one else can do it. "
"Did I pass?" Fang Yan asked with a smile.
"Yes," Song Ge said.
"You don't want to change the person?" Fang Yan asked again.
"No." Song Ge waved her hand and said. "Well, Brother Fang, I was a little biased against you just now. Don't be angry — that thing is over, let's not take it to heart, what do you think?"
"I'm not a stingy man, how can I take such a small thing to heart?" Fang Yan said.
"That's great. Let's start? "
"Start what?" Fang Yan asked. He turned to look at Xia Zhi and said, "My Tai Chi has been recognized by everyone, now we can change the director."
"— —"
Song Ge sat on the ground, so angry that her whole body was trembling.
In the forest behind the crew, the middle-aged Taoist priest said to the old monk with an embarrassed face, "Let's watch again, let's watch again — —"
The old monk laughed.
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