"Look at his part-time job. He's a cunning man. My dear girl, you have spent all your IQ on studying. How could you be good enough for Qin Guan?"
Cong Nianwei smiled at the thought of Qin Guan. "Yes, I can be good enough for him."
Of course I can be good enough for him. Cong Nianwei was not stupid.
Cong Nianwei's father looked at his daughter, who had never smiled before. How should I put it? Thirty percent warmth, thirty percent love, thirty percent comfort, and thirty percent shyness …
All these feelings were mixed together.
His daughter had grown up quietly in a corner of the world. Cong Nianwei's father could ignore the grey hair on his temples, but he couldn't ignore his daughter's budding beauty.
If Qin Guan dared betray his daughter, as the pillar of the family, he would kill him on the spot, even if he had to go to the ends of the earth.
...
The New Year was always fleeing in panic in the sound of firecrackers. The children had only been happy for a few days when the school season quietly came.
Qin Guan, who was supposed to be more relaxed in his senior year, was packing his luggage at home. His childhood sweetheart was there to see him off.
Due to their passion for their major and the pressure of their graduation, Zhou Jing and Li Jian decided to join the army of students taking the postgraduate entrance exam.
The best university in the capital was their new target. In fact, it was more of a reluctance to part with their friendship. The older a person was, the more genuine the nostalgia for relationships would be.
They also hoped that their good friend, who had become friends in the third year of high school, could continue to move forward side by side in the future.
Qin Guan picked up Cong Nianwei and said goodbye to her father. Cong Nianwei's father looked at them with a complicated expression. They headed back to school together.
Qin Guan didn't have a single day to rest. Sister Xue summoned him and took him to the film crew of "Heroes".
Director Zhang Yimou was known for his high efficiency in the circle, so he didn't set a specific shooting schedule for Qin Guan. As a supporting actor, he had to stay with the crew for several days.
There were still some subtle differences between filming on the big screen and filming a TV series. Not to mention, this was a film that could make a comeback in the box office of China in 2002.
In this winter, when the film market was in a slump, Zhang Yimou's hero was like a guide in the dark with an oil lamp, or finding a way to the other side of the continent, or falling off a cliff and being smashed to pieces.
When Qin Guan joined the crew, they were filming the magnificent Qin Palace. The other actors, who hadn't had the chance to appear in the film, were watching the scene with great interest.
Other people had folding chairs, assistants and staff around them, while Qin Guan had found a small box to use as a stool.
Sister Xue had already left to make arrangements for Qin Guan. Qin Guan was enjoying himself in a corner, watching Chen Daoming and Li Lianjie, as well as Liang Chaowei and the others, who were waiting for him with great professionalism.
The movie, which was going to be nominated for an Oscar, was also meaningful to the leading actors.
The dark and solemn palace of the Qin Dynasty, the endless blood and tears, the cold and merciless sword stabbing the king, the endless hatred of the country and the family.
There were no intense fighting scenes, nor were there any emotional scenes. It was just a verbal confrontation between the two men, back and forth.
Since there was no later plot interspersed, this set of scenes was quite simple and boring to shoot. Chen Daoming and Li Lianjie always repeated the same expression, the same posture, the same way they spoke, and the same camera position in front of the camera.
In order to prevent any mistakes, they had to start all over again.
Qin Guan looked relaxed as he watched the first scene, but he became more and more solemn as the director repeated the scene again and again.
As Qin Guan was about to think about it seriously, Wang's voice came from behind him. "Have you noticed the difference between you and a real veteran actor?"
Qin Guan turned his head slightly, waiting for Wang's next words humbly.
"Chen Daoming is an artist under my management and we've worked together for many years. I watch every scene he shoots from the sidelines, but every time I watch him shoot, I can feel the difference in his acting."
"For different roles, there are some that need to be kept in and some that need to be released. But when an actor has enough experience and his acting skills have improved, the person he portrays doesn't need others to feel if he's keeping in or releasing it. Because he is the person in the role, he can keep in and release it freely."
Qin Guan understood, but there were also some things he didn't understand. It seemed that he couldn't understand it with words alone.
Wang Jingcao seemed to want to leave. She wanted to talk to someone else during the break.
Before she turned around, she said to Qin Guan, "Qin Guan, you've released enough. Try withdrawing it. It'll work. When you have accumulated enough, you won't have to control it anymore. "
Qin Guan looked at Wang's back thoughtfully. People said that Wang was as considerate as a nanny. Actors were not partners to her, but relatives to her.
If Wang treated Qin Guan so well, it was no wonder that her own actors were so loyal to her.
Qin Guan looked at Chen Daoming with great interest. Chen Daoming was acting like an emperor. He wondered how the real King of Qin would be like. History would repeat itself.
It was rare for a winter day to have a warm sun. The green courtyard also added a touch of sunshine to it.
...
The next day, the shooting was no longer monotonous. Instead, it was about the combination of history and martial arts.
Zhen Zidan, who had the least scenes in the film, started. The first scene was a confrontation between him and the Seven Swordsmen of the Qin State in the chess hut.
The close-up shot was composed of black and white chess pieces. The water droplets falling from the chess hut formed a clear dividing line on the chessboard.
The light and sorrowful drizzle also described the inexplicable relationship between nations. The old zither player, who had a profound artistic conception, played an ancient song with a profound artistic conception. His cooperation with the spearman, Long Sky, was seamless.
The first scene began. Qin Guan was dressed in the indigo clothes assigned to him by the costume department. He looked like a ranger who had experienced many vicissitudes of life.
Zhen Zidan was sitting on one side of the chessboard, while Qin Guan was sitting on the other. When Zhen Zidan put down the white chess piece, the camera turned to Qin Guan. Qin Guan moved.
He picked up the headband with the Qin emblem, held it in his hands, and tied it neatly in the center of his forehead under the big camera.
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