Rebirth: How a Loser Became a Prince Charming

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Therefore, in the case of not disturbing the people too much, you need to seize all available time to complete the short film shooting plan.

Naturally, Qin Guan was arrested as soon as he arrived at the recording site.

The off-site deputy director who was in charge of group performances and other major personnel control, rubbed his hands with a smile and came to Qin Guan's side.

"Qin Guan, how is it? Not tired after returning to China? Your lens shooting will have to wait, if you have time to talk to these actors first?"

He is not like Zhang Dao, and he dares to yell in front of this unfamiliar double-material film emperor. Although this young man named Qin Guan has no works that can be obtained in China, he can’t hold him up. Gold paint is not?

There are too few people who can get the film emperor abroad, and which of those people who have gotten it is not held up in the film industry in China?

Although this young man named Qin Guan has not been smelted in the domestic test furnace, no one can say that he is not the golden doll in the eyes of investors?

Naturally, his attitude was very kind, and even quite cautious.

And Qin Guan, who was not hard to serve, agreed with one word. Each of these people around him is a decisive figure in various industries.

It's a pity not to bring Cong Nianwei together, but Shi Shiran, who is not the head of the sculpture department of the Central Academy of Fine Arts, was also drawn to become a hero.

The opening of the Chinese seal, the first engraving lens, will come from the old man.

As a result, Qin Guan’s team divided and cooperated, and Xue Wanyi on the side helped Qin Guanhala to lead the group dancers, and showed them the basic position and shots of some film shooting to give them a collective big class.

Qin Guan explained the main actors of several large-scale scenes.

"Master Qian, you are a close-up lens in a sitting position. You don't need to learn about positioning. You just don't forget to raise your head properly when you are carving."

"Let the assisted photographer be able to capture your profile. And when you are carving, you don’t have to worry about the upside-down lens under the glass plate, this is continuous automatic recording..."

"Alas, dancers are simpler, Lin Juanjuan, did you see the fork on the white floor? Yes, that's where you dance."

"As long as you don't deviate about 20 centimeters, you can move as you like..."

With Qin Guan's explanation, the eyes of these two or three people around them are shining, don't look at each one of them is a leader in the industry, but to talk about making movies, Qin Guan is one of them.

Zhang Yimou, who was sitting on the side to debug the camera, had a few more folds on his smiling skinny face. He never found out that this Qin Guan is still quite good as a teacher?

"Okay, member of the cast, are you ready? We can watch while others are shooting."

"Don't be nervous, everyone's shots will not be too long, they are your best skills in their respective fields, just listen to my command!"

The people on the sidelines nodded in unison after hearing the instructions, but Zhang Yimou, who seemed to remember something, took the lead in ordering Qin Guan.

"Forget it, it's your kid who comes first, give them a peace of mind!"

"Ah? Alas!"

He wasn't hypocritical either, and Qin Guan's sleeves were played.

If you don't roll your sleeves, the costumes changed by the costume group are too fairy.

A watery thin linen shirt, with the same color dangling linen cyan trousers, wide-mouthed trousers, long hanging on a little black and gray traditional cloth shoes.

The inner layer of the eight-layer hand-held sole is comfortable.

Qin Guan wore this body, and Shi Shiran walked to the spacious venue, but he sneeze sneeze!

….. frozen.

Partly because of the beauty and thinness of the wear, on the other hand is the place selected for this documentary and its place for B.

It is all paved with green bamboo, yellow bamboo as the skeleton, a ceiling made of bamboo, a mantle made of green bamboo, a shooting scene made of the most elegant plants in the world by the white misty lake, which is not used at all. Came to live.

Above the lake in the autumn day, the silver waves are light, and some coldness rises, mixed with the wind of the capital. In this way, in this bamboo house that is leaking on all sides, a small spin passes by.

Qin Guan sat stubbornly at the designated location for his shooting. It was in the middle of the lobby of this bamboo house, facing the green lake and half of the lake. In front of him was a bamboo road winding without a gate, directly connected to the same A pier made of bamboo.

I don’t know how the ancients could endure vassalism in such an environment. Anyway, Qin Guan finally understood why those talented people had died young

...Still frozen.

Zhang Yimou on the sidelines didn't have the slightest compassion, but the onlookers outside the field didn't know the difficulties at all. Instead, they were intoxicated by this scene.

Originally engaged in art-related work, it was naturally found that Qin Guan had already entered the painting and gathered his spirits.

"The actor is preparing... Zhu Jian inherits the single-screen shooting... 3, 2, start."

With director Zhang Yimou's order behind the camera, Qin Guan naturally entered this documentary, a simple self-finding screen shot of the script.

He sat on the green bamboo, and in front of him was a slightly red Chinese style bill, with a bamboo slip scattered on it.

Qin Guan's back was sitting upright, and his neck was quite spirited, making the actor seem to have traveled through time and space for thousands of years, and he talked to the ancients.

His Tsing Yi Sai, with the wind silent and silent, when he lifted the arm he carried, he carried the glory of the Chinese history.

A wolf, half a pot of ink, and a small drop of pen washing...

The pen nib soaked in thick ink, so dancing in Qin Guan's flexible wrist, left a mark of time on the blank bamboo slip in his other hand.

One-handed small script, in the oldest way of writing, left a charm unique to words.

The lens conversion is no longer the only backside shot of Qin Guan who has never appeared in the pipa half-cover, nor the looming shooting of the exquisite handwriting.

It's not about scratching your heart and scratching your lungs and wanting to see the flashing chin and side face of Zhenrong, but a full-faced frontal lens with a solid front.

Mo Shangren is like a jade, the son of the world...

This verse, originally written by an unknown woman, was changed by a talented Chinese to describe a man's beautiful verse, which is suitable for Qin Guan at this time.

As the representative of the Central Academy of Fine Arts, a painter, calligrapher, and sculptor from around the 1930s in China, Mr. Qian, just like being electrocuted, shook his beard outside the venue. (To be continued.)