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The date for the official start of filming was set, and an auspicious day was chosen for the opening ceremony.
The first scene is a kiss scene between the leading man and the woman.
Rococo can sweat for newcomers. You know, Zhao Yi's requirements for intimate scenes are really too high. When it comes to literary and artistic films, she has to be both lustful and pure, which can be embarrassing for an actor.
For indoor scenes, there are not many staff members.
Song Xiaolan was a little nervous when she was acting for the first time.
He was wearing house clothes and sitting on the sofa reading a book. There was a gurgling sound in the kitchen, as the soup was being boiled.
The curtains were pulled up, leaving the white screens fluttering in the wind. The warm spring sun came in and shone on his face, making the outline more three-dimensional.
The lighting staff were all stunned, holding the board, motionless.
Rococo was amazed in his heart, he really chose the right person!
The doorbell rang, and the person who came in had a ball head and a youthful expression on his face.
Song Xiaolan heard the movement, put down the book, walked towards Yi Nong with a smile.
As soon as Yi Nong took off her shoes, Song Xiaolan hugged her from behind. He rubbed her neck and shoulders with a lazy and warm voice.
"Why did you come back?"
Yi Nong turned around, wrapped his arms around his neck, and acted like a baby.
"I ran back as soon as I got off work! Why are you so impatient!"
Then he kissed Song Xiaolan's lips like a chicken sucking rice.
Song Xiaolan hugged Yi Nong, smiled and bowed her head to kiss her.
"Card."
Song Xiaolan and Yi Nong separated immediately. After all, it's the first time acting, we are both newcomers, and we are not familiar with each other, so we are slightly embarrassed.
Zhao Yi, who was wearing a cheongsam, walked up to the two of them.
Wearing a cheongsam again, does she have nothing to wear?
Song Xiaolan frowned, the fire in her heart was about to ignite. Seeing her approaching him, her slightly floating chest was full of spring. Song Xiaolan immediately took a step back, trying to look away, but had no choice but to look at her and wait for her instruction.
Zhao Yi glanced at Song Xiaolan, then put an arm around Yi Nong's waist, with the posture of a domineering president.
"You do this, put your arms around her waist like this."
Zhao Yi took another step closer and pressed against Yi Nong's upper body.
"Then, get close to her face, not too fast, and feel a little seductive."
Looking at Zhao Yi's face, Yi Nong couldn't help laughing.
Zhao Yi stopped what she was doing and let her go: "What are you laughing at?"
The staff next to him didn't dare to speak anymore, and watched calmly.
Zhao Yi: "If you do well, I don't have to hug you."
The voice is very stern, like a dean.
Rococo felt that it was unnecessary, they were all newcomers, and the filming started today, so it's not good to be too strict. Go forward and remind her.
Seeing this, Song Xiaolan stepped forward, not daring to look at her, and said to Yi Nong, "I will."
Only then did Zhao Yi exit and return to the screen.
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Rococo whispered: "Take it easy, he is a newcomer."
Zhao Yi looked at her coldly, did not answer her, and shouted: "Start"
Song Xiaolan and Yi Nong repeated the scene of just entering the door.
Zhao Yi: "Your eyes are wrong, come again."
Song Xiaolan glanced at her subconsciously and asked, "What's wrong?"
Rococo's jaw is about to drop, this newcomer is quite good! Torture, abuse Zhao Yi hard!
Zhao Yi thought for a while, and came to the two of them with the script.
"In this scene, the hero and heroine have been together for half a year. They have been together for half a year. Kissing is a normal thing. Don't bring too many surprises, shyness! Such emotions."
"Then what should I bring?"
Song Xiaolan asked seriously, staring at Zhao Yi with starry eyes.
Zhao Yi almost swallowed her saliva, restrained herself, and replied: "Kiss me naturally, just like you want to eat or sleep, and the time should be longer, so that the audience can have room for imagination."
Song Xiaolan's brows were knit together. He hadn't experienced it himself, so he didn't understand.
Zhao Yi instructed him: "Although it is kissing, the audience must imagine that the two of them are in a good relationship. After the kiss scene is over, there is a next step? Understand?"
Song Xiaolan nodded, seeming to understand.
Zhao Yi looked at Yi Nong again, and said, "Your eyes should be a little seductive, my man, why are you shy?"
The surrounding staff laughed, and Yi Nong also laughed.
Zhao Yi: "Okay, you two look at each other, and let's start again."
Zhao Yi returned to the machine, and Rococo covered her ears, and whispered, "Isn't your request too difficult? You are so young, how can you act like an old couple?"
Zhao Yi looked at her coldly, "Then he still eats this bowl of rice?"
Rococo shut up. In terms of strictness, no one can compare to Zhao Yi.
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Zhao Yi was not satisfied when the two met each other's eyes a few times, because close-ups are necessary for the eyes to meet, so she simply demonstrated it herself.
She tied up the big waves on her head, hanging casually on the back of her neck, with some broken hair on both sides of her ears. The movements were crisp and neat, and the entire facial features became clearer.
Rococo whispered to the staff beside him: "Ouch, our sister Sa is here!"
Song Xiaolan let go of Yi Nong, and the two kept a certain distance.
Zhao Yi came to the two of them, told Yi Nong to go away, and grabbed Song Xiaolan's hand and put it on her waist.
Her hands were cold, although it was only for a short second, Song Xiaolan could still feel it. Her cheongsam is quite thin, and it is made of silk with a good touch. When you put your hands on it, it seems that it is directly on the skin.
Very soft and cool.
Song Xiaolan's guilty conscience of not being able to go out for a walk easily surged into her mind like a tide, and her eyes were bent slightly.
Zhao Yi looked up at him without any other emotion in his eyes.
"Look at me."
Her voice was very charming, as if it had been soaked in poison, and swept Song Xiaolan's heart in an instant, like a thousand troops, killing him without leaving any armor, so he could only look down at her.
"Yes, that's it, let's get closer."
After speaking, she took the initiative to get close to him, and simply leaned into his arms, the spring light on her chest was blatantly in front of Song Xiaolan's eyes.
Song Xiaolan's heart was sweating, she pursed her lips slightly, and retracted her eyes.
Zhao Yi said again: "Look at me."
Song Xiaolan frowned and looked at her.
Zhao Yi saw that he was so reserved and wanted to break his bottom line, and said again: "Do you want it?"
Song Xiaolan's body began to feel hot, and his heart seemed to be on fire, so he couldn't answer these words.
He kind of forgot that this was filming.
Zhao Yi's eyes never left him, it really made people feel that in the next second, she was going to take care of Song Xiaolan.
The surrounding staff were stunned.
Zhao Yi said again: "Remember, this is the feeling."
Song Xiaolan's eyes were blurred, as if covered by a layer of fog, and her voice was hoarse: "Director I understand, it's fine."
Zhao Yi let him go and narrated in a flat manner, as if saying a common saying: "Remember, this is acting, you don't have to be nervous."
Song Xiaolan hated her to death.
The charm he hid in his heart was like boiling hot water, boiling and overflowing in his heart against the lid of the pot, until he became dizzy, almost lost control of his emotions and was ashamed.
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