Volume 621 Prince Wushuang

Therefore, in the case of not disturbing the people too much, everyone needs to seize all the time they can use to complete the short film shooting plan that does not have much time.

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

The off-site assistant director, who was in charge of group performances and other key personnel, came to Qin Guan's side rubbing his hands with a smile at this moment.

"Qin Guan, how is it? Are you tired after returning to China? You have to wait for the shooting of the camera. If you have time, tell these actors first?"

He is not like Director Zhang, who dared to yell in front of this unfamiliar double actor. Although this young man named Qin Guan has no works that can be sold in China, he can't stand him. Gold paint isn't it?

There are really too few people who can get the best actor abroad, and among those who get it, which one is not praised in the domestic film industry?

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

Naturally, his attitude was very kind, even somewhat cautious.

And Qin Guan, who was not difficult to serve, agreed without hesitation. The people around him are all important figures in various industries.

It's a pity that Cong Nianwei wasn't brought here, not only the head of the sculpture department of the Central Academy of Fine Arts, but Shi Shiran was also brought in as a young man.

The Chinese seal at the beginning of the chapter, the engraving lens that bears the brunt, will come from the hands of this old man.

Therefore, Qin Guan's team worked together, and Xue Wanyi, who was on the side, helped Qin Guanha pulled the group dancers, and gave them a collective class by showing them the basic positioning and shots of some film shooting.

As for the main actors in several large shots, Qin Guan will explain.

"Mr. Qian, you are a close-up shot in a sitting position, so you don't need to learn how to move. Just don't forget to raise your head properly when carving."

"Let the assisting photographer be able to take pictures of your side face. And when engraving, you don't need to worry about the upward shooting lens under the glass plate. This is continuously and automatically recording..."

"Hey, it's easier to be a dancer, Lin Juanjuan, do you see the fork on the white floor? Yes, that's where you dance."

"As long as you don't deviate by about 20 centimeters, you can do as much as you want..."

Following Qin Guan's explanation, the eyes of the two or three people around were shining. Although they are all leaders in the industry, but when it comes to making movies, Qin Guan is the master.

Zhang Yimou, who was sitting on the sidelines adjusting the camera, had a few creases on his skinny face with a smile. He never realized that this Qin Guan is still a good teacher now?

"Okay, cast members, are you ready? We can watch while others are filming."

"Don't be nervous, everyone's shots won't be too long, they are all your best skills in your respective fields, just follow my command!"

When the people on the sidelines heard the order, they all nodded in unison, but Zhang Yimou, who seemed to remember something, was the first to nod Qin Guan's general.

"Forget it, you should go first, give them a reassurance!"

"Ah? Alas!"

Not hypocritical, Qin Guan rolled up his sleeves and went on stage.

It won't work if you don't roll up your sleeves, the costume the costume team changed for him is too fairy.

Yishui's light linen blue shirt, paired with linen blue trousers of the same color, with wide-mouthed trouser legs, hanging on traditional black-gray cloth shoes.

The inline-liter eight-layer pocket sole is comfortable.

But when Qin Guan was wearing this suit, when Shi Shiran walked towards the spacious venue, he couldn't help but sneezed three times!

…frozen.

Part of it is because of the beautiful and thin clothes, and the other part is that this documentary chose this place and its outfits.

The road is paved with green bamboo, yellow bamboo is used as the skeleton, the ceiling is made of moso bamboo, and the curtain is made of green bamboo. A shooting scene is made of the most elegant plants in the world by the lakeside surrounded by white mist. come to live.

On the lake in autumn, the silver waves are slightly rippling, and some cold air is rising, mixed with the wind from the capital, just like this, passing by in a small circle in this bamboo house with air leakage on all sides.

Qin Guan bit the bullet and sat at the location he designated for shooting. It was in the center of the bamboo house lobby, facing the white-capped green hills and half-blue lake. In front of him was a winding bamboo road without a gate, which directly connected to the same A pier made of bamboo.

I don’t know how the ancients could bear being arty in such an environment, anyway, Qin Guan finally understood why those great talents died young

...still freezing.

Zhang Yimou on the sidelines didn't have the slightest sympathy, but the onlookers outside the venue didn't know the difficulties at all, but were fascinated by the scene and couldn't help themselves.

Originally, he was engaged in art-related work, so he naturally realized that Qin Guan had entered the painting and gathered his attention.

"Actors are preparing... Bamboo Slips Inheritance single-act shooting... 3, 2, start."

Following director Zhang Yimou's order behind the camera, Qin Guan naturally entered the documentary, a simple self-reflection of the script.

He sat cross-legged on the green bamboo, in front of him was a reddish Chinese-style table, on which were scattered open bamboo slips.

Qin Guan's back was sitting straight, and his neck was also straight, making this actor seem to have traveled through thousands of years of time and space, and had a dialogue with the ancients.

His blue clothes rustled, fluttering silently with the wind, and when he raised his arms, it carried the elegance of Chinese history.

A wolf hair, half a pot of splashed ink, a light drop of a brush...

The tip of the pen dipped in thick ink danced in Qin Guan's nimble wrist like this, leaving the imprint of time on the blank bamboo slip in his other hand.

The characterful lowercase script has left a unique charm in the oldest writing method.

The camera switch is no longer just holding the pipa half-hidden to shoot Qin Guan's back, which has not shown his face, nor is it faintly visible to shoot the exquisite and nihilistic handwriting.

It's not the chin and side profile that scratches the heart and wants to see the real face, but a solid frontal full-lens frontal lens.

Moshang is like jade, and his son is unparalleled in the world...

This poem was originally written by an unknown woman, but was changed by a talented Chinese to describe the beauty of a man. It is suitable for Qin Guan at this time.

As a representative of the Central Academy of Fine Arts and Chinese painters, calligraphers and sculptors around the 1930s, Mr. Qian was shaking his beard outside the venue as if he had been electrocuted. (To be continued.)