Chapter 322: Scattered, but Important

The next day

Fan Bingbing did not visit the crew for any so-called visit, nor did he go out to play. There was nothing to do in Longcheng in the winter.

Instead, he held a telephone conference in the hotel. In fact, this is also a kind of character setting. No matter what the starting point is, he is on the right path.

After thinking about some things, there is a sense of time running out.

Yang Lingyue went to the set by himself and started filming the scenes in the rented house today, mainly the rivalry between father and son.

When the crew saw the director coming, they did not ask why the director did not come with them this morning, because the director must have gone home to sleep yesterday.

Only Wu Lei, who had just joined the crew, said: "Director, you are the latest today."

Then Wu Lei's mother pulled her talkative son.

"Yes, yes, I apologize. It's hard work. I have to shoot right after getting off the plane." Yang Lingyue greeted the mother and son with a smile.

Wu Lei smiled and said, "I'm fine. I'm fully prepared."

Looking at the quirky Wu Lei, Yang Lingyue's old man mentality played tricks on him and smiled and rubbed his head.

Tsk, I don't know where the head with better touch is. I haven't contacted him for a long time since I asked about investment last time.

Before filming, Yang Lingyue said: "Third Master, you can play freely."

Liu Peiqi shook his head: "No, do it according to your requirements, so that the progress will be faster."

Demonstrating this to the actors is mostly what second-rate directors do when facing third- and fourth-rate actors.

Yang Lingyue thinks that he is barely qualified as a second-rate director. With first-rate scripts and first-rate actors, many audiences think he is a first-rate director.

"Let's all follow the script, haha, okay, everyone take your place."

The first thing to shoot is the first scene, which is the first shot of the film, that is, Liu Peiqi leaves home to take over Zhang Yi's play.

The camera is facing the rented house with the door open, dark and messy, and Liu Peiqi, who does not appear in the camera, is packing things with a clang.

Liu Peiqi enters the picture, hurried out, closes the door, locks it, then pauses and thinks, unlocks it again, and enters the door.

Act 2

The camera is on the bed. Liu Peiqi squats down and looks for something under the bed. After pulling out a toolbox, he picks and chooses, a wrench, a wallpaper knife, and finally a sheep's hoof hammer, weighing it a few times.

Act 3

Downstairs of the self-built house, Liu Peiqi walks downstairs quickly, out of the building, and out of the painting.

There are no frontal shots of Liu Peiqi in the three scenes, either from the side or from the back.

After shooting these three scenes, most of the subsequent scenes are shot in sequence, and there are more group scenes.

It tells the story of Liu Peiqi and Zhang Yi returning to the self-built house in the urban village after they come out of the mental hospital. During the upstairs, they meet Wu Lei who is writing and drawing on the wall of the corridor, Wu Yue who is loudly educating his son for not doing his homework well, and the gray-haired old Zhang (group actor).

Except for the child Wu Lei, the other tenants did not say hello, but just looked at the two with scrutiny.

Through the shots of going upstairs and entering the room, the specific rental environment and neighborhood relationship are explained.

Back in the room, Zhang Yi was still carrying his bag in a dull manner, while Liu Peiqi pretended to be relaxed and introduced everything in the room. The bed was also changed to a bunk bed because there was no room for another bed.

As Liu Peiqi analyzed, he was very careful in his words when getting along with Zhang Yi.

Of course, he also said why he lived here. The house where Alia lived had been taken away by the court. He didn't say why it was taken away, for fear of irritating Zhang Yi.

Naturally, it was because of the loan Zhang Yi owed for stock speculation.

After a night, Zhang Yi began to live like a normal person. He would take the initiative to help his neighbors when he saw something. For example, when the chair of single mother Wu Yue was broken, he would help repair it. During this period, he and Wu Lei also talked and laughed.

During this period, the mental hospital and the police station called Liu Peiqi to ask if Zhang Yi's mood was stable and whether he took medicine on time? Confirm the time for the follow-up visit and prepare some chocolates.....

On the third morning after being discharged from the hospital, Zhang Yi changed into a formal outfit and had breakfast with Liu Peiqi.

"Going out?"

"Yes."

"Where to?"

"Xiaofeng is getting married today."

"Don't go, rest at home for two more days."

"I don't have a cold, why should I rest."

"No...what if you..."

"So what?"

"...You just got out of the hospital, others don't know your current situation, it's easy...If you want to go, I'll go with you."

"No, aren't you busy at the construction site?"

"It's okay, at most I won't make that money today."

"No, you're so busy."

The shots taken today were very fragmented, a lot, scattered, but very important foreshadowing.

It was already 7 o'clock in the evening after the shooting ended, and Yang Lingyue naturally left the main team again. Fan Bingbing kept shouting hungry on the phone, and I didn't know which mouth was hungry.

"What do you want to eat? I'll bring it back to you."

"Let's go out to eat. I've been in the room all day. I'm dressed. Call me downstairs in the hotel."

"You have to tell me what you want to eat when you go out to eat."

"Oh, this is where you grew up. How would I know what to eat? You can eat whatever you say. Hurry up. I'm waiting for you."

Ten minutes later, the car arrived at the hotel. Fan Bingbing, wearing a top hat and a mask, trotted into the car.

Fan Bingbing rushed over and started to get sloppy.

"I miss you so much. Give me a kiss."

"Let's go, I'll take you to eat pickled fish."

Yang Lingyue pointed in a direction.

"This is what you eat at night." Fan Bingbing was dissatisfied.

Yang Lingyue looked at her sideways, meaning: listen to what you are saying.

Fan Bingbing smiled and asked, "What did you often eat when you were studying here?"

The more Yang Ling thought about high school life, it was so rich. He often felt hungry again not long after finishing a meal. He ate at least four meals a day, and there was always one or two meals eaten outside.

"There is a couple from Yu Province in front of the school who make very good egg-filled pancakes. The fat guy across the street makes fried skewers. At that time, I had evening self-study. As long as I had pocket money, I always had something to eat."

"Then let's go there to eat."

"good."

Yang Lingyue smiled and nodded, and then the car drove to his high school alma mater. Since donating, he has become one of the outstanding graduate representatives of the junior high school.

Of course, there are some particularly awesome seniors who are engaged in politics, business, and he is the only one in the literary and art circles.

The car stopped at the corner, and Yang Lingyue and Fan Bingbing got out of the car.

Fan Bingbing held Yang Lingyue's arm, looking like a couple out for food at night.

Listening to Yang Lingyue telling some interesting stories from middle school.

"I haven't skipped class, and basically no one in our class has skipped class."

"Then are you a good baby student?"

"It should belong. I have never rebelled."