Chapter 575 Congratulations to Everyone on the Completion, Except Lao Jiang

People who got up early to exercise watched Yang Lingyue slap his shoulders, but then dispersed after a while. They thought he was practicing some magical skills, and he was no different from the old man in the park. He was lively but boring.

Needless to say, the streets in every city are full of lively old people, while the ones who walk in a hurry and are boring are young people.

Wang Deshun recognized that this was the basic training of Bajiquan, which was too strong and not suitable for him.

After breakfast, the crew headed to the set, which was not far from the hotel and halfway up a mountain by the sea.

There are two locations in total. One is where the chefs and cooks cook. It mainly shoots a few scenes of Wang Deshun working.

The other is a wooden stand halfway up the mountain by the sea. At this time, a long bench covered with white tablecloth displays all kinds of exquisite tableware and delicacies.

Chinese people like to discuss politics, so today’s topic is naturally America’s choice of first assistant.

Li Jing was quite agitated when people talked about it.

"Boss, how can you be so calm?"

Yang Lingyue, who was looking at the test shots, glanced at her: "So I can be the boss, okay, don't bother me with these bullshit today, just go and do what you have to do."

At this time, the actors had also changed their costumes and put on makeup. The one who was dressed neatly and in a different mental state than everyone else was Fan Bingbing. His cheongsam was buttoned wrongly, his hair was tied up casually and loosely, and his face was pale. of.

The prelude to today's drama is that Li Ningyu was sentenced and Bai Xiaonian was taken away for investigation. Wang Xiangtian and Takeda said they were holding a banquet to calm everyone down, but in fact they were testing again. The testing has confirmed the intelligence transmission played by Wang Deshun. Who will the committee contact?

Because everyone knows that Bai Xiaonian is not an old ghost, he is just trying to silence him. Who asked him to say: "I have dirt on everyone in your place."

If you don’t die, who will?

This play can be said to be a group play, but it can also be said to be Fan Bingbing's one-man show. The others watched her spreading the table and venting their anger.

After the filming officially started, the actors hired from the local drama troupe in the corner of the stands were performing silently and randomly in kimonos. They played the singers with smiles on their faces and silently lip-synced.

But there is a song playing from the speaker: Camping Song

You can tell from the name that it was a song that Xiao Benzi often sang while camping during World War II.

Takeda, who was in charge, stood up, raised his wine glass and gestured to everyone: "Thank you for your hard work."

Yang Lingyue shouted: "Stop."

Liang Jiahui looked over at him.

But Yang Lingyue said: "The performance is wrong, you are almost turning into a Yellow River Cantata and a big sedan chair, and the technique is also wrong."

The actors from the local drama troupe had expressions on their faces like "Are you okay?" It was baffling.

However, they saw that no one in the entire crew objected. Jiang Wen, who was smoking a cigarette, even gave a thumbs up, so they didn't say anything to dampen the mood.

The temperature was about ten degrees, and the assistant casting director was sweating on his head. He would have hired a band if he had known better.

"director..."

Yang Lingyue stood up and waved his hands: "It's okay, it only takes ten seconds."

As he spoke, he walked towards the band and began to demonstrate while talking, how to play the guitar, how to play the violin, and how to play the clarinet, one by one.

The filming stopped and everyone looked at this scene.

Yingda smiled and said, "Teacher Liang, have you ever seen such a particular director like us before?"

Liang Jiahui nodded and shook his head, smiling and said: "There is really no one who is so meticulous."

Jiang Wen glanced at Fa Xiao and said, "You know nothing. Yang Lingyue is a master who knows how to compose music. If you fool him, you will be laughed at. He will lose face."

Fan Bingbing explained for his man: "His movies have music critics commenting on the soundtrack and so on. You really need to pay attention to it."

Mr. Zhou laughed and said, "Yes, I sang "Only" written by him and his fans scolded me, saying that my singing was unpleasant."

Fan Bingbing replied: "Your singing is indeed not as good as his singing."

Mr. Zhou raised his index finger and shook it: "You are too subjective and will not accept it."

........

Twenty minutes later, the shooting started again, and this time it was much more comfortable.

For Yang Lingyue, the feeling just now was like the scene you were watching on TV was clearly Peking Opera actors singing, but what came out of the speakers were foreign songs. It would be uncomfortable for you.

Just like that, by noon the next day, which was the third day after Yang Lingyue came to Qingdao.

After Fan Bingbing drank countless glasses of red wine, threw the plate so many times, and staggered so many times and said, "My outstanding student at the University of Pennsylvania has been insulted like this.", Yang Lingyue finally shouted:

"Yes, congratulations to everyone, except Lao Jiang."

Jiang Wen felt very dry, because the whole crew only had his last crying scene...

Fan Bingbing fell down on the chair and let out a sigh of relief. Mr. Zhou held her in his arms and shook her: "Congratulations, I really congratulate you."

Fan Bingbing came to his senses, but turned around to look for Yang Lingyue.

But I saw him shaking hands or hugging a group of actors, smiling a little, and then started crying.

Yang Lingyue heard the commotion and said to Chen Guofu: "Old Chen, say hello, let's meet at the hotel."

Chen Guofu rarely winked: "Good comfort."

...

In the car returning to the hotel from the set, Yang Lingyue held the drunken little fat man in his arms and said, "Let's go to your house tomorrow."

Fan Bingbing raised his eyebrows: "Just for today, they will withdraw in the afternoon."

"It's not good if anyone comes to visit us in the second half of the day."

"Oh, what era is it, and you still care about this."

Yang Lingyue patted him and said, "Okay, even if it's not important. You're confused, do you still want to keep up today?"

Fan Bingbing was stunned, and then giggled: "Uh... Hehe, let's go back the day after tomorrow."

Yang Lingyue shook his head: "I have to go back to Beijing tomorrow night, and there is a meeting at China Film the day after tomorrow."

Fan Bingbing sat up straight: "Huh?"

Yang Lingyue was quite helpless: "You go back to Shanghai in advance and quickly finish "My Love from the Star". We'll meet in Beijing. I basically won't go out before the New Year."

"I won't go back. I'll go back to Beijing with you and then go to Shanghai."

"Be obedient."

Fan Bingbing felt a little aggrieved: "No, my mother has prepared Spanish mackerel dumplings for you on the day after tomorrow, the beginning of winter."

"Then I can only apologize to my aunt. I can't break my promise on this matter. I tell you..."

Yang Lingyue took her in his arms and explained the reason.

After hearing this, Fan Bingbing still insisted: "Okay, but I still want to go back to Beijing with you."

Yang Lingyue looked at her and replied: "Okay."

After returning to the hotel and washing up, Yang Lingyue originally wanted Fan Bingbing not to go to the restaurant, after all, she was still dizzy.

"That's too rude."

"With me here, there's no such thing."

"It's because you're here that I'm fine. It's better to have something lively and hot to eat."

Fan Bingbing gave Yang Lingyue a knowing look while speaking.