Contract Wife’s Revenge - Chapter 369

“…” Yan Yiqing pursed her lips, unable to deny his statement.

“But all I want is that thing.” Xia Yijian’s voice is flat and straight, and he doesn’t look like he is usually cynical. There is an intoxicating light in his narrow peach blossom eyes. No one can refuse him

Except Yan Yiqing“ Brother Xia, we have to do this every day. Are you satisfied? ”

Xia Yijian sighed and put his hand into his pocket. “Well, I won’t tease you any more. Although you shoot according to today’s schedule, I just sit on the bench for a few more hours.”

Yan Yiqing’s clothes do not match the one she is going to shoot in the afternoon, and she is not likely to redo all the modeling just because Xia Yijian came ahead of time, so she nods without psychological burden, “then I’ll go out first.”

“Good.” Xia Yijian looked at her, nodded with a smile, and made way for her.

Xia Yijian deliberately didn’t close the door of the dressing room. People who come and go can see them talking in it, but they can’t hear the specific content. Xia Yijian’s intention is very obvious. He doesn’t want to arouse other people’s suspicion because they are in the same room. After all, once the door is closed, they can say what they have done in it, The dirty water is hard to clean.

Yan Yiqing droops her eyes, not knowing how to repay his feelings and help.

If you are with someone just because of gratitude and guilt, it is insulting each other’s feelings. Yanyiqing knows this from the beginning.

“Sister Ann!” Nie Mengyao whispered to her not far away, “Rong Shao is still outside, but his face doesn’t look very good.”

“Well.” Yan Yiqing pressed the temple with some headache, “where is Deng Dao?”

“Yan Yiqing!” Deputy director ran over in a hurry, just saw Yan Yiqing standing there, relieved and waved to her, “OK, since you are ready, let’s start.”

“Good.” Yan Yiqing has always been serious about her work. As soon as she gets into the working state, she immediately throws Rong Mo and Xia Yijian out of her mind, takes away her redundant expression and goes outside.

If you want to play a good role, it’s not easy to say it’s simple, it’s not difficult to say it’s difficult. Some actors with professional background can perform very well, while others without systematic training can.

First of all, you have to put yourself in the role, think in his or her way, do all the behavior, and then add some walking notes, you are already a qualified actor.

It’s not unreasonable for the audience to judge a good actor’s eyes and eyebrows full of drama.

Rong Yilan stands beside Rong Mo and looks at Yan Yiqing coming out step by step. Her eyes lose temperature one by one. She almost becomes a doll without happiness, anger, sadness and happiness. She leans towards Rong Mo with some fear. She feels that Yan Yiqing is not the one she knows at all.

Deng Sen and others are used to Yan Yiqing’s state. After two seconds of discussion, they decided on the next shot, “Xiao Rong, try the part when you receive the wedding invitation again – remember, move more slowly, keep your eyes longer, pay attention to control your feelings, don’t shed tears, do you understand?”

Yan Yiqing tilted her head, “I understand, Deng Dao.”

This crooked head slightly destroyed her cold temperament, slightly revealed some of her usual spirit. However, with the crew’s preparation, the sound of playing board, she changed back to Song Ying’s appearance.

In the dim yellow lens, Song Ying sits in the sofa of the living room, staring at the invitation she just received on the table. Song Ling gave it to her by hand, and told her with a smile, “you’ve helped us so much to prepare for the wedding, just be a guest that day!”

Song Ying stares at the word “Xi” on the invitation for a long time, but her eyes seem to penetrate these pieces of paper and return to the past that only she remembers.

Rong Yilan looks at him. He doesn’t know why he has a sour nose. He hugs Rong Mo’s arm. As soon as he wants to speak, he is patted on the head by Rong Mo and swallows it wrongly.

At this moment, not only Rong Yilan, but also the whole studio took a careful breath, for fear of destroying the radio of the scene. You know, once the post dubbing is needed to present the effect, it means that this shot is probably shot badly.

Dunson nervously looked at the second hand on his watch, calculating the brewing of time and emotion. Fifteen seconds later, he clenched his fist and looked up at Yan Yiqing who was half trapped in the sofa.

Yan Yiqing pauses for a few seconds, then suddenly laughs, relaxed and brilliant, like a ray of bright sunshine in the dark clouds, which makes Deng Sen can’t help but be stunned. Before he could figure out the meaning of this smile, he saw Yan Yiqing straighten up, solemnly put the invitation back on the table, adjusted the position with her fingers, and after confirming that it was not put askew, she took a long breath and leaned back into the sofa.

The lens is fixed, with only one main station and one standby station in case of trouble. In other words, if there is no accident, the scene in this shot is motionless, just like a pantomime performed by Yan Yiqing.

Yan Yiqing rummages around the sofa for a while and finds a box of cigarettes. She opened the lid, smoked a cigarette out of it, held it in her mouth, and then began to look for a lighter.

Dunson was stunned, looking back at the scene — where did he get the lighter and cigarette?

Chang Ji waved his hand quickly: I didn’t put it!

At this moment, it’s not like Dunsen Shouka or not. He can only look at Yan Yiqing in the camera with a heart.

Yan Yiqing finds the lighter, tries it, but doesn’t make a fire. She tries it again, and her hand slips again. Deng Sen narrowed his eyes and noticed that Yan Yiqing’s hands were trembling slightly. If he didn’t look close, he couldn’t see it at all.

Three times, four times… She tried seven times before she finally lit the cigarette. Then she laughed a little more with relief. She held the cigarette between her two fingers and took a puff. She coughed loudly in a piece of smoke.

——Song Ying can’t smoke, neither can Yan Yiqing.

As soon as the deputy director wanted to speak, he was stopped by dunson.

Because Yan Yiqing has already begun to laugh, she smiles, leaning on the armrest of the sofa, her eyes narrowed. She looked up at the ceiling and murmured to herself, “that’s good… That’s good.”