Ideal Entertainment - Chapter 67

Island H in January is not cold.

Chu Qiu and Guo Kuang brought the crew of “Born to the Sun” to the ground on the island blowing the warm sea breeze.

Neither of them prepared for much battle, and Zhang Dali failed to invite Guo Kuang’s blessing. This time Chu Qiu finally got a private call from Director Xiao Guo, and the two had more private exchanges.

Although they were all formulaic dialogues arranged around the script and the movie, and there was no small chat content, Chu Qiu still felt quite happy.

He compares himself with his previous self, and every trace of change and progress is visible to the naked eye.

Every time Chu Qiu compares his current self with his former self, he can realize that he has changed a lot without noticing it—whether it is himself or the people around him.

Good changes are always pleasant.

Chu Qiu and Zhang Dali carried a small suitcase, which contained all light autumn and summer clothes. The down jackets and sweaters were taken off and put them on their hands.

Small-cost movies, the so-called small-cost, is to save as much as possible.

Chu Qiu actually didn’t need to worry too much about it, but Naihe’s proposal was directly rejected by Guo Kuang. Guo Kuang’s films have never needed much investment, because big investment is often followed by capital kidnapping. For directors who are not good at commercial films, it is a nightmare.

So Guo Kuang has his own set of acting style.

For example, he would habitually reject capital, and would make a budget statement accurate to a hundred digits, and slowly increase or decrease it on the basis of it.

Because the cost is limited, Guo Kuang usually takes people directly to take the live scene. As for the extras, he finds local people for two hundred yuan a day, and most of them are willing to act.

There are no big scenes in Guo Kuang’s movies, and the most impressive thing in Chu Qiu’s movie is that there are only six people in the same scene.

Of course, the shots of the crowds that are taken as material are not counted.

For Guo Kuang’s behavior, it is a careful calculation to say that it sounds good, and it is a stingy to say that it is unpleasant.

For example, when I came to film “Born to the Sun” this time, the crew was full of eleven people, including Chu Qiu, Guo Kuang, Zhang Dali, plus actors from psychologists and mothers, and then three photographers, a lighting artist, and a makeup artist. Add an assistant.

Compared to other crews, it’s simply too shabby.

——The only aspect that makes Chu Qiu feel that stingy is good is probably that following Guo Kuang, he can always find some secret and beautiful places.

They got off the plane, took the bus for four hours, and took another forty minutes on motorcycles before finally reaching their destination.

The destination is a small town.

This small town is surrounded by mountains and facing the sea.

——It is not so much a town as a small fishing village.

According to Guo Kuang, there are no more than 500 breathable things in this town.

The buildings in the town are sparse and old, and traces of brick walls and slabs can be vaguely seen. Although it has a somewhat modern atmosphere, it is covered with mottled stains under the erosion of the sea breeze.

Coconut trees and tropical shrubs grow arbitrarily on both sides of the road, swaying comfortably with the wind, and the rustling sound is like a light and joyful song.

As soon as he stepped into this town, Chu Qiu understood why Guo Kuang chose here.

Bright, splendid, and vigorous, yet depressed and closed because of the mountains on which it rests.

The lens and tone of a typical Guo Kuang-style movie.

When Chu Qiu and the others arrived, it was close to dusk, half of the sun’s face was exposed on the surface of the sea, dyeing the sky, the ocean and the town into a harmonious orange.

There is no serious hotel in this town, only a guest house.

There are a total of six rooms in the guest house, four of which have only one single bed.

The owner of the guest house ran all over the town, only to borrow three camp beds, so helpless, except for the remaining lady alone, the other people lived in pairs.

Eleven outsiders came to town at once, which is big news in this closed town.

As soon as Chu Qiu and the others put their luggage and went downstairs, a lot of people already came around and looked at them in surprise as if they were looking at monkeys.

This group of people in the entertainment industry is no stranger to this situation. The actor who played the role of the doctor was handsome and mature, and did not show any disgust with this situation. He just kindly asked the guest house owner where there is a restaurant, and the boss was embarrassed. After scratching his head, he said: “There is no restaurant, we all eat at home.”

“What kind of restaurant are you looking for? Come to our house to eat!” a girl said, copying a strong accent in Mandarin. She looked at the group of people with bright eyes, “I have eaten this point. Shaohai, it’s not done yet, are you going to my house?”

A group of onlookers all nodded and said yes yes yes.

Guo Kuang, who didn’t want to speak, and Chu Qiu, who didn’t like to say anything, didn’t express their views. The other people who were contacted by Guo Kuang didn’t know what to do. In the end, Zhang Dali and the actor who acted as a doctor were in charge.

The group of people walked to the girl’s house. Although Zhang Dali looked a little bit fierce, she was the most provocative with a sharp tongue. The girl who grew up in the town was simple and innocent, unsuspecting, and Zhang Dali would answer whatever Zhang Dali asked. Guo Kuang also asked one or two sentences every three times, and the girl answered too.

When Chu Qiu listened, he knew that Guo Kuang was thinking about framing.

Guo Kuang must have stepped on it here, but the weather on the beach is ever-changing. If you want to take real shots, you have to see if Tiangong is doing beautiful things.

Fortunately, their luck is very good. The girl said that the weather has been better recently, and the harvest has been great every time the sea is collected.

Fish and shrimp are more sensitive than people. People who have been eating for a lifetime by the sea always have their own unique way of understanding nature.

A group of people who had been tossing for a whole day slept faintly in the guest house. Even a slight mildew on the bedding could not stop their heavy sleepiness.

Before dawn the next day, Guo Kuang dug Chu Qiu out of the bed and threw away two sets of his thick but shabby clothes for him to change into.

Zhang Dali was lying on the camp bed, looking at Guo Kuang who broke in, still a little confused.

But Chu Qiu got used to it, rubbed his eyes and yawned, and started to change clothes when he turned on the light.

Guo Kuang was satisfied, but his face was still expressionless, he turned his head and dug up the three photographers and the lighter.

The owner of the guest house was awakened, watching a few bowls of noodles for them, glancing at the equipment carried by the photographer and the lighter, and asked in surprise: “What are you doing here? So early?”

“Make a movie.” Guo Kuang replied.

The boss looked surprised, “Can I follow along and have a look?”

Guo Kuang nodded: “Whatever you want.”

A group of people raised their flashlights and dragged a trailer full of equipment and props to the beach.

Zhang Dali followed Chu Qiu, trying to put sunscreen on his face.

“It doesn’t matter if you don’t feel bad about your face, your fans feel bad!” Zhang Dali digs out a box of small golden bottles from his backpack, “Do you feel bad about your fans?”

Chu Qiu’s evasive movement stopped, and he took the small golden bottle in resignation.

“It’s pretty good,” the lighter on one side said, “It just so happens that I don’t even have the foundation.”

“No makeup needed.” Guo Kuang said, as he walked, writing the clapperboard of the first act under the tiny light.

The Qiongbi crew does not have such a thing as a start-up ceremony.

When the clapboard falls, the filming is officially started.

Today, Guo Kuang is planning to take a few key shots of Chu Qiu alone on the beach.

The first scene of filming was the scene where Chu Qiu walked toward the ocean facing the morning sun, which was still a long shot.

When the group reached the beach, the sky was slightly bright.

The sea breeze is very cold.

Several photographers listened to Guo Kuang’s dispatch and set up their cameras.

“Chu Qiu, sit there and brew your emotions.” Guo Kuang pointed to the beach smoothed by the tide, “OK, call me.”

Chu Qiu walked over obediently, and then sat down on the dry sand.

Guo Kuang never auditioned before filming, and let the actor freely brew and play freely. He thinks it’s okay, then pass it, think it’s not okay, then start again.

Talking about the drama will only happen when an actor is repeatedly beaten back to remake.

On the contrary, Guo Kuang will give a lot of explanations to the photographer.

He tends to allow photography to match the performance of the character, rather than fix the position of the character to match the photography-although most actors instinctively find the lens to match.

Once the sky has a glimmer of light, it will quickly become a bright day.

Before the sun came out, Chu Qiu raised his hand to Guo Kuangbi with an OK gesture.

Without an assistant early in the morning, Guo Kuang ran over with a clapperboard.

“The first act of “Born to the Sun”, ACTION!”

Chu Qiu sat on the beach, cross-legged, lack of sleep made him look haggard and tired.

He stared at the distant coastline blankly, his face was expressionless, his lips were slightly opened, and his eyes were unblinking, looking a little foolish.

After a few seconds, he blinked lightly, as if feeling a little cold, he stretched out his hand to tighten his worn-out clothes with a few patches, and then his gaze followed towards the sandy ground in front of him.

He looked at the sand quietly for a while, then suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed a handful of sand, and began to pile up sand castles.

The quiet environment and mechanical movements made him feel a little pleasure.

The broken but very nice warm tune was sung by him jerkily. It seemed that he hadn’t spoken for a long time, his voice appeared dry and dumb, and his pronunciation was tight, which always made people worry about whether he would cough out in the next second.

Listening carefully, you can tell that the tune he is humming unskillfully is the “Lullaby” that anyone can hum.

His eyes were drooping, his long eyelashes were trembling slightly by the sea breeze, and there were a few fine and moist water drops on them. It was indistinguishable whether it was the traces from his eyes or the moist morning mist brought by the sea breeze.

The sand castle is just a small bulge with a few sharp corners, but on the misty sea level, the sun has pierced the hazy barriers and expelled the darkness of the sky.

The golden light breaks through, and there are thousands of Rui Cai.

The hand that was stacking the sandcastle stopped. He raised his eyes and stared blankly at the sun pierced through the thick fog and dim. Then he seemed to have discovered something, with a stereotyped exclamation and joy on his face, and stood up. , Carefully bypassed the small drum bag on the ground, and ran briskly towards the beach moistened by the tide.

The teenager asked his mother.

What is death?

Mother said: Death is the end of everything.

The boy asked: What is the end?

The mother replied: Just like the sun, it can tolerate everything, accept everything, don’t care about any mistakes and dirt, and accept everything generously.

Don’t care about any mistakes and dirt, and accept everything generously.

“Can you accept me, too?” Chu Qiu knelt down. He came and touched the cool water.

The tail of the wave gently scratched the palm of his hand, softly tied.

He thought that he was recognized, he showed a look of surprise that was almost ecstasy, and the next moment he tensed tightly.

As if he had received some enlightenment, he calmly washed away the sand on his hands, and carefully sorted out his worn-out clothes.

Finally, under the shining of the rising sun, the person standing on the edge of the waves bloomed with an extremely bright and beautiful smiling face, without haze, dirt and dust.

Like a pilgrimage, the people standing on the edge of the beach calmly and happily faced the soft sunshine and strode into the cold ocean.

The author has something to say: Zhang Dali: Then a wave came and drove Chu Qiujuan away. The full text is over.

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