Chapter 5
On the second day after joining the shooting group, the movie “Drifting Further” was officially launched.
Most of the movie’s parts were shot in the studio. When Xia Xingcheng saw the appearance of the three-story building, he unconsciously thought of many scenes in the script.
In the summer vacation of the first year of college, Fang Jianyuan’s vacant room on the third floor ushered in a tenant, Yu Haiyang, a handsome man of about 30 years old.
After the simple opening ceremony, the first scene to be shot today was the first intimate scene between Fang Jianyuan and Yu Haiyang.
People came and went to prepare for the shooting scene. He Zheng, holding the script in his hand, told Yang Youming and Xia Xingcheng about the play.
He Zheng said to Xia Xingcheng, “This was Fang Jianyuan’s first sex, he was very resistant in his heart, but his body had fallen into it unconsciously.”
Xia Xingcheng nodded, and the script in his hand was almost pinched by him. It was wrinkled with sweat.
He had few lines in this play. It should be said that there were not many lines for him in the whole movie, but he was more nervous. What he knew was that what He Zheng wanted was not the feelings expressed by a large section of lines, but the emotions connected by details, which may be a silent expression or a subtle action.
Xia Xingcheng had seen all the films of He Zheng from his debut to now. What He Zheng’s films were good at was to express it with the delicate lens language expression, even in commercial films. What’s more, this film was originally artistic.
In this way, if the film was to show a good effect, the actor’s performance requirements would be very high.
Among the young actors, Xia Xingcheng had always been praised for his good acting skills. Anyway, in the relatively rough and straightforward idol play, it was enough for him to express his emotions with his existing acting skills. But he knew that there was still a long way to go before he could meet the requirements of what was required.
This made him feel nervous unconsciously. Last night, when he was watching the script, he kept thinking again and again. Why did He Zheng ask him to play just because he was similar to the Fang Jianyuan’s moving prototype in the film? So where exactly was it like? Face or character? He had the impulse to ask He Zheng, what else he needed to do to make him fit the role better, but he didn’t have enough courage.
Xia Xingcheng took a look at Yang Youming in uneasiness.
Yang Youming lowered his head, and listened to He Zheng while watching the script. When He Zheng talked about his part of the play, he would quietly nod his head as a response.
Today’s Yang Youming was dressed according to Yu Haiyang’s clothes in the play. He was wearing a black suit pants with a white shirt on them. The shirt was tied in the waist of the pants, which showed that the waist was narrow and the legs were very straight. Originally, the hair was combed upward, but it fell down a few strands in a disorderly way. Coupled with the open collar button, the whole person was not so serious.
It seemed that he had noticed Xia Xingcheng’s vision. Yang Youming looked up from the script and looked at Xia Xingcheng, with a casual smile on the corner of his mouth.
Xia Xingcheng was stunned, and the image of Yu Haiyang, which had been blurred in his head, was clearly presented on Yang Youming.
Yang Youming was trying to figure out the role while listening to the play. He didn’t need to transition or be driven by his opponent. He could enter the play easily.
At this time, He Zheng let them play first.
Xia Xingcheng took a deep breath and handed over the script to her assistant.
This scene was Fang Jianyuan coming back from the outside. When he went up the stairs, he met Yu Haiyang. Yu Haiyang grabbed him and pushed him to the wall. Then he kissed and stroked him. Finally, he took him into his room and pushed him to the bed.
When Xia Xingcheng came up the stairs, He Zheng called out to him, “Hurry up!” Then he adjusted his steps, trotted up, and saw Yang Youming standing at the stairway entrance, so he paused a little. When he wanted to walk past him, Yang Youming grabbed his arm and pushed him to the wall.
Xia Xingcheng was shocked, not by the performance, but by the fact that Yang Youming had great strength and then the whole body was crushed on him.
Yang Youming, with a deep voice, asked him, “Have you gone out to play?”
Xia Xingcheng didn’t answer. He didn’t need to answer here.
Yang Youming raised his hand, pulled his hair out of his forehead, and said, “With your classmates? Look! You’re sweating. “
Xia Xingcheng raised his hand stiffly to push Yang Youming away.
At that moment, Yang Youming got close to him, Xia Xingcheng thought he wanted a real kiss, but Yang Youming just pretended it. His face was close to his face, and his lips didn’t touch him. He quickly moved away, pulled his T-shirt with his hands, and pretended to kiss his neck.
Xia Xingcheng was stiff from the beginning to the end, until Yang Youming started to push him into the room.
He Zheng said, “OK.” With that, he put his hand on Yang Youming’s shoulder and said, “you’ll really kiss him later. Don’t borrow a seat.”
Yang Youming nodded.
Xia Xingcheng was led by Yang Youming from the beginning to the end of the play, and even his rigidity became the part needed in the play. At this time, his cheeks and lips were slightly red, and there was a layer of sweat on the forehead. It was unclear whether it was caused by heat or tension.
He Zheng asked him, “Are you OK?”
Xia Xingcheng didn’t react at once, but later he understood that He Zheng said that kissing was really going to happen. He answered quickly, “No problem.” If this psychological preparation was not ready, he would not take the play.
He Zheng nodded and directed the lights.
Yang Youming suddenly asked Xia Xingcheng, “Are you nervous?”
Xia Xingcheng was stunned and looked at Yang Youming. He didn’t know how to answer.
Yang Youming didn’t seem to expect his answer. He lowered his head to tidy up the buttons on his sleeves and said plainly, “He Zheng just want you to be nervous now, It doesn’t matter.”
With that, Yang Youming left. Xia Xingcheng went to the corner alone, where Huang Jixin was chatting with a pretty makeup artist.
The makeup artist looked at him and hurriedly came to make up for him. She whispered, “Brother Xiaoxing was sweating a lot.”
This make-up artist worked with him before. At that time, everyone called him brother Xiaoxing in the group. Now when he gets to the new group, many people also call him brother Xiaoxing.
Huang Jixin bumped into his arm. “It’s not bad. You are not afraid to shoot the opponent’s play with Yang Youming for the first time. I think He Zheng is satisfied with you.”
Xia Xingcheng didn’t know what to say. He waited for make-up, and raised his head to move his stiff neck.
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