Chapter 68 Officially started filming

Except for the two days when they first arrived in Wuhan, during the preparation time a week before the start of the filming, Xia Xiqing and Zhou Ziheng were basically grinding scripts in the hotel.

There are many conflicts in this movie, and there are many characters involved. There are also many memories with large spans. In addition, Gao Kun, played by Zhou Ziheng, has a process from the early stage of illness to the gradual seriousness of the disease, which means that the actors will show very big changes in their image alone.

"I think you should have earrings." Xia Xiqing read the script for more than twenty minutes without saying a word, and suddenly looked up and spoke to Zhou Ziheng, "You should also dye your hair."

Zhou Ziheng grabbed his hair that he had grown up a little to make a look. His hair had never exceeded four centimeters before, but now he looks like a real young man. "Are you serious?"

"Of course." Xia Xiqing picked up her phone and sent a message from the main creator group.

[Xia Xiqing]: Director Kun, I suggest that Gao Kun dye his hair, wear earrings, etc., which is more like a mixed society.

There were only four people in the group, two starring, one director and one screenwriter, and Kuncheng soon responded to the news.

[Kuncheng]: This idea is good. Gao Kun was originally a migrant worker who almost went astray. He has been in society for two or three years. I think it is OK to dye his hair.

[Xu Qichen]: Well, Gao Kun’s image is actually quite outspoken. It is necessary to contrast with Jiang Tong. This image design can be done.

[Kuncheng]: Xi Qing is worthy of studying art. Why don’t you draw a conceptual picture of the images of several leading actors with the script? Hahaha.

[Kuncheng]: Just a joke.

Xia Xiqing thought about it and it was not difficult, but he could only create two leading actors by himself. He did not take on the job directly. He thought about it in his mind, but he didn't expect that Zhou Ziheng, who was sitting next to him, also picked up his phone and replied.

[Zhou Ziheng]: It’s a big deal to memorize lines just. Then again, what color is more reliable for me to dye?

Looking at Zhou Ziheng's reply, Xia Xiqing felt warm in his heart. He just kept pushing the work for himself, and the topic changed suddenly.

[Kuncheng]: It's yellow, it's just that kind of vernacular and tacky hahaha.

[Xu Qichen]: Well... I think so.

Xia Xiqing imagined Zhou Ziheng, who was holding a yellow-haired man with a head of slaughter, and found it too funny, and there was a strange feeling that it didn't match his image. He glanced at Zhou Ziheng, who was sitting cross-legged next to him and hanged his head to send a message. He reached out and brought his face to him, looked left and right, and took the tablet and electronic pen next to him.

"Do you want to draw me?"

"Shh..."

Zhou Ziheng looked down with a wink, and the dialogue box said what he hadn't sent out just now - you are all serious? Well, if you really think yellow-haired can do it, I'll devour it and devote myself to art.

He glanced at Xia Xiqing who was drawing on the tablet with his head down. Zhou Ziheng deleted the words just now and edited them again.

[Zhou Ziheng]: Hair color is a big deal, so you have to make a long-term plan. Give me three minutes to consider.

[Kuncheng]: You just don’t want to dye it.

[Xu Qichen]: Laughing·jpg

After a while, Xia Xiqing raised his head, tilted his head and looked at the tablet in his hand carefully, and then changed it again, and finally posted the screenshot in the group.

[Xia Xiqing]: Do you think this image does not fit Gao Kun?

Zhou Ziheng did not click the picture. He moved to Xia Xiqing's height, pressed his chin against Xia Xiqing's shoulder and looked at the tablet in his hand. On the screen was a conceptual picture similar to that commonly painted by fashion design professionals. There was a tall man with an unclear face, but a buzz head dyed in dark red, a black earring with a mole on his right ear, a black vest on his upper body, a tattoo on his left arm, wearing these dirty dark blue jeans, paired with copycat shoes, and half a cigarette in his hand.

"How is it? Is it OK?" Xia Xiqing asked him with a look on his face. Zhou Ziheng raised his eyes and pursed his lips, "I don't think it can."

Xia Xiqing frowned, straightened her back and stared at the tablet, "What's wrong? I think it's pretty good." After saying that, he suffocated his back again, pursed his lips, and muttered in a low voice, "I think Gao Kun in my heart should be like this."

Zhou Ziheng only chuckled slightly, got up from his shoulder, reached out and rubbed Xia Xiqing's hair, sat up straight and sent a message.

[Zhou Ziheng]: Brother Kun’s style is just fixed.

[Kuncheng]: Yes, Xi Qing, it suits the character very well. I have sent it to the leader of the styling team.

[Xu Qichen]: It is worthy of being Xi Qing, and it is quite in line with my early image of Gao Kun.

Xia Xiqing read the news, raised her head and kicked Zhou Ziheng in the waist, "Can't you fucking say something nice to me?"

"Just teasing you." Zhou Ziheng smiled and grabbed his ankles, put down the legs of the sweatpants that had been rubbed to his knees. The air conditioner was turned on too hard.

"But it's too handsome." Xia Xiqing only focused on his concept map. He was not very casual about anything else, but he was particularly picky about painting. "Print a little black? Make a scar?" After revising, he was still dissatisfied, so he spread his resentment on Zhou Ziheng and threw it on him and pulled his face, "It's not bad for me. If you blame me, you blame you for being too handsome. I'll help you ruin your face and it's perfect."

Zhou Ziheng was suddenly lying on the ground by his sudden attack, but his hand was still holding Xia Xiqing's back. He let him pull his face and didn't scream. He just smiled and joked, "Then you ruin it, are you willing to bear it?"

As soon as he said this, he felt a little regretful. He felt that he took himself too seriously. Seeing that Xia Xiqing's hand was stuck, Zhou Ziheng immediately added, "Didn't you just like this face?"

"You have a gaze, and your figure." Xia Xiqing let go and got off him, "But your figure will become a white chicken in the later stage."

"What?" Zhou Ziheng immediately sat up and looked at him, his expression on his face was a little unhappy. Xia Xiqing quickly understood that he was unhappy because of this sentence. He squatted down and patted Zhou Ziheng's head, "It's okay, the artwork is broken and they are all works of art, and the small porcelain pieces shine with the brilliance of humanities." After saying that, he kissed Zhou Ziheng's lips, "Aesthetic value will not depreciate because of the fading of the canvas."

He was really good at speaking. Zhou Ziheng curled the corners of his mouth and scraped Xia Xiqing's nose with his hands in satisfaction.

"I can't say you are an art person."

Xia Xiqing was a little embarrassed by his movements. Every time he concealed his embarrassment, he was just pretending to be arrogant, "If you touch my nose again in the future, I will really touch this mole." Thinking of what Zhou Ziheng said just now, Xia Xiqing suddenly smirked, and the hooligan spirit came up, and his hand reached out from his collar and touched it randomly, "Yes, I'm just doing it - art."

He also deliberately bit the word "典" hard, and Zhou Ziheng grabbed his hand, "No, who is doing who is going to do that?"

"Stop showing off, I can't help you one day."

"Who didn't have the strength to come last time? I didn't stop you... Don't cover my mouth, you're still afraid of people talking."

"I will have to mess with you next time!"

"Please."

The two of them had a long fuss on the ground, and finally Luo knocked on the door and wanted to come in to deliver the process of the opening ceremony, which ended the childish game.

Zhou Zijing, the largest invisible investor, trusted others. After a long time, he still asked his wife to be the producer. In the eyes of outsiders, it was just the boss of Zhou Ziheng's agency to be the producer. This situation is quite common in the circle. Moreover, Jiang Yin rarely made any movies, otherwise he would not be called a gold medal producer. However, in Xia Xiqing's eyes, it was a bit funny.

"In the end, it's your team. Your brother invested in it, your sister-in-law produced it, you will act it. It's so funny."

Zhou Ziheng shrugged.

Not only that, it is the person he likes to play with him, and the friend of the person he likes to be the screenwriter.

Several actors with fewer scenes did not join the group, and the opening ceremony was very simple. The director took several leading actors to fuck him. In order not to reveal the plot, the actors did not do makeup and hair, and directly put on private costumes to finish the opening ceremony.

However, Jiang Yin did a very good marketing last time, and the effect still remains afterwards. A start-up ceremony alone attracted countless media to come for interviews. Kuncheng, which has always been a niche independent film, is not very good at dealing with such things. The media meeting lasted only half an hour, and it was Zhou Ziheng and Xia Xiqing. Instead, Xia Xiqing, the "outsider" who took on most of the tasks of answering media questions.

After the ceremony, several actors started to styling without stopping. Xia Xiqing's styling was easier, and it was enough to cut his hair and change his clothes. Originally, Jiang Tong's prototype was Xia Xiqing himself, and even the pale complexion of long-term malnutrition was corresponding. He didn't even need to add more foundation, just cover his lip color.

But Zhou Ziheng was in trouble. He had to cut his hair and dye his hair, and had to put a tattoo on his head. On the first day, Xiqing only had one scene. In the script, it was still dusk and he had to wait for several hours. In this scene, Jiang Tong, who came out of his home, met several gangsters who collected protection fees. Gao Kun passed by and beat them up for him. This was the first time that the two of them had communicated after "stalking", and it was a very important literary drama.

Their styling room was in a house I rented in Hua'anli before. Xia Xiqing, who had made the styling, left the dressing room and came to the styling room. At the door, he met a boy with wheat-colored skin and slender eyes. He was about 1.75 meters tall and looked very energetic. He came up and took the initiative to say hello to Xia Xiqing, "Hello, hello."

After being held by this boy for a long time, Xia Xiqing suddenly felt that he looked familiar. He probably had acted in a TV series, but he didn't watch TV. Perhaps he had seen it on Weibo. It shouldn't be a popular actor like Zhou Ziheng. Xia Xiqing habitually showed a gentle smile, "Hello, I'm Xia Xiqing."

"I know. I love watching "Escape from the Sky"!" The boy laughed twice, and felt that he was too familiar. He loosened and held his hand and scratched his hair embarrassedly, "My name is Yang Bo, what, I'm playing Aaron here."

Xia Xiqing quickly realized that Aaron was a supporting role in this drama, which indirectly caused Gao Kun to suffer from AIDS to reseller, "Oh, hello, hello, today's first scene is yours, are you nervous?"

"It's really a bit." Yang Bo's expression was very vivid. Although he was not handsome, he was born to eat this bowl of rice at first glance.

Sister Su, who had just finished making makeup for Xia Xiqing, walked over from the makeup artist with a big bag and a small bag. Seeing the two of them standing at the door of the styling room chatting, she hit Xia Xiqing's arm, "Why are you talking at the door? Go in, there is still a place to sit."

"Yes." Yang Bo's Northeast accent suddenly popped up, and Xia Xiqing also smiled, "Then let's go in."

As soon as he pushed the door, Xia Xiqing saw Zhou Ziheng's back sitting in front of the makeup mirror. His head was wrapped in a heating cap and was probably dyeing his hair. A man was holding a tattoo sticker and pressing it on his left arm. Zhou Ziheng was also looking at his arm with his head on his side. When he heard the sound of opening the door, he raised his head and found that Xia Xiqing and another boy were walking in. His heart and eyes were filled with Xia Xiqing, and he shouted at him in the mirror, "Xi Qing!"

When they were together, Zhou Ziheng rarely called his name, so Xia Xiqing was a little uncomfortable. He smiled at Zhou Ziheng. Yang Bo did not notice his sight shift and asked, "Then are you going back to film a reality show?"

Xia Xiqing withdrew her eyes and said, "I won't take photos for the time being, the production team has found other artists."

Zhou Ziheng was not very happy without getting the attention he deserved, but he couldn't have had so many people in this room, so he could only bear it for a while.

"Don't get stuck in water, Ziheng, wait for him to do it." The tattoo artist invited by the styling team took out a small fan and slapped him. The scene was a bit weird. A tough guy with a round face from his finger to his neck was holding a pink fan and squatting in front of him.

"Brother, how many copies have you made?" Zhou Ziheng felt embarrassed and took the fan over and fanned himself. The patterns on the tattoo were very complicated, with flames and tangled branches. If you look carefully, you can still see the face of an old woman hidden inside, which was Gao Kun's grandmother.

Gao Kun is a left-behind child. His mother followed others as soon as he was born. His father worked in Guangzhou. He always depended on his grandmother for life. Grandma is the most important relative to Gao Kun in the play.

"It's a hundred pieces, don't worry, it's not enough to print it later."

Staring at the tattoo on his body, Zhou Ziheng was a little dazed. He spread his hands and looked at it, and asked blankly, "Brother, it won't take long if it's a tattoo."

"That's not necessarily the case, it depends on the complexity of the pattern and the area." Tattoo smiled, "Why, I want to get a tattoo."

"No, I'll ask." Zhou Ziheng shook his head, "We can't just get tattoos on our profession, let alone my dad won't agree."

“Yes, you have to have mosaics when you go on TV.”

After getting the tattoo, Zhou Ziheng's hair was almost dyed. Stylist Ajie led him over and carefully washed his hair, for fear of getting a fake tattoo.

Xia Xiqing and Yang Bo were sitting on the sofa and communicating scripts with each other. Yang Bo’s family is from Harbin, and they all exuded the generous spirit of a North Korean shareholder. He pulled Xia Xiqing like a friend. After communicating scripts, the two began to communicate styles.

Xia Xiqing grabbed a strand of yellow hair on Yang Bo's head and smiled, "At the beginning, the director said that Zhou Ziheng would dye her yellow hair."

"Is that?" Yang Bo laughed twice, "He Ran must be more handsome than me Ran. By the way, you two acted in the reality show and then in this drama. The relationship should be quite good, right?"

Xia Xiqing suddenly felt a little embarrassed when he asked this. He glanced at the side, "It's okay."

It’s really a shame to say it. It’s obviously a “negative distance” relationship.

The "negative distance" implementer's eyes kept staring at Xia Xiqing's small corner intentionally or unintentionally. Seeing him licking other people's hair and talking and laughing with others, his heart became more and more angry.

"Okay." Stylist Ajie put his hands on Zhou Ziheng's shoulders, "Ziheng, you are quite suitable for this hair color."

When Zhou Ziheng looked in the mirror, he said that his red hair was like a fire that was coming out of his heart, which was so vivid.

No. Zhou Ziheng glanced at that small corner.

It's more appropriate to be green.
To be continued...