Night Play in the Rain

After more than two weeks of rain, most of the communities that were filming were flooded, and the crew's shooting plan was directly disrupted. Jiang Yin also flew to Wuhan for a meeting. Fortunately, the previous shooting time was very compact, and the content originally planned for two months was compressed to one and a half months, leaving a lot of space for subsequent incidents.

"So shoot the plot later?" Xia Xiqing couldn't help but worry, "But Zhou Ziheng's body shape..."

"Yes." Zhou Ziheng answered the words directly, "I will work hard to lose weight these days, and with makeup, I don't think there is much problem."

"There is nothing we can do, otherwise we will not be able to catch up with the Berlin Film Festival." Kuncheng touched his chin and sighed.

Jiang Yin held a pen in her hand and gently clicked on the desktop, "Stop talking about the film festival, this is all a story. The scheduled date we originally planned was World AIDS Day December 1st. The meaning is consistent and the timing is good. After Double Eleven, avoid strong news before the Double Day Festival. However, at least two months will be reserved for post-production, plus the time for review. You can calculate it."

Zhou Ziheng frowned, "The filming will be finished in August at the latest."

But now it is only one week before July, and time is too tight.

"If you don't add the camera, you can finish the film smoothly." Director Kun looked at the schedule of the scenes, "There are not many left, there are not many more scenes."

During these days when it rains, the group finished filming all the scenes that needed rain, and even the assistant director joked, "This is the most cost-effective group I have ever joined. The scenes of rain are all real rain."

They had just transferred to the convenience store where Jiang Tong worked in the play. The venue and prop staff were being arranged. Xia Xiqing and the deputy director stood aside and waited. When they heard the deputy director joke, Xia Xiqing also said, "This is what Wuhan is. It's actually better in the past two years."

It happened that Zhou Ziheng, who had just finished makeup, came over and stood beside Xia Xiqing, and listened to him continue, "When I was in high school, I was flooded at any time. The stadium was low and it was flooded into a lake. It was like driving on the road. I also found a fish on the road."

As he said that, Zhou Ziheng laughed first, "Where is you drowning?"

"I was a little shorter than now, maybe 1.8 meters tall, and I was overwhelmed at the most powerful time." Xia Xiqing leaned against the door and recalled, "At that time, there were many boys in the class carrying girls out and put them on the bus stop or something." As he said that, he suddenly laughed, "Chenchen was almost carried back at that time. He felt embarrassed and refused to agree, and the two almost started arguing."

The deputy director laughed, "Xi Qing, didn't you take the opportunity to recite the female classmate in the class?"

Zhou Ziheng imagined the scene, turned his face to see Xia Xiqing, and smiled like a fun, "Yes, what about you?"

"Me?" Xia Xiqing smiled rudely, "I don't even care about it. Whoever is so idle that I can carry them? I wish someone would carry me. Every time it rains, I would have to soak several pairs of sneakers."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard Zhou Ziheng giggling silly, even the assistant director was a little confused.

Is it that funny?

When the assistant director went to work on other things and left, Zhou Ziheng hit Xia Xiqing with his shoulder, "I'll carry you."

Xia Xiqing glanced at Zhou Ziheng, and happened to be calling his name by the venue. He replied, stuffed half of the coffee in his hand into Zhou Ziheng's hand, and prepared to go to the director's place.

"If you don't let you carry it, will you carry it?"

Qingpiaopiao left this sentence, Xiaoxiao held an umbrella and took Xia Xiqing away, leaving only Zhou Ziheng smiling foolishly on the spot.

Next to Director Kun stood another actor Guo Yang, who had just joined the group. He was a handsome male actor in his forties. He was dressed in a straight suit in the play and could easily give people a favor. Xia Xiqing had already met him on the night of the meeting, and the two of them had already had a show in advance.

"Luckily I'm a tall man too," Guo Yang laughed, 1.9 meters tall, "otherwise, Jiang Tong, this tall man, wouldn't be able to act as weak in front of ordinary people."

Kuncheng also laughed, "This is the drama I have ever filmed with the highest average height of a male actor. I feel like I'm falling into a pit every day."

Guo Yang has been struggling in the entertainment industry for many years. He was unsuccessful in his early years and never became famous. However, after entering middle age, he has won the love of many young female fans because of his elegant temperament and superb acting skills.

In this drama, he plays Cheng Qiming, a corporate executive who noticed Jiang Tong because he bought cigarettes in a convenience store. When he saw Jiang Tong thinking of his younger brother, he was very kind to him. He often came to see him in the name of buying things and brought gifts when he was on business trips.

Jiang Tong was resistant at first, but gradually he was willing to accept his kindness. Then, when he accompanied Gao Kun for the test, he learned from the doctor that the virus in his body had developed resistance to drugs, and it was very likely that the person who was infected with him had already taken the medicine and had a resistance reaction. He took the medicine late and had almost no immunity. If he wanted to continue treatment, relying on the first-line medicine distributed by the state for free was far from enough, but they had no money to buy medicine at their own expense.

Seeing Gao Kun being hospitalized due to complications and high fever, Jiang Tong worked hard but still couldn't help him, so he could only borrow money from Cheng Qiming for help. It happened that when Gao Kun and Lingling were mixed together, the two of them read magazines and saw Cheng Qiming's exclusive interview.

At that time, Lingling also mentioned gossip, "I heard from a young sister who works in a high-level club that this man doesn't like little girls, so he only finds little ducks from the club to accompany him."

Gao Kun misunderstood Jiang Tong because of this, and the two had a big fight.

This is the scene they need to finish today, and it is also the last rain scene in this film.

"Jiang Tong is here, just right, let's talk about it together. This is two literary dramas plus one conflict drama." A little assistant held an umbrella for Director Kun, and he walked outside the glass door. "We will use several shots from different angles later. One of them is outside the door. So if you move, you should pay attention and try to make this camera take a clear shot."

After explaining it a few times, Kuncheng returned to the monitor.

"I'm ready to take the first one."

"The first time in the 74th scene of "Stalking", action!"

At twelve o'clock in the morning, Jiang Tong, who had been taking over for two hours, had moved more than a dozen boxes of goods in succession to fill the gaps on the shelves one by one. He was afraid of strangers, and he heard that it was inconvenient, so he could not be a cashier and could only do some harder and more tiring work.

The cashier’s colleague Aqi suddenly came over with his stomach covering his stomach, patted his shoulder, and said to him loudly, "Jiang Tong, I'm going to the bathroom, my stomach hurts so much. Please help me stand at the counter, thank you."

Jiang Tong lowered his head halfway, took off his gloves and put them in his pocket to the counter. Fortunately, there were no one in the early morning, so he didn't have to worry too much.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I thought about this, the automatic welcome voice of the convenience store at the door rang. Jiang Tong raised his head slowly and lowered quickly. There were only legs in an expensive suit in his field of vision.

The guest received a cup of coffee, stood at the counter and spoke kindly, "Hello, please give me that bag of yellow crane tower full of stars."

The other party's voice was really gentle. Jiang Tong heard only the three words Huanghelou, and hurriedly squatted down to find him a pack, lowered his head and pushed it over.

"No, I want a star full of blue soft packs."

Blue.

Jiang Tong knew that he had made a mistake, so he squatted down and found the blue Yellow Crane Tower, held it with both hands and handed it to the guest, stammeringly saying sorry and whispered in a low voice.

The hands that took the cigarette were clean and the nails were neatly trimmed.

"Thank you, how much does it cost?"

Jiang Tong glanced up cautiously, saw the numbers on the screen, and reported them to the guests standing in front of him.

He took out a one hundred yuan note from his wallet and handed it to Jiang Tong, waiting patiently for him to make changes, and finally said thank you, pushed open the door and left.

When the automatic voice at the door ended, Jiang Tong breathed a sigh of relief. When he looked up, he could only see half a figure under a black umbrella. He opened the car door and crawled in.

“cut!”

Although Kuncheng has a good personality, he is very good at filming. He has filmed this cigarette-buying scene for twenty-one times. In fact, he was puzzled. Xia Xiqing and Zhou Ziheng were very nervous when they were together, but they always owe something to others. They always had to polish it for a while before they could find that feeling.

"Wait for those scenes, these are the scenes that Jiang Tong and Cheng Qiming are gradually getting familiar with. You have to show a sense of attachment to your father, but you can't go too far, you have to grasp it well."

When Xia Xiqing heard Kuncheng say this, he felt it was even more difficult.

Children who lack fatherly love since childhood often have two personality tendencies when they grow up. One is the extreme desire for the fatherly love complex and always expect to find similar alternative emotions from others, and the other is the disgust of fatherly love and similar emotions.

Xia Xiqing is obviously the latter, and it is a completely different leap to let him play the former.

After gritting the bullet and acting a few times, Director Kun still felt dissatisfied, "You only have soft eyes, and there is no such dependence on him that you are open to."

After talking about the joke for a long time, Zhou Ziheng, who was standing aside, also participated in the discussion, "Director, do you really think Jiang Tong is happy with Cheng Qiming? Although I look at it from Gao Kun's perspective, I think Jiang Tong actually relies on only Gao Kun. If he had not had to, he would not seek help from Cheng Qiming."

The two almost started arguing about the roles, but this was already common in the crew. Everyone did their own things and no one intervened. When the two said they were too irrelevant, Xia Xiqing finally expressed his own views.

"If he really had a dependence on Cheng Qiming, he would have told him that Gao Kun was sick early in the morning. He kept hiding and hiding it was actually a kind of distrust." As he said that, he paused again, "What's more, when he saw his mother bringing all kinds of adult men home since childhood, he would be big and scold him if he was a little unhappy. With such a growing environment, I think it would be unrealistic for him to feel dependent on a middle-aged man."

Zhou Ziheng looked at him worriedly, and reiterated his ideas to Kuncheng. Even Guo Yang, who was watching the game, stood in the team. "Actually, I think their analysis is more reasonable. If I were asked to play Jiang Tong, I would be more afraid and cringe." Speaking of this, he started to joke again, "But I can only play middle-aged Jiang Tong hahaha."

Kuncheng then compromised, feeling that his thinking was a bit biased, but he has always been a director who is willing to accept the actor's advice. Filming is originally a team creation, and directors sometimes do not necessarily have a deeper feeling about a certain role than actors.

"Then let's do it again according to this idea."

Three or four more shots were taken, and Zhou Ziheng stared at the monitor, looking at the emotions in Xia Xiqing's eyes in the camera. For Xia Xiqing, pretending to be weak is not difficult at all. With his face, there is no sense of incongruity at all, but it is amazing that in Cheng Qiming's eyes, in addition to timidity and cringe, there is also a complex emotion, the discomfort of accepting the kindness of others, and the stubbornness hidden in his bones.

Those emotions belong to Xia Xiqing.

"Okay." Director Kun glanced at his watch. It was already three o'clock in the morning. "Let's hurry up, we can't take pictures at dawn."

The last scene was a conflict scene in which Gao Kun participated. The stylist took Guo Yang down to change clothes, the makeup artist came up to make up Xia Xiqing, and Zhou Ziheng was next to him to help him play.

As he spoke the lines, Xia Xiqing glanced at Zhou Ziheng. His face looked very ugly. Herpes on the corner of his mouth on his right were broken. His eye sockets were deep, his face was unhealthy yellow, and his neck lymph was swollen. Although he knew that this was the makeup artist's credit, he couldn't say why. He felt distressed just by looking at Xia Xiqing.

"Don't look at me." Zhou Ziheng covered his face with the script.

"Don't look at him," the makeup artist held Xia Xiqing's chin with his hands, "I can't even put on makeup when I just watched him."

"Who sees him?" Xia Xiqing turned his head and heard Zhou Ziheng laughing beside him.

He suddenly remembered that at the beginning, he had to make trouble for the audition to prevent other young actors from filming with Zhou Ziheng. Thinking of this, he was really stupid at the beginning.

But if he didn't come, they might be just a relationship that could not be broken until now.

"The first time in the 76th scene of "Stalking", action!"

It was raining heavily. After moving the goods, Jiang Tong quietly entered the employee lounge, took off his coat and sucked some water with a towel, and then put it on his body again.

When he closed the lattice cabinet, he saw the bento box inside and a small box of chocolate.

After this night, I bought a hot three-fresh bean curd tomorrow morning and took it to the hospital to find Gao Kun. Jiang Tong closed the cabinet door, took out his cell phone and took a look at the time. When he was about to put it back, a text message came. He hurriedly stuffed his cell phone into his pants pocket, walked out of the lounge, and looked around.

There was a man in a well-suited suit standing outside the convenience store, still holding the dark umbrella. He leaned back and showed his face to smile at Jiang Tong.

Jiang Tong glanced at the cashier. A girl who was working on the night shift with him tonight was looking down and focused on the drama. He used the excuse to go out and bent down when he saw Cheng Qiming.

Cheng Qiming walked under the eaves of the convenience store, put away his umbrella, and smiled kindly, "Others have shifts, why do you work all night every day?"

The rain sounded loudly, but fortunately his voice was loud, Jiang Tong could barely hear it clearly. He lowered his head halfway, trying to explain but couldn't explain, "I...I..."

"I'll ask, don't be nervous." He naturally reached out and patted Jiang Tong's thin shoulders, but Jiang Tong hid sensitively and did not look up.

"Oh by the way," Cheng Qiming immediately changed the topic, "You said you had something to tell me, what's the matter?" Jiang Tong had a smell of disinfectant water on his body, and it was obvious that he asked again, "Is it related to your sick friend?"

Jiang Tong understood this sentence very clearly. He nodded immediately, subconsciously trying to compare sign language, but as soon as he raised his hand, he explained to him with great difficulty, "I'm sick, sick... very serious... need, a lot of money... you, you..." He was too anxious and accidentally choked and coughed several times. Cheng Qiming stepped forward and patted his back, "Slow down, slow down." He looked up at the convenience store, "It's not convenient to talk here, why don't you go to the car and talk to me?"

Jiang Tong glanced at the car and shook his head, "I...I want to...I want to...borrow some money..." He said the last word "money" lightly. The humbleness in his bones and the embarrassment from childhood to adulthood made him unable to withdraw money openly. But he was afraid that Cheng Qiming thought he was a liar and wanted to explain it clearly to him. He took out the book and pen from his working compartment pocket, "You...you...wait...I..."

After saying that, he squatted down quickly, desperately trying to write down everything he wanted to say, what disease Gao Kun had, why he had it, and why he had to pay for his own treatment. He wrote it clearly in the whole story, but the more he wrote it, the more anxious he became, and his whole body was trembling.

"Don't worry, come, let's get up and say." Cheng Qiming pulled Jiang Tong up, "We'd better go to the car. You can sit there. It's inconvenient to stand here."
To be continued...