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The weather in Jiangcheng is hot in summer, and there is often not a drop of rain for ten days and a half. The crew waited for nearly half a month before a rainstorm with lightning and thunder.
So the director made a quick decision and decided to shoot the rain scene that has been delayed until tonight.
"Are you guys okay?" Director Zhao looked at Qin Nuan and the other leading actors and asked.
Qin Nuan has been practicing hard with the martial arts teacher during this period. He has a lot of bruises on his body, and he has finally mastered all the moves very well.
She nodded, and Song Zhan and Wen Yihui also said there was no problem.
Director Zhao nodded with satisfaction and added, "Everyone is soaked in the rain. It's troublesome for you actors to touch up your makeup. It's best to do it within two or three times."
Although it would be fine if two or three of them could be passed, he actually hoped that the three of them could pass it in one.
Qin Nuan made an OK gesture, "I understand!"
After Director Zhao heard this, he went to arrange the venue and decorate the venue.
Song Zhan glanced at Qin Nuan, then walked towards Wen Yihui.
Seeing Song Zhan approaching, Wen Yihui instinctively took a step back, "What do you want to do?"
Since the last time he and Qin Nuan watched a play together, he has not bothered them both for a long time. Why did Song Zhan come to him now?
Song Zhan glanced at Wen Yihui's half step back and raised his eyebrows.
As for that?
So cowardly.
"We'll try our best to pass the fight in one go. Nuan Nuan is not feeling well. We don't want her to be exposed to the rain for too long."
It turned out to be this?
Wen Yihui breathed a subtle sigh of relief, then looked at Song Zhan and responded in a nonchalant manner, "I understand!"
He doesn¡¯t have many roles in this fight scene, he only has a few simple actions, so it¡¯s not a big problem to pass one line.
¡°And, needless to say, Song Zhan couldn¡¯t bear to let his sister Nuan Nuan get wet in the rain all the time, okay?
After each team is ready, filming officially begins.
Qin Nuan was a little nervous reflexively when she saw the director holding six figures, up, down, front, back, left and right, in the bamboo forest.
This time the fight scene required wire-drawing throughout the whole process. Although they had rehearsed several times in the practice room, the feeling was still different when they actually started filming.
Qin Nuan was dressed in green, carrying a long sword, sheathing the wire, standing on the ground, holding an oil-paper umbrella.
Song Zhan stood opposite Qin Nuan.
The camera teacher adjusted the lens and lighting according to their positions, and then gave the director an OK gesture.
Director Zhao stood behind the screen, nervously and excitedly picked up the microphone and shouted: "The first time in Game 72, let's begin!"
As Director Zhao finished speaking, a bolt of lightning fell from the sky, and thunder rolled.
The look on Qin Nuan's face changed instantly. She looked at Song Zhan almost madly and almost despairingly, her eyes were red, "Murong Xiao, you slaughtered all the people in my Ye Jian Villa, today I will take the money for the one hundred and one dead souls of my Ye family. Your life!"
Song Zhan looked in pain, and he shook his head, "Fu Ling, things are not what you think."
But Qin Nuan didn't give Song Zhan a chance to speak. She held a long sword and rushed towards Song Zhan. The cold rain slid down the hilt of the sword, and the tip of the sword glowed with cold light, pointing directly at Song Zhan. .
At this time, another lightning fell in the sky.
Song Zhan¡¯s face was half-dark, with a complicated look in his eyes, as if he couldn¡¯t believe that the lovers who knew each other in the past were now facing each other with a knife.
He didn¡¯t want to avoid it.
Because he didn¡¯t believe that Ye Fuling would really take his life.
But looking at the overwhelming hatred in her eyes, he felt a little uncertain in his heart.
Just when the tip of the sword was less than an inch away from Song Zhan's Adam's apple, Song Zhan tilted his head slightly, touched the ground with his toes, and twisted his body slightly to avoid this fatal sword with no risk. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com