Chapter 35: Hurt makeup The costume assistant held a robe from behind, covering Mr.
Zhuang, and escorted people from this room to that room and to the shooting scene.
The setting in the room is eerie and realistic.
The crew spent a lot of money to set up the scenery, which is really not short of money.
The copper pattern on the wall glows with greenish-gold luster, the lighting atmosphere is strange, and the eagle standing in the corner makes a sharp cry from time to time.
The highlight of this scene is actually that two guys who were on the run in embarrassment failed to escape the trap set up by Dongchang's minions, and were betrayed and accidentally captured.
However, Daxia Yun still protected the burdensome young prince, and he was burning with jealousy.
The factory supervisor is going to kill his nemesis.
This kind of tense confrontation, torture, and bloody scenes is very interesting when shown on the big screen, and the audience likes it the most.
However, when it was shot on the set, it was very cumbersome and embarrassing.
The camera has taken numerous close-ups of Zhuang Xiao from various directions and angles.
The real shooting scene is very ridiculous.
Zhuang Xiao is lying on the ground in a posture of being seriously injured and vomiting blood.
His expression is as if he is in jail and on the verge of death, with someone stepping on his heart.
At the same time, a big black camera is looking at Mr.
Zhuang's shoulders, chest, and lower abdomen.
The details of the wound were photographed wildly.
The director wanted to pursue the texture of details, so he was very knowledgeable in choosing the angle of the camera.
The strong light hit Zhuang Xiao's chest, and the camera was lowered to shoot from the side.
The toned chest shone, and the muscles under the light showed a sculptural texture.
Every muscle was sculpted.
The texture of the wound and skin exploded with a masculine atmosphere.
The foot wearing official boots that crushed Zhuang Xiao's chest should have been Pei Yan's foot, the factory director.
But at this moment, a stand-in who specializes in positioning and doing chores was stepping on it for him, because as the leading actor, it was really inconvenient for Pei Yan to step on it himself.
In this shot, "Eunuch Cen" does not show his face, but only shows one shoe-wearing foot.
According to the unwritten rules, from positioning to actual shooting, there was no need to bother with the starring role.
The stand-in was always there to step on the stage, and what was shot was a close-up of Zhuang Xiao.
Pei Yan could only move a small stool to sit on one side and watch.
If he insists on poking it and using it as a wooden pole, others will definitely think he is sick.
"Hey, please step more gently for Mr.
Zhuang.
I can see the footprints."
Pei Yan shouted to the stand-in with a mouthful of hot eggplant in her mouth.
"Don't worry, Brother Pei, I don't even dare to step on the ground," the stand-in said with a smile.
"Really?
I look at your feet and they are always trembling," Pei Yan said.
"I'm just trembling.
Because I've always been on my own, I don't dare to step on it," the stand-in said.
"It's quite discerning."
Pei Yan muttered.
A group of people were chatting while taking a close-up of a seriously injured person vomiting blood.
After Zhuang Xiao vomited a mouthful of blood, he took the cup handed by the prop assistant, took another sip, took a few shots and then lay down.
The posture made him cramp. .
During the interval between shots, Pei Yan slipped over and squatted beside him: "Hey, blood tastes terrible, right?"
Zhuang Xiao nodded with a blink of an eye: It tastes damn awful.
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"Sweet."
Pei Yan said, "I'm most afraid of sweet things.
Every time I drink blood, it makes me sick."
Zhuang Xiao said: "It's not really sweet, it has a strange smell."
Pei Yan asked: "Does the fake blood on American studios taste better or the fake blood in our country?"
"It doesn't taste good."
Zhuang Xiao was able to make him laugh again.
The two of them could always argue, "They put ketchup in it.
They probably think ketchup is very delicious.
Why are you filming a scene where you vomit blood?"
I can’t eat French fries with it, and I won’t have a burger, so who can drink a bowl of ketchup for free, will it taste good?”
"Hehehe" Pei Yan laughed under his breath, looking at the other person complaining, and the increasingly real face moved him the most.
After finishing the close-up of the part where he was vomiting blood, he no longer had to focus on the face, so he handed over another mint candy.
It was inconvenient to see Zhuang Xiao's hands covered with blood, so he peeled off the candy wrapper and brought it to his mouth
In the next scene, Eunuch Cen still doesn't show his face.
Another prisoner who was captured alive will be beaten and tortured, but it's Brother Xing, who also has to take off his little fresh meat.
Xing Rong also worked hard in the dressing room for a long time before coming out.
With the help of his assistant, he put on his outer robe and held an umbrella across the street, and quickly got into the shooting scene, fearing that someone would take photos that were not suitable for exposure.
The venue is temporarily cleared, and all irrelevant personnel are asked to go out and wait outside.
Of course Xing Rong took off her clothes in a more subtle way.
The agent had negotiated with the crew in advance that they could not take too explicit close-ups of the naked body.
They could only show their shoulders, chest, and back, and they had to use a camera to cover the two red spots on their chests.
Brother Xing was lying on the cold floor of the room, his jade body spread out, half-covered by his robe, still holding a pipa.
He looked so charming.
The word "delicate" is what defines the eyebrows.
The eyelashes are flickering, and there are two lines of clear tears on them.
Even if they are injured like this, they can give off a charming look.
It is indeed beautiful, Pei Yan sighed to himself.
Anyway, no one would use the word "beautiful" to describe Pei Xiaobald.
Others would describe him as "hot", "rough" or "wild".
It was still the stand-in's foot that used the tip of his boot to pull at Xing Rong.
Xing Rong's robe was slowly opened, revealing a piece of white skin.
Pei Yan rolled her eyes, it was so white.
He is also a real man with a handle, but it is not to his liking.
Secret fantasies and desires are quite weird.
It's not that Mr.
Xing is not handsome enough.
Tastes really vary from person to person.
There were several bloody wounds on Xing Rong's shoulder, half open and half closed.
The robe was slowly pulled down, and then pulled by Xing Rong, exposing her collarbone, shoulders and chest just right, but covering two points.
The camera was photographing her left and right.
At first glance, she looked like a beauty wearing a tube top in a picture of a lady from the Tang Dynasty.
People are compassionate The two "captives" were directed by the director and surrounded by the camera crew, and some lingering scenes were filmed where they vomited blood and gave greasy final words.
He didn't want to die quickly.
When he was about to die, he stood up and said two lines.
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When he was about to die, he stood up again and vomited blood and said two lines.
They were like two weaklings who couldn't be killed.
Pei Yan left.
I didn’t go out and watch.
Uncomfortable, don't like to watch, don't want to watch.
After lunch, he picked up the rice and turned on his phone.
Zhuang Xiao was inconvenient because he was wearing makeup, so he went to his room to sit and eat.
Pei Yan ate up a box of sweet and sour pork ribs with his garlic chili sauce.
After eating, he went to throw the lunch box in the trash can.
He heard it on the corner of the street on the set.
"It's in the clothing room.
Go and express your condolences," the agent said.
"I just sent my greetings and asked them how hard they worked.
After asking, I still poked at them and refused to leave," Xing Rong said.
"Your personality is like this, so you won't get into trouble."
The agent said.
"What's wrong with my personality?"
Xing Rong's tone was unpleasant and awkward.
"In this industry, personality determines a person's development pattern.
If you are too introverted and don't know how to interact with others, your pattern will be like this."
The agent is straightforward.
Pei Yan whistled, turned around and left without stopping.
Xing Rong's face must have been very ugly at that time.
He bit his lip and endured it for a long time: "Whoever should do it will have the bigger picture."
The agent said: "Look at Pei Yan, he is very good at talking to and getting along with anyone.
He is just following Zhuang Xiao's hype.
Who can't see that those old cadres with official spouses have all gotten married and had children recently?
The child is gone and is now one There is a vacuum, let’s see who can fill it.
The character of Zhuang Xiao, a veteran in costume films, is quite durable, because he does have real skills, a great martial artist image in serious dramas, he is upright, he has acting skills and he is a celebrity, and the audience recognizes him very much.
Pei Yan is so fine."
Xing Rong snorted; "How can I compare with Pei Yan?
Who is he?"
The manager said to him unceremoniously: "You come from a small place, so you can't compare."
Xing Rong's face turned blue and he vomited so much that he didn't even eat his lunch.
Later, he passed by Pei Yan without even saying hello.
He was thirsty on the set in the morning and took out the canned drink he had brought with him.
He did not forget to hand Mr.
Zhuang a bottle of drink to show his friendliness and courtesy.
Zhuang Xiao thanked him politely, and then declined in a distant manner.
He didn't even take his drink and walked away with a pot of hot tea he had brought.
Immediately, he saw Uncle Pei carrying a pot of some unknown tea, humming a little tune, squatting with Zhuang Xiao, drinking tea and chatting.
He comes from a small place.
He can't match Pei Yan's background, and he can't create such a cool and arrogant young master persona.
He can only be an honest and obedient person, so honest that his agent and the company's team director dare to He was ridiculed casually and thought he was incompetent, but he didn't dare to talk back because the company was his father and mother.
His encyclopedia resume always said he was from the Imperial Capital, but he was not.
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His family came from a small third-level county in a province that surrounded the Imperial Capital.
It was still 180 kilometers away from the provincial capital.
It took more than an hour to get to Beijing by train.
Anyway, when everyone enters the industry, they change their place of birth, primary school and middle school, Weifang is changed to Qingdao, Benxi is changed to Dalian, and those in northern Jiangsu dare to say that they are from Jing'an District, Shanghai.
He and Pei Yan were not born on the same starting line.
So Pei Yan doesn't seem to be in a hurry or panic, and he doesn't lick anyone.
It doesn't matter whether he is red or not, or how red he is.
But he can't.
Step by step into the big city and see the colorful world of children, there is no way to go back, unless he becomes popular.
I can't even earn enough to buy a house for my parents.
His parents don't have any money, and the whole family is a small bourgeois with no vision.
No resources can help him.
When work was about to start in the afternoon, Pei Yan went to the dressing room to touch up her makeup.
She walked with her head down without raising her eyelids.
He suddenly stopped.
In just a few hours, there was something good happening online.
Yesterday's hot search for eating noodles hasn't gone down yet, but it's here again today.
The big picture posted this time is a photo of Mr.
Rong on the set with his shoulders half-covered.
Xing Rong had never taken off her clothes before.
She was so talented that it was hard to expose her shoulders, so it was never in vain.
Wasn't the set cleared just now?
There was no one else in the studio at all.
Except for a few leading actors and crew members, the Xing Rong family's managers and assistants were present. hehe.
Pei Yan pulled down the pictures with an expressionless expression, and pulled down the pictures he expected.
Prince Zhu fell limply on the ground, and Daxia Yun embraced the beauty from behind.
He inquired about the injury with great affection and acted as a protector.
In fact, the shot just flashed by, a dynamic action.
There was no ambiguity when shooting, but the close-up was just right.
The angle was tricky, and no s was used.
Zhuang Xiao's strong chest contrasted with Young Master Rong's natural beauty, making him look like a real person.
To Bi people.
A group of fans danced after listening to the song, saying, "It's so beautiful," "It's a perfect match," and "This is the correct way to open a c, without having sex with a shemale."
The other half of the fans seriously disliked him, saying, "Don't make me hype," "Please don't affect Rong's serious filming," and "Thank you for paying attention to Mr.
Rong.
Please only talk about his works and acting skills.
The eight works he filmed this year are Jiang "Barabara stuffed with soy sauce" and "Take Rong Rong away without making a date", so the topic became popular.
Pei Yan glanced at the screen coldly, and suddenly a burning anger shot up from his chest.
He ate too much chili pepper and silently uttered a string of curse words.
Who the hell asked you on a date?
How many dates do you have?
You are a shemale and your whole family is a shemale.
Can you film well?
Are you not thinking about filming?
It just so happens that my mind is not on filming these days.
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What do you want to do?
I'll help you.
In the afternoon scene, the vicious "Eunuch Cen" finally appeared on the scene.
He has a chain on his body, a whip in his hand, and an eagle behind him.
Love but cannot be pleased, seek for what cannot be obtained, be sad but cannot make a sound of sorrow, anger swells into a deep red color.
Veins popped out in the hand holding the whip, the acupuncture points on his forehead were twitching, and his eyes were congested with red threads.
"Eunuch Cen" used a steel whip in his hand to whip the person's skin and flesh to pieces, one whip after another.
They chatted with each other for a long time before the beating.
He sat cross-legged in front of Zhuang Xiao and said, "Hey, I'll hit him gently."
Zhuang Xiao said: "It's okay, let's fight, once and for all."
Pei Yan mouthed: "The beating was too hard, it hurts."
Zhuang Xiao said calmly: "The director won't give you a thumbs-up, and you have to reshoot endlessly.
I still find it troublesome."
Pei Yan said: "Don't worry, I have experience and I know how to fight."
Zhuang Xiao seemed to ask casually: "What experience do you have?"
Pei Yan said with the most subtle words: I have experience loving you.
Fire suddenly burst out from the walls that shone with bronze and gold.
The lit torch reflected the tough face of the tortured man, and there were blood stains between the black hair.
A line of blood slid down the brow bone and slid down the eyelids.
A close-up shot showed a drop of blood on the eyelashes, and then slid across the masculine chin.
The chin was immediately lifted up by the hand holding the whip, and their eyes faced each other coldly.
"Why is this?"
Pei Yan said.
"Why can't you obey my orders and surrender to me?
I promise you the best."
"Impossible."
Zhuang Xiao replied.
He closed his eyes sadly, his eyeliner flickering in the light, then opened his eyes and ordered his men: "Hang up Yunzhong, I will tear him into pieces.
What I can't get, no one can get it."
A group of minions pounced on him and hung him on the beam in the middle of the hall, making a "big" shape.
Are you showing off your acting skills?
It looks like it’s real.
The steel whip was pulled down brazenly, making the sound of cracking silk in the air.
The attack was very ruthless, and it was a method of tearing flesh.
It was cruel and accurate, and the tip of the whip accurately coincided with a certain wound on Zhuang Xiao's body.
Another whip fell just right on another wound.
This will be easy to do later on.
A whip is a whip, nothing is wasted.
"Tear your flesh into pieces and feed it to my eagle.
Keep the blood for me to drink."
Pei Yan said softly.
Zhuang Xiao's expression was that of pain.
Under his brutal torture, his muscles trembled and blood burst out all over his body.
The prop boy was waiting next to him.
Every time he flashed a shot, he dipped his brush in red soup to add oil and vinegar to Zhuang Xiao's wounds.
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Pei Yan stared at Zhuang Xiao's trembling Adam's apple, then whipped him again, hitting his collarbone, and then watched Zhuang Xiao lean back in pain, making a forbearing, painful guttural sound, and then slowly lowered his head, his Adam's apple kept coming. slide His eyes slid to the softest and most attractive place between the collarbones, and then to the chest, with two dark red spots and a network of scars.
Zhuang Xiao's upper body was naked, and his lower body was in white trousers pulled down to the mermaid line.
The silk and satin are covered with blood, giving rise to a strong desire to ravage and destroy.
The line in his mind is: peel off your flesh, I want every piece.
I really want to fuck this man.
I have imagined this scene countless times in my mind, when I am having fun in bed in the dead of night, even though I know it is impossible, it is impossible for a person like Zhuang Xiao to satisfy his bad taste in bed in this life.
He didn't have too much expectations.
He cherishes the people he likes so much.
Pei Yan opened his arms and started to pump wildly.
In order not to hurt the opponent, he exerted force in the air, and then quietly withdrew the force the moment it touched the opponent's flesh, and the force he had removed was absorbed by himself.
His shoulder was about to cramp, and the whole muscle was tangled, which hurt his arm.
I took several shots of the first three and last four.
The director must have been satisfied and clapped his hands and shouted.
As soon as the camera pinched, Pei Yan turned around and shook his arm, trying to relax himself.
He was really cramping.
He waved his arms and walked around the room, then walked back and looked at Zhuang Xiao.
The two knew it well.
Zhuang Xiao gave him a look: "You're too gentle, it's itchy."
Pei Yan walked over aggressively with a whip in his hand: "I'll see where you're itching, and where's your itching?"
Zhuang Xiao: "Get out of here."
Pei Yan: "I'll slap you wherever it itches."
"You're doing it!"
Zhuang Xiao laughed out loud, "It's hard for me to act like this.
I have to pretend that I'm in special pain."
Pei Yan held the whip and put her hands on her hips: "It's hard for me to act, so why don't I pretend to beat you so much that it feels so good, but it's actually you who feels so good?
My shoulders are cramping."
Zhuang Xiao said: "So you want to compete with me in acting?"
Both of them laughed out loud, making fun of the poor and making nonsense in front of everyone on the crew.
The "Prince Zhu" not far away blended into the color of the background cloth, and one of them pretended to be distracted.
Pei Yan just did it on purpose, and she felt a bit fussy in her heart.
Who is a "good match" for whom?
Someone is fucking blind.
He whipped Zhuang Xiao with a whip, which made him hard.
Wearing a large ancient official uniform, outsiders couldn't tell, so he was unrestrained and kept his erection under the robe.
It's been a long, long time since I've been so obsessed with someone, like a fool who's just getting a taste of it.
The iron rod is propped up, and the satin pants rub against his thighs, which is particularly comfortable. gd1806102: