Chapter 621: An Exquisite Young Man
Everyone had to hurry up to finish the short film without disturbing the others . Naturally, Qin Guan was assigned a task as soon as he arrived .
The assistant director, who was in charge of the figurants and the main actors, walked over to Qin Guan with a smile .
"How are you doing, Qin Guan? Are you tired after your long journey? Your scene is next . Could you give the others a lesson in your spare time?"
He dared not shout at a Best Actor Award winner, like Director Zhang did . Although the young man had shot no famous films in China, he was a two-time Best Actor Award winner . Very seldom did a Chinese actor win such an award abroad, so all the winners were worshipped in the domestic film circle .
Even though he hadn't been tested in China, Qin Guan was still a gift from god in the eyes of the investors .
The assistant director was kind and careful as he talked to him .
Qin Guan, who was an easy-going man, agreed right away . All the people around him were big shots in their own industries .
It's a pity that I did not bring Cong Nianwei . The director of the Sculpting Department of the Central Academy of Fine Arts is also here .
The Chinese stamp at the beginning of the film was his work .
Qin Guan's team got to work . Sister Xue gathered the dancers to teach them some basic shooting skills, while Qin Guan was responsible for the main actors during the scene .
"Grandpa Qian, you don't need to walk in during the scene . Just look up while you're carving the jade, so the cameraman can film the side of your face . Don't pay attention to the camera under the glass . It will be recording automatically . "
"The dancers' job is a lot easier . Lin Juanjuan, do you see that white circle on the ground? That's your position . You can do anything you like within it . "
The three dancers were looking at him with sparkling eyes . They were all leading figures within their own industry, but Qin Guan would be their teacher while they shot the film .
Zhang Yimou smiled until wrinkles formed on his face . I didn't think Qin Guan would like teaching others .
"Are you ready? We can watch the other actors perform now . Don't be nervous . Your parts are short . Plus, they showcase your abilities . Just follow my instructions . "
Everyone nodded in unison . Zhang Yimou suddenly remembered something and pointed to Qin Guan .
"You go first . Show them what you can do!"
"Okay!"
Qin Guan walked out boldly .
He was wearing a loose linen outfit . His cyan pants were hanging down over his black cloth shoes as he walked to the site leisurely . He sneezed three times on his way there .
His thin clothes and the shooting location were to blame .
The bamboo house was located next to a lake, and white mist was lingering around the area . The place was not inhabitable by any means .
Cold air rose up from the silver waves as an autumn breeze blew above the lake and over to the bamboo house . Qin Guan was sitting in the center of the hall, facing the green mountains and the blue lake . The thin bamboo-paved road led to the wharf on the bank .
Qin Guan had no idea how ancient people had been able to behave so elegantly in such an environment, but he knew why those talented people had died at a young age . They must have frozen to death .
Nobody showed any mercy on him . Everyone was completely absorbed in the beautiful scenery .
"Three, two, camera!"
Qin Guan began performing .
He sat cross-legged on the ground before a traditional Chinese table with a pile of bamboo slips on it .
Both his back and neck were straight . He seemed to be talking with ancient people across a one-thousand-year timeline .
His clothes were blowing in the wind as he held an elegant brush in his hand .
The brush, which was soaked in dense ink, was dancing on the bamboo slips, leaving characters behind it . The script was of a regular but old style that only used characters .
The camera shifted from his back and the elegant handwriting to his face . What an exquisite young man!
There was an ancient poem that started with the phrase "A jade-like person walking on the field . . . " That phrase could describe the scene aptly .
Grandpa Qian, who had been a representative of painters, calligraphers and sculptors in the 1930s, was completely lost in the scene .
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