RBCT Chapter 122 Pure Man Jiang Wen
Chapter 122 Pure Man Jiang Wen
Chapter 122 Pure Man Jiang Wen
Although it is beginning of spring, the zero-degree cold wind in Yanjing is still expected to be chilly.
In the residential building of a diplomatic apartment on the side of Chang'an Street, Jiang Wen's studio is hidden here.
"Let the Bullets Fly", "One Step Away", and "Hidden Man", the Republic of China trilogy is basically written, cast, and prepared here.
Ye Qin stood alone at the door, but he still came.
If a literary film like "Secret Shore" is released, even if Jiang Niangniang opens her mouth, she must try her best to avoid it.
How can there be so much time?
I really thought that in the online article, the protagonist could be a monkey plucking his hair, and he frantically filmed more than a dozen movies in a few months. Don't look at Yang Xiaomi's work. After the filming, the resource reputation plummeted, and he was almost blacklisted by famous directors.
But who made it "Let the Bullets Fly", what kind of film is this?
It's not that kind of ordinary masterpiece, it's a very special kind, do you understand the inscription film?
Besides, he was playing the role of Little Six, so it couldn't be ok anymore, after the seppuku and jelly, it was over, and he could turn around and shoot "The Temptation of Going Home".
Dongdong, Ye Qin took a deep breath, bent his fingers and knocked on the door lightly.
"The door is unlocked, come in directly."
Ye Qin pushed the door open and entered, what greeted his eyes was the old house style of the last era, with a small area and simple furnishings.
I thought that a literary fan like Jiang Wen would have to be like Jobs no matter what, let’s build a record player and vinyl record, nothing, but put a potted plant in the window of the balcony.
And on the table, copybooks and books were piled high. Jiang Wen spread rice paper, cigar in his mouth, and writing brush.
"Sit casually, there is vodka on the coffee table, pour it yourself, wait for me for a while, and finish writing this word."
But Ye Qin leaned over, poking his head curiously, ah, Jiang Wen is copying "Bu Suanzi Yongmei" according to "Great Man's Poetry Handwriting":
"Wait until the mountain flowers are in full bloom."
Dare Zhang Muzhi to say that you are not a fan.
"You like this too?" Jiang Wen finished writing the last word "Shi", put away the pen, and puffed on his cigar.
"I want to learn." Ye Qin said with fiery eyes.
"If you want to learn from you, don't start from this, let's talk about this "Yong Mei". The great man began to write it in 1961. After finishing it, he wrote it for others, and then he wrote it for others. , just took it out and published it, only 1963 characters, and it took two years of tempering."
When Jiang Wen talked about him, his eyebrows were beaming, and his voice raised a few tunes: "Mao Ti, this is not something ordinary people can learn, you should get started first."
"Practice regular script first, and then practice cursive script?" Ye Qin casually said that he was an old fan, and this was also said by a great man.
"Really want to practice?"
"Then there are fakes."
Jiang Wen's eyes lit up, and he said carelessly: "That's it, first visit the stele of Qin Li, and then imitate the stele of Duobao."
"Thank you." Ye Qin deliberately changed the film.
Jiang Wen put down his pen and threw a bound script, "Take it."
Ye Qin's eyes were quick, his hands and feet were like the wind, he grasped without delay, and then showed his hand in front of Jiang Wen.
"Have you ever practiced martial arts?"
"To tell you the truth, the one who made his debut was Wu Ti."
"Hey, you kid, do you know why you are chosen to act?"
"I also want to know."
"Because you gave half of the soul of this script."
Jiang Wen briefly said a few words about the scene he met at the shooting range, "Let the bullets fly for a while, I like this sentence, do you know why not?"
Duck, why don't you play Huang Silang and tell Hu Jun to walk in three steps!
Ye Qin raised his lips. Luckily, his brother really knew: "I understand a little bit. Your "Sun" was said to be incomprehensible. It's not that you can't understand it. The bullet didn't fly."
"You fired, and the people didn't fall down. They yelled that they didn't understand. Don't worry, the bullets will hit them."
"It's a process."
Jiang Wen was stunned for a moment, blinked, looked up and down, and suddenly felt like old friends at first sight, "I didn't miss it."
Muttering, he rummaged through the bookcase and copied out two booklets, "Hey, take it, and return it to me after the filming is over."
It's done, get Jiang Wen's favorability +10086.
Ye Qin hooked his lips, and when he picked up the two copybooks, his face froze, and he looked back at the script feeling something was wrong.
Damn, why is this book only a dozen pages long?
Looking carefully, not to mention that there are no sub-cameras, the lines are not like a film.
For example, "The master is tall, the county magistrate is hard, and Mr. Huang is tall and hard." There is no such thing. The Hongmen Banquet of the Three Shadow Emperors, which is regarded as a classic chant, is like plain water on paper.
"Your book is weird?"
"Don't type crossword puzzles, you kid, do you want to ask why you haven't written them well?"
Jiang Wen walked to the tea table in stride, unscrewed the cap of vodka, poured a glass, and took a sip: "For the sake of your being Jiang Niangniang's nephew, I might as well tell you that this is only three-fifths, and the rest will be taken by the side." Shoot and write."
The corner of Ye Qin's mouth twitched, how could he follow Xiang Jiang's virtue.
Hong Kong Films is popular with the supplementary shooting system. Film directors, screenwriters, producers, and actors do not like to read or write.
It turned out that this was not the case at all during the on-site shooting. After shooting and editing, there was no way to make a film, and then the budget was allocated for reshoots.
As a result, the first filmed version and the released version can be said to be two films, almost all of which were reshoots.
There is also an atypical exception, Wang Sunglasses, "Days of Being Wild" can piss off investment bosses.
"You sit here first, and when the producer comes, we can talk about the salary contract. Hey, wait a minute, your agent didn't come?"
Only then did Jiang Wen discover the blind spot, and Ye Qin laughed and said, "Just give the child some pocket money."
"Hey, you kid, haha, get angry with me!"
At this moment, there were three rapid knocks on the door, and Marco pushed the door open and entered.
"Xiaojun, I can't stop it anymore, Chen Changhua came to find you by herself.
As soon as the words fell, Chen Changhua stood at the door and said respectfully, "Director Jiang."
Ye Qin ate melons at a close distance and was happy to watch.
Looking at Changhua on the left, he has been in the limelight recently. A "Painted Skin" breaks the pattern of major productions with Hong Kong stars mainly supporting the mainland, and is faintly higher than Liu Huohua and Huang Jiaozhu.
It is worth mentioning that he is this year's Hundred Flowers Best Actor.
Looking at Jiang Wen from the right, he made a toast gesture, "Come in for a drink?"
"Hey, don't waste Director Jiang's time, just keep saying something."
Chen Changhua smiled and said, "Do you dare to use an idol-type actor like me? Is there a role I can play in the film?"
Ye Qin touched his forehead, hehe, Chen Changhua is an idol actor, the threshold for this idol is a bit high!
But he didn't expect that for a role in "Let the Bullets Fly", Chen Changhua even used the "exciting method".
Then, Jiang Wen really liked this, or was moved by sincerity: "Okay, wait for the letter!"
"Director Jiang, please inform the time in advance, I will spare time and look forward to it!" Chen Changhua is decisive, coming like the wind, going like the wind, without even stepping into the door, just talk about a role.
Ye Qin was stunned, is this Zhang Muzhi's arrogance? He saw Jiang Wen pacing back and forth, drinking vodka from his glass:
"Marco, Chen Changhua will decide on Hu Wan."
"Wait, wait, Hu Wan? This is a rare opportunity."
Ma Ke said excitedly: "I am worried that the third child can't find a suitable one, so I simply let him come. "Painted Skin" is very popular, and Chen Changhua's box office appeal is not small."
Jiang Wen waved his hand: "No, he is too young to play the third child. The third child is very important!"
Ma Ke was angry, but he said helplessly: "Then you should at least find someone for me. All the previous auditions were rejected by you."
"How about, Liao Fan?"
Ye Qin's heart was pounding, and he intervened suddenly, which immediately attracted the attention of the two bosses. Their sharp and sharp eyes shot straight over, as if they wanted to pierce themselves.
Don't look at me, brother!
"Liao Fan?"
Ma Ke slammed his mouth, "It's really not bad, the best actor who was nominated for the Golden Horse Award in Wanwan is still Liao Lao's son!"
Jiang Wen looked back at Ye Qin, nodded slightly, "I'll make a call."
"Hey, is this a good time for you to call?"
"Others may not be suitable, but he is very suitable."
Jiang Wen raised his hand, picked up the phone and dialed directly. The beeping sound of the phone continued, and he swallowed.
"Hello, who is it?" Liao Fan on the other end of the phone replied.
"What scene have you been filming recently?" Jiang Wen smiled, and the laughter was heroic.
"I'm not filming, I'm on vacation." Liao Fan replied simply.
"Why don't you shoot?"
"No fun."
"Come take a picture with me, my brother wrote a notebook." Jiang Wen sat on the sofa, raised his legs like a sword, full of bossy demeanor, standard godfather style.
"Okay." Liao Fan didn't say much.
"Come to my house tomorrow, I'll make dumplings and chat while eating."
Hanging up the phone, Jiang Wen said again and again: "You kid, you kid, interesting, why did you think of Liao Fan?"
Ye Qin's heart skipped a beat, I can tell you that he was the one you were looking for, he was at a loss for words, he didn't know how to explain, but fortunately the cell phone rang in time for rescue.
Drop drop, drop drop.
But not his, but Marco's.
In the line of sight, I saw various changes in Ma Ke's face, and then handed the phone to Jiang Wen entangledly, but his eyes squinted at himself, with deep meaning.
"Why, who's calling?" Jiang Wen asked in surprise.
"Feng pants, he said that Ji Xiaolan wanted to bring his son to visit."
Thanks to the book friend Chicken Nugget Noodles for their monthly ticket support.
The address of Jiang Wen's studio is indeed in the diplomatic residence.
(End of this chapter)