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Chapter 6

    The angle of view is switched, looking from the hall, the camera focuses on Fu Sheng's face, the bright red cloak hat has fallen down as early as she was dancing, the cloud-like black hair is half-scattered, and half of the small face is blocked as if she wants to talk. , the thin chin is exposed, and then the pair of eyes that will seduce the soul.

    This is the peerless beauty who attracts the powerful and powerful as soon as she debuts!

    As the name suggests, Fang Qiaohe's tragic fate drifting like a rootless duckweed is mostly due to her beauty and the accompanying fragility that cannot protect herself. The character has to be breathtakingly beautiful to be believed.

    Absolutely, absolutely!

    Director Han patted his thighs. He picked up the mirror board and wrote like a fly. He directed the movement of the mirror to repeatedly take pictures of the scene of Fang Qiaohe performing on stage several times, showing Fu Sheng's beauty from various angles.

    What surprised him even more was that Fu Sheng was like an old actor who had grown up on the set. Many times Director Han only said the beginning, and Fu Sheng could immediately understand what the director wanted to show. When the guide got stuck and couldn't express it in his mouth, Fu Sheng could also understand it.

    Cut!

    Director Han finally caught a good seedling and took enough shots. He was about to get up and have a good conversation with Fu Sheng, but he didn't expect that next to him, the hair was lying on his scalp. The young man who couldn't pick it up jumped out, pushed aside the obstructing light plate, and rushed in front of Fu Sheng.

    "You...you can sing the ancient sound?" The

    ancient sound? It turns out that in this world, Fu Sheng's own opera tune, which combines the vocal characteristics of Peking Opera, is called ancient music in their culture.

    After Fu Sheng knew that the original book came from a completely different time and space, and then looked at the historical script in her hand, she thought more. Fu Sheng's world also has a long and long history, and the evolution of civilization is interlinked. She deduced the thousand-year lineage of this ABO world from her own civilization's last dream.

    Fang Qiaohe compared the timeline of the original book, but she was actually an ancient person hundreds of years ago. She couldn't sing the half-written and half-speaking lyrics with popular singing method. Fu Sheng played it by herself, but she did not expect such a good effect.     Fortunately, she once acted in a drama of the Republic of China. In that drama, she played a famous Kun Ling who moved the capital. It is not obvious that the country's hatred and family hated her children. He just immersed himself in the theater and forced himself to study for half a year. Although in the final film, her opera was still replaced by the opera teacher's aria, leaving only her tactful eyebrows in the close-up shots. Even her fans didn't know that Fu Sheng hangs her throat with the students of the Xiqu Academy every morning. It took a few months of practice to learn the real opera.     No kind of effort is meaningless. Fu Sheng was useless at that time, wouldn't Fu Sheng use it now?     "Where did you learn it? Isn't Gu Yin lost?" The man was still asking.     "It's not lost," Fu Sheng smiled. "In my hometown, there are still people singing."     "What's more, if it's really lost, how would you recognize it, teacher?" Fu Sheng smiled without leaking. Throw the question back to the young man.     The young man's small eyes gleamed behind his thick glasses, "I heard my grandma sing when I was young, but she can only sing a few lines.     " Fang Qiaohe's writing is not good! Mr. Fu, thank you, I know how to write it!"     It turned out that he was the screenwriter of the play, Xie Budong.     The costume drama in the original book was also filmed and broadcast at the same time. The screenwriter Xie Budong has been hiding in the crew and edited the script according to the performance of the actors. When someone asked him what he thought of his masterpiece, Xie Budong nodded and said reservedly: "It's good overall, but it hasn't reached my heart. I can write better works in the future.     " .

    Now, Qing Gao Xie Budong has turned around three times, and like a monkey, he has touched all the pockets all over his body. When inspiration comes, he can't stop it, and his creative desire is about to overflow.

    !

    There was a middle-aged man in a suit next to the director. He was holding a notebook and typing on the keyboard with one hand. Xie Budong didn't know whether he knew it or not.

    "Hey, how did you rob my computer!"

    "Don't move! Save it! Save it for me!!" The

    robbed bitter master didn't have the style of a noble boy at this moment. Can roll up his sleeves and perform full martial arts on the spot.

    "Stop it all!" Director Han sighed in the sky.

    He opened it one by one, and the computer was placed in the middle like a highland bunker that the military must fight for. Director Han sighed. He originally wanted to introduce the two of them. After all, they were both engaged in writing work. vengeance.

    "This is Zhang Qingcheng, the most popular independent film critic under Pioneer Film Critics..."

    "This is Xie Budong, the only screenwriter of our show..."

    Fu Sheng smiled without giving Chen Jinsheng a look. She walked to the sidelines, unfastened her ankle-length cloak, and turned it over and handed it over to the staff who kept the props. She didn't have an assistant, so she had to do it herself.

    Xiang Wan came over. The eldest princess she played was supposed to sit in the position where the emperor started to watch the play. The burden of this scene rested on Fu Sheng. The court only had a vague vision. Here, she can find a stand-in and sit there.

    But she still came in person, even if this piece was made into a film, it may not have her face.

    Xiang Wan held the iced mung bean soup prepared by her assistant in her hand, and laughed until her teeth disappeared: "Mr. Fu has worked hard!"

    "Here you are." Xiang Wan handed the mung bean soup forward, "Drink it, don't get heatstroke. That's it."

    A drop of sweat was falling down Fu Sheng's temple.

    She is filming off-season.

    It was the snowy Shangyuan Festival in the play, and it was the scorching summer season outside the play. Sitting still under the sun would inevitably sweat profusely. Fu Sheng wore a cloak and sang and danced, but there was no sweat on his face until the phone was turned off!

    Others are amazed at Fu Sheng's immortal appearance and acting skills, only Xiang Wan cares about whether she is hot or not.

    Fu Sheng took Xiang Wan's mung bean soup, which was cool and slightly sweet.