Chapter 695
Obedient Hao Chun
Looking into her alluring eyes and feeling her gentle touch, Jiang Yang's throat bobbed slightly, and he asked in a slightly hoarse voice, "What are you going to do?"
Bai Lu tiptoed closer to his ear and whispered, her voice gentle yet teasing: "This time, the paparazzi are going to shut the boss up."
Without giving Jiang Yang time to react, she stood on tiptoe again and kissed him.
This time, she wasn't as eager or frantic as before. Instead, she gave him a light kiss, her lips gently touching Jiang Yang's lips, tender and delicate.
She was cautious, with a hint of shyness and an undisguised joy.
Caught off guard, Jiang Yang was kissed by her again. His body stiffened slightly, and he instinctively wanted to push her away, but when he felt her gentle kiss and the touch of her fingertips, he stopped.
The rationality in his heart gradually dissipated in the gentle kiss and ambiguous atmosphere, replaced by excitement and desire. He began to half-heartedly resist, slowly relaxing and gradually enjoying the gentle kiss.
He raised his hand and gently embraced Bai Lu's waist. He was very gentle and careful, and he could feel the slenderness and softness of Bai Lu's waist. The warm touch from his fingertips made him even more dazed.
Then, his hand slowly slipped under Bai Lu's back, his fingertips gently caressing her skin, warm, delicate, and carrying a faint fragrance.
Bai Lu shuddered at his touch, her body trembled slightly, her cheeks turned even redder, and her breathing became rapid.
She hadn't expected Jiang Yang to touch her back so readily. The touch sent shivers down her spine, her heart pounded as if it would burst out of her chest, her fingertips trembled, and the desire in her heart grew stronger and stronger.
Jiang Yang's hand slowly moved down, finally landing on Bai Lu's buttocks, gently stroking them with tenderness, showing no intention of hitting her.
Bai Lu tensed up at first, instinctively thinking that Jiang Yang was going to hit her, and her heart jumped into her throat. But when she felt his gentle touch and the warmth of his fingertips, her heart slowly calmed down and she felt much more at ease.
She even deliberately stuck out her bottom and rubbed it against Jiang Yang's hand, her tone carrying a hint of coquettishness, her eyes full of shyness and joy.
She liked the feeling of being touched by Jiang Yang, the feeling of being valued and favored by him. This feeling made her feel extremely safe and satisfied.
As Bai Lu kissed Jiang Yang, she slowly deepened the kiss, her lips slightly parted, gently probing into Jiang Yang's mouth, intertwining with his in a tender and lingering kiss.
Her kiss, which started as a tentative exploration, grew increasingly passionate and intense, as if she wanted to convey all her love and longing to Jiang Yang through it.
Jiang Yang gradually succumbed to her charms, no longer restraining his feelings, and actively responded to her kiss, his hand still gently caressing her buttocks, the movements tender and ambiguous.
Their breaths mingled, their warm breaths spraying onto each other's faces, and the ambiguous atmosphere in the air grew stronger.
After a long while, Bai Lu slowly released Jiang Yang's lips, and the kiss gradually moved down, from the corner of his mouth to his neck, gently kissing and licking the skin of his neck, leaving faint kiss marks.
Her movements were gentle and delicate, with a hint of teasing, sending shivers down Jiang Yang's spine and igniting the desire in his heart.
Her kisses continued to move downwards, tracing across his chest and landing on his waist and abdomen. Then, she slowly raised her hand, her fingertips gently unbuttoning Jiang Yang's trousers, her movements both tender and urgent, filled with a firm desire.
This time, Jiang Yang neither stopped her nor resisted. He simply looked at her quietly, his eyes filled with tenderness and doting, and a hint of undisguised longing. He completely let go of his worries and just wanted to enjoy this moment of tenderness and ambiguity.
Bai Lu sensed that he wasn't stopping her, and her joy grew stronger. She became bolder, her fingertips continuing to explore, slowly pulling down his pants, her eyes filled with anticipation and longing.
The afternoon sun outside was scorching.
The camera crew included a photographer dressed in black overalls who was half-squatting on the ground, gripping the camera tightly with both hands, his eyes pressed against the viewfinder, his brows slightly furrowed, occasionally whispering instructions to his assistant beside him, his fingertips deftly adjusting the camera settings, the lens moving slowly with his movements, precisely capturing every corner of the set.
Two assistants stood beside him. One held a spare lens, his posture upright, his eyes fixed on the photographer's movements, ready to step in and help at any moment. The other held a notebook, quickly jotting down the photographer's requests and shooting parameters, the pen gliding rapidly across the paper, afraid of missing any detail.
On both sides of the set, the lighting crew was busy adjusting the angle and brightness of the fill lights.
They were wearing heavy work clothes, with fine beads of sweat on their foreheads, sliding down their cheeks and soaking their collars, but they did not stop what they were doing.
Someone was standing on a ladder, carefully adjusting the height of the supplemental lights on the ceiling, gripping the light stands tightly with both hands, looking cautious, afraid of slipping.
Someone was squatting on the ground, adjusting the angle of the floor lights. While adjusting them, they looked up and observed the changes in the lighting of the set, whispering to their colleagues to ensure that the lighting could perfectly present the atmosphere of the retro living room, neither too bright nor too dim.
The production crew moved about in every corner of the set, their steps hurried and their expressions busy.
Someone was pushing a small cart full of props, which contained various items needed for filming, from delicate teacups and vases to soft cushions and blankets, all neatly arranged. They carefully pushed the cart, avoiding the busy crowds, and precisely delivered the props to the designated locations on the set. Then they carefully arranged the props to ensure that their placement met the script requirements.
Some people held walkie-talkies, speaking clearly and urgently into them from time to time, coordinating the work of various departments to ensure the smooth progress of filming, and to relay information and resolve any problems immediately.
Others patrolled around the set, checking the safety nets for sturdiness and ensuring the lighting fixtures and camera equipment were stable, eliminating any potential safety hazards.
The makeup and costume teams set up temporary makeup and costume rooms on one side of the set. The white tents swayed slightly in the wind, and soft lights shone inside.
The makeup artist was sitting in front of the mirror, touching up Tian Xiwei's makeup. She held the makeup brush in her fingertips and carefully applied foundation and eyeshadow, her expression focused.
Meanwhile, the costume crew was organizing the various costumes, neatly folding them and categorizing them by character. They carefully inspected the details, repaired minor damage, and ensured that every costume was clean, tidy, and met the requirements of the script, ready for the actors to change into at any time. Meanwhile, on the director's monitor...
Liu Haochun was sitting on a folding chair, intently studying directing knowledge. Her eyes were fixed on the directing book in her hands, her expression serious and focused. It was as if the whole world only consisted of her and the book in her hands, and the noise and busyness of the outside world could not disturb her.
At this moment, Liu Haochun was still a novice in the field of directing, and was quite unfamiliar with all kinds of knowledge about directing.
The book on directing in my hand is quite thick.
It was given to her by Jiang Yang.
His fingers gently traced the words on the page, carefully studying each one. His brow furrowed slightly from time to time, and his eyes were full of doubt, clearly indicating that he had encountered a problem he didn't understand.
Whenever this happens, she stops what she's doing, picks up her phone, and quickly swipes the screen to search for relevant information.
Her gaze would occasionally drift from her book, observing Zhou Hao's every movement and expression as he directed the film. She watched how he adjusted the camera angles, communicated with the actors, and controlled the filming rhythm. She noted down anything she didn't understand in her notebook, which was now filled with dense writing. Each question was marked with a small question mark, waiting for an answer.
She knew that Zhou Hao's directing skills were far inferior to Jiang Yang's.
But Jiang Yang isn't here.
Learn as much as you can.
Liu Haochun had too many questions she didn't understand. These questions were like a tangled mess, swirling around her mind and making it difficult for her to find peace.
How does a director determine the angle and framing of shots before filming?
She watched Zhou Hao skillfully direct the photographer to adjust the camera, her mind filled with doubt. She wondered if the choice of these angles and framing was based on experience or on specific theoretical basis, and she didn't know that different camera angles and framing could present different effects.
How can we effectively communicate with actors to help them quickly get into character?
She noticed that Zhou Hao would sometimes whisper to the actors and sometimes personally demonstrate the movements, which would allow the actors to quickly get into character. However, she didn't know what the communication techniques were, or how to accurately convey her requirements so that the actors could understand the character's emotions and psychology.
If unexpected situations such as actors making mistakes or props being damaged occur during filming, how should the director quickly handle them to ensure that the filming schedule is not affected?
She knew that unexpected situations often occurred on set, but as a director, she had to remain calm and solve problems quickly. However, she didn't know the specific methods for handling such situations, nor did she know how to resolve unexpected situations quickly without affecting the quality of filming.
How do you control the pace of the entire shoot, ensuring that every shot meets the script requirements and flows together to form a complete storyline?
She watched Zhou Hao staring at the monitor, pausing and rewinding from time to time to adjust the shooting rhythm. She was very curious, wondering what techniques were needed to control this rhythm and how to make the whole shooting process smooth and natural.
What tasks does the director need to participate in during post-production editing, and how can the footage be edited appropriately to highlight the key points and emotions of the story?
She knew that post-production editing was a crucial part of the entire filming process, but she didn't know what role the director played in post-production editing, or what editing knowledge was needed to ensure that the final product achieved the desired effect.
She could have easily gone up to Zhou Hao to ask him these questions, since he was an experienced director who could surely give her detailed answers. But she didn't do that. Instead, she silently wrote these questions down and waited for Jiang Yang to arrive so she could ask him for advice one by one.
Her thoughts were simple. She wasn't familiar with Zhou Hao. Since entering the film set, she and Zhou Hao had barely interacted. Most of the time, Zhou Hao was busy directing, and she was quietly observing from the side. There wasn't much interaction between them. She was too embarrassed to take the initiative to bother Zhou Hao, and she didn't want to delay his work because of her lack of knowledge.
More importantly, she wanted Jiang Yang to know that she had not let him down. She had been studying directing diligently and striving to improve herself. By asking Jiang Yang for advice, she wanted to show him her hard work and dedication, and let him know that she would not disappoint him.
She knew in her heart that Jiang Yang wanted her to learn directing in order to cultivate her, to give her more opportunities, and to help her acquire more skills so that she could go further in the entertainment industry.
She kept this sentiment in her heart, so she dared not slack off in the slightest. Even though she knew nothing about directing and the learning process was very difficult, she persisted and worked hard.
She wanted to repay Jiang Yang's trust and guidance through her own efforts, to become Jiang Yang's pride, and to let Jiang Yang know that he had not misjudged her.
After studying for a long time, Liu Haochun's eyes were a little sore. She gently rubbed her eyes, raised her head, stretched, and relieved the fatigue from sitting for so long.
She subconsciously looked back at the film set, her gaze slowly sweeping across every corner, and suddenly noticed that several people were missing from the set.
Jiangyang is gone, and so is Bailu.
Even Zhou Ye, who was always bustling around the set and would occasionally come over to chat with her, was nowhere to be seen.
Seeing that Zhou Ye was not there, Liu Haochun was not surprised at all. Zhou Ye had an almost obsessive dedication to being a delivery rider, like an addiction. Whenever he had free time, he would ride his electric bike out to do deliveries, and no matter how others tried to persuade or stop him, they couldn't stop him.
Bai Lu is impulsive, mischievous, and prone to throwing tantrums. She often acts without considering the situation or the seriousness of the matter, frequently angering Jiang Yang. Although Jiang Yang usually takes good care of the artists under his management and can joke around with anyone, when it comes to work, or when Bai Lu annoys him, he can't help but teach her a lesson.
With so many people on set, this lesson certainly wouldn't be taught in front of everyone. After all, Jiang Yang still had to consider Bai Lu's feelings and didn't want the other staff to laugh at him.
It's obvious that Jiang Yang will take her to a quiet place and give her a good scolding to teach her a lesson.
Thinking of this, Liu Haochun felt a sense of relief, his lips unconsciously curving upwards, and his eyes filled with a sense of relief.
She was grateful that she had never been scolded or disciplined by Jiang Yang, and that he would occasionally call her the obedient Hao Chun. (End of Chapter)