Chapter 105: Eight Takes

This woman is a bit greedy.

Two days ago, Li Luo found her stealing donkey meat and teased her, saying that if she ate like that, she would soon become a big fatty.

At that time, Fan Bingbing put her hands on her hips and said triumphantly that she was at most a "little fatty."

Thinking of this woman's plump buttocks in the future, Li Luo couldn't help but say that "Little Fatty" is good, why not just change her name to Fan Xiaopang!

It made her so angry.

Didn't expect her to bring it up again.

"Li Luo."

Fan Bingbing rolled up her sleeves and lifted her skirt: "Today I'll make you remember this lesson."

Under He Qun's helpless gaze, she rushed forward with flowery fists and embroidered legs, and the two chased each other around the white horse until Fan Bingbing's assistant coughed heavily, stopping the little farce.

Panting a few times.

And giving Li Luo a pretty, angry look, the woman flipped onto the horse.

She had filmed quite a few ancient costume dramas.

Fan Bingbing still had this bit of technique.

Once she sat steady, Li Luo, who was happy inside, also stepped on the stirrups cleanly and sat on the small double saddle.

His arm reached forward from the side of her waist and took the reins.

The saddle was indeed for two, but now it was no different from holding her in his arms; it was just that the princess costume Fan Bingbing was wearing was too thick, so there wasn't much of a graceful feeling.

"How is it?"

Li Luo didn't make any big movements, first letting the white horse turn around on the spot.

This kind of thing is like driving a motorcycle; the person driving isn't afraid no matter how they speed, because the control is in their hands, and the person sitting is scared to death.

The scene to be filmed next required Fan Bingbing to sit in front.

To be honest, that sense of speed would be stronger, so there must be an adaptation time.

"No problem."

Her body rose and fell with the horse's back, Fan Bingbing took a deep breath: "Let's go, you must not mess around!"

Knowing each other for more than a week.

She had a bit of a grasp of Li Luo's personality, knowing that this person liked to joke sometimes.

Although she was protected by the other party's arms, now that she was swaying with the horse, she still felt scared inside, and hurriedly reminded the guy not to mess around.

"Ha~"

Li Luo shook the reins lightly, and a soft call came from his mouth.

Exhaling a puff of mist.

The white horse walked forward leisurely.

This speed was no different from a stroll, and the two people and one horse swayed toward the mountain forest not far away.

The man was handsome, and the woman was cold and charming.

Fan Bingbing wore a red dress, which looked exceptionally dazzling in the large snow scene; Li Luo was also dressed as a chivalrous man, plus the long sword hanging on the side of the horse's neck swayed gently.

This didn't need any acting.

The two were like talented scholars and beautiful ladies from ancient times crossing the barrier of time, appearing in this world.

In front was the icy snow scene, and mist was lingering.

After walking a distance.

Only the sound of horse hooves could be heard.

Bursts of mountain wind drifted over.

Fan Bingbing didn't feel the slightest cold; the chest she was leaning against was hot enough.

The ground wasn't flat, and her body rose and fell with the horse's back, but she didn't feel scared at this time; the arms wrapped around her waist were strong enough, and she could feel that sense of power even through the thick clothes.

"How did you practice this technique?"

After wandering out for a distance, she couldn't help but ask: "I know quite a few actors who can ride horses, but they can't catch up to you."

"Just ride more."

Li Luo held the woman in his arms, thinking of a movie the other party had acted in, and sighed: "Maybe I'm more talented, I can also play some tricks on horseback, but I'll demonstrate that to you when I have the chance."

"Okay."

Not knowing what the other party was talking about, Fan Bingbing still agreed fully.

Blinking her eyes, she gritted her teeth and asked:

"Am I really fat?"

"Not fat."

Li Luo shook the reins, his gaze scanning everywhere: "Actually, it's not bad to be a little fat; besides, if you don't eat more meat, where will you get the strength to lose weight?"

"Right."

Fan Bingbing nodded heavily.

"Wrong."

She suddenly realized: "Hey, why are you so bad?"

"Giddyup."

Li Luo tapped the horse's belly with his feet at the right time, and a low shout came from his mouth.

The white horse turned from static to dynamic.

Trotting forward.

The speed suddenly picked up, giving Fan Bingbing a fright; she subconsciously leaned back, and a low scream came from her mouth: "Slow down, slow down, I'm scared!"

Facts proved that fear and liking are only a thin line apart.

In the woods.

Fan Bingbing's cheers soon rang out.

After all, filming all day, it was rare to have such an opportunity to play wantonly, so Li Luo simply took her to play "barrel racing" among the pine trees.

Of course, he didn't dare to play too big, this wasn't professional horse racing after all.

But even so, the feeling of weaving left and right among the trees still made Fan Bingbing's adrenaline soar; she had a bit of a boyish personality, and her silver-bell-like laughter didn't stop.

The two got familiar for a while, and then returned to the filming site.

Li Luo jumped off the horse and beckoned: "Get down, there's still more riding to do today."

Fragments that appear for a few minutes on TV.

When filming, it often takes hours, or even several days.

"Alright."

Fan Bingbing's expression was happy.

She truly had a fun time!

But her clothes were too loose, and her sleeve accidentally hooked the horse's slender ear while swinging.

This degree of harassment, of course, wouldn't scare the horse.

But it also snorted twice, and Fan Bingbing, who was stepping on the stirrup with one foot, had her landing position change quietly while swaying like this.

Watching that red robe fall toward him.

Li Luo immediately reached out and caught her steadily.

I don't know if it was because of the wind, but Fan Bingbing's tender face flushed with a faint rouge; he hadn't noticed while sitting behind, but now she fell into his arms head-on.

It made his eyes go straight.

"I say!"

Fan Bingbing's face became even redder, and she hurriedly coughed lightly:

"Can you put me down now?"

"Right away."

Li Luo didn't rush to let go, his arms weighing her slightly: "Not bad, not bad, I estimate about 110."

"Mm~~~"

Halfway through his sentence, his mouth was tightly covered by a cold palm.

Under the murderous gaze of the other party, he blinked rapidly, indicating he would absolutely not say the weight.

"If you dare to talk nonsense."

After Fan Bingbing landed, she pinched her small fist and threatened: "See if I don't fix you!"

Amidst Li Luo's laughter, the two walked toward the preparation site together, pulling the horse; the male and female leads went out for a stroll, and no one would say anything, they were all playing under the director's orders.

Shouting continued at the scene.

The staff was preparing for the preliminary work, cameras were set up in the middle of the snow, and even the crane was set up high.

They were about to ride this white horse and run away on a fixed route.

Besides that, the crew also built a simple track more than ten meters long on the ground, which was for close-up shots.

The photographer couldn't ride a horse and follow them to film.

They could only use some clever ways.

"Just in time."

Seeing them return, He Qun patted the fake horse above the track table: "It's almost done here, half an hour later, first film the scene where you two talk on horseback."

"Okay."

"No problem, Director."

The two looked at each other and began to adjust their working state.

Half an hour passed quickly, Li Luo stepped on the wooden table first, then pulled Fan Bingbing up, and sat together on the strange-looking fake horse.

It was called a wooden table.

Actually, it was a wooden platform with wheels underneath.

But they weren't the only ones on top.

A photographer was already squatting in front, with a huge lens pointing straight at them.

The left side wasn't missing either.

Director He Qun likes to use dual-camera setups. He often uses two cameras from different angles to film a performance segment simultaneously, so that the footage edited in post-production will appear much richer.

"Director."

Shaking the reins, Li Luo noticed something wrong and hurriedly raised his hand: "Let's have some wind, this horse's mane isn't moving at all, it looks too fake!"

"We're running a horse, our hair should be messy too."

"It has to flutter~"

Medium and long shots don't matter.

But when filming close-ups, many things have to be considered clearly; at such a close distance, even a hair stuck to the face can be seen.

"Li Luo."

Having had such a stroll just now, the distance between the two narrowed again: "I can see it, is it that the person being blown by the wind isn't you?"

It didn't sound like blame, but rather teasing.

"Filming."

Li Luo smiled and tightened his arms: "If you feel cold, lean back more, I guarantee I have absolutely no opinion."

"Pfft~"

A smile appeared on the corner of Fan Bingbing's mouth.

Under He Qun's greeting, the crew staff quickly pulled two blowers over and blew them from afar at the two people sitting on the fake horse; with the hair fluttering, that sense of speed came out instantly.

The test was fine, and the blowers were turned off immediately.

Fan Bingbing couldn't help but shiver.

Saying she wasn't cold.

That was a joke.

"Let me say."

He Qun clapped his hands and walked over quickly to explain the scene: "Next is you two escaping from Jin Daozhai, Yun Lei is nervous, and she wants to look back to see if the pursuers have caught up."

"Because the horse is shaking, Zhang Danfeng accidentally kisses Yun Lei on the cheek."

"Pay attention to the emotions."

He looked at the female lead sitting in front, his words not stopping: "You have to perform that sense of being at a loss and shyness, but the movements shouldn't be too big."

"Got it, Director."

Fan Bingbing indicated she had no problem.

"As for you."

He Qun pondered for a moment, then looked at Li Luo: "Eyes panicked, but also have to pretend to be calm."

"Then resolve the embarrassment through dialogue."

"Okay!"

Li Luo made an OK gesture.

After the explanation.

He Qun returned behind the monitor.

The assistant director began to clear the scene and make final preparations for filming.

Fan Bingbing began to breathe steadily, letting herself enter the acting state; as the set became quiet, she heard Li Luo behind her muttering something.

But she couldn't hear it clearly.

She curiously pricked up her ears, trying to capture the movement.

"He Eight Takes."

"Must have enough eight takes."

"Exert your characteristics, don't drop the chain at this time."

Listening carefully, Fan Bingbing finally heard clearly what the other party was muttering; she was both angry and shy, and gritted her teeth: "You better be serious, or I'll pinch you!"

"Hahaha."

Li Luo didn't change his expression, and said solemnly: "Your ears are really sharp, actually I was praising Director He's craftsmanship spirit."

"Hiss~"

His thigh was pinched hard, and he finally shut his mouth.

Fan Bingbing relievedly withdrew her fingers, but her eyes couldn't help but glance at He Qun's direction.

"Actors, get ready."

"The person pushing the table, don't go too fast."

"Blowers, on."

"Action!"

The wind roared, the staff bent down and pushed the wooden platform on the track slowly; under the gaze of the two cameras, the two people sitting on the prop horse simulated the action of riding a horse.

Sitting on a prop that didn't move, the two swayed like they were having a seizure.

Li Luo even shook the reins seriously.

This scene actually looked very funny.

But the picture presented in the monitor was quite realistic; not only the horse's mane, but even their hair fluttered with the wind.

Because the wooden table was pushed along the track.

In that low-angle shot, the trees in the background also moved backward slowly.

The sense of speed was quite in place.

Both of them looked forward with concentration, their eyebrows slightly furrowed, seemingly very worried about their current situation.

Fan Bingbing blinked and looked back with a worried face.

Rhythm.

Li Luo quickly caught the other party's performance rhythm.

His body swayed, and his lips touched that tender cheek like lightning.

"Uh!"

Fan Bingbing let out a cry of surprise; her eyeballs rolled, and she met Li Luo's gaze for less than a second, then quickly turned back, her expression looking very panicked.

Li Luo bit his cheek, a trace of embarrassment in his eyes.

"Cut."

The shout sounded, and the two stopped swaying.

"Once more."

Hearing He Qun's familiar sentence, Li Luo nearly laughed out loud.

It wasn't that he said he wanted to take advantage of the other party, he just guessed the direction of the matter, so he found it particularly fun.

"I didn't act randomly!"

Seeing Fan Bingbing look back, he hurriedly explained: "My rhythm just now was mastered very well."

"I know."

Fan Bingbing pursed her lips and didn't say anything more.

"Again."

"Pay attention to emotions."

"One last time!"

The director lived up to his nickname, filming eight takes before getting this shot done; in the repetition, Li Luo was always able to kiss Fan Bingbing's cheek accurately every time.

Watching the crew staff, they were truly envious.

Sister Jin Suo.

Was also kissed by him until she was flustered.

Snowflakes drifted slowly from the high sky, adding a bit of poetic charm to the filming scene at this time.

In this drifting, time quietly reached the beginning of March.

The scenes in Zhuozhou were basically filmed.

The crew also got busy, packing their things one after another to transfer to Yinchuan, starting the next stage of filming work.

At this time, Li Luo parted ways with the crew.

*Yi Tian Tu Long* was about to air, and Wu Dun, in view of the excellent performance of this show in Taiwan, decided to hold a grand premiere press conference; as the male lead, he naturally had to attend this event.

After working hard for several months last year, he was finally about to welcome the harvest moment.

Thanks to brother Time 1979 for the 500-point reward, thank you!

My cold worsened yesterday, I really couldn't hold on.

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