Afterwards, after switching the camera lens, through make-up, make up the blood red palm print on the beaten person's face, it will be considered a success.

It's just that it's very difficult to grasp such a measure.

At the beginning, Yan Bingqing was fighting falsely, but he didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional. Yun Shishi clearly cooperated with him, but this slap in the face drama seemed very abrupt.

Either Yan Bingqing's palm slows down a beat, or cloud poetry moves fast a beat, which doesn't connect at all.

Lin Feng stomped on the weather and scolded Yan Bingqing.

Yan Bingqing said innocently, "I can't blame you! I have such a long line, and I need to master the full mood and pay attention to the position. The key is that I also need to pay attention to not hitting her. It's too hard. How do you let me play it! "

Lin Feng frowned and gnawed her teeth in the weather.

"Or do you want me to try? Maybe, the effect is more realistic! Director Lin, you are so dedicated, you must understand my hard work! I also want to make this movie well to prove my acting skills! Besides, I've done such a play before. It's nothing if I'm slapped once or twice. Poetry is a serious newcomer and will definitely agree! "

Yan Bingqing made a very important proposal. After finishing, he looked at the cloud poetry standing on one side. "Do you agree?"

Cloud poetry pursed her lips and looked at Lin Fengtian, but she did not speak for a long time.

If other actors said so, she would have agreed. Can Yan Bingqing so proposal, cloud poem how can not know the mind that her psychology hides?

It's just that I want to borrow this bridge and beat her hard.

Lin Fengtian frowned fiercely.

In fact, many actors will be more anxious than the director when they fail in several plays. If they are in a hurry, they will take the initiative to suggest. It's better to be real.

Even the old actors in the front line will fight for art. Although they suffer from flesh and skin, the effect is very good.

But will Yunshi agree?

Lin Fengtian doesn't know what the grudge is between Yan Bingqing and Yun Shishi. He just knows that Yan Bingqing's performance in this movie is remarkable, and it's a lot better than before.

If he can get a good result, he will certainly agree. It depends on cloud poetry.

Seeing that Lin Fengtian asked, Yun Shishi could not refuse, but nodded.

So there was the scene.

Yan Bingqing 's slap on the face is really heavy. The body of yunshishi is soon red, highlighting the red five fingerprints and burning cheeks.

Muxi runs past painfully, and her fingertip touches her cheek, which is hot and swollen.

In my heart, Yan Bingqing hated to wear a hole.

"Poetry, does it hurt?" Muxi asked carefully, his throat blocked.

Cloud poetry "hiss", coldly said: "no pain."

How can it not hurt?

That slap, Yan Bingqing under the full strength, wish a slap to draw her blood.

But more than pain, most of it is the deep-rooted humiliation and embarrassment.

Yan Bingqing did it on purpose.

There is no doubt about it.

Unexpectedly, she was so mean that she retaliated by this means.

"It's too much. How can it be like this?" Muxi was so distressed that she was about to cry out. "Go and talk to director Lin. I'd better borrow a seat to shoot this play. If it goes on like this, she doesn't know how many times she will come."

"Is it useful?" "It's useless, Muxi," Yun asked