"All departments, get ready. Act 1, scene 1, begin!”
As Li Qiankuan's voice rang out, Chen Yi quickly got into the zone. He walked to the front door of Huangjue Temple in his tattered linen clothes.
This was the fourth year of Zhizheng!
At this time, Zhu Yuanzhang was at his lowest point. He was forced to separate from his relatives and escape.
Zhu Yuanzhang had no choice but to seek refuge with Gao Bin of Huangjue Temple and shave his head to become a monk.
"Dream simulation!" Chen Yi used his skill.
In the next moment, Chen Yi appeared in the Yuan Dynasty.
During the Yuan Dynasty, the Mongolians treated the Han people like livestock. They only needed to compensate a donkey for killing one person!
The four ranks of people also made the Han people even more lowly.
Hatred gradually appeared in Chen Yi's eyes. As a Han, how could he not feel hatred when his dignity was trampled by outsiders?
However, he was still young and had no choice.
In the 3rd year of Zhizheng, a drought occurred in Haozhou. In the following year, there was a plague of locusts and plagues!
The plague killed Zhu Yuanzhang's father, followed by his eldest brother and mother.
Only his second brother and Zhu Yuanzhang were left at home.
His family had died, but he didn't even have the money to buy a coffin. Even the cemetery was given to him by his neighbors.
Zhu Yuanzhang buried his parents with tears in his eyes. In order to survive, he could only separate from his second brother and sister-in-law and run for their lives.
The following year, Zhu Yuanzhang went to Huangjue Temple.
However, he did not live well. He swept the floor every day, offered incense, and struck the bell and drum.
After a day of hard work, he had to be reprimanded by the old monk.
Here, Zhu Yuanzhang lived a hard life, but at least he had a meal to eat and could survive.
However, a few years later, the famine swept through again, and Huangjue Temple had no more charity.
The abbot could only send the monk to travel and beg for alms.
Zhu Yuanzhang, who was only seventeen years old, could only leave the monastery and start wandering!
"Chen Yi!" Director Li's voice rang in Chen Yi's ears.
Chen Yi was woken up from his dream and looked at Director Li.
Director Li subconsciously took a step back. He saw the hatred in Chen Yi's eyes that was engraved in his bones. This kind of hatred made him shudder, but it was not directed at him. It seemed to be a national hatred?
"Director Li," Chen Yi quickly restrained his emotions.”
"What's wrong with you? I just stood there for almost half a minute!"
"I'm adjusting my condition." Chen Yi felt it was a pity. The dream simulation had a cooldown time.
However, the short few years of experience was enough for him to perform now.
"Let's begin then."”
Chen Yi closed his eyes and opened them again. His body slowly bent down.
The messy wig on his head accentuated his misery.
Director Li's eyes lit up. Chen Yi didn't have this feeling just now. It was tragic and desolate. At first glance, Chen Yi looked like a fleeing teenager.
"Begin!" Director Li ordered the filming to continue.
Chen Yi knocked on the door of Huangjue Temple tiredly.
But the door did not open.
Zhu Zhongba had heard that there was a temple here and that he could get food by joining, so he came over. Now, he had nowhere to go.
He continued to knock on the door. Finally, the door opened.
A monk looked at Zhu Yuanzhang and shook his head. He gave two buns to him and said,"Let's go!"
Chen Yi took the bun and wolfed it down. Tears welled up in his eyes. At this moment, Zhu Yuanzhang was only sixteen years old!
His thin body shrank into the corner of the door. Gradually, the spirit, energy, and spirit in his body dissipated.
This was a gradual process!
However, this performance only lasted for ten seconds, and the camera did not change. Therefore, in these ten seconds, Chen Yi had to act out his determination to stay here until he slowly fainted from hunger.
This required an actor's acting skills to be extremely high!
Chen Yi finished the bun with a determined look in his eyes. Even if it was just for a mouthful of white steamed bun, he would still stay in Huangjue Temple.
Gradually, his eyes lost their luster and his body softened.
There were wrinkles on his dry lips, and his face became paler.
The lights dimmed, and Chen Yi's body curled up into a ball, repeating this three times.
Chen Yi was full of energy, and the actors around him felt their hearts clench. It was too real.
It was as if they were watching a person starve to death.
"Creak!" The door of Huangjue Temple opened, and a monk walked out.
The monk looked at Chen Yi and sighed. He called for people to carry Chen Yi in.
This monk was called Gao Bin. Without him, Chen Yi would have died!
"Cut!" As Chen Yi entered the temple, Director Li shouted excitedly,"" Perfect, too perfect!"
Chen Yi rubbed his face and forced out a smile. To these people, he was acting for real, but he knew that everything was real.
The suffering that happened to Zhu Yuanzhang.
But it was precisely because of these hardships that Zhu Yuanzhang was created!
"Make-up artist!" Director Li asked the makeup artist to help Chen Yi change.
The first scene was a beggar, and the second scene was a monk.
At this time, Zhu Yuanzhang had food to eat, so he worked exceptionally hard!
Even so, he was still scolded by the old monk.
However, when food and clothing could not be solved, dignity had long been thrown aside, and he endured everything numbly…even willingly!
Chen Yi took off his wig, put on youthful makeup, and put on a monk's robe. Coupled with the angle of the camera, he looked like a teenager.
He had red lips and white teeth. He looked like a handsome young man. Unfortunately, he was bald and wore a gray monk robe.
But even so, he was still eye-catching among his fellow disciples.
"The first round, the second scene, the first time, begin!”
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