Senior Superstar

Li Shixin listened to Qiu Jin's angry reprimand just now.

Although I don't know why, this woman quarreled with the production manager. But combined with the following scenario, the above is not difficult to guess.

He can roughly understand Qiu Jin's mentality.

In the art circle, there is actually a chain of contempt. Players like drama and Beijing opera are at the top of the chain of contempt, and their status is very high.

However, in any industry, those who are at the top of the chain of contempt are often poor.

When a player loses its mass audience and market value, it has nothing to talk about except its aloofness and status.

This principle applies to most professions in this society.

Leaving aside, let’s talk about the literary circle; serious literature looks down on popular literature, and popular literature looks down on Internet literature.

When a business has a mass audience and the business is highly prosperous, every individual in the business will seek fame and fortune for themselves, and who cares about the status?

Peking Opera is like this now.

Without an audience, without mainstream recognition, even the most basic inheritance is in jeopardy.

Peking Opera has grown from its true brilliance to the present, and there are not many good actors left who can really do it. But at a time when learning Peking Opera is not enough to make a name for yourself, and it is even a problem to support yourself if you don’t stand on the top of the industry pyramid, you are willing to enter this stage. It is even more commendable to be a leader in the industry and become a latecomer.

However, in recent years, there are still very few students majoring in Peking Opera who can really shine in this industry in the end.

Everyone needs to have a good meal, but nobility and status cannot be a good meal. Compared with the desolate Peking Opera market, the prosperous film and television industry, which makes it easier for Peking Opera actors to participate, is too tempting.

Li Shixin can fully understand Qiu Jin's feelings when he sees such an excellent student as Sun Luoluo mixed in the crew as a teacher of Chinese opera.

However, this did not delay him from feeling that this woman had a low EQ and IQ.

"Master Uncle."

Seeing Li Shixin behind him, Sun Luoluo pouted.

Patting the aggrieved little girl, Li Shixin stood in front of Qiu Jin, "Teacher Qiu, right? Do you know why Luo Luo came to participate in this movie? Do you know how many difficulties Luo Luo has overcome? You know these God, in order to adapt to filming, did this kid Luo Luo suffer a lot?"

Li Shixin is still wearing the same costume as in the play.

Facing the questioning of this old man with braids and his face stained with soot and sweat, Qiu Jin was at a loss for words.

Seeing that this stupid woman didn't speak, Li Shixin smiled faintly.

"If you don't understand anything, if you brazenly become a shrew, it will appear that you have made sacrifices for your own career, and you will appear to be noble?"

Li Shixin's teasing made Qiu Jin, who had just calmed down, blushed again.

"What are you eating? What qualifications do you have to teach me?"

Seeing that Qiu Jin was about to have another attack, Liu Wenqiang who heard the movement rushed forward and hurried forward: "Hey! Don't get excited! Don't get excited! Mr. Li, that, the set is ready, let's drive the next field. That."

Liu Wenqiang wanted to persuade him to make up, but after looking at Qiu Jin, he was embarrassed to find that he didn't know him at all, so he waved to the crowd watching.

"Don't fucking hang around here? Are you here to watch a show or film a show? Work!"

Following Liu Wenqiang's loud shout, the lively crowd turned into birds and beasts and dispersed in an instant.

Knowing that the woman in front of him was Sun Luoluo's teacher, Li Shixin didn't intend to say too much.

After all, little girls have to go back to school after filming, right?

After taking a deep look at Qiu Jin, who was staring with anger, Li Shixin dragged the bewildered Sun Luoluo and the angry An Xiaoxiao back to the set.

Today's second scene is about Yu Changyin's conflict with Boxing Boxing to protect the theater, and he was severely injured in the end. Shan watched the theater burn down and entrusted the family training class to his son Yu Wenshan. For a while.

Because of the burning of the theater building, the set side has already hung a green screen for the part of the set that needs post-processing.

After a little turmoil on the set, everyone returned to the set to make some preparations, and Liu Wenqiang announced the start.

"Act 1, Scene 2 of "Ling" is a scene, Ike God!"

With a shout from the scene recorder, the studio started to run;

Yu Changyin put out the fire like crazy, which made the boxers especially angry.

"His grandma, a scumbag who has forgotten his ancestors, dare to defy the righteousness of heaven? I think you are a bastard in foreign clothes!"

The overwhelming fists and kicks, followed by a completely unfounded sentence, hit the old class leader head and face.

"master!"

"Master!"

Seeing the old backbone being pushed to the ground and beaten by boxers, the actors who were kneeling in front of the theater rushed up.

But facing the boxers with steel knives and spears in their hands, this resistance turned into a one-sided beating in an instant.

Looking at the dying old class leader who was still greeted with fists, kicks and sticks, the old musician who was trampled on the ground with blood on his face ruthlessly hammered the ground in front of him.

"Creating a crime, committing a crime! When someone listens to an opera, there will be someone who sings it. Who cares who is listening to the opera when it's on stage? What's wrong with the play? What's wrong with the play?!"

Amid the wailing of the old musician, a torch was thrown into the theater.

Off set.

Looking at the lively scene in the studio, Qiu Jin took a deep breath.

She was ridiculed and teased just now, if she let her temper go, she would have left. But she found sadly that even though such an unpleasant scene happened just now, it still failed to dispel the students' curiosity about the filming of the crew.

Looking at a group of students who were looking at the set with their necks twisted 180 degrees while their bodies were facing backwards, Qiu Jin despaired.

Although National Opera is currently the best Peking Opera school in China, there are still too few stages for students to show themselves.

As a student of the acting department, if he didn't have a particularly outstanding major, or someone with a stage connection like Sun Luoluo, he probably wouldn't get a few chances to show his face on stage in the entire four years of university.

This is undoubtedly a kind of sadness.

"That's all."

Seeing the yearning looks of the students, Qiu Jin lowered his shoulders helplessly.

It was at this time that the shooting on the set reached the last shot this morning.

The Boxers are gone.

All that remained was a theater building engulfed in flames, and a group of bruised actors.

In front of the burning theater building, a group of actors with bruises and blood on their faces carried the dying old troupe master to the middle of the street.

"Squad leader!" "Master, master, open your eyes, don't scare us!"

Amidst the shaking of a group of hands and feet, the old class leader faintly opened his eyes.

What caught his eyes was the theater building that had been burned and there was no possibility of saving it-his life's painstaking efforts.

"ha,"

The red flames reflected on his face.

He made his crazy smile extraordinarily sad.

"master."

Pushing away the bloody and tearful apprentices, the old troupe master tremblingly propped himself up from the ground, and stood unsteadily in front of the theater building.

"Swords, guns, swords and halberds are lined up, five-color flags are raised in the air, and people and horses are flying around the trees.

I saw a few hands holding double-ringed halberds, and a few hands making general hammers.

I saw a few holding Xuanhua axes in their hands, and I saw a few weapons not fully equipped.

Could it be that there is smoke and dust in some country, and could it be that Chong'er raised the soldiers.

Could it be to wash Mianshan, could it be to visit me, Jie Zitui.

Let you search and wash, sit firmly in Mianshan~ never, no, leave! "

A section of "Burning Mianshan", accompanied by the crackling sound of the burning theater building, resounded on the chaotic long street.

"puff!"

As the last long and thick libretto fell to the ground, a mouthful of blood rushed out from the old class leader's mouth and nose.

"Master!" "Master!"

Amidst everyone's cries, that old figure straightened out like a zombie, and hit the ground on his back with a plop.

There was a puff of smoke and dust on the street.

Looking at the set, Li Shixin's head was buzzing. For some reason, Liu Wenqiang burst into tears.

"Perfect! Pass this one!"

Wow!

Following his shout, the crew members who had already been infected by Li Shixin's imposing but endlessly sad lyrics just now clapped their hands vigorously.

another side.

Qiu Jin, who turned around at some point, was already in tears.

The beautiful singing just now, and the fall that was almost of the same origin as the Peking Opera stage, were engraved in her mind like steel seals!

drop!

Received additional [Shock] [Admiration] applause value, 34122 points!

Vomit?

Li Shixin, who was lying on the ground, opened his eyes when he heard a soft beep from the system.

Just as he was about to stand up from the ground handsomely, and then calmly wave to the little leeks who suddenly contributed applause, he saw a figure pushing through the crowd and walking to the side of the set. In front of Lolo.

Seeing the person coming, all the staff members who were applauding in the studio stopped and turned their gazes to the past.

In front of everyone, Qiu Jin, the instigator of the turmoil just now, twitched his lips, and then bowed solemnly!

"Lolo, the teacher misunderstood you, I'm sorry!"