Senior Superstar

On the set, watching the two actors who played the male lead fight each other, the atmosphere was awkward for a while.

Li Shixin looked at Fan Zhenqiang, who was looking displeased, and ignored it.

"Big man!"

He yelled at the big man who was packing up on the set.

It's been almost a month since joining the group, and the big man Li Erga, who was hanging out in the garbage dump before, has changed his appearance. At the garbage dump, this kid was built like a man in his thirties and forties, but he took a shower and changed his clothes, and now he has a decent job in his own opinion, and he is back to being a second-year-old. A boy in his teens.

Although he doesn't look good, he has a good spirit.

All these changes were brought about by Li Shixin. So on the set, Li Shixin's greeting is better for him than the director.

"Alas! Gaha, old man?"

"Did you bring what I asked you to prepare?"

"OK!"

"bring here!"

"okay!"

After being greeted by Li Shixin, the big man grinned and ran outside the set, and brought back a broken schoolbag after a while.

In front of everyone, open the contents inside. Good guy, everyone in the crew tightened their noses.

A set of dirty clothes in the schoolbag that can't see the true color, and it smells sour in winter!

"Old man, I have kept you for a month."

Li Erga smiled when he saw the appearance of everyone.

Li Shixin wrinkled his nose.

When I first learned that I was going to play the second male lead wandering around, I wanted to pursue the authenticity of the role. He told the big guy to keep the homeless suit as a prop costume.

Unexpectedly, the big man was so real that he didn't even bother to wash it.

Hey, this smell.

Although he was a bit snotted, but after Li Shixin settled down, he took off his coat without hesitation, and put on the 100% original beggar outfit in front of everyone;

The trousers were a pair of work trousers from some kind of factory. The thighs were covered with thick oil stains. They could stand up straight on the ground, as if they were wearing plate armor.

The clothes were a women's padded jacket with a plus size, with black cotton leaking out of the holes, and the zipper was broken long ago.

Putting the padded jacket on his body, Li Shixin casually pulled a shoelace and tied it around his waist. Then he waved to the little makeup artist girl who was pinching her nose, "Come on, put on makeup."

"Ah, good, good teacher Li!"

The little girl nodded with a bitter face, walked forward and put on a half-length wig for Li Shixin, put a messy beard on her face, then applied black oil, and then applied warm water on her face to imitate lines sweat stains.

Twenty minutes passed.

Facing the mirror and looking at his own image, Li Shixin took the gray oil paint of the makeup artist casually, wiped it vigorously on his hands and neck, grabbed a handful of dirt on the ground, and directly exhaled onto the wig. Kneaded.

After cleaning up the dust, Li Shixin changed from a sixty-five-year-old man to a homeless man of indeterminate age—the kind that people would back off when they were placed on the street.

"Director, I'm fine."

After dunking some black mud between his nails, Li Shixin Shi Shiran got up from the stool and walked in front of Jiao Chendong.

Looking at the image he designed himself, Jiao Chendong nodded deeply.

Ignoring Fan Zhenqiang who was staring wide-eyed, he picked up the script: "Old man, this scene is about Qiao Hong's father who has been a fugitive in other places for five years. The scene of the game in the Asian Games, crying in the street. Just a line, are you okay?"

"no problem."

Li Shixin nodded.

This passage was not included in the original script, it was added by the screenwriter for the plot that Qiao Hong's father would surrender later, just to see Qiao Hong.

After thinking for a while, Li Shixin stood up and took his seat.

The scene of this scene is a street in the old time film and television base.

The shops on both sides of the street are all in the style of the 1970s and 1980s. Li Shixin stood in the middle of the venue, watching the group performers take their positions.

I closed my eyes.

Brewing for a moment, he hissed.

"director."

Jiao Chendong, who had already sat behind the monitor, jumped up when Li Shixin called him, "What's wrong, old man?"

"Can this game be changed?"

Change the play?

Everyone in the crew was taken aback.

"Old man, how do you want to change?"

Li Shixin pointed to the old-fashioned Maple Leaf bus in the middle of the street, then pointed to the TV set in the window of the department store, and said: "Use this toy, and the exterior scene becomes the interior scene. Add two more to the outside of the window and the inside of the window." There are two camera positions. One shoots from the outside of the car window to the inside, and the other shoots from the inside of the car window to the outside window TV.”

Although Jiao Chendong is not a well-known director, he has some accomplishments.

As soon as Li Shixin said this, he immediately understood what it meant.

After passing the picture in his mind, he clapped his hands: "Success!"

With Jiao Chendong personally leaving the field and directing with Li Shixin, the cameraman quickly fixed the two camera positions.

"Old man, are you alright?"

After looking at the camera and anticipating the setting of the camera position, Li Shixin nodded.

"Okay!" Jiao Chendong called the group performers, and after explaining for a while, announced the start.

"Act 4, Scene 1, Scene 2 of "Flying in the Wind", God Ike!"

With a loud shout from the recorder, all aspects started;

On Jiao Chendong's monitor, the streets of the old city in 1982 were bustling with passers-by.

A homeless man with a hunched body, who seemed to be a little shorter in the crowd, who would only avoid it if anyone saw it, and would not take a second look, got on the bus.

"Damn it! Come here and sit in the car!"

Following the driver's cursing and the passengers complaining about the smell on his body, the homeless man dodged his eyes and walked to the empty back row of the bus.

Facing the vacancies, he hesitated for a moment, but did not dare to step forward.

He just stood in front of the safety pole, put all his body weight on it, and stared blankly at the ground amidst the sound of complaints.

At this time, in the window of the department store outside the car window, a game was being played on the color TV that only upper-class families could afford.

"Friends from the audience, this is China Central Television. What is broadcasting for you now is the women's gymnastics event at the New Delhi Asian Games. The next player to appear is Qiao Hong, a young gymnast from the Chinese gymnastics team."

On the radio in the bus, there was a sound that was almost synchronized with the TV outside.

Hearing the word Qiao Hong, the homeless man seemed to have been hit hard by a big hammer. He suddenly raised his head and fixed his eyes on the TV in the window.

When he saw the figure that he thought about day and night but quietly stood up in the years, his eyes trembled and his mouth opened wide.

On the TV screen, Qiao Hong wiped off the non-slip powder on her hands, raised her chin high, and made preparations.

But just when she was about to start moving, the bus shook violently and moved on to the next stop.

"No, no, I will!"

The homeless man trembled and ran to the car door like crazy. No one heard his voice dry and hoarse after not speaking for years.

During the whole process, his gaze seemed to be fixed by glue, and he never left the TV in the window.

He frantically ran to the back of the car.

"Qiao Hong's movements are very difficult. Let's see if she can complete the next set of movements smoothly."

During the broadcast, the commentator's voice continued.

But the TV set in the window is still drifting away with the slowly moving bus.

At this time, the homeless man had climbed to the rear window of the bus under the glaring eyes of everyone in the bus. As if wanting to stick his face out, he stuck to the window tightly. The eyes seemed to be afraid of missing the most beautiful scenery in this life, they stared wide and wide, without blinking.

The window is still going away.

When the window became the last point in sight, the commentator's excited voice came from the radio: "It's done! Qiao Hong has successfully completed this set of extremely difficult moves! Well done! This Chinese gymnast team player"

"Fei Xiaohong, facing the wind, fly!"

In the bus, the heart-piercing cries of the homeless exploded amidst the sound of pointing and pointing discussions.

Regret mixed with pride.

"Okay, pass!"

Behind the monitor, Jiao Chendong wiped the corners of his eyes. After a long delay, he suddenly stood up and took the lead in applauding.

Turning around to look at Fan Zhenqiang who was blushing and leaving quietly, Jiao Chendong smiled slightly. With the whole group of staff, they greeted Li Shixin who was slowly coming down from the bus.

"Teacher Li is working hard!"

"Teacher Li, you have worked hard!"

Walking out of the emotions in the play, Li Shixin looked at the crew members running in front of him one by one, smiled and nodded: "Thank you, everyone, for your hard work!"

Jiao Chendong walked up, ignored Li Shixin's smell, and hugged him tightly in his arms.

Patting Li Shixin on the back heavily, he took a step back and bowed greatly.

"Thank you, old man!"

"Comrades, Mr. Li, it's over!"

drop!

Received the applause value of [Reluctance], 24612 points!

Facing the staff and group performers who gathered in front of him and kept applauding, Li Shixin clasped his hands together and kept bowing.

Outside the set, a group of old fans of Li Shixin also clapped their hands vigorously.

Qiao Hong in the crowd wiped away her tears and smiled at Wu Ming who was also tearful: "I have never seen my father when he was a vagabond. He never mentioned it to me after he was imprisoned. He just said he was running away Not a day goes by without thinking about me. Now, I think I know what he was like."

PS: Ms. Li's first play has finished, and I want to ask for a wave of recommendation tickets, so let me give you a little support.