Senior Superstar

  Chapter 6 is right, the old man is the actor!

   Ten minutes later, the group performers were all ready, and the assistant director Guan Lan immediately announced the launch.

   "All departments are in place, actors are in place. The second scene of "The End of the Forbidden", the first act, begin!"

   Following Guan Lan’s order, the photographer pointed the camera at the street where the scene unfolded.

  From the monitor, watching the spring festival couplet banner of "Guotai Minan" in the first shot was stepped on by several big feet one by one, Guan Lan shouted hello: "Pull the camera back, civilians run!"

   "Run! The foreign devils are coming into the city!" With a shout, the group actors began to run wildly. The scene began to become chaotic.

   "The camera continues to move backwards, come on!"

   "Go away! Get out of the way for the army master! Don't get in the way!" With an order, there was another shout, and the soldiers of the Qing Bing group, Liushen Wuzhu, were still arrogantly crossing the street. Wherever he went, there was a flurry of jumping.

   "The shot continues!"

The cameraman steadily pulled the camera. The position where the camera went was filled with panicked crowds; the wealthy businessman who lost the box, the lady who lost her shoes, the woman who was pushed down by the roadside crying, and the child who lost her parents. Howling and crying: "Mother, I want my mother! Wow..."

  In the camera, everyone is moving and everyone is chaotic.

  But when the camera reached the corner of the street, a sculptural character suddenly appeared on the camera's display screen!

  Looking at the whole different style of painting, the old man sitting at the corner of the street in a panic, with a straight spine, the cameraman's hand shook, and the camera paused.

   "Huh?!" After the monitor, Guan Lan pulled out his head suddenly, "Hey! What the **** is going on with you in the camera! I'm shivering and drying the wool!"

   "I'm sorry to guide you! I'm distracted." The cameraman made a big red face and apologized to Guan Lan.

   "Fuck, why did you go last night? It's early morning, cheer me up!"

   "Hey! Don't worry, guide."

  "All parts return to their place, and do it again."

  Hula hula, amid complaints, the group performance that had just ran back to the original position.

  "Every part is in place, God Ike!"

   "Run! The foreign devils are coming to town!"

  ...

   "Go away! Get out of the army quickly! Don't get in the way!"

  ...

   "Mother, I want mother! Wow..."

  The camera has another pause.

   "Card!!!"

  Two consecutive mistakes made Guan Lan stand up with anger, and walked to the cameraman angrily with the rolled up script.

   "What's the matter today? I still got Parkinson without thinking about it? Two times, can't you do simple lens shifting? What does it mean to stop all of a sudden?!"

  The cameraman was aggrieved by the head and face, and it was also aggrieved.

   Simply adjusted the lens back a bit, and fell to the place where I made mistakes again and again.

   "No, this character is so poisonous, please see for yourself!"

  Speaking, the cameraman directly enlarged the picture.

  In the picture, Li Shixin sat quietly on the side of the street with his hands on his knees.

   On the old and embarrassed face, there was a trace of sorrow in the numbness, and the sorrow seemed to be mixed with unwillingness. Although he looked like a beggar, his back was straight.

  Seeing Li Shixin in the picture, Guan Lan's eyes widened.

  "I remember that this arranged a beggar?"

   Seeing Li Shixin whose style of painting was completely different from that of the people around him, Guan Lan was stunned.

  "Director, what's the matter?" On the side, Zhang Shuo saw that he hadn't seen it twice, he knew it was a problem with the group performance, and he ran over as the group leader.

   Seeing Li Shixin on the monitor, he patted his thigh.

   knows this old man is not a fuel-efficient lamp!

  Nima concave shape, is it fair? Whose beggar's waist is so straight?

  Aren’t you kidding me!

   "Guide you and wait, I will chase this old man away now! Isn't it true that you are making troubles sincerely?"

  Speaking, Zhang Shuo ran over.

  Behind him, asked the camera to replay the head twice, and watched the picture just now. Guan Lan also stood up and followed.

  ...

  There will be two scenes this morning; one is the current part of the city running, and the second is the eight-nation coalition marching into the city.

   is a big scene that consumes manpower.

   But this first scene has not been played twice in a row, and the group actors are a little impatient.

The season of    is the beginning of autumn, but in autumn, the temperature is not low. The other group performances were better, the costumes that played the Qing soldiers had three layers inside and outside. Some people even put on armor, making it sultry and uncomfortable. The director didn't give instructions and didn't dare to move. He simply sat on the floor and complained while fanning the wind.

  At this moment, Zhang Shuo rushed over, and when he reached Li Shixin, he turned on the roar mode;

"Master, you are sincere! What's the matter with you! If you asked you to act as a beggar, let me act like this? The whole group stopped twice because of you. Is it valuable?"

  A group of group actors are trying to figure out why they "stick" twice in a row. Just now they thought it was a problem with the camera. But now what Zhang Shuo said, and when he looked at Li Shixin's appearance, everyone understood.

  The cast members complained one after another.

"Yes! You are old, I can't afford it. If you play here for a while, you will lose my job. Lord, you quickly take off your clothes and make-up, where are you going back? Right. I can't serve you here!"

   Zhang Shuo was angrily, and he would take off Li Shixin’s costume without saying a word.

"Wait a minute!"

Before his hand touched Li Shixin, he heard Guan Lan's voice behind him.

   "Guide, I can solve this problem. You go back and rest, and it will be done right away!" Zhang Shuo thought Guan Lan had come to see the situation in person, so he was so frightened that he hurriedly apologized.

  Guan Lan waved her hand, and once again looked at Li Shixin, who seemed to be sitting there unmoved.

   Then bent over and squatted down and asked: "Master, I remember, I asked you to act as a beggar?"

  Li Shixin is not pretending to be deep, but is thinking about whether he should touch porcelain again. After all, this time the chance of a dragon set is too rare. I don't have much time left. I have been in Rongdian for two days. If there is nothing to gain, then I will lose a lot.

   Hearing Guan Lan’s question, he slowly opened his eyes, and when he saw the director in charge, he nodded gently.

   "Yes, you asked me to act as a beggar."

   "Then how do I think of you, a beggar, don't you look like a beggar?" Guan Lan asked, frowning when he looked at Li Shixin and nodded.

As the director said, the people around you are naturally sympathetic; "That's right, how can there be a beggar like you? Looks so stiff than the old man. You look at this waist, it's straight! In ancient times, you really want to beg for food like this. I'm afraid I will be beaten to death!"

  Listening to the breezy surroundings, Li Shixin was calm and said in a deep voice, "This beggar, there are also kinds of beggars."

   "Interesting, then tell me, what kind of beggars are there?" A group of actors next to him asked grinningly.

   "Some beggars, he runs around all day just to eat a bite so as to survive the world.

  Some beggars, he has nothing and all thoughts are ashamed, his body is still dead, his heart is dead, just a walking dead.

  There are beggars who are born in troubled times like duckweed. But just give him a little spark, and he can burn himself up and brighten the world. I acted as such a beggar. "

   "Oh?" Guan Lan smiled, "Master, then, did you design some inner drama for your character? What about the lines, have you designed it?"

   "Nature."

   "Then you play one, let me see."

  Li Shixin nodded, looked at the mocking gaze around him, and opened his mouth.

   "Military, do well. You can't use the steel knife, give me a hand to the old man!"

   mentioned the three-pointed anger in his heart, his eyes widened, like an angry King Kong, shouting at the soldiers Ding Qunyan who had just laughed at him at the entrance of the street!

  The sound came down, and the audience was silent in exchange for it!

  Looking at Li Shixin’s most humble words, he even said endless tragic and heroic, Guan Lan Huo Ran got up!

   "It's a little bit worse! Can you give me more blood?"

"can."

  Li Shixin thought for a while and nodded.

  In a surprised look, he waved at Zhang Shuo, who was stunned and stunned.

"come here."

   "Ah, oh!" Zhang Shuo had already noticed Guan Lan's attitude, and he faintly felt that the deputy director looked at the old man with his eyes.

   Hearing Li Shixin's call, he immediately took a step forward.

   "Put out your hand."

"Ugh!"

  Looking at Zhang Shuo's chubby palm, Li Shixin took up a broken bowl beside him without a hassle.

  "Put your hand on the bowl."

   "Master, what are you going to do...Ahhhhhhhh!"

   Zhang Shuo didn’t finish a word, and the remnant on the side of Li Shixin’s bowl over there was cut straight down!

   Zhang Shuo's index finger and the belly of the finger made a gap in an instant, and the blood was flowing like a shot.

   "I use some blood."

   "You cut yourself with blood! Why are you cutting my hand?"

   "Fart, do you bear to see your uncle and I suffer?"

   Then cut me off if you are so special!

Zhang Shuo snorted, seeing Guan Lan on the side didn't mean to intervene, and even looked at Li Shixin with encouraging eyes, only gritted his teeth: "I can't bear it, I can't bear it. But I beg you, uncle, my blood pressure is low. , You squeeze lightly..."

   "Less nonsense!"

  In spite of Zhang Shuo's loud noise, Li Shixin lowered his head and tore off an inch-long piece of cloth from the tattered clothing.

   Then, I grabbed Zhang Shuo's index finger and wrote two lines on the cloth strip.

The word    is a traditional Xingkai with eight hundred seriousness.

  Outside the compact and Peugeot shelf, the line of sketches is full of pride.

  "This word is beautiful!"

  Finally read the above two lines clearly, Guan Lan couldn't help but yelled hello!

"Every department is in place, camera, don’t you say that the old man is poisonous? In a while, the old man is here, you give me a close-up! Starting from this piece of blood cloth, the lens moves up, I want the old man’s foot-to-face shot, Understand!"

   "Don't worry, guide! No problem!"

   "Each place, go!"

  The crew, which had been stopped for more than ten minutes, started again.

   "The third scene of "The End of the Forbidden", Ike God!"

  The whole audience walked up.

  In Guanlan’s monitor screen, the Spring Festival couplet banner of “Guotai Min’an” on the street was stepped on by several big feet.

   "Run! The foreign devils are coming to town!"

  The camera zoomed out, and the panicked civilians were exhausted.

On the street, there are panicked crowds everywhere; wealthy businessmen who have lost their boxes, young ladies who have lost their shoes, women who have been pushed to the side of the road and crying, and children who have lost their parents crying and crying: "Mother, I want to Mother! Wow..."

   "Go away! Get out of the army quickly! Don't get in the way!"

  A team of clearing soldiers with quick guns in hand and steel knives slung around their waists came in haste and passed through the street.

  There was a flurry of jumps wherever he went.

  Everyone is moving, everyone is in chaos.

  But at this time, the lens stopped abruptly.

On the corner of the street, a sculpture-like beggar sits on the ground with his hands on his knees.

  The air seemed to freeze.

  His eyes are slightly closed, a dirty braid is tied around his neck, his gray and messy hair is gently swinging in the wind, and his face is full of sadness.

  In front of him, a rag was pressed by two stones. On the cloth strips are two lines of dragon and phoenix characters.

  Wish to beg for a steel knife,

  This disability is for the country's promise!

  The big characters are written in blood, and they have dried up.

  Looking at the monitor, in contrast between movement and static, the picture revealed the world in May 1900, and Guan Lan got up excitedly.

   slapped her slap fiercely!

   "Pretty! This one passed!"

  (End of this chapter)