Senior Superstar

  Chapter 33, let’s go to learn the scriptures together!

  At one o'clock in the evening, the Rongdian Film and Television Base and the period drama "Chun Xiao" set are still busy.

  The shooting schedule of "Spring Dawn" has actually been completed, but after the film was edited, the producer at the company was not satisfied, thinking that the portrayal of the main characters in the film is still a bit thin, and the ending part is not very contagious.

  The director team held a meeting and decided to add a few more scenes to make up for it.

  That’s it, the whole crew that was ready to complete has become more busy again.

At 1:25, the director Jiao Chendong, who had just slept in the car with his coat, came to the set. After briefly explaining to a few busy scenes, he walked to the interior that was arranged overnight. in.

   "Guide!"

   "Guo Jiao is awake?"

   "Well. It's been hard work, let's work harder, it's the last game tonight. Hold it up!" Nodding to the scene of greetings, Jiao Chen glanced at the setting.

"Ok?"

  He planned to see how it feels.

  But when I swept my eyes in this room decorated in the style of the 70s, I suddenly felt a trance.

   "Lights! Field affairs!" He yelled.

   "Oh!" The busy lighting engineer and field affairs trot to his side immediately, "Guide, what are you doing?"

  Jiao Chendong pointed to some of the staff who were still busy in the interior scene, pointed to the lights that hadn't been turned on, and said: "Give me the light, and let the workers withdraw first."

  "Go!" The two heard the order and learned that it was the director who wanted to see the set effect, so they immediately executed it.

  With little effort, as several staff members withdrew, the whole interior scene became quiet.

   Immediately, the lighting engineer cut open the switch.

  As the dimly yellow light bulb on the ceiling lights up, mixed with such a trace of warm color fill light, Jiao Chendong's eyes widened suddenly!

  Jiao Chendong is over 40 years old this year.

  As we grow older, those childhood memories have been left in the long river of time.

   But looking at the sofa with white knitted curtains in front of him, and looking at the awards hanging upright on the wall and framed upright by photo frames. Looking at the lunch box on the kitchen stove that seemed to have just been heated. Seeing that the table top is covered by a layer of thick glass, the desk covered with work plans and old photos, and the kettle covered with thick rags on the desk

  Everything, everything, together with the lazy and soft light, seems to be the switch of a time machine. In an instant, his memory was rewinded for forty years!

In a trance, he saw a phantom slowly solidifying in the empty room.

  The figure was carrying a canvas schoolbag, sweating profusely—yes, he had been crazy outside with his friends all morning, tired and thirsty.

  The figure threw his canvas bag full of little people's books on the sofa and picked up the thermos. But the water in the kettle was too hot, and he spit out his tongue after only a sip.

  In a trance, another figure appeared on the sofa.

   "Do you still know how to come back?"

   "Grandma, are you at home? I'm hungry!"

   "A little monkey cub, going crazy outside! I don't go home when I get to eat, why don't you starve to death! Look at you made of this body, trying to exhaust your grandmother, am I?"

   "Hee hee!"

  "Don’t mess with me, the food is in the lunch box. Hurry up and eat it while it's hot. Your father's work canteen stewed the vermicelli at noon today and sent it back. Grandma kept it for you!"

  The small figure held up the lunch box. The outside of the lunch box was mottled with charcoal black that had been heated by numerous fires, but inside, it was shiny.

   "Thank you Grandma! Grandma, you are the best!"

   Seeing the steaming noodles in the lunch box, the noodles that were already slurping but still scented, the small and thin figure threw on the sofa and buried his head in the arms of the old man.

  The old man smiled kindly, put down the full of sewing boxes and old clothes that seemed to be unfinished, stretched out his wrinkled hand, and patted his grandson's head.

   On her finger, the thimble that I don’t know how many years I would be willing to throw away was covered with holes that had been leaked by the needle for many years.

  Jiao Chendong seemed to be standing next to the sofa, and the pair of intimate grandparents seemed to be able to reach them as soon as they reached out their hands.

  I don’t know when, he felt hot in his eye sockets, and a stream of liquid passed through his cheeks and flowed onto his neck before it became cold.

  "Guide, are you okay?"

   Just as Jiao Chendong was in a trance and couldn't help himself, the props on the side pushed him.

  The precious memory of seeing the sun after being covered in dust for a long time was suddenly interrupted, and the two figures that seemed to be within reach disappeared in an instant.

  The old face that had been away from him for decades suddenly disappeared, and Jiao Chendong was taken aback subconsciously.

   Realizing that he was out of shape, Jiao Chendong pointed to the props in the house and asked, "Who made these props?"

  Aside, the props team leader looked at Jiao Chendong's excitement, and tentatively asked: "Guide, what's wrong with these props?"

  Jiao Chendong wiped away his tears, and said excitedly: "This work is so beautiful! For many years, I haven't seen such a solid props in many years! It's almost...just exactly the same as I saw when I was a kid!"

   "Huh!" The whole crew breathed a sigh of relief.

  The leader of the props group let go of his heart.

  The budget of the crew is seriously exceeding the standard. He casually finds the most inconspicuous appearance of his home in Fudaohua Street, which is the cheapest picture.

  He thought something was wrong with the bargain.

   was praised by the director at this time, and patted his chest quite invitingly, "Thank you, director, I did it with the big guy!"

"You **** **** me!" Unexpectedly, Jiao Chendong gave him a kick directly, "If you have such a career, you are still in this crew? The morning special let Zhang Yimou Feng Xiaogang poach it! Say, who is the master?"

  The lie was poked, and the leader of the props was really embarrassed.

   However, looking at Jiao Chendong’s cannibalistic eyes, he had to say: "The work is too urgent, these small items are outsourced."

  "Which company?"

   "It's not a company, it's just a studio. I can find a random shop on the street in Efuhua Road, called Zhang Ying Props."

   "Spent a lot of money, right?"

   "No, I just found this studio with low fees. You also know that our budget is overspend"

  Hearing this, Jiao Chendong nodded deeply. Recalling the illusion that he seemed to look back in time for a moment, he murmured: "There is something in this studio."

  Thinking about it, he wiped away the tears in his eyes and waved to everyone, “Don’t look at the excitement, get moving. Today’s scene is good, and I will do the last one!”

  After finishing, he explained to the scene again: "Go, wake up the heroine. Let her go to my car, I will tell her about the details of this scene."

   "Okay, I got the guide!"

  Just as the crowd broke up in a rush, and when they were about to start work, Jiao Chendong grabbed the leader of the props group.

   "Guide, do you still have something to do?"

   "Are you okay tomorrow?"

   "It's okay, all I have to do is pack things, what's the matter?"

   "Tomorrow...no, I should say this morning. You, and the service part, give me this Zhang Ying studio."

   "Huh?" The props made a bitter face, "Long far away, why are you going there? Besides, let's stay up all night tonight, the big guy still wants to make a good sleep tomorrow!"

  "Learn from the classics! Go there and learn from the people who make these props, how to make the props of period dramas!"

   "It's not a director, we're almost finished here, what else can we learn? It won't be used after we finish it?"

"Who said it's not useful? Yesterday the company gave me a new script. Our next drama is still a period drama. If the props of the next drama can maintain this level, and find a few good actors, I am absolutely confident to shoot a turnaround. Come!"

  "Director"

   "You go first, I will go to make up the lesson tomorrow after finishing the scene!"

   Seeing the props, he grumbled, Jiao Chendong's eyes widened and he got angry!

   8:30 in the morning.

  Li Xiaomeng opened the shop and cleaned up the battlefield last night, and took his breakfast to sit behind the bar and ate it.

  In the room, the taste of the chopped pepper fish head yesterday still seemed to be missing.

   Smelling the scent of aroma, Li Xiaomeng felt that the steamed buns and mala Tang, which he didn’t bother to eat every day, suddenly stopped fragrant.

   Putting down the chopsticks in disappointment, she put most of the remaining Mala Tang away and walked to the trash can outside the store.

As soon as   趿 pulled the slippers and went out, Li Xiaomeng saw several cars parked on the other side.

  Immediately afterwards, a large group of people jumped out of the car!

   Led by a familiar face, one by one, with a sullen face, came to the studio.

  She instantly rounded a pair of apricot eyes.

  Crash!

  The leftovers in his hand fell to the ground and spilled all over the floor.

   Regardless of the rice noodle soup staining the little rabbit white slippers on her feet, she turned around and ran back to the shop.

  Good day, longevity!

  Look at the posture of this group of people, it must be the old man yesterday who messed up and ruined the props.

  People, this is the shop!

  　PS: _(:з」∠)_, it’s down again, need a lot of recommendation tickets to support

  　　

  (End of this chapter)