Senior Superstar

  Chapter 87 Teacher Li, finish!

  On the set, watching the two actors playing the male number two hit the bar, the atmosphere was momentarily embarrassing.

  Li Shixin looked at Fan Zhenqiang, who was full of discomfort, and didn't care about it.

   "Big man!"

   At the big guy who was packing up on the set, he yelled out loudly.

  It’s been almost a month since I joined the group. The big man Li Erga who had been messing around in the garbage dump had changed his appearance. When he was in the garbage dump, this kid made the same thing as a 30 or 40-year-old man, but he took a shower and changed clean clothes. Now he has a job that looks decent as a thief. Looks like a teenage boy.

  Although the appearance is not good, but the spirit is quite good.

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

   "Oh! Ghaha, old man?"

   "I asked you to prepare something, did you bring it?"

"Okay!"

"bring here!"

"okay!"

After being greeted by Li Shixin, the big man ran out of the set with a grin. After a while, he got back a broken schoolbag.

  Open the contents in front of everyone. Good guy, everyone on the crew has a tight nose.

  A set of dirty and unrecognizable clothes in the schoolbag, and the sour smell in the winter!

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

  Li Erga smiled when he saw everyone's appearance.

  Li Shixin wrinkled his nose.

  At first, after learning that he was going to play the male second wandering plot, in order to pursue the truth of the role. He told the big man to keep the clothes from when he was a tramp as a prop costume.

  Unexpectedly, the big man is really hard, and he is not willing to take a wash.

  Hey Yo this smell.

  Although it was a bit of a nose slap, after Li Shixin was calm, he took off his coat without hesitation, and put on the 100% original beggar outfit in front of everyone;

  Pants are a pair of factory work pants. The two thighs are covered with thick oil stains. It is estimated that they can stand up directly on the ground, and they look like a piece of plate armor.

The    dress is a fattening version of the ladies' cotton suit, with black cotton leaking in the openings, and the zipper has long been broken.

   Putting the cotton jacket on his body, Li Shixin casually pulled a shoelace to his waist. He waved to the little makeup artist girl who was holding her nose, "Come on, put on makeup."

   "Ah, good, good teacher Li!"

The little girl nodded with a bitter face, and walked forward to wear a half-length hair sleeve to Li Shixin, put a messy beard on her cheek, and then put black oil on her face, and then spread it on her face with warm water. Sweat stains.

  Twenty minutes passed.

Looking in the mirror and looking at his own image, Li Shixin took the makeup artist’s gray oil paint and rubbed it on his hands and neck vigorously, grabbed a handful of soil on the ground, and directly applied it to the wig. Rubbed it.

   After the dust was cleaned, Li Shixin went from a 65-year-old man to a homeless man who couldn’t see how old he was—the kind that was put on the street and others looked back.

   "Director, I'm fine."

   Buttoned some black mud into the nails, Li Shixin Shi Shiran got up from the stool and walked to Jiao Chendong.

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

Fan Zhenqiang, whose eyes widened ignoring the side, picked up the script: "Master, this scene is about Qiao Hong's father, who has been a fugitive in the field for five years. He passed by a department store and saw the TV on the counter. The scene of the game on the Asian Games, crying in the street. Just one line, are you okay?"

"no problem."

  Li Shixin nodded.

  There is no script in the original script. It was added by the screenwriter for Qiao Hong’s father to surrender later, just to see Qiao Hong’s side.

  Thinking about it, Li Shixin stood up and entered the position.

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

The shops on both sides of    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 place.

   closed his eyes.

   Brewing for a while, he hissed.

   "Director."

  Jiao Chendong, who had already sat behind the monitor, heard Li Shixin calling himself, and popped up, "What's wrong with him?"

   "Can this scene be changed?"

  Change the play?

  Everyone in the crew was taken aback.

   "Master, how do you want to change?"

Li Shixin pointed to the old-fashioned Maple Leaf bus in the middle of the street, and pointed to the TV in the window of the department store, and said, "Use this game to change the exterior scene into the interior scene. Add two more to the outside of the window and the inside of the window. A camera. One shot from the outside of the car window to the inside, and the other shot 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 head, he clapped his hands hey: "Sure!"

  As Jiao Chendong personally left the field and commanded with Li Shixin, the cameraman quickly fixed the two cameras.

   "Master, are you okay?"

  Looking at the camera, he anticipated the setting of the camera position, and Li Shixin nodded.

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

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

  With a loud shout from the scene notes, all aspects started;

  In Jiao Chendong’s monitor, passers-by were bustling on the streets of the old city in 1982.

  A crouched body, as if a little short in the crowd, whoever sees it will only avoid, and won’t take a second look, gets into the bus.

   "Dogday! Come here and sit in the car again!"

  Following the driver's scolding and complaining with the passengers who couldn't bear the smell of him, the tramp looked dodging and walked dumbly to the empty back row of the bus.

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

   just stood in front of the safety bar, leaned all the weight of his body, and stared at the ground with his godless eyes amidst complaints.

  At this time, in the department store window outside the car window, there is still a color TV that only upper-class families can afford, and a game is playing.

  "Audience friends, this is China Central Television. What is now being broadcast for you is the women's gymnastics event in the New Delhi Games. The next player to appear is the young player of our gymnastics team, Qiao Hong."

  In the broadcast on the bus, there was a sound almost synchronized with the outside TV.

  Hearing the words Qiao Hong, the tramp seemed to be hit hard by a big hammer. Huo Ran raised his head and stared at the TV in the window.

  When he saw the figure that was thinking about it, but standing up quietly in the years, his eyes trembled and his mouth opened wide.

   In the TV screen, Qiao Hong wiped the anti-slip powder from her hands, raised her chin, and made preparations.

  But just when she was about to start the action, the bus shook abruptly and set off for the next stop.

   "No, no, let me go!"

  The tramp trembled and ran to the door of the car like crazy. No one heard his dry and hoarse voice that he hadn't spoken in years.

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

  He ran to the back of the car frantically.

   "Qiao Hong's movements are very difficult, let's see if she can successfully complete the next set of movements"

  During the broadcast, the voice of the narrator continued.

  But the TV in the window still drifted away with the slowly moving bus.

  At this time, the tramp was in the anger of all the people in the car, and he had climbed to the rear window of the bus. As if he wanted to stick out his face, he pressed it tightly against the window. The eyes are like fear of missing the best view of this life, the boss who stares at him, without blinking.

  The window is still far away.

Until the window became the last point of sight, an exhilarating voice from the informant came on the radio: "Done! Qiao Hong successfully completed this set of extremely difficult moves! Good job! This Chinese gymnastics Team teenager"

   "Fly Xiaohong, face the wind, fly!"

  In the bus, the tramp cried out like a heartbreak, exploding in the sound of pointing and pointing.

  Remorse is mixed with pride.

   "Okay, pass!"

Behind the monitor, Jiao Chen wiped the corners of his eyes. After a long delay, he suddenly stood up and took the lead and clapped his hands.

   Turned around and glanced at Fan Zhenqiang, who was leaving quietly, with a blushing face, Jiao Chendong smiled slightly. With the whole group of staff, they greeted Li Shixin who was slowly walking down from the bus.

   "Teacher Li has worked hard!"

   "Teacher Li, you have worked hard!"

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

  Jiao Chendong stepped closer, and ignoring the taste of Li Shixin's body, cruelly hugged him in his arms.

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

   "Thank you, old man!"

   "Comrades, Teacher Li, it's finished!"

  Drops!

  Received an additional cheer value of [Not giving up], 24612 points!

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

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

Qiao Hong wiped her tears in the crowd, and smiled at Wu Ming, who also had tears in her eyes: "I have never seen my father when he was wandering. He has never mentioned it to me since he was in jail. He just said he was running away. In the days, there is not a day not thinking about me. Now, I think I know what he was like at the time."

  　PS: Teacher Li’s first play is finished. I want to ask for a wave of recommendation votes, um, just a little bit.

  　　

  (End of this chapter)