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Chapter 91 Page 91 of the script "Overhaul, please re-read!"
For a while, Lu Xinghuai lived very leisurely.
After the Chinese New Year, when I return to my home from the old house, the scenery is exactly the same as usual, but it always makes people feel that something is missing, and the desertedness is better than before.
With his position in the circle, he can take on even fewer scenes than ordinary actors.
Because the position of the director has to be chosen, the object of cooperation has to be chosen, and the script has to be chosen.
Rather lack than abuse.
When there is no good notebook to choose, it is common to be idle for a few years.
The latest job that might be on his schedule was pushed to him by Wei Qiming.
Since the first season of "Survival from Nowhere" exploded, director Lin Jia's net worth has also risen with the tide of Cool Audio, and now the variety shows he plans are all top-level teams, top-level scale, top-level budget, and top-level investment.
No more money shortages.
During the gap between preparations for the second season, Lin Jia aimed at a fast-paced slow drama.
"Going on a trip?let's go!", Lin Jia plans to find a group of superstars, and let them take two, two and four, invite friends, and travel by car with their friends in the circle.
Because he has been on the road, it seems that the pace is very fast.
Because there is no script, being with familiar and acquainted friends and getting along with ease is very in line with the intention of returning to life and returning to the original heart.
Lin Jia was courageous and thoughtful. He wanted to invite Lu Xinghuai, but he knew that he would definitely not be able to invite him directly, so he tried to save the country and put his idea on Wei Qiming. If Wei Qiming asked for a friend, Lu Xinghuai would be the first one to call.
So now, Lu Xinghuai has endured his soft and hard times for a long time.
"...What are you playing, Lu Xinghuai, it's too much! Director Nie promised to come!"
On Saturday afternoon, Lu Xinghuai moved the lucky bamboo to the center of the yard, while he sat on the bench in the yard, basking in the sun with the bamboo, his two long legs propped up loosely, his voice was lazy like the sun, and he refused lightly.Said: "No, I'm not interested."
Traveling by car sounds like a poor tour of a group of old men nestled in a jeep. It is noisy, unable to sleep, and maybe not able to take a shower.
Wei Qiming had no choice but to resort to the ultimate weapon.
"Where's your little boyfriend? Self-driving tour, my buddy will give you an assist, what a great opportunity, if you miss it, it's gone. Besides, knowing me is also considered a profit for him, okay?" Wei Qiming often feels that the only person in the worldHe himself remembered that he was the film king."And Director Nie and the others, let's go there, isn't your little boyfriend's future magnanimous stardom paved?"
Wei Qiming continued to fool Lu Xinghuai into participating in a daze, and was surprised to find that Lu Xinghuai remained silent, as if he was really thinking about his words.
"Damn it. Don't tell me, why do you really think so? Lu Xinghuai, you have changed. What about your perseverance as a filmmaker? How about integrity? You've been single for a long time, can you let go of all these?!"
Lu Xinghuai interrupted him calmly.
"He is filming and has no time to go."
So don't worry, his integrity can be preserved for the time being.
Seeing that he couldn't be persuaded, Wei Qiming was rather disappointed, and casually complained: "...It's okay to come and play for a few days in the middle and be a flying guest."
Before Wei Qiming hung up the phone, still not forgetting his wickedness, he smiled strangely and wretchedly, and answered his previous question.
"What else could be missing...You're going to lose your energy without your little boyfriend."
Lu Xinghuai tilted his head slightly, and reached out to touch the leaves of the lucky bamboo.
Noncommittal.
Lu Xinghuai knew how busy Meng Huo was these days. He was so busy with Weibo and WeChat that he might not post it once a week.
"He's very busy." Lu Xinghuai said calmly without much emotion in his voice.
Wei Qiming gave a "tsk" in disapproval. The mother's single love is really troublesome. He dialed him earnestly and said, "Are you telling me this, or are you telling it to yourself?Don't lie to yourself, well, the busier you are, the more you need the care of love."
The last words Wei Qiming said to him were: "A coquettish boyfriend is the best life, Lu Xinghuai, listen to my advice, give it a try."
Lu Xinghuai hung up the phone, held the phone, and sat in a daze for a while
Son, then opened Weibo, entered the words "Twenty Two" in the search box, and immediately many related hot searches popped up. He casually clicked in to read a few, and then related to Meng Huo's atmosphere sense Reuters.
The restrained and luxurious high-end fashion, coupled with Meng Huo's face and body frame, any one looks like a screenshot of a movie, which is perfect.
Passers-by who didn't know the truth thought it was an idol drama. It wasn't until fans popularized it that they realized that it was a female group portrait drama. Meng Huo played the leading role.A restrained elite young man.
The crew of "Hard to Chase" caught up with the enthusiasm and released the trailer. The contrast between Ji Feng, who is dark and clear, is obviously different from this character, and he also has a beautiful and miserable white-moonlight/muse attribute. The contrast makes expectations full again.
Lu Xinghuai switched back and forth between these photos. Only he knew that the young man who was alone in front of the camera and was exaggerated and humiliated was obedient and cute in private. He secretly bought the dean's clothes to pretend to be an adult.I have to play tricks with him to sell miserably...
This feels pretty good.
The corners of Lu Xinghuai's raised lips tightened suddenly when he saw a strange related hot search.
What he found was the draft that Zheng Qihua bought at a high price. Lu Xinghuai didn't want to click into the comment section to read it, but the marketing accounts were all saying that it was good to match and good to eat.
The long and narrow eyes narrowed slightly.
Is this what they call the young milk dog...
Meng Huo once told Bei Bei that he disliked him for being too old. Would he really like this?
Lu Xinghuai, who had never doubted himself before, realized for the first time what a sense of crisis is.
Lu Xinghuai spent the whole afternoon researching why the next year is so easy to drink.
To sum it up a bit.
"Because the young dog hook is enthusiastic enough, active enough, and will act like a baby, and only the initiative will have a story, everyone!"
In a well-known question-and-answer app, Gao Zan replied this way.
shooting scene
Joan was sitting in the armchair, looking down at the script, and the scene she saw on the rooftop in the early morning of a few days ago flashed before her eyes.
She was addicted to cigarettes the night before, so she managed to fall asleep, but she was still hungry when she woke up in the morning.
She didn't dare to smoke indoors, and was afraid of being photographed by interested people, so she had to go to the hotel rooftop early in the morning.
The sky has not yet been polished, and the early spring morning is cold and windy.
Before she opened the door, she heard energetic voices coming from outside.
"In front of the mountain there is Yan Yuanyan, and behind the mountain there is Yan Yanyuan. The two came to compare eyes. I wonder if it is Yan Yuanyan's eyeball, or Yan Yanyuan's eyerounder than Yan Yuanyan's?"
The young man's voice was straight and round, and he didn't even stutter a word for such a twisted sentence.
It is not difficult for those who have studied film school seriously, but for those who have not received a major education, it is naturally difficult to practice at the beginning. Meng Huo has obviously been practicing for a while.
Although the young man worked hard, he did not treat himself badly at all. He was fully armed, wrapped in a warm coat, put his mobile phone on the railing of the roof, and put his hands in his pockets. After a long time, he stretched out a finger and tapped the screen.
Curly and lazy.
It's not the kind of fake effort to impress yourself, but the efficient introversion of "I don't know how to suffer at all if I can't bear it".
With a half-drunk coffee cup in his hand, the young man seemed to feel bitter, and after taking a sip, he felt disgusted for a long time, and stuck out his tongue.
One minute on stage, ten years off stage.
It seems that reading the lines is just a simple sentence, but in fact, every item needs to be worked hard.
During the four years of college, Joan got up every day to practice morning exercises, thinking about breathing, enunciating words, pausing, vocal accent...
Looking at the young man's back, Joan suddenly remembered the youthful years when he got up early to take the film school exam. The hand that pushed the door stopped, and the rusty iron door made a harsh creaking sound.
The voice of the tongue twister stopped suddenly.
Meng Huo followed the sound and turned his head, Joan looked calm and walked up.
The long hair is loose, and the face is facing the sky.
Joan was biting the cigarette, holding the fire in his hand, tilting his head to light the cigarette butt, and then slowly exhaled a cloud of mist.
Meng Huo politely
Say hello to her, then move to the corner by yourself, in order not to disturb others, practice more quietly than before.
Joan looked down on Meng Huo at first, thinking that he was just a vase held by capital. He had neither talent nor hard work, and he was not worthy of being called an actor at all.
But after acting in the past few days, Joan felt that Meng Huo's talent is not bad, and he can even be called a god's meal. His body and voice are very good, especially his eyes, which are unpolished and clear, like a piece of wood.Uncut jade, waiting to be polished, hides infinite possibilities.
However, what she didn't expect was that after she mercilessly pointed out that the lines were not good, the way Meng Huo came up with was not to find someone wronged to complain, nor to spend money to empathize with her, but to secretly get up every day to practice early morning exercises.
Joan took out her mobile phone, found Meng Huo from the large group of the crew, and sent him a friend request, and verified that the column of the message was not her remark name, but a string of 11-digit numbers.
The voice of the smoker was a little hoarse, Joan put out the cigarette butt, and said lightly:
"This is Teacher Chai who taught me the art test back then. Now that he's retired, he said that I gave you the phone number. Whether he is willing to teach you depends on fate."
There are many art exams that are quick, and they pay attention to quick results. Meng Huo has no time and opportunity to take serious classes, so he can only use the fragmented time to secretly make up classes.
But at any rate, it can be considered a systematic study, which is much more useful than Meng Huo's figuring it out on his own.
Meng Huo looked at this string of numbers, and then at Joan's lonely and haughty back, flicking his clothes away, and felt that he was like a salted fish in a martial arts novel who was rewarded with martial arts secrets by a peerless master.
Turn the salted fish over and take a closer look, the salted fish turns out to be a koi!
After adding Mr. Chai's WeChat | letter, Meng Huo finally knew who Joan's personality of being proud of his talents and striving for perfection could follow.
Meng Huo's current routine is as follows: every day after the play, he returns to the hotel to continue taking online classes to make up for the small stove. After the class, he has to complete the homework assigned by the teacher, recite the next day's lines, and then go to bed. Get up at 5 in the morning to go to the rooftopPractice your motto and voice, then have breakfast, continue filming for a whole day, and start again and again.
At 10:30, Meng Huo finally finished his online class and quit the app only to find that the two video calls Lu Xinghuai had just made to him were blocked by the focus mode he had set.
Meng Huo hurriedly called back, and it didn't take long for the phone to answer the phone.
Lu Xinghuai sent him a video call, but Meng Huo sent him a voice call.
"Still busy?"
Hearing this familiar gentle voice, Meng Huo felt like a man who had been tired, thirsty and hungry after walking in a snowstorm for seven days and seven nights, and came to a small log cabin with a fire burning in the fireplace.There is a fragrant gravy soup...
Meng Huo wished he could jump on the bed and roll around, and fell asleep until it was dark.
Meng Huo suddenly realized that he really missed Lu Xinghuai.
"...Not busy, not busy. What do you want from me?" Meng Huo tried his best not to sound tired at all.
Lu Xinghuai held the phone.
For a while, I thought of what Wei Qiming told him, "The best life is for a coquettish man", and for a while, I thought of Gao Zan's answer, "Talents who take the initiative deserve stories!".
He paused for a moment before saying, "...Can I have a video session?"
When Meng Huo heard these words, he realized that, seriously, he hadn't seen Lu Xinghuai for a long, long time.
The video recording button on the iPad was still on, and Meng Huo glanced at the camera of the iPad. He now has a black bird's nest on his head and looks like an animal... Damn, it's so ugly!
Never let Lu Xinghuai see it!
"Inconvenient?" Lu Xinghuai could feel Meng Huo's reluctance.
Meng Huo had no choice but to say "Yes" vaguely, trying to get away with it.
Just as he was thinking about how to get over this, the door rang twice.
Meng Huo heard the Sanskrit sound as if he heard it.
Meng Huo and Lu Xinghuai were talking on the loudspeaker, so any movement from Meng Huo's side could be heard on the other side.
"Brother Meng, are you there?" The door rang twice politely, followed by a young voice
male voice.
It's Zheng Qi.
Meng Huo raised his eyebrows, unable to figure out what he could do to find him at night.
"Mr. Lu, the actors in the same group have something to do with me. I'll call you back later." Meng Huo covered the receiver and said softly, fearing that Zheng Qi might hear him outside, the voice was very low, and then he made a gesture to askCut off the phone.
Lu Xinghuai paused, with a hint of persuasion: "But it's very late, I might go to bed later, what should I do?"
Meng Huo was so dizzy that he didn't understand the meaning behind Lu Xinghuai's words.
It's not angry, it's just a little awkward, as if asking him to choose between calling him or Zheng Qi...
"Then you have a good rest, don't wait for me, I'll fight tomorrow!" Meng Huo was heartless, and felt that he was really considerate of not letting Lu Xinghuai stay up all night for him!
Lu Xinghuai: "..."