"Who is this handsome old man, and what role is he in the play?"

"What kind of coach? This actor knows Mr. Qiao?"

Looking at Li Shixin, who was standing in front of the corridor on the first floor and a half, and listening to the gossip inquiries of the entertainment reporters around them, Wang Hai and Jiao Chendong were a little stunned for a while.

Wang Hai naturally knew that the person standing at the top of the stairs at this time was Li Shixin.

He was so impressed with the old man that he could think of the old man turning to ashes, and he could think of the ashes pulling at the hem of his trousers.

But now, looking at the old man who was dressed in a sportswear from the early days of the real ancient period, with a slippery mouth around his neck......

If it weren't for the vaguely familiar facial features, Wang Hai would almost not dare to recognize it - the change is too great!

This change is not only the image contrast caused by makeup, but also the subversion of temperament.

Through the first few contacts, Wang Hai's impression of Li Shixin is a kind old man with a slight hunched body, often holding his hands behind his back, always smiling, and crow's feet stacked together.

Although it is superficially kind.

At this time, Li Shixin, with a straight back, looked tall and tall, as if he was ten years younger. The kindness and peace between the eyebrows disappeared without a trace, and was replaced by a full sternness. If you look closely, even the nasolabial folds next to his mouth seem to be a little deeper.

It's a shame that he knew it was acting on the set, and if he met the opposite side on the street, he really wouldn't dare to admit it!

"Uh. Facing Yu Ji's inquiry, Wang Hai hesitated, "This is the actor who plays Coach Liu, Li Shixin, Old Man Li." ”

After speaking, he patted Jiao Chendong beside him, "It's Old Man Li, right?"

As a director, Jiao Chendong was also shocked by Li Shixin's ever-changing temperament.

But he knew what kind of role he was like, and he knew what kind of actor he was like, so he nodded and confirmed: "That's right, Mr. Wang, it's the old man." ”

As soon as several entertainment reporters heard this, they immediately smelled the smell of the material and immediately walked towards the stairs.

......

The staircase on the first and a half floors.

Li Shixin looked at Qiao Hong, who was obviously an old lady in front of him, but looked like a girl, and frowned.

"Hello Mr. Qiao. ”

Li Shixin said Teacher Qiao, which made Qiao Hong sober up instantly.

She looked blankly at her surroundings, and then at the man in front of her blankly, the shyness and panic on her face gradually faded and returned to her previous appearance.

Regardless of Wang Hai, Yao Wenyuan and others who strode to her side, the old lady waved her hand.

It seemed that he was going to dissect the posture with his eyes, and he looked Li Shixin up and down carefully again, and Qiao Hong said with a slight abruptness; "You...... Not Coach Liu. ”

After saying this, the old lady laughed at herself: "Look at me, I'm confused again." Coach Liu passed away in '02, and I also attended the funeral. How can you be Coach Liu?"

Afraid that the old lady would be stimulated again, Yao Wenyuan on the side hurriedly helped Qiao Hong, "Teacher Qiao, don't be excited. ”

Qiao Hong smiled and waved her hand.

Once again, Li Shixin looked at him carefully for a while.

During this period, she raised her hand many times to touch Li Shixin, but she seemed to be afraid of breaking the flowers in the moon mirror in the water, and finally put it down.

It wasn't until the circles under his eyes were red that he sighed: "But it's really like, it's too similar." ”

As she spoke, she pointed to Li Shixin's sleeve that only rolled up one side, "It's not just that the temperament is like, Coach Liu's right arm has been injured and he is afraid of the cold." The sleeve of the tracksuit jacket is always only on the left side, and even this little habit is the same. You, do you know Coach Liu?"

Li Shixin looked at the posture on the set, listened to the whispers of the people around him, and roughly understood what was going on just now.

Facing Qiao Hong, who was staring at him with red eyes, he smiled slightly: "I know, a new old friend." ”

"No, what do you mean by a new old friend?" Wang Hai on the side wondered: "Besides, Coach Liu is going to ......"

Halfway through speaking, for fear that Qiao Hong would be stimulated, he swallowed the second half of the words back alive.

Seeing that Wang Hai was uncomfortable, Li Shixin smiled heartily, "Why can't the new friends be old friends?" As for how to make them...... God's friend. ”

It is indeed a divine relationship.

In order to play this role well these days, Li Shixin not only read through and studied the original book several times, but also made great efforts to search for film and television materials about Coach Liu on the Internet.

There is not much information, only a pre-game interview of the Asian Games, and a few interview videos of local news.

In the face of these limited video materials, Li Shixin repeatedly tried to imitate them. From the style of dressing, to the demeanor of the movements, to the subconscious habits, the tone of speech and the accent.

Listening to the slight Hunan accent between Li Shixin's words, Qiao Hong couldn't control herself anymore, she grabbed Li Shixin's arm.

"You are not only a god friend with Coach Liu!"

In front of all the reporters and crew members, the old lady wiped away her tears and once again showed an innocent and innocent smile like a little girl: "In your place, Coach Liu is still alive!"

Hearing Qiao Hong's sentence was not a compliment, but it was almost the highest evaluation of an actor, there was silence on the set.

I don't know who started it, but there was an echoing applause on the set.

Immediately, applause spread.

Drip!

Received a cheer with a strong [Reverence], 47569 points!

Silently accepted the applause, and in the tide of applause, Li Shixin bowed slightly.

"Teacher Qiao, let's go back to the hotel. It's been a toss all morning, you have a good rest in the afternoon, and tomorrow the Beijing Sports Bureau will send someone to pick you up. If you're still flying, don't be too tired. Taking advantage of everyone's applause, Yao Wenyuan pushed the wheelchair to Qiao Hong's side and gently persuaded him.

But I didn't want Qiao Hong to stubbornly shake her head, "No." Xiaoyao, you tell the other side of the capital, I won't leave. ”

"Huh?" Yao Wenyuan's face collapsed, "Teacher Qiao, what are you doing here......?" You have to go for regular check-ups and treatments. We don't have the same good medical conditions here as in Beijing. ”

"Nope. Qiao Hong shook her head slightly, "Actually, you all know it, and I know it too." Alzheimer's disease is incurable, that's what it is. I thank you for your care of this old thing, but I also beg you to ......"

She looked at Li Shixin, who had already left the set and was about to start filming, and smiled: "Let me remember again before I forget." ”

Such an old man in the middle stage of Alzheimer's disease, who is psychopathic and seriously forgetful as soon as he is stimulated, Yao Wenyuan wanted to refuse.

But thinking of the former world champion's bumpy life and bleak evening scene, he finally swallowed the word "no" and nodded.

In the center of the set, the staff such as field management and photography cleaned up the mess with all their hands.

An Xiaoxiao, who was trembling with fright by Qiao Hong who suddenly went crazy just now, saw that Li Shixin conquered the audience with just one appearance, and his vision had changed.

This is the big guy, right?

This is definitely the big guy, right?

Seeing Li Shixin walk to his side, An Xiaoxiao flew in front of Li Shixin.

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"Big guy, big guy six batches!Teacher Li, do you still lack leg hair on your legs?"

Li Shixin smiled and patted the little head.

"You weren't hurt just now, were you?"

"It's hurt! Mr. Li, you see, my leg was hit by the camera rack, look at it, it's all green!"

Looking at the calf that was indeed a little blue, Li Shixin pressed it hard.

Seeing that An Xiaoxiao just bared his teeth, he withdrew his hand.

"Skin trauma, it's fine. Xiaoxiao, if you encounter this situation in the future, remember to protect your head. ”

"Oh, oh, but, why? Our teachers of Beiwu said that if I was a little fatter, I would be the strongest beautiful leg in Beiwu in the past ten years! Some teachers asked me to insure my legs, saying that even if I can't make a difference in dancing in the future, I can support myself by being a leg model. ”

Facing An's little stinky fart, Li Shixin looked at the sky.

He sighed: "Son, how high are people's achievements. Not to see how long her longboard is, but ...... It depends on how short her shortcomings are. ”

(´･_･`)

"Oh. ”

In the face of this unclear advice, An Xiaoxiao nodded blankly.

"But Mr. Li, what does this have to do with protecting your head?"