On the set, watching the two actors who played the second male lead, the atmosphere was very awkward for a while.

Li Shixin looked at Fan Zhenqiang, who was unhappy on the side, and didn't care about it.

"Big man!"

He shouted at the big man on the set who was cleaning up.

It's been almost a month since he joined the group, and Li Erga, the big man who was fighting in the garbage dump before, has changed his appearance. When he was at the junkyard, this boy made himself like a man in his thirties and forties, but after taking a shower and changing his clothes, and now having a decent job as a thief in his own opinion, he returned to the appearance of a young man in his twenties.

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

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

"Ahh

"Did you bring what I asked you to prepare?"

"Uh-huh!"

"Bring it!"

"Okay!"

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

In front of everyone, open the contents inside. Good guys, everyone on the crew has a tight nose.

A set of dirty clothes in the schoolbag that can't be seen in their true colors, and they smell sour in the winter!

"Old man, I've been leaving you for a month. ”

Li Erga smiled when he saw everyone's appearance.

Li Shixin wrinkled his nose.

When I first learned that I was going to play the plot of the second male wanderer, in order to pursue the truth of the role. He told the big man to keep the same garment as a homeless man and use it as a prop costume.

I didn't think that the big man was too real, and he didn't bother to wash it.

Hey, this smell.

Although he was a little snorted, after Li Shixin settled down, he still took off his coat without hesitation, and put on the 100% original beggar outfit in front of everyone;

The pants are a pair of work pants from some factory, and the two thighs are full of thick oil stains, and they are estimated to stand up directly on the ground, and they look like a piece of plate armor on the body.

The clothes are a fattened version of women's cotton clothes, with black cotton leaking from the mouths, and the zippers have long been broken.

Putting the cotton clothes on his body, Li Shixin casually pulled a shoelace and tied it around his waist. He beckoned to the little girl who was pinching her nose on the side, "Come on, put on makeup." ”

"Ah, good, okay Mr. Li!"

The little girl nodded with a bitter face, walked up and brought Li Shixin a half-length hair cover, pasted a messy beard on her face, and then put on black oil, and then applied warm water to her face to imitate sweat stains.

Twenty minutes passed.

Looking at his image in the mirror, Li Shixin casually took the gray oil paint of the makeup artist, wiped it vigorously on his hand and neck, grabbed a handful of soil on the ground, and directly rubbed it on the wig cover.

After cleaning up the floating ashes, Li Shixin's whole person changed from a sixty-five-year-old man to a homeless man who couldn't tell how old he was—the kind that everyone else looked at when he was on the street.

"Director, I'm all right. ”

After buttoning some black mud into his fingernails, Li Shixin Shi Shiran got up from the stool and walked in front of Jiao Chendong.

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

Ignoring Fan Zhenqiang, who was wide-eyed on the side, he picked up the script: "Old man, this scene is Qiao Hong's father, who has been a fugitive in other places for five years, passing by a department store, and seeing Qiao Hong's game in the Asian Games on the TV on the counter, crying bitterly on the street. Just one line, you're all right?"

"No problem. ”

Li Shixin nodded.

This paragraph is not in the original script, it was added by the screenwriter for the plot of Qiao Hong's father to turn himself in later, just to see Qiao Hong's side.

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

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

The shops on both sides of the street are all in the style of the seventies and eighties of the last century. Li Shixin stood in the middle of the venue and watched the group performers take their places.

I closed my eyes.

After a moment's deliberation, he hissed.

"Director. ”

Jiao Chendong, who was already sitting behind the monitor, heard Li Shixin call himself and popped up, "What's wrong old man?"

"Can this scene be changed?"

Change the play?

Everyone in the crew was stunned.

"Old man, how do you want to change?"

Li Shixin pointed to the old-fashioned maple leaf bus in the middle of the street, and then pointed to the TV in the window of the department store, and said: "Make use of this play, and the exterior scene will become the interior scene." Outside the window and inside the window, add two seats. One from the outside of the car window to the inside, and one from the inside of the car window to the outside window TV set. ”

Although Jiao Chendong is not a well-known director, he has attainments.

As soon as Li Shixin said this, he immediately understood what he meant.

After passing the picture in his mind, he clapped his hands: "Cheng!"

As Jiao Chendong personally went down to command with Li Shixin, the cameraman quickly fixed the two camera positions.

"Old man, are you alright?"

Looking at the camera and thinking about the setting of the camera, Li Shixin nodded.

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

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

With a shout from the field notes, all sides moved;

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

A homeless man who was hunched up, as if he was a little shorter in the crowd, and anyone who saw it would only dodge away without looking at it more, got into the bus.

"Holy shit! Come and sit in the car again!"

With a burst of angry scolding from the driver, and a burst of complaints from the passengers who couldn't stand the smell of him, the homeless man dodged his eyes and walked to the back of the bus where there was no one.

Faced with vacant seats, he hesitated, but did not dare to step forward.

Just stood in front of the safety bar, leaned all the weight of his body up, and stared at the ground in a stunned daze in the midst of a complaint.

At this time, in the window of the department store outside the car window, a game was still playing on a color TV that only upper-class families could afford.

"Audience friends, this is CCTV, and now it is broadcasting for you the women's gymnastics event in the venue of the New Delhi Asian Games, and the next player to appear on the stage is Qiao Hong, a young player in my country's gymnastics team. ”

On the radio inside the bus, the sound was almost synchronized with the TV outside.

Hearing Qiao Hong's words, the homeless man's whole person 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 had been thinking about it for a long time, but quietly standing up in the years, his eyes trembled and his mouth opened wide.

In the picture of the TV, Qiao Hong wiped the non-slip powder on her hands, raised her chin high, and made preparations.

But just as she was about to start moving, the bus shook violently and headed for the next stop.

"No, no...... Down, I'm down!"

The homeless man trembled and ran to the car door like crazy. No one heard his dry and hoarse voice, which had not spoken for years.

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

He ran frantically to the back of the car.

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

On the radio, the narrator's voice continues.

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

At this time, the homeless man was in the angry eyes of the whole bus, and the whole person had climbed to the back window of the bus. As if trying to stick his face out, he pressed against the window. His eyes were like he was afraid of missing the best scenery in his life, staring at the boss and the boss, without blinking.

The shop window is still far away.

It wasn't until the shop window became the last point of sight that the narrator's excited voice came from the radio: "It's done! Qiao Hong has successfully completed this set of extremely difficult movements! Good job! This young Chinese gymnastics team ......."

"Fly... Xiaohong, face the wind, fly!"

In the bus, the heart-rending cries of the homeless exploded in a blazing chatter.

Remorse is mixed with pride.

......

"Okay, pass!"

Behind the monitor, Jiao Chendong wiped the corners of his eyes. After slowing down for a long time, he Huo Ran stood up and took the lead in applauding.

Turning around and looking at Fan Zhenqiang, who was blushing and quietly leaving, Jiao Chendong smiled slightly. With the whole group of staff, they greeted Li Shixin who slowly walked down from the bus.

"Teacher Li worked hard!"

"Teacher Li, hard work!"

Walking out of the emotions in the play, Li Shixin looked at the crew members who ran in front of him one by one, smiled and nodded: "Thank you, everyone's hard work!"

Jiao Chendong walked closer, ignoring the smell of Li Shixin's body, and hugged him fiercely in his arms.

patted Li Shixin's back heavily, he took a step back and bowed loudly.

"Thank you, old man!"

"Comrades, Mr. Li, it's finished!"

Drip!

Received an additional [Reluctance] cheer value, 24612 points!

In the face of the staff and group performers who gathered in front of him and applauded constantly, Li Shixin folded his hands and bowed constantly.

Outside the set, a group of Li Shixin's old fans also slapped hard.

Qiao Hong wiped her tears in the crowd and smiled at Wu Ming, who also had tears in his eyes on the side: "I haven't seen my father when he was wandering, he never mentioned it to me after he was imprisoned, just said that in the days when he was escaping, there was not a day when he didn't think about me." Now, I think I know what he was like. ”