Chapter 684

Li Shixin volunteered in the Zhongshan Welfare Institute, but his motives were not pure.

On the one hand, I really learned that the welfare home was short of manpower and wanted to help take care of the children in the welfare home. On the other hand, I want to take this opportunity to observe life and prepare for the performance of "As Long, Love".

Through the observation of the children in the welfare home during this period of time, Li Shixin can be said to have thoroughly understood the internal and external characteristics of patients with intellectual disabilities.

And embodied in the film is a large number of details of the character form.

saw the performance of Li Shixin's opening in the video. In the comment area, it exploded!

", Xinye has played a fool this time?"

"I was so devastated, my previous impression of Xinye always stayed on the roles of a veteran of the Tang Dynasty, an old man looking for a wife, and a grandfather of the undertaker. But after reading this paragraph, I feel that Xinye should play a fool, he seems to be a fool himself, am I hopeless?"

"Don't go ahead, you're not alone!"

"Ask a kind person to delete this video, don't let Xinye play a fool, it's so special! I can't look at it directly, I cover my face.jpg"

"Shooting cockroaches, I have a mouthful of leek egg-stuffed dumplings squirting out of my nose. This wave is definitely a comedy and didn't run away!"

"Welcome to watch the Weibo reserved program - Variety Xinye, online intellectual retardation. ”

"A group of sand sculptures know how to play around. Watch the show, watch the show!"

I have watched this old man for more than a year, but until Dazhi shoots the dead cockroach, I have never been able to connect with the Xinye in my impression. ”

"The Security Bureau works and often comes into contact with special groups for work reasons. When I saw this paragraph, I was really shocked! It was exactly the same as the intellectually disabled patients I usually come into contact with! You should pay attention to Li Dazhi's speech speed when he spoke, he often needed to pause and blink quickly before continuing. This is a reflection of the fact that people with intellectual disabilities can't remember difficult words! This performance is simply amazing!"

"I have never been in contact with a person with intellectual disabilities, but this paragraph of Xinye really makes me suspect that this person is sick himself. What does it mean to be a good actor? Only the character has no self, what is it like, what is it that is, this is a good actor!"

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Looking at the big rainbow fart in the comment area, all the folds on Li Shixin's old face were soothed.

What is the most feared thing to be a human being?

There are two pieces.

Everyone knows the bad things they do.

No one knows what he did.

Specific to life, it is roughly a fart on the bus, and no one wants to be pointed at by the full bus and say: Why are you farting spicy eyes?

And when I bought a new car, I wanted to stop and see my relatives and friends as soon as I opened the door, by the way: Yo, it's gone!

Now, seeing the praise for his acting skills in the comment area, Li Shixin is naturally smiling.

Everyone is polite, it's too vain!

Compared with the old man's superb acting skills, you can see through the fog and see the essence clearly, and pay attention to the key points at a glance in a large number of bewitching sluts, which is really greasy!

The old man admires, admires!

That is, in Li Shixin's aunt-like smile, the plot of the first act of "As Long, Love" continues.

The first few minutes mainly show the living conditions and living environment of the protagonist Li Dazhi.

The cramped and dilapidated bun shop isn't always so busy, and the boss who is called the fat brother by the neighborhood looks fierce.

The mess caused by Dazhi's bad brain made the fat brother very angry.

After the meal was over, there were two left, Fat Brother and Da Zhi in the bun shop.

While preparing the stuffing of the buns to be used tomorrow morning, the fat brother counted the wisdom of the people.

"Don't tell outsiders about everything in the future, you know how difficult it is for me to do this?"

"If you don't have a good brain, you just talk less and do more, just say that today's cockroach, what do you have to compare with what we have in the store? Alas, didn't Allah hear you, and if you look like this, I'm going to deduct your wages!"

Obviously, Brother Fat's Dazhi didn't listen to a word.

At this time, he was busy around the center of the whole world - that pot of steamed bun filling.

"Five catties of pork filling, three sections of green onions, five spoons of salt, one spoonful of five-spice powder, three spoons of soy sauce, two spoons of chicken essence, sesame oil...... One, two, three, four, five... Bottle cap. Two spoons of cooking wine, an appropriate amount of minced ginger ......"

With a snorting mouth, Dazhi put the ingredients into the basin like a scientist had prepared some kind of potion.

Then, pick up the long pair of chopsticks and stir them round and round.

Smelling the aroma emanating from the basin, Dazhi clenched his fists excitedly.

Then, he slapped his hands vigorously.

Looking at Dazhi, who was completely silent in his own world, the fat brother shook his head helplessly. With those greasy hands, he took out an envelope from his butt pocket and slapped it in Dazhi's hand.

"Save some flowers! Hurry up and get out of work, I'll be annoyed when I see you. ”

Holding the thin envelope, Dazhi was happy again.

He put down the filling, picked up his clothes, and ran out of the bun shop.

For Dazhi, this world may be small.

The people he knew were all crammed into this narrow neighborhood.

"Yo, Dazhi is off work?"

The lame man pushing the tricycle and selling dry tobacco greeted him.

"Sent to work Dazhi, I will invite you to drink at night?"

The old man with the bottle burped.

"Book that, Dazhi, you are an old man, Nong Fa is going to scrape me off the list!"

Grandma Wu at the mouth of the alley scolded.

"Watch your step!"

The old pedant, who was sitting at the doorway and looking at the book, took the scroll and pointed out the uneven road.

The long shot, which is one and a half minutes long, accompanies Dazhi all the way, showing this corner of Zhongshan Street and the people living here in front of the audience.

At the same time, it also shows Dazhi's life circle and his friends.

"I, hair, work, salary, it!"

At the end of the alley is an old two-story building.

In front of the building's gate, a rusty plaque with the words "Zhongshan Welfare Institute" has been blurred.

Against the dark building, Dazhi shouted with pride higher than the clouds.

Immediately, in the eerie welfare house like the castle where the witch lived, there was a chaotic footsteps.

The three people who were abnormal at first glance came out of the welfare home.

"Dazhi, you, really, awesome!"

"How much did the boss pay you? How much did you pay? Didn't he say that he would deduct your salary, did he deduct it?"

"My Doraemon is sick and his stomach is open and I want to go get him stitched. ”

"I haven't bought the plate for the second part of Zhu Gege yet. ”

"I want to eat Shaxian snacks, Shaxian snacks ......"

Looking at the three mentally handicapped patients who came out of the welfare home, and then seeing the first one anxiously turning in circles in place, constantly asking Liu Xin, who had not been deducted from his salary, netizens, exploded!

"Nima, I've watched Liu Xin act in so many film and television dramas, this one is the most comfortable to watch!"

"With this appearance alone, this role is definitely the peak of Liu Xin's acting skills!"

"It turns out that I have always blamed Liu Xin before, it's not that he has bad acting skills. But...... I haven't met a role that suits him! Nima is a natural fool!"

In just an instant, the comment area was amazed by Liu Xin's image in the play!

Meanwhile.

The other side of the city.

In the bedroom, looking at Li Shixin's full affirmation of his new role in the Weibo comment area, Liu Xin's forehead floated a few black lines.

I thank you so much for your appreciation of Lao Tzu!

Silently, Liu Xin lit a cigarette for himself.

With the smoke wafting up, the tears in his eyes could no longer be choked.

Goodbye, national idol.

After the filming of this scene, the distance between myself and my idol is getting farther and farther away......