Hengdian often says: group performances are common, but Zhongte is not common.

Zhou Jin, who finished the killing, kept brushing the Q group, and didn't wait for Zhongte's play, and he didn't even have a prospect.

went to chat with Erdongzi privately, but Erdongzi replied with a few words coldly: 5 o'clock tomorrow morning, service department.

Early the next morning, when Zhou Jin rushed to the service department, it was already overcrowded, and Er Dongzi commanded several buses to load the group performers.

Zhou Jin said hello to him, and finally squeezed in and found a seat.

After a while, several buses were full of people and started slowly, and the group performers below suddenly exploded.

"Brother Dong, take me with you, I haven't received a play for a few days. ”

"Brother Dong, do you still need someone behind?"

Er Dongzi waved his hand to drive people away, "Go and go, if you want to take over the play, hurry up early tomorrow!

Zhou Jin glanced at the time, and deeply felt that the style of Erdongzi, when it was liberated, was definitely a shot goods.

"Hey, brother, do you know what kind of drama is today?" Zhou Jin asked the people in the same seat.

"I don't know, I heard that it was an anti-Japanese war. ”

There are two types of crews in Hengdian, one is costume films, and the other is anti-Japanese war films.

This is the first time Zhou Jin has received an anti-Japanese war film, and he is a little excited to think that he can wear a military uniform.

Well, it's better to play the eight roads, not the devil, and not the second dog.

As soon as the old brother next to him saw Zhou Jin's appearance, he knew that he was a rookie who had just come to Hengdian, and said with a dark smile: "When you get to the crew, you will know that it is amazing." ”

When they arrived at the crew, the group performers began to divide into teams, some played devils, some played the wounded, and Zhou Jin naturally ran to the team of the Eighth Road.

After receiving the costumes and props, Zhou Jin received a prop gun, and a dark gray Eighth Route military uniform, which was new and a little wrinkled.

Zhou Jin shook off his military uniform a few times, put it on, and then learned from others, tied his leggings, held a gun, and stood there one by one, and the spirit immediately came out.

Zhou Jin felt that he was heroic.

"Lizheng!" came a black face in a military uniform, who looked like an officer.

The other group performers subconsciously stood up.

"Look to the right!" "Look ahead!"

The black face gave a few orders, commanding the group performers to stand in a row of five and seven in a row, all of them standing upright.

"With a gun in your right hand, the cat leans forward," the black face demonstrated, "and you can follow me later, just don't run around." ”

"It's that simple?" Zhou Jin said curiously.

Blackface nodded, "It's as simple as that." ”

Zhou Jin thought that when he returned to the Anti-Japanese War drama, he had to have tactical actions such as crawling forward, lying down, and aiming, but it turned out that he thought too much.

When filming started, the battlefield was on a dirt slope, a group of performers staged devils on the hillside, Zhou Jin and them played eight roads under the hillside, and a team of salted fish hid in the shed to play the wounded.

The pyrotechnics had already buried the explosives, and the director gave an order, "Bang, bang, bang!" and exploded, raising bursts of black smoke.

There was a loudspeaker in the air, just one word: Run!

The black face bent over and waved his hand back, "Everyone come with me!" and ran out.

Zhou Jin and the other group performers followed behind with guns, running in the smoke and dust with a disgraced face.

"Phew!" he always felt that when the dynamite exploded, dirt splashed in his mouth.

Suddenly, there was a small ditch in front of them, and everyone hesitated for a moment and stopped.

"Run, run...... If you can't blow it up, don't stop......" The drama next to him urged loudly.

Blackface gritted his teeth and yelled, "Brothers, rush over!"

Then he jumped down, and the others jumped with him, and the sludge splashed everywhere, and he couldn't care about it when it spilled on his face.

"Phew!" this time it was sewage spilling in his mouth.

It was easy to rush across the ditch and run to the end, and a drama manager over there waved his hand desperately and said loudly: "Hard work, run again!"

Then they made a detour and ran back again.

"Let's just keep running?" Zhou Jin gasped, this body was okay on the bed, but it was really useless on the battlefield.

The black face wiped the sweat and said, "The group performance is not enough, and if you want to pretend that there are many people, we have to run over and over again." ”

In this way, running back and forth all morning, I don't know what the effect of the final shooting will be, anyway, Zhou Jin feels that his lungs are about to burn.

Hengdian in August was so hot that the sun was shining brightly, and the clothes on the whole body were dry and wet, wet and dry, sticking to the body, uncomfortable to death.

At noon, I still eat potatoes and cabbage, and a bowl of egg drop soup without egg drops.

Zhou Jin looked at the lunch box, but he really didn't have any appetite at all.

"Phew!" he sat on the ground and spat hard.

"Brother, let's shoot an anti-Japanese war scene for the first time, just get used to it. The black face sat next to him.

Zhou Jin nodded, not even having the strength to speak.

"Let's just eat some, anyway, when you're full, you have the strength. The black face said again.

"Hmm. Zhou Jin answered, and then took out a bottle of old godmother from his bag, at this time, only a woman like the old godmother could make him rekindle his appetite.

As soon as he opened it, his black face smelled it, and his eyes lit up, "Eh, buddy, give me some." ”

Zhou Jin handed him the bottle, took it with a black face, and directly put the bottle into the lunch box.

"Hey, you leave me some. Zhou Jin hurriedly snatched it back.

"Hehe, I won't eat you for nothing," the black face stirred the meal with the hot sauce, and after taking a big bite, he smiled mysteriously:

"In the morning, we came running, and in the afternoon we started to shoot guns, do you see those pits on the mountain? If the director doesn't arrange it in the afternoon, you try to stay near those pits. ”

Zhou Jin didn't know why, but he nodded when he looked at the sworn appearance of his black face.

Filming started in the afternoon, almost the same as in the morning, the explosives kept exploding, the smoke and dust billowed out, and the group performers ran over and over again.

The loudspeaker kept urging, "Hurry, hurry, don't stop!"

"Huhu-" Zhou Jin gasped loudly, his legs sinking to death.

He looked up at the sky, and suddenly felt the urge to press the director's head into the mud pit.

Just know that it's fast, fast, why are you so fast in bed?!

"You, you, this way, this way!" a drama agent hid behind a stone and suddenly shouted loudly at Zhou Jin.

Zhou Jin ran over with a rolling belt, only to see that there was a big pit there and a spring bed was buried.

While eating, he got the hint of a black face, so he kept wandering around the pit.

"Jump, jump!"

He didn't know what was going on, but he jumped into it with his head down, and was bounced high by the spring bed.

At the same time, the explosive point next to it exploded instantly, raising a puff of dust with a "bang".

In the camera, it was as if Zhou Jin was blown away by a bomb.

After landing, he wanted to look up to see what was going on, but the drama manager next to him hurriedly said: "Don't look up, you just lie here, don't move!"

Zhou Jin understood that the meaning of the black face was to let him play a dead corpse here.

The group performers are generally reluctant to play the dead because they are unlucky, but at this time, Zhou Jin realized that playing the dead is actually not bad.

At least you don't have to run anymore, you can lie down on the ground, stick your head in the dirt, listen to the sound of gunfire in your ears, and don't care about anything.

He just hoped that the grandchildren wouldn't step on him.

When it was almost dark, the trumpet of the charge finally sounded, and the eight-way people rushed to the position with guns in hand, and cheers came.

This cheer is not performed, it is sincere, because it is finally over!

And Zhou Jin didn't know when he had been buried in the soil and fell asleep.

......

By the time Zhou Jin woke up, everyone had already finished work.

Zhou Jin crawled out of the mound, gray-headed, dirty and smelly, like a yam egg.

Sitting on the bus, a car full of people looks like this, tsk, don't mention the smell.

It was easy to return to the small B&B named Hongfei, feeling the cold wind blowing from the air conditioner in the hall, Zhou Jin couldn't help but feel excited.

"Huh, why do you look dirty?" Sister Lu was greeting guests in the hall, and was startled when she saw Zhou Jin coming in.

It was the first time she had seen Zhou Jin so embarrassed.

Zhou Jin didn't speak, he just sat on the ground, he felt a little dizzy, and his eyes began to darken.

"Sister Lu, is there any water?" he asked in a hoarse voice.

"I'll get it for you. Sister Lu hurriedly went to open the refrigerator.

"I think he seems to be suffering from a little heat stroke, but he doesn't dare to drink ice water," there were other guests in the hall, and a middle-aged bald head stopped Sister Lu and said, "Let's get some salt water." ”

"Okay, then please wait a minute. Sister Lu said sorry and went upstairs.

Waiting for a big bowl of salt water to go down, Zhou Jin let out a long breath.

He looked up at the hall, and first saw a large bald head, and behind him stood five or six fashionably dressed young men and women, all standing there looking at him curiously.

A young man wearing a peaked cap seemed to be the leader, looking at Zhou Jin, he didn't know what to say to the middle-aged bald head, and the middle-aged bald head nodded again and again.

"That, I'll go up first......" Zhou Jin felt some strength regained and struggled to stand up.

He knew that he must be embarrassed to death now, so he didn't want to be watched.

Saying hello to Sister Lu, and walking on the legs that felt that they no longer belonged to him, Zhou Jin slowly walked back to his room.

When I went upstairs, I heard Sister Lu negotiating with the middle-aged bald head, "My house here is a long-term rent, and short-term rent to you is already an exception, thirty a day, one to pay three." ”

Zhou Jin said in his heart, Sister Lu is dark enough, and he rents it for only five hundred a month.

I didn't expect the bald head to really agree, "The price is not a problem, we are here to make a movie, we are not familiar with life, and I hope the proprietress can give me more advice." ”

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say. Sister Lu agreed.

Zhou Jin was a little puzzled, making a movie, just a few of them, and still living in a place like Jiangnan Street.

He didn't think much about it, he went back to his room and took a shower first. Zhou Jin couldn't wait to pour all the shower gel and shampoo on his body, watching the sewage mixed with foam on his body continue to flow, and he felt some pleasure inexplicably.

After taking a shower and not bothering to dry his hair, Zhou Jin fell directly on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

Today is the first time since he crossed over, and he realized: It's really tiring to be a group performer!