Song Zheng was nervous, the closer he was to the set, the stronger this feeling became, he felt that his hands were shaking, and he felt uncomfortable no matter how he sitted. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Master, how far is it?"

The filming location is at the other end of Yanjing, if you take the bus, you have to pour several cars, in order not to delay others, Song Zheng took a luxury and took a taxi.

The driver pointed to an old building in front: "See, just the building in front, young man, what are you doing here!"

Song Zheng didn't speak, but Song Ning hurriedly said, "My dad is going to make a movie!"

"Make a movie!" the driver laughed, obviously not convinced, but still complimented, "Okay, young man, all made movies, if I become a big star in the future, I will blow it with my buddies who are in a sports car, and we have even pulled a big star!"

Song Zheng knew that what the driver said about "blowing and blowing" was actually talking about him, and he didn't mind, listening to the driver's words, it made him not so nervous.

The car stopped on the side of the road, Song Zheng got out of the car with Song Ning in his arms, took out his mobile phone, and dialed the number left by Zhang Yuan.

"Brother Zhang, I'm Song Zheng, oh! I'm here, it's downstairs, I don't need to pick it up, you tell me what floor it is, I'll just go up by myself!

Nima!

This building has thirteen floors!

Carrying Song Ning on his back, Song Zheng started a long journey, and before he was on the top floor, he heard the noise and shouting from above, and the voices were boiling, and it was very chaotic, whether this was the filming of the crew or the demolition team!

"Song Zheng!"

Song Zheng looked up and saw Yuan Quan looking down at him, waving his hand and smirking, and then ran down and took Song Ning from Song Zheng's back.

"Let's go up!

Late?

"Didn't you say you should arrive before ten o'clock?"

Yuan Quan saw what Song Zheng was worried about, and said with a smile: "It's okay! We just came here to prepare in advance, you came just in time, not late!"

Song Zheng listened, and then he was relieved, what he was most afraid of was causing trouble to others, in the same way, he was also afraid that others would make trouble for him, so he went upstairs and happened to see Zhang Yuan commanding the crew to do this and that, but he had the aura of a big director.

Seeing Song Zheng, Zhang Yuan greeted him with a smile: "Yo! Come on! Xiao Song, hurry up and prepare, makeup artist, where is the makeup artist, hurry up and put makeup on Xiao Song!"

When Song Zheng was in Hengdian in his last life, he had been with many crews for many years, and he was also clear about some of the crew's work.

After arranging Song Zheng's makeup, Zhang Yuan said to Yuan Quan, who was holding the child: "Yuan Quan, Xiao Song's child will be handed over to you, give it a good look at others!"

Yuan Quan responded with a smile: "Don't worry! I used to be at home, and my aunt's sisters were all brought up by me!"

In this regard, Song Zheng is not worried, Song Ning is very obedient, just have someone to watch, even if it is not as prominent as Yuan Quan's child's resume, it is no problem.

The makeup artist looked around Song Zheng, and the first thing he said was: "Can you shave your beard first, you don't have to shave it all, leave a little stubble!"

This is really harsh, but since you have taken other people's money, what to do, it is all up to others, Song Zheng asked for an electric razor, pressed it on his chin, and rubbed it a few times.

"Is that okay?"

The makeup artist took a closer look, nodded, and then began to apply foundation to Song Zheng's face, makeup is such a thing, Song Zheng has lived for two lifetimes, and it is the first time he has encountered it, the smell of cosmetics makes him very unaccustomed to it, so he can only endure it.

After Zhang Yuan finished arranging other things, he came over and asked, "Xiao Song, have you read the script well?"

Song Zheng nodded, although he didn't go to school much, he had a very good memory, and he couldn't remember what he had seen at least twice.

Zhang Yuan then asked: "So how do you understand this character and this story?"

Song Zheng was dumbfounded when he heard this, when he was in Hengdian in his previous life, he had also seen the director ask the actors to do role analysis, and he even saw a Hong Kong big-name star, who wrote a notebook full of character analysis alone, but he may not be able to read it.

"This ~~~~~~~~~"

"Say whatever comes to mind!"

Song Zheng accepted his fate, after memorizing the script yesterday, he really pondered it, but he didn't know if it was a role analysis, and then said: "Xiaoding is a ~~~~~ reporter, yes! It's a reporter, and then, his girlfriend gave him a green hat, and then, he had a dream, and then, he went to Hainan, and then, he was beaten up, and then, back!"

Zhang Yuan listened, he wanted to laugh, tried to hold back, and was still waiting for Song Zheng's then, but after waiting for a long time, there was no follow-up, and he asked tentatively: "Then what!?"

"It's gone!"

Speaking from the heart, Song Zheng felt a little blushing.

"Oh! That's it!" Zhang Yuan was also a little embarrassed, he laughed twice, and said, "Well, what about the whole story!"

Song Zheng simply broke the jar and broke it: "I didn't understand!"

Damn, you can say it so confidently if you don't understand it.

Zhang Yuan was convinced and explained to Song Zheng: " Let's start from the shallow level, the narrative aspect, this story, tells the story of the guardian of the dream and the loss of the dream, Xiao Song, the reporter you play Xiao Ding, while tired in the same work, but also encountered betrayal and hurt in love, in a trance, he followed the dream to Hainan, thinking that what he could get in the dream would be presented in reality in front of him in a real way, but when he was inexplicably beaten in Hainan, another person explained another dream to him, but that person never believed this dream that he had done many times, Xiao Ding was silent after listening to his narrationIn the end, he pulled back the real Yanjing in the dream of Hainan, the bar was still noisy and noisy, and the lights were still bright, Xiao Ding finally chose to leave the bar quietly with his buddies, and at the end of the story, Xiao Ding and the girl in the dream finally passed by. ”

Zhang Yuan said for a long time, Song Zheng was convinced, and suddenly there was a sense of frustration that he was crushed by someone in terms of IQ, and he was about to speak, but found that Zhang Yuan had not finished speaking.

"Let's analyze from a deeper level, all the reality outside the dream, but only the viewer as an outsider knows best, all those dreams that are haunted by the dreamer, in fact, are in other places they can't see, vigorously staged, some dreamers try their best to capture, some ignore it, try their best to capture, but at the closest moment but miss, ignore it, and in the unintentional indifference, do not know that these dreams are actually within reach, which is why we regret the loss of the opportunity to capture the dreamer, and also disdain and ridicule the reality and cowardice of the indifferent, but as a viewer, as an outsider, we are the reasonWhat can we do with all this proper pity and disdain? We can only look at the lapse of these dreams, autonomous or involuntary, from the perspective of the beholder. ”

Zhang Yuan said that the high tide was repeated, and the superiority in IQ made him extremely satisfied, and he almost couldn't help moaning.

Song Zheng not only straightened his eyes at this time, but his heart was about to be straightened, looking at Zhang Yuan's two thick lips like installing a motor, flying up and down, the only thought was: Nima!

"Xiao Song, do you understand what I said?"

I understand, uncle, what you just said was human language?

Zhang Yuan felt that he was not enjoying it yet, and then came: "We can also analyze it like this, balabala, crackling, coo, we ordinary people, we are happy today, I want to fly to the sky, shoulder to shoulder with the sun, the world is waiting for me to change, hello audience friends, now I am doing a live broadcast for everyone in the Capital Workers Stadium, have you gone to work, my brother jumped in front of the crooked river, my sister is singing a song every day opposite, my sister is going to cross the river, which one will push me, I am very pleased to see you The river flows eastward!" The stars in the sky are ~~~~~~~~~~"

Song Zheng felt that his brain was not enough, and all kinds of bands were crazy to enter, Zhang Yuan's mouth was like a borrowed one, and he was in a hurry, and he said endlessly, but Song Zheng began to wander outside the world.

Well?

Song Zheng suddenly found a problem, since he came here just now, he didn't see Zhou Xun, what he was looking forward to most today was to see the beautiful fox Xiaowei, didn't he come yet?

"Xiao Song! Xiao Song!" Zhang Yuanzheng said, finding that Song Zheng's gaze had lost focus, "Do you understand what I said?"

"Huh?" Song Zheng woke up like a dream, looked at Zhang Yuan, and suddenly understood, "Oh!

Zhang Yuan knew from looking at Song Zheng's expression that if he really understood, then there would be a ghost!

Forget it, anyway, I'm too happy, and I don't have to be too demanding when I treat rookies, I don't have much hope of expecting Song Zheng to perform the essence of this story through the outside.

"Okay, you experience it first, let's try a scene later, just the scene between Xiaoding and Lan Lan in bed. ”

Bed play!

Song Zheng has read the script, so he naturally knows what this scene is playing, although there is no substantive content, but according to the description of the story, the two oranges seem to have just finished that thing, lying naked on the bed.

In other words, he will lie naked on the bed with Zhou Xun later.

Song Zheng was directly stunned when he didn't have any interest, should it be so difficult as soon as he came up!

Zhang Yuan didn't notice Song Zheng's shy little eyes, got up, pulled his neck and roared twice: "Brother Xun, Brother Xun!"

As soon as Zhang Yuan finished shouting, he heard someone talking in another room.

"Here we are!"

With the sound of talking, the person had already come out, wearing an ultra-low-cut dress, revealing Bai Huahua's shoulders, Song Zheng only glanced at it, and felt that his head was hot, and he had an urge to have a nosebleed.

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