After Zhang Shan and Liu Jiyue discussed, they set off for East Street.

Firefly Photography Base is a film and television city specially used for shooting campus scenes, of which West Street is more modern and East Street is more retro.

Zhang Shan thought to himself, since Xu Zhen and his family chose to shoot on East Street, and the title is "Old Boy", it seems that their micro-film should tell the old story of their parents' generation.

Well, this theme can be regarded as a different way.

The two set off from West Street and walked to East Street in less than ten minutes.

Zhang Shan thought that with so much equipment in a crew, it would be easy to see, but he didn't expect that the two of them went around East Street several times, and they never saw any trace of the "Old Boy" crew.

"Do you have Shen Tang's contact information?" Zhang Shan turned his head to look at Liu Jiyue on the side and said, "I don't seem to have it." ”

Liu Jiyue took out her mobile phone and said, "I have, I just filmed a TV series with him in the first half of the year, and the contact information is still hot......"

As she spoke, she found Shen Tang from the address book and sent him a message.

Soon, however, the following message appeared on the phone's interface:

Shen Tang initiated a friend verification, and you are not his (her) friend yet.

Liu Jiyue: "......"

You, you, you......

You are ruthless! Nonsense! Vexatious!!

Seeing this, the corners of Zhang Shan's mouth twitched, and he reluctantly comforted: "Oh, what kind of person is this!" ”

"You don't want to see us, we don't have to see you!"

"Let's go, brother will take you to eat popsicles."

The two came in a hurry, returned in disappointment, and went to the commercial street south of the film and television city to buy popsicles with a stupid face.

……

Firefly Photography Base was built more than 10 years ago.

In the beginning, the commercial street in the south relied on the film and television city, and business was quite prosperous.

But now the business of the film and television city is not as good as year after year, and the shops on the commercial street have also closed down.

Today, there are only six or seven shops left in the entire street, which looks very depressed.

Zhang Shan bought a bag of popsicles in a commissary, except for one for him and Liu Jiyue, and the rest was going to be taken back and distributed to the rest of the crew.

"Zheng Zheng Zheng ......"

As he walked, Zhang Shan suddenly heard a guitar sound, listening to the prelude, which seemed to be the "First Ballad" of Neon Country.

However, when the prelude ended, the vocals sounded, and the lyrics were sung in Chinese.

"That's the person I love day and night;"

"How on earth should I express it, will she accept me......"

Zhang Shan instantly became interested.

Carrying a bag of ice cream, he searched all the way down the street, and soon found the owner of the voice in a small barber shop.

Zhang Shan stopped not far away, looked in through the glass window facing the street, and looked at the silhouette, feeling that the person who sang was probably a thirty-year-old brother.

He sat on the sofa by the window of the barbershop with his guitar in his arms, his face tilted up, his legs shaking, and he sang while playing.

The old brother was dressed very deliberately, with a big back, a three-quarter sleeved suit, and the leather shoes on his feet were shiny in the sun.

However, whether it is his back or his line, it all reveals a strong sense of cheapness.

The most speechless thing is that this old brother obviously has a good voice, but he likes to "show off his singing skills".

Crazy transposition, slurred words, and indiscriminate use of angry sounds, these "mystery skills" not only failed to add color to the song, but rather added to the painting.

“…… Life is like a ruthless knife that changes what we look like; ”

"Do you want to wither before it blooms, I have a dream......

Zhang Shan pursed his lips, feeling that the oil on this old brother's body could be scraped off to stew a pot of spicy crayfish.

He was about to walk away with a popsicle when suddenly, the song entered the chorus.

The old man changed his sitting position, and his waist was straight.

At the same time, his voice soared higher, and the clear treble was like a lotus flower pulled out of the mud, greasy away, and suddenly became pure and clear.

"Youth is like a rushing river, and if you don't come back, you can't say goodbye;"

"Only numbness remains, and I don't have the hot-blooded ...... of the year"

Zhang Shan stood outside the window, listening to this high note, only to feel that the old brother in the barber shop instantly seemed to be ten years younger.

The sun shone on his body through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the old brother was full of energy, and his body even glowed with the unique brilliance of a young man.

…… Hey?

Zhang Shan blinked.

Young people??

Since the "old brother" had just changed his sitting position, Zhang Shan could see his face clearly.

Small eyes, single eyelids, slightly drooping corners of the eyes, and clear and smooth facial lines.

This face is not very handsome, but it has a sense of harmlessness and delicateness.

"Ah...... Oh my God, Shen Tang?! ”

Before Zhang Shan could speak, Liu Jiyue on the side had already screamed.

- This "greasy old brother" is actually one of the leading actors of "Old Boy", Shen Tang!

Shen Tang heard someone call his name, put down his guitar, and turned his head suspiciously.

It was facing the stunned eyes of Zhang Shan and Liu Jiyue.

"Brother Shan, Satsuki?" He exclaimed.

Shen Tang had just painted "middle-aged makeup" just now, and was looking for a greasy feeling, but he didn't expect to meet an acquaintance.

"Why are you two here, and you're here to film?" Shen Tang asked.

Zhang Shan saw that he was overhearing other people's singing and was discovered, so he smiled awkwardly and simply pushed the door in.

"Ah, yes, our crew is also filming here." Zhang Shandao.

He turned his head to look around, and noticed that the décor in the small barber shop was very shabby.

Chandeliers, ceiling fans, and an old-fashioned TV hanging in the corner.

The dusty walls, dirty floor tiles, sofas, and swivel chairs all have varying degrees of peeling, and it looks like they haven't been renovated for at least ten years.

The barber in the shop is not as fashionable and cool as Tony's teachers in the city, this man is quite tall, but slightly hunchbacked, with short black hair, black T-shirt, the edge of the T-shirt is tucked into trousers, and a brown belt is tied outside, looking earthy and decadent.

The Firefly Film and Television Base is an outdated photography city, and the shops here are almost of this grade, and Zhang Shan doesn't think there's anything wrong.

He sat down next to Shen Tang and said with a smile: "Why don't you go to the set, but run to the barber shop?" ”

When Shen Tang heard this question, he glanced at the barber with his back to him, and said, "If the plot needs it, I'll do a hairstyle." ”

After that, he pointed to the big back on his head and said in a low voice: "It just so happens that there is a suitable barber shop here in the film and television city, isn't it saving money, haha." ”

Hearing this, Zhang Shan and Liu Jiyue smiled heartily.

The two of them looked at the hairstyle of Shen Tang's spicy eyes, and they didn't understand the meaning of his words.

- It seems that Shen Tang plays a poor middle-aged man in the play.

He deliberately made such a cheap hairstyle to match the setting of the characters in the play.

Thinking like this, Zhang Shan couldn't help but turn his head to look at the barber behind him, with a smile on his face.

I don't know, what kind of mentality will this barber have when he knows that his carefully made hairstyle is being used as a negative prop?

It's definitely not going to be happy anyway.

Zhang Shan stroked his own inch and whispered: "Hey, speaking of which, my hair is also a little unqualified." ”

"This is the assistant who pushed me with a clipper in the morning, I didn't push it clean, in fact, it should be bald."

Shen Tang blinked, took off his chin and gestured to the barber in front of him, and said, "Then you let the master shave you." ”

"It's just a bald head, it's the same anywhere, it's cheap here."

Zhang Shan thinks about it.

And I was embarrassed to sit like this in someone's store, so I asked, "Master, how much does it cost to shave your head?" ”

The head shaving master not far away glanced sideways at him and said, "5 pieces." ”

Zhang Shan was stunned when he heard this.

I'll go, is this the price of the urban-rural junction? So affordable??

"Master, then when this big brother finishes shaving, you can shave my head bald." As he spoke, he directly took out a five-yuan bill and slapped it on the bar, with a rich face.

The head shaving master didn't say anything, only handled the customers on his hands with his hands and feet, and then simply swept the hair stubble on the ground and invited Zhang Shan to the swivel chair.

Zhang Shan sat in front of the mirror, looked at Shen Tang on the sofa with the image in the mirror, and continued to chat with him: "Hey, you played a middle-aged man very well, if you didn't look at your face just now, I almost thought you were really an uncle." ”

Shen Tang grinned and arched his hand: "I have won the prize." ”

"Middle-aged people are really not very good at acting, I always didn't act well at first, and then I caught a key word: 'greasy'."

"Anyway, how greasy it is, it's on the road all of a sudden."

Zhang Shan said: "Xu Zhen is also in your class, what role does he play?" Is it also middle-aged? ”

Shen Tang blinked and said with a smile: "He doesn't play middle-aged, he plays my son." ”

Upon hearing this, Zhang Shan suddenly showed a look of disappointment and said, "Ah, it's a pity. ”

"I just saw him play Mrs. He in the small theater two days ago, and I feel that he is quite good at playing the old man."

As he spoke, the head shaving master sprayed Zhang Shan with some oily spray, and the razor was held on the back side, and the knife hung neatly from bottom to top.

The blade is over, the hair stubble is shaved clean, and it does not hurt the scalp at all.

Zhang Shan's scalp was slightly itchy by him, which was very comfortable.

Just as he was shaving his head and chatting with Shen Tang, the TV hanging on the corner suddenly sounded.

"American pop superstar Michael Jackson died of a heart attack at the University of California Medical Center in Los Angeles on the 25th at the age of 50."

"Huge crowds of fans go to the hospital and Jackson's residence......"

Zhang Shan looked at the TV screen suspiciously.

What's going on?

How long has it been since Jackson died, and what year is this "news"?

However, at this moment, the razor that had just been shaving smoothly on his scalp suddenly stopped.

Through the mirror, Zhang Shan saw the barber behind him holding a razor, looking up at the TV in the corner, his eyes gradually frozen.

The barber watched the "news" on TV without blinking, his lips trembled, and for a long time, he still didn't say a word.

Zhang Shan looked at the reflection in the mirror and clearly saw:

At this moment, the barber's already decadent and numb face seemed to have lost its last trace of vitality, and the glimmer of light under his eyes flickered lightly, and then completely extinguished.

All that remained was ashes.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Shan only felt a sigh in his heart.

Being emotionally infected by the barber is still secondary, the key is......

Why does this face look so familiar?!!

Zhang Shan turned his head abruptly and stared at the "middle-aged barber" behind him with wide eyes.

After a while, he licked his dry lips and said with a confused expression: "Are you ...... Xu Zhen? ”

Hearing this, the "middle-aged barber" put down the razor in his hand, smiled slightly, and said, "Yes, hello senior, meet for the first time." ”

With his smile, the ashes and depression that had just attached to him instantly dissipated, and the eyes reappeared with the look of a young man.