The first guest house of the Ministry of Culture was rebuilt from an underground air-raid shelter, and the room was dark and damp, but fortunately, the ventilation equipment was relatively good, and there was no feeling of stuffiness.

Today, the performance of the Qindao Repertory Theatre was very successful, and after the performance, the ministry will select two songs and dances and two dramas from the participating plays for public performances.

"Xiao Tang, go buy two watermelons, it's hot, I can unscrew the water in this shirt, and then buy a few boxes of Huoxiang Zhengqi water in the health room, everyone has nothing to drink a bottle, heat stroke is terrible...... Well, eat first......"

When people are happy, the food is very delicious, with four dishes and one soup per table, and a meat dish, and everyone eats very happily.

Tang Qin also had a big appetite, no, he sweated again after eating, and enthusiastically gave a few pots of hot water to several actresses, and they didn't mean to leave him to take a bath together, Tang Qin wiped the sweat on his head and walked out of the guest house.

Out of the guest house, deep in the alley is a street barber shop.

It is said to be a barber shop, but in fact, it is a place on the street, a few chairs, a few aprons, a few barbers in white coats, it is a barber shop, although it is simple but it is still quite frequented by many people, and the most important thing is that the fees here are very cheap.

"Have you read the notice, the two murderers in the northeast haven't been caught yet!"

"I heard that a while ago in Hunan, a family of three was killed on the street, and that was called a tragic ......"

……

On a few chairs, a few old men were chatting happily, and Tang Qin knew that what they were talking about was the "Northeast Two Kings Incident" that made the people panic all day long.

Later, I heard that there were a total of 30,000 police and people chasing the "two kings", and it took seven months before and after, which can be described as time-consuming and labor-intensive.

"Young man, come, it's your turn," the barber's uncle beckoned, "Don't look at them, they're just talking nonsense," he looked at Tang Qin, and the manual fader clicked, "The young man is handsome, let's say, do you want to straighten your head or split your head, two or eight or three or seven points?" ”

"I want to get a bald haircut." Tang Qin stared at the clippers in his uncle's hand, this kind of manual clippers often pinched his hair, and it hurt when he pulled it.

"Bald?" A few old men stopped talking, and they all stared at Tang Qin.

In the eighties, shaving one's head was still not a glamorous thing. At this time, except for the shaved heads of the prisoners in the prison, there were only monks who ate fasting and recited Buddha.

"Young man, if there's anything you can't think of, tell the uncle, maybe we can give you an idea." The barber looked at Tang Qin with pity, this young man is afraid that he will be hit by something, otherwise, who will be a good person to get a bald scoop.

"Such a handsome young man, what are you doing with a bald head, isn't that all when you go in?" An uncle doesn't talk about the two kings anymore, obviously, Tang Qin is more attractive than the two kings now.

"Cool." Tang Qin threw his apron in the air, draped it on his body, and sat on the chair with righteousness.

Cut –

A few uncles let out a few nasal sounds in disdain.

"Young man, what do you do, and in which unit do you work?" An aunt with a haircut next to her looked at Tang Qin, the young man Yushu was in the wind, elegant and handsome, with a bald haircut, what did he look like.

"I'm an actor."

Oh, a few uncles breathed a sigh of relief, that must be a performance task, to play the bad guy?

"Nope." Tang Qin spoke Mandarin clearly.

Hey, this young man, a few uncles hate iron but not steel, if their own kid has to kick him.

"Young man, you made yourself look like this, how unbelievable it is, what kind of actor are you still doing? Which leader who dares to use you! The barber simply picked up the razor, "Say, it's too late to regret it." ”

"Uncle, you can do it," Tang Qin's face was tragic, "Lao Jia asked, how to go with China TV?" ”

Brush –

A wisp of green silk fell into the dust, but the uncle didn't answer, and when a bare head of a green void was shining in the sun, the uncle said, "You look like this, don't talk about China TV, even if you get on the bus, the conductor has to drive you down, hey, there are hats sold over there, you can cover up ......"

Cut off three thousand troubles, this is empty and no worries!

Tang Qin touched his bare bald scoop, looked at himself in the mirror, his bald head couldn't hide his handsomeness, he smiled.

Got it—got it—

Tang Qin raised his eyes to look at the cicadas among the locust trees, and he also knew exactly that now Director Yang Jie was really selecting actors across the country.

Liu Wei of the General Political Drama Troupe and Wang Baizhao of BJ Film Studio have all entered her sight.

By chance, in order to find Miss Gao in the collection of Zhu Bajie, I watched the movie "Jing Change", Director Yang took a fancy to Wei Huili among them, the crazy young master in it was more delicate, she felt that she could also try the role of Little White Dragon, but later this person became the second Tang Seng.

These people are not weak.

"Do it alive, count it dead." Tang Qin touched his bald head, "I must play Tang Seng, there is a bottomless pit in front of me, the Flame Mountain, and I also have to make a name for myself." ”

……

Chung Hwa TV, located in the southwest corner of the Fuxingmen overpass on the west side of BJ, is a Russian-style building that was listed as one of the "Top 10 Buildings" in the 50s.

Looking at the sign of "Radio and Television Department" on the side of the door, Tang Qin walked over quickly.

"Stop." When the guard saw a bald head, he suddenly became vigilant and stretched out his hand to pull out his gun.

"Comrade, don't get me wrong, I'm from the Qindao Repertory Theatre, I'm an actor who plays Tang Seng, and I'm here to find Director Yang from the Literature and Art Department." Tang Qin said and hurriedly handed over his work card, eighty-three years, the people of the whole country still did not have ID cards.

The guard took the work card, carefully compared the photo with himself, and suddenly smiled, "Go in, what a handsome young man, how can you give up this hair......"

How did this get in? Don't need confirmation?

"No, who is a normal person who has a bald head." The guards looked cheerful.

Hey, what I said, as soon as Tang Qin touched his head, why did I become an abnormal person?

Tang Qin looked at the broadcasting compound while walking, at this time, around this Russian-style building built a lot of similar illegal buildings, under the east wall of the compound is the convoy of China Television, opposite is the party office, publishing house and radio newspaper of China Television, and the west wall of the compound is the housing management department, financial department and administrative department of Central Television.

The big broadcast is not difficult to find, and the big broadcast at this time is not big, that is, more than 600 square meters, and this year's Spring Festival Gala is broadcast there......

Director Yang Jie was filming the scene in the Tiangong Palace at this time, and was talking about the play, when someone came in, "Director, Tang Seng is here." ”

Which Tang monk?

Director Yang Jie subconsciously thought that Wang Yue was back, but after thinking about it, was the actor from the General Political Department coming, but the appointment was made the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, Xu Shaohua of Shandong Repertory Theatre and Wang Baizhao of Beiying came to try out and set makeup.

"Everyone come out, change the fresh air, and then continue shooting." Since you're here, you always have to see it, so it's time to take a break.

Dry ice, also known as liquid carbon dioxide, is a white aerosol that adheres to the ground and can cause the feeling of clouds and mist.

At this time, there was no dry ice machine, only dry ice bottles, it was like a big oxygen bottle, dozens of dry ice bottles were used in a scene, and the actors also suffered when they stepped on the dry ice, one is because it is too cold, and the legs and feet can't stand it for a long time, and the other is that the smell is bad and choking.

Director Yang Jie took the lead in walking out of the big broadcast, and the assistant directors, scene notes, and actors of the crew also ran out of the big broadcast with hip-hop.

Suddenly, Director Yang Jie's pace slowed down, and a young man with a bald head slowly entered her sight.

Rao has been on China TV for so many years, Rao has been engaged in opera work for many years, and he is used to seeing handsome men and women from major art groups and art academies, and Director Yang Jie is still in a trance.

This is not the popular Ken Takakura-style man, a tough guy like a knife and axe.

On the contrary, this is a standard cream boy, even if he has a bald head, but the young man is still pink, delicate and elegant.

From a distance, the proportions of his facial features are very harmonious, with a high nose bridge, a soft jaw line, and a pair of eyes that are especially black and white, looking clear and deep.

Sword eyebrows and starry eyes, melancholy and moving.

Yes, it's exciting, this face is exciting.

It's easy to look good, but it's hard to make people happy.

Oh, the skin is so white, so white that it eclipses the fairies in today's big broadcast......

He stood there, just a beam of light, or rather, a halo of his own!

Director Yang Jie suddenly felt that there was no sound behind him.

As soon as she turned around, everyone was looking at Tang Seng in front of her fixedly, no one spoke, and no one made noise.

"What a handsome Tang Sanzang." Director Yang Jie said with a smile.

Tang Qin also saw Yang Jie, but his eyes swept over Director Yang Jie's head, and he saw a group of fairies in the Heavenly Palace and Chang'e inside.

"He's here to play Tang Seng?" A fairy whispered, "It's really a handsome Tang monk." ”

"I think he is Tang Seng, isn't Tang Seng the reincarnation of a golden cicada?"

"That's right, it's not like this Tang Seng, and those female monsters can't look down on it."

……

"Director Yang Jie, hello." Tang Qin greeted Director Yang Jie and walked over, but he inadvertently scratched his scalp, he was still not comfortable with the green skin that had just been straightened, and he couldn't help but show a hint of naivety in front of everyone's eyes.

Seeing him like this, the surrounding fairies all giggled, but Director Yang Jie frowned.

This is not in line with Tang Seng's quiet and elegant Buddha temperament, at least not the image in her mind.

"Hey, what are you all doing?" As soon as she turned her head, the whole crew gathered around, the Jade Emperor, the immortals, the fairies, those holding pipas, and those shaking fans, all came to see Tang Qin.

When it was about to get off work, even the female comrades from the team, finance, and party office ran over.

Lesbians, really all lesbians!

The eyes of the women were shining, and the small flames were burning.

You must know that in the early eighties, young men and women would blush when they spoke, and their interactions between men and women were still subtle and shy.

But at this moment, all women's eyes are on Tang Seng!

Bold, direct, unabashed!

"This is Tang Seng!"

I don't know who shouted in the crowd, Tang Qin was running into Chang'e's two small flames, and she, like everyone, looked at this young Tang monk.

Seeing Tang Qin's eyes sweeping, she didn't shy away from it.

"You've decided? So you come to be a director, are you a director or am I a director? Yang Jie pretended to criticize.

You're the director! A group of fairies said in unison.

Yang Jie smiled, looking at the woman who was full of broadcasts, she finally said, "Xiao Tang, I can promise you now, you can come and try out!"

Two days later, still here, we finally auditioned, set makeup, and cast. However, I can tell you that the day after tomorrow, the actors who come to audition are not bad, whether they succeed or not, it depends on your creation......"