"It's nonsense, do you know what Old Man Mo was like at that time?"

"In the era of lack of food and clothing, Old Man Mo led people to walk more than 1,000 kilometers, trekking through mountains and rivers, working hard, starving, and being so thin that he was not human-shaped."

"There was another drought, there was no water everywhere, the weather was dry, and the bark was not eaten. His whole body stinks, his hair is knotted, his face is full of scum, and his eyes are sunken, and he looks like a ghost. ”

"The clothes on the body are torn, many of them are shirtless and barefoot, and they are only swarthy with thin ribs."

"Hungry, thirsty, tired and hot, you still have to carry things on your body, you have to carry responsibilities and missions on your shoulders, can you know what it feels like?"

"What are you guys? All of them had ruddy complexions, half-new clothes, and patches, laughing to death. ”

"If you scribble on a mess, you will be considered to have suffered, who are you fooling?"

"Salute, salute to a fart, it's grandstanding, I don't know what to say."

That battle is easy to say now, but at that time, for Old Man Mo, it was also a life of nine deaths.

At that time, Old Man Mo's heart was still beaten, and he almost didn't slow down, and Old Man Sang felt palpitations when he thought about it now.

That scar has also become the medal of Old Man Mo.

It is the glory he brings back from hovering on the edge of life and death.

The young man in front of him said that he was playing the old man Mo at that time, looking at the appearance of a boy with fine skin and tender flesh and a superior life, the old man Sang was angry, who is this burying.

Old Man Mo was also born as a son-in-law, but in those years, Old Man Mo did not have the slightest shadow of a son-in-law, he was just an ordinary soldier who fought bloodily and cherished his family and country.

The old man's voice was already loud, but it was even louder when he was angry.

The angry shouting and scolding has spread to the periphery.

Everyone craned their necks to look here, wondering what was going on, who would be so bold to make a noise on the set.

The filming here has also stopped, and they all looked at the old man who pointed at Ao Shuhong's nose and scolded, or surprised, or surprised, or angry, or gloating.

Ao Shuhong was stunned, he was also a treasure at home, and his parents and relatives cherished and spoiled him.

After coming out, because of his excellent results, he was also complimented everywhere.

No one had ever pointed at his nose and cursed.

The point is that he feels that he is quite wronged in this matter.

What he can do is to show his acting skills, as for the script, he can't be the master of the way or something.

Leng Xiangfei was also a little confused, and secretly held grievances for Ao Shuhong.

The old man is too rude, not to mention that they are just strangers, even if they are acquaintances, they are not so shameless in public.

What's more, Ao Shuhong is still a public figure, which makes him have no face when he goes out.

I opened my mouth a few times and wanted to say something, but the old man's momentum was too strong, and he was forced to force his mouth every time, annoyed and angry.

The filming scene was vandalized, and the director was very angry.

Because of Ao Shuhong's face, he didn't scold.

Seeing that they had not ended for a long time, they had to get up and go over.

"This old comrade ......"

"Who the hell old comrade, where is Lao Tzu old? Blind your dog's eye. "When you are angry, the old man's gangsterism will be exposed at once, no matter who you are, you will yell if you don't go well.

After recognizing his relatives, because of the elm branch, the old man's temper has been restrained a lot, and he generally can't see his gangsterism.

But I'm so angry today that I can't care about anything when I'm angry.

Director Ding Xian, who has lived to be in his fifties and has been famous for more than ten years, has no one who has not given him face so much, and greeted his wife when he opened his mouth.

Immediately, his face sank: "Lao ......" was shocked as soon as he exited the old word, walked a few steps forward quickly, and stared at Old Man Sang: "You are Old ...... Sang"

The old man was stunned, and before he could speak, Ding Xian was excited, and as soon as he grabbed the old man's hand, he burst into tears: "You are really old, damn it, I really damn it, why didn't I recognize you just now." ”

This is not to blame Ding Xian, how could he have expected that Old Man Sang would come here.

And the old man has turned white, dressed decently and thoughtfully, and his temper has been restrained.

People who are not very familiar with it really can't recognize it for a while.

"Sang Lao, you are my idol, you are my eternal hero, I have been looking forward to meeting you, God has taken pity on me, and suddenly sent you to me."

"I'm so happy, I'm so happy."

A good old man, crying like a little daughter-in-law. If he hadn't taken care of his face, he would have to throw himself into the old man's arms and cry.

This flip made everyone confused.

However, with a sentence of Sang Lao, most people at the scene understood the identity of this person, and the excitement that erupted was no less than Ding Xian, and they could understand Ding Xian's mood.

Old Man Wei is a little sour, why can Old Man Sang have people who know him everywhere, but he doesn't?

Anyway, he's a great doctor, so he's angry.

The old man didn't want to think about it, what kind of style he used to be, and it was strange that someone could know him.

As a well-behaved mulberry, he glanced at the sour master, and he was not so rare to complain.

The old man Sang, who was on fire, was also made out of temper by Ding Xian's operation.

Disgusted, he withdrew his hand: "Okay, okay, Lao Tzu is not dead, crying what are you crying, bad luck." ”

Ding Xian was not annoyed when he was scolded, and wiped away his tears with a smile: "Yes, yes, yes, I'm ignorant, Sang Lao, is there something wrong with you coming?" If it's okay, please appreciate your face, I'll treat you to a meal, I'm really happy to see you, I'm ......"

As he spoke, he became excited again, and Baba leaned towards the old man.

Old Man Sang was so disgusted that he stepped back again and again: "If you have it, forget about eating, you can tell me, this thing is your main business?" Are you doing something about Old Man Mo? ”

Ding Xian is naturally familiar with the matter of idols.

Old Man Sang and Old Man Mo are familiar with each other, and he naturally knows it.

Speaking of Mo Lao, Ding Xian hurriedly nodded and replied: "Yes, yes, the eventful years of your second elder have not only brought us peace, but also brought warnings and encouragement, inspiring future generations to not forget the past and strive for the future." ”

"In fact, there are many things that I want to present in the form of films, so that the younger generations can remember the hardships and blood and tears of their predecessors more deeply, never forget their original intentions, and create hope together."

"But a lot of things are not allowed to be filmed, and I can only get advice and approval from many parties before I can carry it out. This matter was also communicated with the leaders for a long time, and later went to Mo Lao to obtain approval, so he got the right to deal with this matter. ”

"Mo Lao said, I can watch and change this matter, as long as I can motivate the younger generations, so ......"

That's why there's a scripted story.

Ding Xian wasn't sure if Old Man Sang was dissatisfied with the adapted story, or if they had dramatized the facts, so he was careful when he said it.

As soon as Old Man Sang heard this, he understood Old Man Mo's thoughts.

The old thing inspires the younger generations secondly, and the main thing is to show off, after all, this is the most glorious moment in his life, and it must not be hyped up.

Thank you for the tip

(End of chapter)