Chapter 7: Little Sister Mo
The director of this scene is very happy, because the big man's acting skills are very good. Huo Yunting was also very happy about that, because he took 110 for this job.
turned his head to look at Zhang Debang, but found that he had a serious face.
He has a big back and a long face, which should be a happy thing for everyone, why is his face even paler? It's too cold to freeze?
"Brother Bang, I'm okay, right?"
On the way back, Huo Yunting greeted him, and Zhang Debang's face turned green when he listened.
The performance is really good, the problem is that you are not an ordinary actor, you are acting in your true colors!
He secretly made up his mind in his heart that as long as he received a call from this kid, he would block him when the time came.
His wife and children are hot on the kang, and he has something to do with this mental illness, and he can't tell if he will lose himself one day.
Because of his scruples, he didn't dare to deduct a penny of the 110.
The trip ended early at three o'clock in the afternoon.
was pulled back to the Beijing Film Studio, Huo Yunting squeezed a seat next to the two old bachelors, and began to review the performance in the morning.
Murong Fu is different from the painter's madness, and he actually referred to the schizophrenic patients in the Cangzhou Psychiatric Hospital during the performance.
Just look at the director's expression, you can see that the effect is outstanding.
In addition to this, he also confirmed one thing in this performance: playing a role in reality can indeed help heal.
No, the two old bachelors around him are about to soar into the sky, and there are no naked women in front of them.
Breathe a sigh of relief,, got the hang of it.
Using real-life acting to digest fictional characters is the way to cure diseases!
And the more realistic the scene, the more immersive it is.
Like this morning he was pretending to be a madman in the basement, and he didn't feel it at all. But just pretending to be crazy next to his dead wife, the feeling came up all of a sudden.
I just don't know, is it only possible to play the role in my dreams, and I have the opportunity to try again.
Huo Yunting has never called because he doesn't have a mobile phone, and Zhang Debang has always deliberately avoided it, so more than a month has passed, and the relationship between the two is still just a familiar stranger.
However, these words can be a little later, and the most important thing now is to have a good Spring Festival in 03.
"Bang! Bang! β
"Crackling, crackling......"
January 31, 2003, Chinese New Year's Eve.
The sound of firecrackers can be heard between the buildings, and some colorful fireworks will burst into the dark sky from time to time.
"Blow-ha~"
Take a deep breath, the cold air is mixed with the smell of sulfur.
Huo Yunting liked it very much, which made him feel at home.
"Chubby, don't you set off fireworks? I bought two boxes of Black Boss. β
", I've got a little whip."
Neither he nor Yue Longgang went home.
How can you return to your hometown if you don't get ahead and don't wear brocade clothes?
To put it bluntly, the money earned is too small, and I am reluctant to give it up, and I am embarrassed to go back.
Find a phone booth and make a few dollars of phone calls.
One threw a cannon crackling, and the other threw a whip and made a tiger. Even though it was freezing, the two still had a great time.
"Xiaoyunβ"
"Smack!!"
"Oops! Death to you! β
The cold female voice made the two stop what they were doing, just because she was the landlord.
"Oh, little Sister Mo? Why are you here? Didn't go with your family? β
"It's called Sister Xiaoqi." Mo Xiaoqi, who had long hair and a shawl, raised his eyebrows, "Don't cat from the basement for the Chinese New Year, come up with me to watch the Spring Festival Gala." β
"This ...... It's not appropriate. You said we're two old menβ"
"Don't look at it."
"Take a look, Chubby, stop playing, put it away and watch the Spring Festival Gala."
Mo Xiaoqi rolled his eyes and turned to go upstairs.
A fat and a thin followed behind her, and the sound of high heels hitting the ground clanged.
Looking at the shadows swaying from side to side under his feet, Yue Longgang was always embarrassed to raise his head.
When Brother Yun took him to meet the landlord, he was fascinated by Mo Xiaoqi's face. A smile and a smile hook the tip of his heart.
At that time, he felt that he was full of fighting spirit, and he was fighting to the death for 20 years, and he was the right one!
However, after paying the rent, Brother Yun put his shoulder on his shoulder and talked about Mo Xiaoqi's past, and the more he listened to him, the cooler his heart became.
At the age of 17, she won the championship of the XN Miss Chinese beauty pageant, and then went to Xiangjiang to participate in the 12th Miss International Chinese contest on behalf of XN.
People do not delay their studies, they are graduates of Macquarie University in Australia, and they have a double degree in financial accounting.
As soon as he said this, Yue Longgang instantly dispelled his fighting spirit.
What is there to fight for, I can't meet the standard of others after 60 years of fighting.
Facing this sister, who was only five or six years older than herself, Xiaopang had low self-esteem for a long time.
Walking into room 501, Yue Longgang's whole person was shocked.
It was the first time he walked in.
Pure white floor tiles, fluffy curtains, and of course, what shocked him the most was the TV that looked wider than him.
It's still colored!
He'd never seen a color TV in his life!
"Dear audience friends......"
With the blessing of color, the characters on TV appear more vivid.
He immediately recognized the two hosts on the screen.
"Oops! Ni Ping! And Zhou Tao! β
"Don't be stunned, let's change into slippers and come in, what are you doing at the door of the pestle?"
"Huh? Oh, okay, Sister Qi. β
As soon as the Spring Festival Gala appeared, he was attracted to the past, and the little restraint that had just entered the house was completely forgotten.
"Tut, little Sister Mo, your TV is high-end."
"Changhong's, 21 inches, 3200."
Taking off the tweed coat, Miaoman's figure was wrapped in slim clothes to the fullest.
Gently opened a bottle of beer, poured two glasses, and handed one cup to Huo Yunting.
"It's amazing, I don't have as much TV money as you do with my little fat family."
"Aren't you a big star, you're still short of this money."
"Little Sister Mo, don't say that, I'm just a trick."
Mo Xiaoqi propped his head on his hands, his eyes glancing at the TV, and his delicate red lips left a mark on the glass filled with beer.
"I'm going to Shencheng in a few days."
"Why?"
"Work, by the way, I signed up for an international student class from there."
"You're going to be an actor."
Huo Yunting raised his head, his sharp eyes staring at the woman whose eyes were gradually blurred.
"What? Isn't it good to wait for my sister to mix up and pull you? β
"Brother Yun, Sister Xiaoqi, I'm doing cross talk! It's Feng Gong! β
Yue Longgang greeted the two excitedly, but their attitude was very perfunctory.
"Why do you want to make a play, what name are you going to change this time?"
"It's meant to be, you know?"
Mo Xiaoqi squinted his eyes in dissatisfaction, like a fox with his tail flicked.
"I've studied horoscopes and tarot cards very deeply, and seven is my lucky number."
Huo Yunting grinned and ignored the stubble. This woman is in a good mood and counts a hexagram for herself, and when she is in a bad mood, she calculates a hexagram for herself.
The result of the calculation is not the right one, and he swears that he is the problem.
"When are you leaving?"
"After this Spring Festival."
"So early?" Huo Yunting frowned, "The rent for the two of us will be paid until the end of February. β
"Are you human? Let's break up. "Mo Xiaoqi has a black line.
"Don't, don't, I respect you. I wish you to become a movie queen as soon as possible, and when the time comes, you will give me a hand. β
"I also respect you. Thank you for helping me buy breakfast these few months, and for helping me guard the door and beat up those dead perverts. β
"That's just a craziness to love you."
Two glasses containing orange liquid touched lightly, making a crisp sound.