After getting off the plane, I called a taxi to the Chedun Film and Television Base.

Along the way, Huo Yunting looked at the scenery on the left and right, and there were high-rise buildings, which were no worse than Beiping.

Huo Yunting couldn't help but sigh in his heart, worthy of being the magic capital.

It's just that behind the rows of high-rise buildings, those dilapidated tiled bungalows are hard to notice.

When you arrive at the Chedun Film and Television Base, a row of dense green forests separates the film and television city from the outside world.

Huo Yunting got out of the car and called Yuan Hua again, and Yuan Hua asked him to go directly to Mahler's villa.

Most of the Chedun Film and Television Base are buildings that imitate the Shencheng culture in the twenties of the last century.

I have to say, it's very targeted.

On the side of Mahler Villa, there are Western-style buildings with garden fountains.

But I didn't see the logo of the "Kung Fu" crew.

I called Yuanhua again, and he said that someone would pick it up later.

I found a more conspicuous place and sat down, took out a cigarette and lit it.

According to his experience as a group performer in Beiping, he couldn't afford to wait for an hour.

"Pretty boy, rub a cigarette?"

Turning his head to look, there was a middle-aged woman in her forties and fifties not far away, playing with a lighter in her left hand and an empty cigarette case in her right hand.

"Gotta take it yourself."

"Thanks. Wow, the big front door? Never smoked. ”

This eldest sister is not tall, but there is a vigorous momentum between her eyebrows and eyes, Huo Yunting glanced at it, and estimated that this is also a practitioner.

"Eldest sister, you are also here to interview as an actor?"

"Oh, I'll come with my sister." She said it casually, as if everything was less important to her than the cigarette she was holding.

Sure enough, he is indeed a practitioner.

Huo Yunting was interested, most of the people in the south were small boxers, and he didn't know much.

Listening to this eldest sister's Cantonese accent, it should be a southern sect?

Cai Li Fo? Wing Chun? The Great Sage Split? Through the back?

Clasped his hands into fists, "Dare to ask this eldest sister, which school is it?" ”

Without waiting for the middle-aged woman to reply, a man with loose hair came running from a distance, jumped onto a nearby step and shouted.

"Huo Yunting! Which one is Huo Yunting? ”

This person is Zhou Xingchi. He recognized it at a glance.

When I was a child, I didn't have this strange disease, and I often watched Stephen Chow's films, and his face can be said to be deeply in my memory.

However, I am an interview candidate who has not officially joined the group, is it a bit too much for the director to greet him in person?

stood up and waved his hand in the direction of Zhou Xingchi, "Director Zhou, I am." ”

Seeing him waving his hand, Zhou Xingchi trotted over all the way, looking him up and down curiously, as if he wanted to look at him from the inside out.

"Director Zhou?"

"Ah, hello, hello, Huo Yunting, right? Follow me. ”

The two turned around to leave, but Zhou Xingchi suddenly stopped and looked at the middle-aged woman squatting next to her and smoking.

After thinking about it, he said, "Sister Yuanqiu? ”

Yuan Qiu?

Huo Yunting was stunned for a moment, is it from the Yuan family class again?

"What's wrong?"

Zhou Xingchi suddenly became interested and squatted directly beside her.

"Sister Qiu, I suddenly found that you are so suitable for the role of charter wife, how is it? Why don't you give it a try? ”

Yuan Qiu frowned, "What are you doing?" I've been married for many years. And I'm here with Tachibana. ”

"Don't, Sister Qiu, the most important thing is suitability. Just the feeling you had just smoked...... That's right! ”

Thinking that Huo Yunting was still standing behind him, Zhou Xingchi pointed to a path in front of him and said, "Ah, you go in first, go from there." ”

"Okay Director Zhou."

Walking towards the path that Zhou Xingchi pointed to, Huo Yunting felt extremely strange in his heart.

It's weird everywhere.

This feeling became more pronounced after I arrived at the Mahler Villa.

How can a marginal interviewer who has not yet officially joined the group deserve to be greeted by the director in person?

If it is said that Zhou Xingchi is interested in himself, why did he go to get close to that Yuan Qiu Tao within two minutes of meeting?

Even when I came here, I didn't have a script, I didn't have any preparation, and I didn't even know who I was going to play.

Blame.

It's fucking weird.

I really can't ask for the ticket money and leave.

Walking in from the trail, after turning a few corners, I saw a vertical board engraved with two big characters of kung fu.

A clearing surrounded by bushes was crowded with people.

Some people are holding a few pieces of paper and talking to the lines with emotion, some people are using their hands and feet together, punching and kicking, showing martial arts, and some people are interviewing for roles.

It can be said that although the sparrow is small, it has all kinds of organs.

So where should he stay?

Just as he was pondering, a man with gold-rimmed glasses walked towards him, and he couldn't help but think of the pickpocket Huo Yunting.

These gold wire glasses are so rare?

"Well, don't be stunned, what are you doing? Which role to interview? ”

As he spoke, he took out a pen and paper in his hand to record it.

“…… I do not know. ”

"Don't know?" The gold wire glasses were stunned for a moment, "I don't know how you found here?" So you always know what your name is, right? ”

"Huo Yunting."

"Huo... Cloud - Huo Yunting? ”

The middle-aged man's handwriting stopped, put away the pen and paper violently, and shouted as he ran.

"Brother Hua! Brother Hua! The Huo Yunting you mentioned is here! ”

The sound was loud, sharp and piercing, causing many people in the clearing to stop what they were doing and look in his direction.

Then a buzzing of mosquitoes began.

Vaguely listening to himself being discussed.

Huo Yunting began to get impatient, he didn't like the feeling of being watched as a monkey show.

"Oh, Huo Yunting, right? Hello hello hello. ”

A lean middle-aged man smiled and stretched out his hand towards Huo Yunting.

Although he looks thin, he is very energetic.

The outstretched arm was vaguely distinct from the muscles and muscles.

“…… Hello. ”

The two shook hands, and Yuan Hua took his shoulders and led him to Hong Jinbao.

"Senior brother, look at it, you're very strong."

Huo Yunting's eyelids raised slightly, and he was from the Yuan family class again.

Counting the Yuan Qiu outside and the junior sister he said, this is already a member of the four Yuan family classes.

Hong Jinbao stared at the teacup with both eyes, took a sip lightly, and did not look up.

"Young man, are you Huo Yunting?"

He didn't like this method of interrogation, but because the person who questioned him was Hong Jinbao, he still nodded.

"Yes."

"How long have you been practicing martial arts?"

"More than ten years."

Hong Jinbao put down the teacup and raised his eyelids slightly.

"For more than ten years, you dare to call yourself a martial artist? Isn't it too arrogant? People who practice martial arts pay attention to a down-to-earth person, and it is not good to play this kind of disguise. ”

Huo Yunting's brows furrowed, how long has it been since the name of Ren Qiu Chuanwu came out?

In his opinion, this name is also spread in North China, and further afield, it spreads to the Northeast.

Why did Hong Jinbao in the coastal area hear about it?

"I didn't come up with it myself, it was someone else."

"And I guess this name is only spread in North China, why have you heard of it as a Xiangjiang person?"

Yuanhua didn't speak, just Nunu's mouth.

Hong Jinbao just took another sip of tea indifferently.

"I told him."

Turning around, a man with a sword-eyed eyebrow looked at him.

The man was tall with two beards. Looking at it gives people a neat and refreshing feeling.

He arched his hand, "Shi Xingyu, the 32nd generation disciple of Shaolin Temple in Songshan, Henan, his hometown is Shandong." ”

Speaking of which, Huo Yunting basically understood.

He was called all the way to watch him have fun.

At this point, the unhappiness in his heart has reached its peak.

Turning his head to look at Yuan Hua, "I've been reimbursed for the ticket money, I'm leaving." ”

The Yuan family class is not short of his air ticket money.

Yuan Hua nodded and took out a few red tickets.

But Shi Xingyu stopped him.

"Friends. I don't mean anything else. The name of Chuanwu is unbearable for anyone. ”

"Chuanwu is now sunset, and I hope you don't ruin its few reputations anymore."

Huo Yunting looked at him and grinned, "Shall I?" ”

Shi Xingyu's eyes sharpened, he took a few steps back, and clenched his hands into fists, "Twelve Tan legs, Shi Xingyu." ”

The fists and feet are more famous than others, that is, the martial arts are in the front and the name is in the back.

The meaning is also obvious, since you don't give up this nickname, then let's practice.

With a wave of his hand, the people around him quickly retreated to both sides, and the few tables used for the interview were quickly moved, leaving an open space.

Looking left and right, the surrounding crowd was full of curiosity and excitement.

Ear to ear, muttering.

Huo Yunting turned his head, still with his hands in his pockets, and looked at the man opposite with his eyes unfazed.

"Ren Qiu Chuanwu, Huo Yunting."

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