Senior Superstar

Ten minutes later, the ensemble performers were all ready, and the assistant director Guan Lan immediately announced the start of the film.

"Every department is in place, and the actors are in place. The second scene of "The Forbidden City at the End of the World", the first scene, begins!"

Following Guan Lan's order, the photographer pointed the camera at the intersection where the scene unfolded.

From the monitor, watching the Spring Festival couplet banner of "Guotai Minan" in the first shot being stepped on by several big feet one after another, Guan Lan shouted: "Pull the camera back, civilians run!"

"Run! The foreign devils are coming into the city!" With a shout, the group performers began to run wildly. The scene became chaotic.

"The camera continues to look backward, soldiers come on!"

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way, Mr. Jun! Don't block the way!" Following the order, there was another burst of shouting, and the Qing soldiers' Liushen Wuzhu still walked across the street domineeringly. Wherever he went, there was a burst of chicken and dog jumping.

"The camera continues!"

The cameraman pulls the camera steadily, and there are panicked crowds everywhere; the rich businessman who lost his suitcase, the lady who lost his shoes, the crying woman who was pushed to the side of the road, and the child who got lost with her parents Weeping loudly: "Mother, I want mother! Wow..."

In the camera, everyone is moving, and everyone is in chaos.

But when the camera came to the corner of the street, a sculpture-like character suddenly appeared on the camera's display screen!

Looking at the old man with a very different style of painting, sitting upright on a street corner in a panic, with a straight spine, the cameraman's hand trembled, and the camera paused.

"Ah?!" Behind the monitor, Guan Lan suddenly pulled her head out, "Crap! What the hell is going on with the camera! Shake well and start drying the wool!"

"I'm sorry, director! I lost my mind." The cameraman blushed, bowed down to Guan Lan and apologized.

"Fuck, why did you go last night? It's early in the morning, cheer me up!"

"Hey! Don't worry, Director."

"Put the parts back together and do it all over again."

Hula Hula, amidst the sound of complaints, the group performers who had just run around returned to their original positions.

"Pieces in place, God Ike!"

"Run! The foreign devils are coming into the city!"

...

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way, Mr. Jun! Get out of the way!"

...

"Mother, I want mother! Wow..."

The camera paused again.

"Card!!!"

Two mistakes in a row made Guan Lan stand up in anger, and angrily walked to the cameraman with the rolled up script.

"What's going on today? Did you get Parkinson's without your brain? Twice, can't you simply pan the camera? What's the point of stopping all of a sudden?!"

The cameraman was also wronged to be scolded all over his face.

He simply adjusted the camera back and landed on the position that made him make mistakes again and again.

"No, this character is so poisonous, you have to see for yourself, Director!"

As he spoke, the cameraman directly zoomed in on the screen.

In the picture, Li Shixin is sitting quietly on the side of the street with his hands on his knees.

On the old and embarrassing face, there was a trace of sadness in the numbness, which seemed to be mixed with unwillingness. Although he looked like a beggar, but his back was straight.

Seeing Li Shixin in the picture, Guan Lan's eyes widened.

"I remember that a beggar was arranged here?"

Seeing Li Shixin whose painting style was completely different from those around him, Guan Lan was stunned.

"Director, what's the matter?" On the side, Zhang Shuo knew that there was a problem with the group performance after seeing it twice. As the group leader, he immediately ran over.

Seeing Li Shixin on the monitor, he slapped his thigh.

Just know that this old man is not a fuel-efficient lamp!

Nima's concave shape, is it plausible! Whose beggar's waist is so straight?

Isn't this a joke!

"Guide you wait, I will drive this old man away now! Are you sincerely making trouble, aren't you?"

With that said, Zhang Shuo ran over.

Behind him, let the camera replay the first two times, and look at the scene just now. Guan Lan also stood up and followed.

...

There are only two scenes this morning; one is the current part of the city running around, and the second is the Eight-Power Allied Forces entering the city.

They are all big scenes that consume manpower.

But this first scene has not been played twice in a row, and the group performers are getting a little impatient.

The season is already the beginning of autumn, but autumn tiger autumn tiger, the temperature is not low. The other ensemble performances were better, those who played Qing soldiers had three layers of costumes inside and out. Some people even put on armor, making them uncomfortable in the heat. The director didn't give instructions, and he didn't dare to move around, so he just sat on the floor, fanning the wind with his clothes while complaining.

At this moment, Zhang Shuo rushed over angrily, and when he reached Li Shixin, he started roaring mode;

"Grandpa, are you sincere? What's the matter with you! I asked you to play a beggar and you acted like this for me? The whole group stopped twice because of you. You are always taking big guys. You don't get tired and you don't have time. Is it worth money?"

A group of extras were wondering why they were "stuck" twice in a row. Just now they thought it was a problem with the camera side. But now that Zhang Shuo said this and looked at Li Shixin's appearance, everyone understood.

The group of performers complained one after another.

"Yes! You are old, I can't use it anymore. If you play here for a while, I will lose my job. Old man, take off your clothes and make-up quickly, and go back where you came from Come on. I can't serve you here anymore!"

Zhang Shuo was furious and wanted to take off Li Shixin's costume without saying a word.

"Wait a minute!"

Before his hand touched Li Shixin, he heard Guan Lan's voice behind him.

"Director, I'll just settle this matter. You go back and rest, and the matter will be over soon!" Zhang Shuo thought that Guan Lan came to see the situation in person, so he was so frightened that he hurriedly apologized.

Guan Lan waved her hand, and once again looked at Li Shixin, who seemed to be sitting there unmoved by a Buddha.

Then bent down and squatted down, and asked: "Old man, I remember, I asked you to act as a beggar?"

Li Shixin was not pretending to be deep, but was thinking about whether he should touch porcelain again or not. After all, this chance to play a role is really rare. I don't have much time left, I've been in Rongdian for two days, if I don't gain anything, then I will be at a big loss.

Hearing Guan Lan's question, he slowly opened his eyes, seeing that it was the director in charge, he nodded slightly.

"That's right, you asked me to play the beggar."

"Then how do I see you as a beggar, don't you look like a beggar?" Seeing Li Shixin nodding, Guan Lan frowned and asked.

When the director said this, the people around naturally agreed; "That's right, how can there be a beggar like you? You look tougher than the old man. Look at this waist, it's so straight! In ancient times, if you really beggar like this, I'm afraid I'm going to be beaten to death!"

Hearing the sarcastic remarks around him, Li Shixin remained calm, and said in a deep voice, "This beggar, there are different kinds of beggars."

"Interesting, then tell me, what kind of beggars are there?" A group performer next to him asked with a smile.

"There are some beggars who run around all day just for one bite of food to survive.

As for some beggars, he has nothing and all thoughts are lost, his body is still alive and his mind is dead, just a walking corpse.

But there are still beggars who live like duckweed in troubled times. But as long as you give him a little spark, he can burn himself up and add some light to this world. What I played was such a beggar. "

"Oh?" Guan Lan smiled, "Old man, so you have designed some inner scenes for your character? What about the lines, have you designed them yet?"

"nature."

"Then play one, let me see."

Li Shixin nodded, looked at the mocking eyes around him, and opened his mouth.

"Mr. Jun, please do me a favor. Give me the steel knife you don't need!"

Raising his anger, he opened his eyes wide, like a King Kong with angry eyes, and shouted at the group of soldiers who laughed at him at the street just now!

When this sound came down, the audience was silent!

Seeing Li Shixin's most humble words, he uttered endlessly tragic and heroic words, Guan Lan suddenly got up!

"It's not so interesting! Can you give me a little more blood?"

"able."

Li Shixin thought for a while and nodded.

In the surprised eyes, he waved to Zhang Shuo, who was staring blankly at the side.

"come here."

"Ah, oh!" Zhang Shuo had already sensed Guan Lan's attitude, and he faintly felt that the assistant director saw the old man rightly.

Hearing Li Shixin's call, he immediately took a step forward.

"Hold out your hand."

"well!"

Looking at Zhang Shuo's chubby palm, Li Shixin calmly picked up a broken bowl beside him.

"Put your hand on the bowl."

"Old man, what are you doing......Ahhhhh!"

Before Zhang Shuo could finish his sentence, Li Shixin cut off the stump on the side of the bowl!

Zhang Shuo's index finger was cut instantly, and blood flowed profusely.

"I'll use some blood."

"You cut yourself with blood! Why are you cutting my hand?"

"Fart, do you have the heart to watch your uncle and I suffer?"

Then you just cut me off!

Zhang Shuo snorted, seeing that Guan Lan on the side had no intention of intervening, and even looked at Li Shixin with encouraging eyes, he could only grit his teeth: "I can't bear it, I can't bear it. But sir, I beg you, my blood pressure is low , squeeze lightly..."

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Regardless of Zhang Shuo's yelling, Li Shixin lowered his head and "stabbed" off a strip of cloth more than an inch long from the tattered clothes.

Then, he grabbed Zhang Shuo's index finger and wrote two lines on the strip of cloth.

The character is the traditional Xingkai of Zhengjinger Babai.

Outside the compact and beautiful frame, there is a heroic spirit in the outlined lines.

"This word is beautiful!"

Seeing the two lines above clearly, Guan Lan couldn't help shouting "Hello!"

"Every department is in place, camera. Didn't you say that the old man is poisonous? You will come to the old man in a while, and you will give me a close-up! Starting from this piece of bloody cloth, the camera will move up. I want the shot of the old man from his feet to his face. Understand!"

"Don't worry, guide! No problem!"

"Everyone take your place, let's go!"

The crew, which had been stopped for more than ten minutes, started again.

"The third scene of "The End of the Forbidden City", God Ike!"

The audience walked up.

On Guan Lan's monitor screen, several big feet stepped on the Spring Festival couplet banners on the street that read "Guotai Minan".

"Run! The foreign devils are coming into the city!"

The camera zooms in, and the panicked civilians are exhausted.

On the street, there are panicked crowds everywhere; the rich businessman who lost his suitcase, the lady who lost her shoes, the woman who was pushed to the side of the road and cried, and the child who lost her parents and cried loudly: "Mother, I want Mother! Wow..."

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way, Mr. Jun! Get out of the way!"

A group of Qing soldiers with quick guns in their hands and steel knives on their waists rushed across the street.

Wherever he went, there was a burst of chicken and dog jumping.

Everyone is moving, everyone is chaotic.

But at this moment, the camera stopped suddenly.

At the corner of the street, a beggar like a statue sat on the ground with his hands on his knees.

The air seemed to freeze.

His eyes were slightly closed, a dirty braid was tied around his neck, his gray and messy hair swayed gently in the wind, and his face was full of sadness.

In front of him, a piece of rag was pressed by two stones. On the cloth strip, there are two lines of dragon and phoenix dancing characters.

Willing to ask for a steel knife,

For the sake of the country, I promise this death!

The big characters are written with blood, and they have dried up.

Looking at the monitor, under the contrast of movement and stillness, the picture showed the world in May 1900, Guan Lan got up excitedly.

He slapped his hands hard!

"Beautiful! This one is over!"