these years

Changji stretched out his hand to greet Wang Lijun: "Pretty boy, come and help me!"

Wang Lijun was confused, and went to carry tea: "Hi, would you like some tea?"

Chang Ji heard him speak Mandarin, so he also spoke Mandarin: "We need a substitute here, you can help me, okay?"

Wang Lijun's mind went muddled. The last time he came on stage was before he changed his voice.At this moment, he just said in a daze, "Uh-ok."

As soon as Chang Ji waved his hand, someone took him to make up.Following the instructions of the makeup artist, Wang Lijun closed his eyes and opened them again, and he became a beautiful woman with the same style as Mimi—black hair, extremely white face, extremely thick eyebrows, and paired with light red lips, his appearance is like Mimi. people in the picture.

When he returned to the shooting location, the director was talking to Mimi about the scene, and only the scene director spoke to him: "Hey, you can just sit there for a while, the main thing is that the heroine moves, so don't move around."

Wang Lijun grasped at straws: "Tell me, why do you need my waiter to help?"

Chang Ji looks like a skinny fairy, and he is very humorous: "The male number two went on strike, and even beat the doubles away. There is no one idle in the group. Now, if you want to book a seat, you can only find a temporary double to move." gone."

Wang Lijun nodded: "Oh, I understand now."

The scene notes said: "When the time comes, you just sit at the table and don't move, the machine won't take pictures of you, just treat it as a joke—but you look pretty decent, a bit like Brother Christian, but taller than him."

Wang Lijun laughed and said, "Don't dare to act like that." He knew that the credits were flattering, the make-up was as thick as a dead person, how could it look good?

Chang Ji took out the cigarette case, motioned him to smoke one, and said, "Listen to the accent, you're from Beijing, fellow townsman, why did you come to Shenzhen?"

Wang Lijun refused: "I came with friends, I heard it can make money."

The reporter sneered: "What kind of money can you make in Shenzhen? If you have the right conditions, go to Hong Kong to work, and the money will come quickly."

Wang Lijun said: "You don't have to praise me for how much you can eat. Besides, don't you have to go through a lot of procedures to go to Hong Kong? If I go like this, I won't be sent back?"

Chang Ji turned his triangular eyes, leaned closer to him and said, "You don't know now, among the mainlanders living in Hong Kong, guess how many of them are smugglers?" An "eight" gesture.

Wang Lijun bit his lip: "Eight hundred?"

The field recorder shook his head.

Wang Lijun guessed again: "Eight thousand?"

Field record still denies.

Wang Lijun approached: "Give me a range, is it bigger or smaller?"

The reporter lowered his voice: "Let's put it bluntly, 80.00% of mainlanders in Hong Kong are black households!"

Before Wang Lijun had time to be shocked, a group of people gathered over there, including photographers, camera assistants, lighting engineers, art workers... They all came to listen to the director's instructions on camera positions, scenes and movement methods.

On the same day, Luo Xiaoliuzi sneaked into Zhong Wei's red room early in the morning, wanting to say a few more words to her - she had to leave tomorrow.Some people in the wholesale market went back to Beijing for the funeral, and Aunt Luo handed Zhong Weihong over to take care of them on the way.Although it was a slightly ill-considered choice, life in the sea was not easy after all, and no one wanted to burden an extra person.The business people are clear-headed, and they are looking forward to getting rid of her quickly and finding a new model, so that the business can return to the right track.Only boring kids like Qiao Weidong and Luo Xiaoliuzi have time to pity her.

Zhong Weihong didn't look very upset, she was eating a sick meal: "Xiao Liu, go and buy me a popsicle."

Luo Xiaoliuzi felt guilty, it was the bright future he had promised, and now he died before leaving school, and he always felt that he was also a little responsible, so he readily agreed, wanting to make up for Zhong Weihong: "Hey!"

He thought for a while, and then said, "Don't move around, for fear of hurting your feet again, I'll be back soon."

Luo Xiaoliuzi went out, and peeked at Zhong Weihong through the window, for fear that she would go down indiscriminately and make her condition worse.At this time, the sun was high in the sky, and the sunlight pierced through the green trees, covering Luo Xiaoliuzi's head with a circle of light, which was very conspicuous, like an angel descending to earth, or slowly ascending to heaven.Zhong Weihong saw it clearly, and sneered in her heart: You still peek at me, who doesn't know your thoughts.

Luo Xiaoliuzi went into the small shop, he took two sugar water popsicles, was about to pay, then turned back and replaced one of them with bean paste popsicles.Bean paste is [-] cents more expensive than sugar water, which is the only compensation he can give.

And Qiao Weidong had no work that day. He slept until [-] o'clock for the first time in history. After getting up, he finished grooming. He planned to comb his hair like Hong Kong star Christian: the hair was parted from the middle left of the head, and the hair on both sides was parted to the two sides. If the hair is permed, the effect will be better—it’s a pity that due to Qiao Weidong’s Soviet ancestry, his hair is naturally curly, and it doesn’t look as smooth as Christian’s no matter how you comb it.He combed frantically for a while, lost his patience, fiddled with his wavy black hair, and went out shopping feeling very handsome.

Qiao Weidong wandered around, and soon came to the door of Juhong Restaurant. There was a lot of people here, and he liked to join in the fun, so he quickly squeezed into the center of the crowd, and looked up to the second floor with his mouth wide open like the others.

He looked at it for a while, but he didn't see anything special, but was spotted by Du Yibing who happened to pass by the door while running around.

Du Yibing greeted him, dragged him into the restaurant, and said: "Hurry up, I finally caught a strong man."

Qiao Weidong couldn't figure it out: "What is your restaurant doing, it's so lively?"

Du Yibing half-dragged and dragged him into the backyard: "It's filming! Finally let me see you filming a movie."

Qiao Weidong said: "You're right, I love your father making a movie, have you ever watched it?"

Du Yibing led him to a wall: "Here, right here - why is my dad making movies? Is it interesting for my dad to make those? Actors wear more clothes than news broadcasts. Can they look better than Hong Kong movies?" , he motioned to Qiao Weidong to stretch out his hand to support himself, and he wanted to take this opportunity to peek at the second floor, so as to learn a little about the process of filming a Hong Kong movie.

Qiao Weidong squatted down halfway, stretched out a hand for Du Yibing to step on, and then he stood up suddenly, hugging the opponent's leg and standing up.

Qiao Weidong exerted all his strength, and said in a muffled voice, "Did you see it?"

Du Yibing commanded: "Come to the right, no, turn to the left, there are too many, then turn to the right, oh yes—"

He saw it.He saw the staff coming and going, saw the famous director Gao Baifei standing aside with a hand-held camera, and saw Mimi wrapped in a red dress leaning towards the window.She is tall and tall, with a full 1.8 meters. She is pulling up the skirt to fan herself, and the bright prints on the petticoat are floating under the red.

There were people yelling and running around in the hall, probably during the free time of shooting, but Gao Baifei was still shooting with the camera, smiling and beckoning people to come into the camera from time to time, presumably he was shooting sideshow records.

Gao Baifei walked to the table at this time, pointed the camera at a person, and said in broken Mandarin at the same time, don't be embarrassed——

Du Yibing took a closer look and found that it was Wang Lijun. He was wearing a snow-white shirt, his hair was combed like a dog, and his small face was painted in various colors. He first held his face in his hands, bent over and smiled, then straightened up, facing the camera , put on a foul smile.

In addition to walking around on this day, Wang Lijun also made a lighting stand-in. The specific workflow is to sit at the table and move occasionally. The director of photography and the lighting engineer observe the visual effects, and then decide how to light.The operator led the camera team to lay out the track and install the equipment.

At the same time, Gao Baifei cheerfully held the camera to shoot the extras. He believed that the drama was not only inside the drama, but also outside the drama.So he held the machine and gave every passing staff a few seconds to say hello in front of the camera. If they were not good at words, they could just smile, which was a record of everyone's hard work.

And when he took pictures of the stand-in waiter, the other waiter immediately buried his face in his hands--Wang Lijun made a habit of bowing his head, for fear that his ugly face would be photographed.Gao Baifei hurriedly said, don't be embarrassed... Wang Lijun just remembered that his health is getting better and better, and his face is not so ugly anymore. Besides, he has put on heavy makeup to cover up all the blemishes, so nothing can be seen.So he put his hands down, raised his head slowly, and smiled embarrassedly at the camera.

Wang Lijun was standing by the window drinking herbal tea. There were so many people on the second floor, and the temperature was high. In addition to walking hard, half of his heavy makeup was on his face, his skin was glistening with sweat, and his nose shone a little.

The field reporter came and gave him 50 yuan.

Wang Lijun held the teacup, his eyes widened: "I'll just take a seat, so much money?"

Chang Ji laughed: "It's time to move and act as a replacement. It's not just the price. Originally it was only 20 yuan. The director gave you 20 yuan more, and the other [-] yuan was given to you by sister Mimi."

Wang Lijun took the banknote, folded it in two, and put it flat in his pocket. He reached out and patted his trouser pocket again, feeling fantastic.

Chang Ji came over and grabbed his shoulders: "Hey, I'm serious, you are good-looking, and if you train and train, you will definitely be able to eat this bowl of rice. If you go to Hong Kong, come to me, OK?"

Wang Lijun said: "Don't be joking, I really want to make money, but how can I go to Hong Kong?"

Changji shrugged his shoulders: "It's up to you to find a way!" It happened that the photography team over there was calling, and Changji hurriedly responded, put on a cigarette, turned and left.

Wang Lijun changed into costumes, picked up the empty tea bucket and went downstairs.He walked into the backyard and happened to meet Qiao Weidong supporting Du Yibing, who was looking into the second floor.

He chuckled, picked up the tea bucket and punched Du Yibing on the buttocks, the latter fell from mid-air with an ouch, and sat down on the ground.

Qiao Weidong said, "Brother, you are here."

Wang Lijun patted his head: "Qiao Dongdong is dressed very stylishly today, look at the seam struck by lightning on his head."

Qiao Weidong blushed.

Du Yibing said: "Don't get bored, both of you, let me ask you, why did you film the scene up there?"

Wang Lijun was a little proud: "Secret."

Du Yibing slapped the dirt off his buttocks, and scolded with a smile: "Don't play tricks! Just give [1] directly to my buddies!"

Qiao Weidong helped the momentum: "Give it straight!"

Wang Lijun said: "Don't mess around with me, let me show you—" After finishing speaking, he took out the 50 yuan bill and waved it in front of the two of Qiao Du.

Du Yibing's eyes were straightened: "You only acted for 5 minutes, 50 yuan?"

Wang Lijun said: "I'm sorry, one minute on stage, ten years off stage, do you understand?"

Du Yibing said: "I don't understand, all I know is, as the rich first, should you drive the rich later, to show it?"

Qiao Weidong also booed: "Show it."

Wang Lijun reluctantly accepted the exploitation: "Okay, let's have a big meal tonight."

Du Yibing put his nose on his face: "Why at night, right now!"

Wang Lijun said: "Are you going crazy, you won't be in class?"

Du Yibing said: "What shift do you work on? There are so many people, who would have noticed that we disappeared?"

So they opened the backyard door and fumbled out. As soon as they went out, they bumped into Luo Xiaoliuzi.

[1] Straightforward: Beijing dialect, if you have something to say, don’t hide it.