look at that big guy

Chapter 152 Play is like life
Wang Zhizao is also lingering in the same place, and the match with Zhuo Jun just can't be acted out. As an old man who has failed many times in starting a business, he has a rich life experience. Don't look at people nodding and bowing, making people feel like a concierge receptionist, but his personality handles things The above is not dull.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to build an app with a five-person team, and if wages cannot be paid, there will still be people following him.Taking Chen Yiwen's example of winning an award with intelligent software, and getting 300 million investment, this is not something a middle-aged man without the slightest ability can do.

If it is an ordinary life in the market, it is not difficult to perform at the level of the real doorman Lao Zhao. Even Wang Zhizao may surprise people. After all, he has actually been in the market for the first half of his life, but it is different now.

Because what he wants to play is Zhuo Jun's father, a father.

In Wang Zhizao's life, he has been an abject bookstore owner, a failed second-hand car owner, and a real estate agent on the street. He has experienced all these identities. Ability, and even some luck.

But there is only one identity, which is a failure that he lacks alone and dare not face.

That is the father.

There is a saying that if you take up your sword and go to war, you cannot stay by your side and hug you.But put down the sword and go back to your side, there is no way to protect you.

For Wang Zhizao, the most fearful thing is to take up the sword and go out to fight, but still lose the battle, unable to protect the people he wants to protect and give them sufficient material protection.I am not worthy of my ambition, and I am not worthy of the suffering I have suffered.

During those years when he kept going out to earn money to make a living, he couldn’t do anything, he couldn’t save much money, he couldn’t provide a stable life for his wife and children, and because he left home for a long time, he didn’t fulfill his father’s responsibility and responsibility. Accompanied by him, his son was alienated from him, and he was encouraged by his mother's family since he was a child. Some of them also despised and underestimated him as a father.

Wang Zhizao used to run a bookstore, and he liked to hold a book and chew on it all day.That was the happiest time in his life. He had made a lot of assumptions about his children, and he imagined that he would teach him like the ancients, "Small heart desires, big ambitions, round wisdom desires, square actions, and many abilities. I want to do something new..." So when the son said to him, "Say so much, if you have money, you can't earn money, you don't have skills, I will learn from you, and there will be no way out after I learn from you" At that time, Wang Zhizao knew that there were many things that could never be made up.

How could he play a good father in front of Zhuo Jun?
He didn't even know how to be a real father.

I am a loser.

Sorry, my father is not only incompetent, but also incompetent.

I can't give you what I should give you, and I never even said I love you!

……

"Both of them don't match up, what should we do?" Liu Yu looked at Chen Yiwen in embarrassment. They didn't expect that it would be so difficult to interpret a story.

It was even difficult to continue acting in front of the lines. At one point, the two of them were face to face and couldn't speak the lines.

Because Zhuo Jun on the other side of the camera did not regard Wang Zhizao as his real father at all.Wang Zhizao naturally didn't think that Zhuo Jun was his son.

At one point, because they were in front of the table, they both thought of their respective real lives, and they didn't get a single line right. Zhuo Jun even went straight out of the barber shop, squatting in a corner next to him and pulling his hair.

Wang Zhizao hurriedly looked out the window in the direction of Chen Yiwen and other personnel, with guilt written all over his face.

The time has already pointed to [-] o'clock in the evening, and this commercial street is about to close. Some passing students will see this posture on their side, but they are no longer surprised. At noon, they saw that they were filming here, and the crowd was watching There are still a lot of people, but when they get to the back, many passers-by will stop at most slowly to see what they should do in the back.

Hu Lijing said, "Let me try to persuade Zhuo Jun again... It's ten o'clock soon, so we can't be wasting time like this."

"Wait a minute." Chen Yiwen shook his head.

Everyone stopped and looked at him one after another.Wang Zhizao in the barber shop over there was also at a loss when he found that Chen Yiwen hadn't picked up the communicator to issue further instructions, and didn't know what to do next.Since there was no further instruction, he still felt guilty over there.

Chen Yiwen looked at the two people over there and said, "Wait."

"Just let the two of them stay there?" Zhao Jiajia said, "Why don't we let them do it all over again."

Chen Yiwen said, "The story has already been written, and it's there. They've seen it all, and they all know their roles. Now they can't take it in for a while, probably because this story is also related to their life experiences. What they can't digest is their understanding of the past." emotion, not a confrontation."

"It's up to them themselves to know what they really want to play."

Zhao Jiajia said, "What needs to be digested is their life experience and understanding of their respective characters... so profound!"

"Is it really possible?"

……

At first Zhuo Jun held the script that Chen Yiwen handed over, and seeing the content on it, could it be that it was written by himself?In the script, a middle-aged man, who has achieved nothing, guards a barber shop.When his father came to see him, there was an unresolved knot between father and son.In the past, the son was unwilling to tell, but the father knew and never asked.

The news of the death of a famous singer was broadcast on the TV, and the songs of this singer once occupied and inspired his son throughout his youth.Because of this, he skipped class to participate in a singing competition, but was caught by his father. His father cut his hair and shaved his head bald. Facing the ridicule of his classmates, his son no longer dared to sing in front of the stage. , The resentment towards his father also led to his departure from home in the future.After wandering around for many years, he finally returned to his hometown and opened a barber shop. The relationship between father and son returned to normal, but the cracks that had grown up had never been healed. Until this day, his son shaved his head and was beaten. Passed away, father's arrival, looking at the tearful son facing the TV news, he handed over a folded list, which was a promotional flyer for a singer selection program.

That's what this scene is about.

Zhuo Jun shook his head, his eyes were red, he suddenly understood why he couldn't get into this story that was almost his life template.

He got it.

That's because Zhuo Xiaoshuai's father in the story saw his unsatisfactory life decades later, and in this way expressed his guilt and self-blame as a father for interrupting his pursuit of his dreams.

The father and son in the story still yearn for reconciliation after all.

But in reality, he and his family are enduring the previous tragedies that happened in the story, but in the story, the father and son have spent decades between each other, experienced all kinds of unsatisfactory reality, and finally can sit down and talk about the dream .

But in reality, he probably will never be able to sit down with his father and discuss his desired life and dreams.Because that's not his business alone.

He got it.

In reality, there is no way to follow a route like a story.No one knew that he was actually envious of "Xiao Xiaoshuai Zhuo", and he finally got his father's reconciliation. When his father's folded and heart-wrapped leaflet came, it was the protection of his dream, even though it was late, even though it was too late. When he got all of this, Zhuo Xiaoshuai was no longer young and his prime was gone.

He envied Zhuo Xiaoshuai, because in reality, his father Zhuo Xiangshan would never be like Wang Zhizao in the story, who would have such a compromise and relief.

Then let Zhuo Xiaoshuai live in the story!Let Zhuo Xiaoshuai complete the things that I can't do, the things that I can't accomplish!
So I have to play it myself!
Let Zhuo Xiaoshuai truly live in the story.He saw the helplessness of his youth, he saw the panic and loneliness of his idol, and the chance of success that his last bit of persistence to his dream might bring him.Just make the story perfect!

Because in reality, we can no longer do it...

Zhuo Jun got up suddenly, tore at his clothes, and combed his hair.

Seeing his sudden change, everyone looked at each other in dismay, Liu Yu said, "Zhuo Jun must be out of his mind!?"

Chen Yiwen's eyes lit up, "Here we come!"

"Wait a minute, look at Uncle Wang!" Fang Lei also exhaled softly, she was from the drama club, and she could tell something was wrong at a glance.

Just now Wang Zhizao also left the barber shop and wandered outside the door. No one bothered him, but he understood that Chen Yiwen didn't want to put pressure on them.

When Wang Zhizao went out, he thought again about how he should play his role as a father.

He should carry the ready-made lunch box from 100 meters away. Because he suffered a leg injury in the war when he was young, his legs and feet are not flexible, so he has to walk to the barbershop with a limp.

The rice in the lunch box is what he really made by himself today. He remembers that his son liked the dishes he made when he was a child, but others said that he is oily and has a strong taste, which is the way in the restaurant, so let the children eat less.And he really didn't go home often, which led to the fact that he wanted to cook for his son a lot of times, but he didn't often get his wish in the end.

One foot deep, one foot shallow, carrying the lunch box, Wang Zhizao saw himself in the reflection of the glass.

He found that his lame right foot seemed to be getting heavier and heavier.

In the story, this lame leg was wounded by the enemy, but in Wang Zhizao's eyes, this is not the failed life he has endured.

He still remembered that after the bookstore was impacted by the Internet, the business was getting weaker and weaker. He remembered that his son was about to pay the tuition fee at that time, but he couldn't pay it.He thought of reselling second-hand cars and traveling around.He thought of the days when he fried crayfish on the street until two or three o'clock in the morning.He thought of every moment when he was beaten by life and raised his head so that tears would not fall.

He is the crippled father in the reflection of the glass, and that crippled father is him.

Seeing my son rebellious, wandering out of the society, and finally came back to open a shop, the edges and corners were smoothed, he was helpless and embarrassed by the customers, and finally lost money, his face was swollen, he squatted on the ground, and after a long while, he got up and put his clothes and hair again Tidy up, the moment when you lick your own wounds like an adult.

Zhuo Zhi's eyes turned red.He waited until his son in the store tidied up the store again and sat there in a daze watching the news, then he picked up his steps, pushed open the door, and entered with a lunch box with a smile on his face.

During the whole process, Chen Yiwen and the people outside held their breaths. No one told them when to start, nor did they give any instructions, but the story just unfolded in front of everyone.

(End of this chapter)