The actor's mental state is not stable

Chapter 6 He Can't Really Be Crazy, Can He?

A kite turned over and pushed Xiaopang down on the bed, and slapped him twice on the buttocks.

"Fuck off, you're crazy. Do you understand this is acting?"

Huo Yunting's heart sank slightly, he just acted as a lunatic in reality, and he didn't feel any change.

But after kicking out one by one yesterday, I feel a little more comfortable in my heart. What's going on?

Getting off him, Yue Longgang immediately grinned and rubbed his red wrist.

"Mother, brother Yun is too aggressive."

Turning his head to look, he saw the soy milk fritters.

"Brother Yun bought it for me?"

"Ang, do you want it?"

Fatty didn't say a word, he reached into his trousers and stuffed two shiny one-yuan steel coins into Huo Yunting's hands.

Whoa, boy, where is this?Still hot.

Putting the coins into his pocket, Huo Yunting nodded in satisfaction.This little brother is not stupid, he likes it.

"Brother Yun, it's been hard work. I'll go buy it another day."

"Come on, hurry up and find a job, don't forget you still owe me 25."

"Ang, by the way, these are the keys of our house. There are only two of them. If you lose them, you will have to pay for them."

"okay!"

Following Yue Longgang's instructions, the two went out together.

Into the city children, parted ways.

In the days that followed, Huo Yunting still took jobs at the Beijing Film Studio every day. Although he was always selected, he was a group performer every time.Either it is the prospect, acting as a facade.

Several days passed by, and I wanted to show off my acting skills, but I didn't get the chance.

However, Yue Longgang soon found another job as a waiter.

But this time it's not a hot pot restaurant, but a fried sauce noodle restaurant.I heard Xiaopang say what it is called, Haiwanju?
I heard from him that he also met a little brother named Kong Deshui from there.The two usually strike up a conversation as if talking about cross talk, and they can always make the guests laugh, making him want to learn cross talk.

Huo Yunting said to this, you can sell your ass, but don't forget to owe me the 25 charcoal money after you get rich.

Yue Longgang grinned when he heard this, what kind of rich woman with his figure would like him?What is the picture?
That's right, after thinking about it for a long time, Huo Yunting sincerely said that his butt feels good, playing~
Yue Longgang's complexion changed suddenly, and he slept without taking off his long johns for several days.

Squatting at the entrance of Beijing Film Studio, smoking a cigarette, Huo Yunting stayed away from crowded places as usual.

Although it is feasible to learn acting skills in a dream, I have never had the opportunity.This is like learning the skill of slaying a dragon, only to find that there are no dragons in the world.

"Damn! Here comes the car!"

I don't know who yelled, and everyone looked in one direction.

A big bus came bumping.

"Recruit 20 people and act as thugs! 25 a day!"

Before the bus stopped completely, the stream of people rushed up.

"The director chose me, I've been in bureaus, I was born to do this!"

"Director, look at my abs!"

"I've been hacked four times!"

The group of leaders stood at the door of the car, holding a loudspeaker and counting people one by one.

"He has a bald head, he doesn't even have eyebrows, come up."

"That man, you come up too."

"Why are you joining in the fun, old man? Your body will crumble with a single bump, so let's play!"

Today he didn't wear sunglasses, but that shiny back hair is really characteristic, Huo Yunting recognized it at a glance.

Similarly, Huo Yunting, who stood out from the crowd, was quickly recognized by Zhang Debang.

"Hey, you are that-that-that-"

"Huo Yunting. Brother Bang, long time no see."

"Yes, come up."

When all the people are gathered, the bus starts.The seats in the car were full, and Huo Yunting stood beside Zhang Debang.

Seeing the boy whose figure blocked his body, Zhang Debang suddenly remembered something.

"Hey, by the way, did I ask you to buy a mobile phone last time?"

"Bought it."

"Well, give me your phone number, and I'll add you."

"Bang, I just bought it a few days ago, and I can't remember my phone number. And I didn't bring it with me when I went out to film."

The words are dripping with water.

Zhang Debang frowned, took out a notepad from his pocket, and wrote down his phone number. It tore off with a "tear" and patted on his worn-out down jacket.

"My phone number."

"Okay, Brother Bang, I'll add it when I get back."

Zhang Debang nodded, closed his eyes and meditated.

The bus turned a few traffic lights and headed for Factory 798.

798 was originally the 110 Joint Factory, a key industrial project with a total area of ​​718 million square meters, aided by Big Brother and designed and built by East Germany.

It was dismantled in 64, just like Big Brother, and Factory 798 was one of them.

In the past two years, due to the low rent of Factory 798, many art professionals have flocked here. Over time, it has almost become an "art community".

I went to a local place to change into a beater uniform, and went to a gallery that had already been booked.

The executive director began to speak.

This scene is simple, nothing more than a few thugs broke in through the window with a knife and killed people, scaring the painters in the gallery crazy.

However, this scene was filmed four or five times in a row, and Huo Yunting also smashed four or five pieces of sugar glass one after another.

"You were frightened crazy on the spot, not pretending to be crazy, understand?"

"Can you do it?"

"Even the lines didn't make you act like this piss!"

That little Te'er was so scolded that he didn't dare to speak, but the director was obviously not relieved, so he went to the middle of the set with a loudspeaker and shouted.

"Who can act? Stand up! I'll give him 80 for a day!"

In the group performance, the voices surged instantly.A small special opened 80, and the director was obviously pissed off.

However, no one came forward. If the performance was not as good as this little special, it would not even be possible to get 25.

"No one wants 80???"

"I want."

The voice was sonorous and powerful, the director looked over, and a tall man with tough features came out.

"As for the clothes, take him to change clothes and let him try them on."

"Alright, Director Wang."

Clothes took Huo Yunting to change clothes, just as he took off his shirt, Zhang Debang pushed the door open and entered.

What a good figure.

This was the first thought in Zhang Debang's mind, but he soon realized what he was here for.

"What's the matter with you kid? Can you play a lunatic? Do you know that it's my face that you lose the chain?"

"Bango, I have experience."

"You have a fart experience! Why, you came out of a mental hospital?"

Zhang Debang cursed a few words but had no choice but to leave cursing.

If this kid dares to lose his face, he will be unable to continue his life in this life!
After reading the script, the gang killed the painter's wife and drove the painter crazy.

Although the reason for Murong's return to madness is not the same, but it is not too different.

This director also looks like a second-guess, probably not to the point where he can tell what types of madness are divided into.

"Come, come, everyone in place! 3, 2, 1, action!"

"boom!"

Accompanied by the sound of glass breaking, a group of thugs broke in through the window.

"That's the bitch, kill her!"

A knife was slashed on his wife's body, and the painter was sprayed all over his body.

The thugs ran away after killing people, leaving only a female corpse and a trembling man.

Everyone didn't dare to show their breath, watching this scene.However, the painter still trembled slightly.

Just when the director was about to frown, he spoke.

"Xiao...Xiaofang? Don't lie on the floor and sleep, it's so cold."

The painter grinned hard, tears flowed from his hollow and disintegrated eyes, and there seemed to be a slight drip of saliva at the corner of his mouth.

"Why do you sleep so deeply, are you too sleepy? I'll take you to bed..."

"Crack!"

"Papa..." The director stood up and applauded.

"Very good! Add another 10 yuan!"

The director was very happy, but Zhang Debang was very confused.

This kid still has this ability, tears and saliva come as soon as he says it?But this fucking doesn't look like acting, does it?
"Damn it, this dude is awesome, he can cry when he says he wants to cry."

"Hey! I said why does this grandson look so familiar? Isn't this the crazy guy from Tianshui Apartment?"

"Ah? Do you know him?"

"I used to be his fucking roommate! This grandson played crazy and howled in the middle of the night, called me a thief, and called me wife! I couldn't beat him, so he slipped away overnight!"

"Oh shit, I said why he rushed to play the lunatic, the co-author acted in his true colors."

Hearing the whispers of the group performers around him, Zhang Debang's face turned green.Thinking of giving him his own phone number, his face turned pale again.

　New book for support
　　
　
(End of this chapter)