The actor's mental state is not stable

Chapter 7 Little Sister Mo

The director of this scene was very happy, because the acting skills of the big man were very good.Huo Yunting was also very happy about that, because he got 110 for this trip.

Turning to look at Zhang Debang, he found a serious face.

I gave Dabei a face, which should be a happy thing for everyone, why is his face even paler?It's too cold to freeze?

"Bang, am I doing okay?"

On the way back, Huo Yunting greeted him, Zhang Debang's face turned green.

The performance is really good, the problem is that you are not an ordinary actor, you are acting in your true colors!
He secretly made up his mind that as long as he received a call from this kid, he would be blocked at that time.

My wife and children are hot on the kang, and they have something to do with this mental illness. Maybe one day I will be wiped out.

Because he had scruples in his heart, he didn't dare to withhold a penny of the 110.

This trip was early, and ended after three o'clock in the afternoon.

Being dragged back to Beijing Film Studio, Huo Yunting squeezed a seat beside the two old bachelors, and began to replay the performance in the morning.

Murong Fu's crazy method is different from that of the painter. He actually referred to the schizoid patients in Cangzhou Mental Hospital during the performance.

You can tell from the director's expression that the effect is outstanding.

In addition, he also proved one thing in this performance: playing characters in reality can indeed help to cure diseases.

No, the pornographic jokes of the two old bachelors next to me are almost going to the sky, and there is no naked woman in front of my eyes.

Take a long breath, damn it, I got the hang of it.

Digesting fictional characters with realistic performances is the way to cure diseases!

And the more realistic the scene, the more immersive it is.

Like this morning when he was pretending to be a madman in the basement, he didn't feel anything at all.But just now when he acted crazy beside his dead wife, the feeling came up immediately.

I just don’t know if it’s only possible to play the role in my dream, I’ll try again when I have a chance.

Huo Yunting never made a call because he didn't have a mobile phone, and Zhang Debang also deliberately avoided it, so after more than a month, the relationship between the two is still just acquainted strangers.

But these words can go back a little bit, the most important thing now is to enjoy the Spring Festival in [-].

"Bang! Bang!"

"Crackling, crackling, crackling..."

January 2003, 1, New Year's Eve.

There is endless sound of firecrackers between the buildings, and some colorful fireworks bloom from time to time in the dark sky.

"Blow-ha~"

Take a deep breath, the cold air is mixed with a little sulfur smell.

Huo Yunting liked it very much, it made him feel at home.

"Little Fatty, are you going to set off fireworks? I bought two boxes of Black Boss."

"Just play, I have a little magic whip."

Neither he nor Yue Longgang returned home.

How can you return to your hometown if you haven't become famous and don't wear brocade clothes?

To put it bluntly, I made too little money, and I was reluctant and embarrassed to go back.

Find a phone booth and plug in a pair of steel balls, and make a phone call for a few dollars.

A throwing cannon crackled, and a whip whipped vigorously.Even though it was freezing cold, the two still had a great time playing.

"Xiao Yun—"

"Snapped!!"

"Oh! You are going to die!"

The cold female voice made the two of them stop what they were doing because she was the landlord.

"Hey, Miss Mo? Why are you here? Didn't you reunite with your family?"

"Sister Xiaoqi." Mo Xiaoqi, with long hair and shoulders, raised his eyebrows, "You two don't lie in the basement when it's Chinese New Year, come up with me to watch the Spring Festival Gala."

"This...isn't appropriate. You say that we two old men—"

"Forget it."

"Look, little fat, stop playing, put it away and watch the Spring Festival Gala."

Mo Xiaoqi rolled his eyes, turned and went upstairs.

One fat and one thin followed her, and the sound of high heels hitting the ground made a clang.

Looking at the shadow swaying left and right under his feet, Yue Longgang was always embarrassed to raise his head.

When Brother Yun brought him to meet the landlord, he was fascinated by Mo Xiaoqi's face.Every frown and smile hooked my heart.

At that time, he felt that he was full of fighting spirit, and he was fighting to the death for 20 years to make her a match!
However, after paying the rent, Brother Yun put his shoulders on his shoulders and talked about Mo Xiaoqi's past, and the more he listened to it, the colder his heart became.

At the age of 17, she won the championship of the Miss XN Chinese American Pageant, and then represented XN to Xiangjiang to participate in the 12th Miss Chinese International.

They did not delay their studies. They graduated from Macquarie University in Australia with a double master's degree in financial accounting.

As soon as he said this, Yue Longgang lost his fighting spirit instantly.

There is nothing to fight for, I have been fighting for 60 years and I can't meet other people's standards.

Facing this sister who is only five or six years older than him, Xiaopang felt inferior for a long time.

Walking into Room 501, Yue Longgang was shocked.

He walked in for the first time.

Pure white floor tiles, fluffy curtains, and of course what shocked him the most was the TV that looked wider than him.

Still in color!
He had never seen color TV in his life!

"Dear audience friends..."

With the blessing of color, the characters on TV appear more vivid.

He immediately recognized the two hosts on the screen.

"Oh! Ni Ping! And Zhou Tao!"

"Little Fatty, stop staring blankly, put on your slippers and come in to have a look, what are you doing at the door?"

"Huh? Oh, okay, Miss Xiaoqi."

As soon as the Spring Festival Gala appeared, he was attracted to him, and the restraint he had just entered the room was completely forgotten.

"Tsk tsk, Miss Mo, your TV is really high-end."

"Changhong's, 21 inches, 3200."

Taking off the woolen overcoat, Miaoman's figure was fully wrapped by the slim clothes.

Gently opened a bottle of beer, poured two glasses, and handed one to Huo Yunting.

"It's amazing, Xiaopang and I don't even have as much TV money as you do."

"Aren't you a big star? You still need this little money."

"Sister Mo, don't say that, I'm just playing tricks."

Mo Xiaoqi rested his head on his hands, glanced at the TV, and his delicate red lips left a mark on the glass filled with beer.

"I'm going to Shanghai in a few days."

"What are you doing?"

"Work, and by the way, I enrolled in an international student class in the theater."

"You want to be an actor."

Huo Yunting raised his head, his sharp eyes stared at the woman whose eyes gradually blurred.

"What? Wouldn't it be nice to give you a hand when my sister gets mixed up?"

"Brother Yun, Sister Xiaoqi, it's time for a cross talk show! It's Feng Gong!"

Yue Longgang greeted the two of them excitedly, but their attitude was very perfunctory.

"Why do you think it's a new name, what's the name you want to change this time?"

"It's fate, understand?"

Mo Xiaoqi squinted his eyes dissatisfied, like a fox whose tail has been plucked.

"My study of constellations and tarot cards is very deep, and seven is my lucky number."

Huo Yunting grinned, ignoring this.When this woman is in a good mood, she will make a fortune for herself, and if she is in a bad mood, she will also make a fortune for herself.

The calculated result was wrong, and he swore that he was the problem.

"When are you leaving?"

"After this Spring Festival."

"So early?" Huo Yunting frowned, "Our rent is due until the end of February."

"Are you human? Let's break up our friendship." Mo Xiaoqi had black lines on his face.

"Don't, don't, I respect you. I wish you to become a movie queen as soon as possible, and support me when the time comes."

"I respect you too. Thank you for helping me buy breakfast these past few months, and for helping me guard the door and beat those perverts."

"What I'm saying is that it's just that those who love you are crazy."

Two glasses filled with orange-yellow liquid touched lightly, making a crisp sound.

(End of this chapter)