The marketing account says you like me

This summer has been exceptionally hot, with high and sunny days, the sun scorching the earth, and the heat is so hot that all the dogs in the city are shaved.

Misfortunes never come singly, the air conditioner in the theater has not been repaired for three days!

"Brother Ermao, the news said that the Arctic Circle is 33°, and the air conditioner in our rehearsal room is 35°. This day is worse than polar bears, and they must be extinct first." I went to rent a toolbox, and Dong Xiaowei called me on the way back complain.He is the villain of our theater. He is 170 tall and weighs 170. The two degrees more than the Arctic Circle is probably artificially heated by him.

"Don't be so talkative, you will be extinct tomorrow, and you have to rehearse today."

"Then come back quickly, I...I can't do it..." On the other end of the phone, Dong Xiaowei said angrily, "Bring...bring two snow dolls..." There was a lot of noise next to him, "Oh, ten yuan , Grandpa Xiong, do you want it? Oh, 11 yuan."

"..."

Under the 42° sun, I turned around and entered a small store with my toolbox in my arms, and bought five popsicles and a bottle of mineral water.After buying it back, the "reactionaries" headed by Dong Xiaowei rolled around on the wooden boards in the rehearsal room, "Oppression, exploitation, don't let people live, the capitalists ride on the heads of the working people to do their best, shit and piss Already."

"Fuck you, if you are not in charge, you don't know that rice, oil and salt are expensive! The price of snow dolls has risen to 4 yuan, and how many times have you said that your grandpa bear is diabetic! If you get used to his old man eating candy, I will chop you up! Hey, grandpa bear Come on, drink mineral water." After distributing the popsicles and water, I stepped on the floor and said, "I got up to rehearse after eating, and there is a performance tonight! Make up on time at [-] o'clock."

"Brother Ermao, where is your heroine, where are you going?"

"Grandpa Xiong speak for me, I'll fix the air conditioner first."

"Our Ermao brother is really decathlon, talented and beautiful, and wants to marry! I really want to marry!" Dong Xiaowei put on two fake beards, and played an oil-skinned traitor tonight. With his own sultry face, he played in his true colors.

As a patriotic young man, I naturally stepped up to eliminate harm for the country.

……

When I got out of the air-conditioning master control room, sweating profusely, the audience had already started to enter the arena. As usual, the uncles and aunts who danced in the square next door came to join in the show. They brought their grandchildren to blow on the air-conditioning to enjoy the coolness. Half full, when Dong Xiaowei came out with a funny laugh, the laughter was very sincere, so even if the theater my father left me was struggling to make ends meet, crumbling, and hovering on the verge of bankruptcy, I had no intention of giving up easily.

As an actor, you have to act if you have an audience.

I guess it was because of the hot weather today. At the end of the curtain call, there were only a few spectators sitting scattered in every corner. Several of them fell asleep. The actors felt wronged and angry at first, but later this situation became normal. Everyone was numb, and after the curtain call, how happy they should be.

Just after the curtain call here, Dong Xiaowei didn't take off his make-up, and his two mustaches flew upside down, leading a group of monkeys and grandchildren to the back door to order. "Order kebabs! Let's go, the kids have worked hard, Brother Dong treats you to kebabs! Brother Ermao pays the bill!"

This cheap fat man!

I didn’t go backstage directly either, I went to the auditorium in costume, and woke up the audience masters who were snoring all day long, and after I sent them away, I helped Uncle Xiong close the gate—an old-fashioned rolling door, rusty He is an old man who is not strong enough to pull.

I originally thought that this day was no different from usual, and I planned to go back to Dong Xiaowei and the others after the theater was closed for cleaning.

"Hello?" A middle-aged man asked standing outside the door. He was of medium build, with a large beer belly, and his Bund shirt buttons were precarious.This was one of the few audience members just now, and the only one who stood up and applauded at the curtain call, and I recognized his face.

I had to pull up the half-drawn rolling door again, "Hi, is there something missing?"

"Yes, I dropped something." The man rubbed his hands, his face flushed, he didn't know whether it was excitement or heat, "Honey, I dropped my heart on you."

After speaking, the audience shyly showed me a heart.

I:"……"

Of course, at that time, I didn't know that the person in front of me was Xie Kui, a well-known gold medal manager. I just regarded it as a fanatical fan. Due to the real situation at the time, I had to add the word "abnormal".

Because Grandpa Xiong went up with one crutch.

Come to our theater to train famous actors, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon are all martial arts masters, my father can defeat the demolition team with a single bench, Lord Xiong is 68 years old, and his crutches are like an eighteen Arhat Wukong descended into the world, "Smelly" Hooligans! Just ruined our ermao! Get out of here!"

As I stopped the uncle, my mood was complicated: I am a big man, is it a bit of a misnomer to spoil...

The man was whipped on the ground and yelled, "Old man! Misunderstanding! Misunderstanding! I just said a silly love story! Just kidding! I'm not gay! My baby is six years old!"

I stopped Grandpa Xiong, my costume was wet with sweat, and I panted and sat on the steps at the entrance of the theater, "I'm sorry, sir, my old man doesn't know about this,"

The man got up and sat on the steps, "It's okay, I'm not used to being serious, I should be beaten." He touched his arms, and handed over a business card, "What do you call my little brother? My name is Xie Kui, Ding Sheng Film and Television Manager, here is my business card."

"My name is Si Jingruo."

"Hi, hello, Mr. Si, that's it. I saw your performance, and I think you are very suitable for the role in one of our movies. Would you like to invite you to audition?"

I frowned and said, "I'm a third-rate drama actor, and I've never been in contact with..."

Xie Kui interrupted me excitedly: "The essence of the performance is the same! And you are just a pearl covered in dust! You are too talented to be in this poor theater! Believe my eyes, you will definitely be popular!"

At that time, I didn't know that he was the well-known golden agent in the entertainment industry, and I only regarded him as farting, and the credibility of his words was similar to that of the street barber shop king Tony.

"I'm sorry, my father left me this broken theater, and I have no plans to change careers." I had enough rest, stood up with a smile, and patted the ashes on the green gown, "Thank you for joining us today, and welcome next time." Come again."

"Huh? Little brother? You don't want to think about it..."

"Master Xiong, close the door to see off the guests!"

……

Later Dong Xiaowei found out about this, pointed at my nose and scolded me for being stupid, "You are stupid! Be a star?! Do you know how much we pay for one night of acting?! How much does a star make for an hour of acting?"

That gold-worshiping face is too real, I really want to stick a skewer into his nose.

"It's okay for our own people to scold the small broken courtyard, but for outsiders to scold, no!" I was also aggrieved, and I drank half a bottle of beer with my head up.

"Come on, isn't it okay if others don't scold you? Your father is noble and you should also learn to be noble! No, what's so noble about our small broken courtyard? It's also the historical and cultural heritage of our century-old theater troupe, come and shoot There are not even any documentaries! The few of us left, work part-time during the day and rehearse at night, and then look at you, how you are in college, don’t you know where your future is, what’s the use of wasting here? Okay, you just spend your time It’s exhausting, and I’d be happy to spend it with you! But look at how old Master Xiong is, and I’ve been looking after the gate of your house for decades! Young master in 8012! The pension should be paid!”

"..." This guy Dong Xiaowei, after drinking a little wine, he's going to be blind. I can't quarrel with him, so he dropped the beer bottle and left.

Noble?In my dreams, I want to win the lottery tomorrow. I wish I could be taken care of by a rich woman and max out my black card. I wish I could date a rich and beautiful woman tomorrow so that I can pay off my ant money!

I was born in a drama family, and I have been performing dramas since my grandfather's grandfather's generation, from "Spring and Autumn of the Mainland" to "Long Live the Republic", from "Peacock Flying Southeast" to "Thunderstorm", to "Sunrise" to "Tea House ", has been acting for a hundred years, and in my life, the drama family is left with an empty shell. The drama theater has been renovated several times and turned into a dangerous building. The real estate agent has been eyeing my land. Tian Liangdao came to persuade him to sell the theater. It is not a dream to become rich overnight, and even promised to let me go to the theater directly... My father has never acted as a famous actor in his life, but he has cultivated a famous actor temper, "Let me Bow your head to the capitalists! Dreaming!" He picked up a bench and beat the man away. When he came back from the scene, my father's health deteriorated day by day, and the theater's condition deteriorated day by day, but he Still acting, playing Zhou Chong, playing Lu Dahai, playing Yang Bailao, a thousand people in the audience, one person can't affect him at all, he is crying and laughing wantonly, punk is too good.

But punk can’t be eaten, life is still to be lived, if the gate is written, no one will come to the theater, no one will come to the theater, the theater has no income, the actors have run away, and the play can’t be scheduled.My father was born as a young master, and he lived in praise for the first half of his life, raising his self-esteem too delicately, so that the hardships of the second half of his life hadn't even begun, and he died because he had nothing to play.

He was cool enough all his life. Before he died, he entrusted the theater to me, and asked me to "be upright and open, stick to the backbone of the drama, and shape the soul of the nation that stands upright and surging."

To put it simply, I didn't give me a buff of making money every day before I left.

I hid in the theater toilet, rubbed my face, and took the business card out of my pocket.