fake show [entertainment circle]

The scenery to be changed is different from the corridor scenery of the community just now. It is not just a "skin" and "bones", but a "real" bar with "internal organs".

From the outside, the entire bar scene has streets, roads, and gates. After entering the door, it is also an interior scene that is completely modeled after a real bar. Even the pool under the bar and the bottled wine displayed on the shelf behind the bar are completely real.

The on-site staff was busy moving equipment and props to the bar. Jian Lin didn't need to change makeup and clothes for the time being. After the transition, he and Chen Yang walked around the bar together.

Chen Yang followed Jian Lin's buttocks with a bag on his back, looking at the interior of the bar, he was amazed no matter how he looked at it: "It's so real, it's like building a real bar in a shed."

Seeing all kinds of wine and wine utensils in the wine cabinet behind the bar, Chen Yang said, "Wow! Is this filming? You can just sit here and drink two glasses!"

Chen Yang carelessly sat down on the high chair in front of the bar, pretended to face the empty bar, and tapped his fingers on the countertop: "Give me a cup of Long Island iced tea, oh no, Bloody Mary."

Jian Lin leaned against the bar, watching him pretend.

Chen Yang twisted his waist, turned around on the high chair, faced Jian Lin, and began to blow again: "Do you know what is 'Long Island Iced Tea' and what is 'Bloody Mary'? Have you never heard of it?"

Chen Yang officially started the great business of pretense: "Long Island Iced Tea, the color looks a bit like iced black tea, but it is actually very strong, with a degree of at least forty or fifty, and add some Sprite ice cubes to adjust it for you. After you drink it, For someone like you, two cups is enough for you to lie down."

Chen Yang: "There's also Bloody Mary, which looks like tomato juice, filled with vodka, half a glass and you'll shake it!"

Jian Lin listened, and suddenly looked behind Chen Yang: "Uncle Chen?"

Chen Yang's hair exploded, and his neck swelled instantly. His first reaction was that his father brought a rope to catch him. Thinking about it, he turned his head and looked behind him. Uncle Chen with a fart, this is a scene, but it's not real bar.

"Hey!" Chen Yang jumped off the high chair with his eyes wide open.

Jian Lin turned around, and Chen Yang followed him, bluffing: "You are just jealous that I have been to the bar and know more than you!"

Jian Lin swayed forward with one hand in his pocket, looking around: "Well, I'm jealous of you."

Chen Yang: "I drank in the bar, but you didn't!"

Jian Lin: "Well, no."

Chen Yang: "I also sang, ordered wine, and dated girls!"

Jian Lin: "Well, your father is coming soon, and there is also your family's ancestral rope."

Chen Yang:"……"

The two were bluffing and the other was silent, saying that they were making a fuss and walked past the bar.

After they left, Fang Luobei and Director Wang who were standing outside behind an open window in the hall looked away.

Director Wang wanted to laugh when he thought about Jian Lin's calmness that could make his assistant jump in anger. He felt that he was even more interesting than when he was a child.

Originally, he was reminiscing with Fang Luobei, watching this scene, he changed the subject temporarily, and took the initiative to chat about this year-end friendship with children.

There is no general evaluation, but something that has impressed Director Wang so far.

Director Wang: "When I first met Jian Lin, he was filming in my group. He was leading a horse, and the one who sat immediately was a young actor, about his age. His height happened to be that the young actor could step on it as soon as he stretched out his feet. To his shoulder. Maybe it was a prank, the little actor kept stepping on him, especially before the filming started, he had to stand, unable to move, and unable to hide.”

When Director Wang said this, what popped into his mind was Jian Lin's appearance on the set when he was a teenager——

He looked like a child, tanned in the summer, dressed as a domestic servant, with a pair of muddy cloth shoes, holding the rein, standing beside the horse.

At that time, he was still young, not tall, and his appearance was not outstanding. He was good-looking in group performances, but he was far inferior to the "little master" who was sitting on the horse.

"Little Young Master" is a child star, a boy, very active in his teens, he couldn't sit still while waiting to be filmed, pulling the reins for a while, and grabbing the jade pendants and tassels hanging on his clothes for a while.

He may be looking for someone to talk to, but there is no one around, only the horse on the buttocks, and the little group performer leading the horse. The small group performer is standing in a well-regulated manner, much shorter than him. He can't reach it with his hands, so he stretches his legs and uses Feet to touch: "Hey!"

The boy who played the servant turned...

Fang Luobei listened silently, and following Director Wang's description, he could imagine the look of Xiao Jianlin back then when he turned around and raised his eyes.

It must be a little hairy, but it was still very quiet, didn't say anything, just looked at people with those clear eyes.

Just like in front of the 16th building on the rainy night of the fifth day of the lunar new year.

Fang Luobei's mind was pulled back by Wang Dao's words, Wang Dao said: "I am stepped on twice from time to time, I must be angry, and then guess what."

Director Wang laughed: "When the little child actor was filming later, the horse kicked its hooves and fell face-to-face. His front teeth were loose and he cried for half an hour. Wait for the filming of that scene, including the scene of riding a horse later. No matter where you dare to move around, you are extremely honest."

Fang Luobei guessed something, and touched the corners of his lips: "Did he move the horse?"

Director Wang snorted and said, "That's right. The horses used by the crew for filming are all specially trained and can listen to passwords."

"It was only later that I found out that Jian Lin was bored on the set, so he would learn something by himself. Back then, the man in charge of the horse in the costume drama set liked him very much, so he taught him a little bit, and he really learned it quickly."

"Can you imagine, a teenage child, an extra, a child actor, and can't fight, what to do if you are bullied, don't you have to play tricks secretly?"

Fang Luobei smiled, it really was a little wolf.

Director Wang finished talking about this, ended the topic, and quickly chatted about other things: "What about you, I heard from Zhao Xudong some time ago that you are still the same. How is your appetite? Is it still not good? Can't eat?"

Director Wang also looked at Fang Luobei back and forth like scanning Jian Lin up and down, "tsk" said: "However, how do I look at it, do you think you are in good condition?"

Fang Luobei: "Well, it's okay."

Director Wang: "What panacea did you take?"

Fang Luobei didn't know if it was a joke or he wanted to skip this topic, so he said unhurriedly: "It's porridge."

The scene of the bar had to be filmed several times that day: Lin Xi ran into Luo Yu being splashed with alcohol and hid behind the corridor wall. Luo Yu walked through the corridor with the smell of alcohol on his body. Lin Xi came out with a tray. Luo Yu happened to see the wound on Lin Xi's neck.

Before starting the show, the two actors had already changed their previous looks.

Jian Lin was wearing Lin Xi's uniform for working in a bar: leather shoes, black trousers, white shirt, black sleeveless vest, and a brooch with gold letters on a black background pinned to her left chest, with her name: Lin Xi printed on the brooch.

As soon as he came out with this look, Chen Yang laughed stupidly: "Don't say it, it really is like this, and with a bow tie, it looks more like it."

Jian Lin came to him to get food to fill his stomach, not to let him admire and comment on the style.

Chen Yang handed him the tangerine that had been peeled and put in a fresh-keeping bag: "Eat more, work hard, and when you're promoted to foreman, I'll praise you."

Jian Lin ate an orange: "How many bottles of wine can you order?"

Chen Yang was taken aback: "Oh? You actually understand?"

Jian Lin finished eating a few mouthfuls, and handed the bag back: "Wake up, the minimum consumption for a box in this bar is 98, the cheapest wine is [-] for a bottle, and a glass of ordinary cocktail is [-], you can't even afford the bar counter. This You can't afford it."

Chen Yang:"……"

I felt the hurt from money and the malice of the leading actor in front of me.

Chen Yang: "What's the matter if I can't afford it? You're just a waiter." Try to save face: "I can't afford it, but my god can afford it!"

Just as he was talking, Fang Luobei walked in from the hall outside, and when he showed up, there were three brand-new highlights:

A white shirt with dark patterns was used as the base layer, a gray sweater was worn over it, and a pair of metal-rimmed glasses were worn on the bridge of the nose.

He didn't go inside. He stood in a place where a pile of equipment was placed and listened to what Luo Hong said. He raised his hand occasionally, opened his thumb and middle finger, and lightly pushed his fingertips under the mirror frame.

From the perspective of Jian Lin and Chen Yang, they could just see the back of Fang Luobei's open hand: the hand was wide, with long fingers and well-defined joints.

In Chen Yang's words: My male god can be a model of hormones with just one hand!

This model fell into Jian Lin's eyes, but it overlapped with another picture in his mind -

Hand holding brown wooden umbrella handle.

"Teacher Luo, please tell me, will you remember this hand? Can you recognize it at a glance?"

"No."

Jian Lin: I can.

"..."

Jian Lin turned his eyes away: I just have good eyesight.

Not long after, Director Wang called to give a lecture.

Seeing Jian Lin in the uniform of a bar attendant, and Fang Luobei in a dark-patterned shirt and gray sweater, Director Wang came up and said: "You see, poverty and wealth, the gap in social status, and the huge gap in wealth."

Director Wang: "Poor boy and rich man."

Fang Luobei: "Rich people will always look drunk later."

Director Wang: "Don't worry, get two passes and save some wine."

Jian Lin realized that Director Wang and Fang Luobei were very familiar.

He looked over subconsciously, and when he got close, he could see the nose pads behind the metal-framed glasses pressing on both sides of the straight mountain roots. Perhaps it was a subconscious movement, and Fang Luobei raised his hand to support the glasses again, with the palms facing inward and the backs of the hands facing each other. outward.

After looking at it for a moment, Jian Lin looked away.

Director Wang started to give a lecture. Fang Luobei lifted his glasses, and his gaze swept over Jian Lin's face.

Director Wang happened to see it and asked him, "What's wrong?"

Fang Luobei: "You continue."

Director Wang said: "This whole scene, the plot is coherent, being splashed with wine, bumped into hiding behind the wall, walking over, coming out, rubbing shoulders, and finally seeing the wound."

Director Wang: "It's not a big problem how to play it. We can go through the plot in a coherent way later."

Director Wang: "I mainly want to analyze for you, Luo Yu saw the details of Lin Xi's wound."

Jian Lin looked focused.

Director Wang: "People will have a deeper impression on individual parts, such as wounds, or eyes, necks, lips or hands."

Director Wang: "If you meet a person, every time it is a certain part of him, or a special mark, it is easy to produce sensory stimulation."

Director Wang: "And Luo Yu's special attention to Lin Xi, or in other words, Lin Xi's invisible stimulation of Luo Yu's senses, started from the wound."

Director Wang: "In the future, it will become a concern for this person."

Director Wang: "Do you understand? This wound, a unique mark, or a certain part, is far more stimulating to the senses than a complete and direct thing."

Director Wang: "You digest this part first, and when you understand it, it will be easier to comprehend the changes in the plot and emotional drama later on."

Jian Lin had already understood Director Wang's analysis, and soon realized that he could recognize Fang Luobei's hand because of his good eyesight, not because of the stimulation caused by a single part.

He did notice Fang Luobei's hand holding the handle of the umbrella on the rainy night of the fifth day of the lunar new year, but soon he saw Fang Luobei himself under the umbrella, and he didn't see his wound like Luo Yu met Lin Xi twice Same, repeating the stimulus to see that hand again.

He just has good eyesight and good memory, so he remembered it.

Thinking about it this way, Jian Lin felt that she was thinking too much.

It was probably brought in by Luo Hong and Director Wang's previous analysis. Why use Luo Yulin Xi's plot to compare with reality?

Jian Lin: Don't think about it anymore, concentrate on filming.

After that, Director Wang went to watch another group, and Luo Hong was in charge of the filming.

Jian Lin was holding the wine tray, and Luo Hong taught him: "This height, lower it, yes, you can't walk with the tray so high, it's inconvenient, right?"

Luo Hong: "When you see Luo Yu being splashed with wine, you retreat from the corner of the corridor to the wall, and change to holding the plate with both hands, you should be at this height."

Fang Luobei stood not far away.

From his angle, he could just see Jian Lin's right hand holding the plate.

And this hand, when he was sitting on the battery car, the owner of the hand stretched it out purposely, showed it to him, and asked him: Can you recognize it at a glance?

A little earlier, in front of the shelves of the hotel and supermarket, he handed over the red envelope wrapped in a one-dollar coin, and the hand reached out to catch it.

Going forward, in the alley on a rainy night, the hand is holding a stick, the back of the hand is tense, like knuckles and blades, facing the rain sharply.

Going forward, during the Spring Festival, at the gate of Building 16, a hand came in from behind the gate, carrying a yellow delivery bag.

Further back, a few months ago—

On a rainy day, at the coffee shop on the corner of the alley, a shallow "excuse me, excuse me" came from behind him, and he turned sideways, with that hand grabbing the metal doorknob and pushing it lightly.

"Can you recognize it at a glance?"

"A part is far more stimulating to the senses than the whole."

Fang Luobei remained calm and looked away.

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Just a reminder: Chapter 04, Jian Lin's audition, the coffee shop in Rain Lane