Relying on a mouthful of immortal energy to mix in the entertainment industry

Qin Mo drove the car to the reserved restaurant, the seat was near the window, the environment was good, and when he looked outside, he could see the Taotao River under the night.

Shen Xi is really hungry, he now has the Buddha nature of breaking a can, anyway, he has already done it, so he might as well cover his head, he is quite at ease eating.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Qin Mo knew that the two of them really had nothing to talk about right now, and he was afraid that if he ate too quickly, it would be bad for his stomach.I had to find a topic by myself.

"Why did you forget the words?"

He picked for a long time, and finally picked a job from all kinds of topics that might be a minefield, although... this is also a minefield.

Shen Xi's hand holding the chopsticks paused, and he looked at Qin Mo in embarrassment: "Maybe... I'm not proficient."

Qin Mo frowned: "I don't believe it."

Shen Xi thought for a while, then said vaguely: "It's my fault."

He took a sip of plain water before he said calmly: "It's my fault, I...maybe I'm going to turn this show down, the director has already talked to me, and the company has given me some advice."

"Well, I can give you a black fire black fire character design tomorrow." Qin Mo was almost pissed off by him.

They reunited after a long absence, and before they had time to exchange friendly greetings about each other's experiences, God threw him such a big cake, which made him feel pain in his heart.

"I know who you are..." Qin Mo said.

Shen Xi was stunned for a moment, then raised his eyes to look at him, he was a little short-sighted, he wore contact lenses when filming, and quickly took them out as soon as work was over, and he didn't even have time to find a framed glasses strap from his assistant.

Seeing people is a bit blurry.

He hasn't had any friends for a long time, and since he left the circle of Cong Dao and entered the entertainment circle, he has become very silent.

Qin Mo actually made it clear what kind of person he is?

He tried to see Qin Mo clearly, but because of myopia, his eyes looked a little confused and innocent.

As if with a different kind of affection.

"He didn't memorize the lines, and changed them on the spot, I...I can't catch it." Shen Xi said lightly.

He has no status in this circle, no background, a lot of things, it's like not saying anything, he's used to closing himself up and swallowing all the grievances.

Qin Mo rubbed his forehead, this bright mirror is so fucking disgusting.

This kind of legendary master has been in the industry for many years, and he also has his own skills in memorizing lines from scripts.They are often able to grasp the essence faster than others. Those who are dedicated can memorize their lines, and those who are slippery just memorize them casually, and then perform on the spot.

The euphemism is that artistic creation needs inspiration.

It's fine if the screenwriter's lines are completely changed beyond recognition.

The worst thing is the juniors who play against them.

The younger generation respected the screenwriter more, memorized the lines in a serious manner, and there were many people who were completely bullied when they encountered such a big guy.

You never know where your opponent's next sentence is in the script, and you never know what you did wrong. Anyway, you are stunned by their powerful aura and follow him.

"Other things are fine, but this time..." Shen Xi grabbed the water glass with his slender fingers, and drank another glass of water. He seemed to be in urgent need of something to drink to relieve the resentment in his heart. Simmering fire.

"He speaks the northern Shaanxi dialect... I couldn't hold back the laughter!" Shen Xi said.

Qin Mo: "Pfft..."

When he smiled, his eyes were particularly bright, and he still looked a bit like the brat seven years ago. Shen Xi regained a sense of familiarity, and he became much more relaxed, so he smiled too.

Can't help complaining: "He plays a returnee scholar from Nanjing, speaks the northern Shaanxi dialect, and says he wants to make the characters grounded..."

Qin Mo suddenly discovered that Shen Xi still had a temper, and he looked at him narrowly: "Then what about you, what are you playing?"

Shen Xi: "...you don't know?"

Qin Mo stuck out his tongue in embarrassment: "They did it all, how did I know this..."

Shen Xi: "..."

The investor doesn't know what he is investing in, and he feels that his future is bleak.

After a long time, he said slowly, "A...president who came back from studying in the UK!"

Qin Mo waved at him and told him to sit closer to him.

Shen Xi moved closer slightly.

Qin Mo said in a good mood: "Next time he wants to be like this again, you can speak some English, the characters are close to reality..."

"No way, everyday English speakers can't be recruited." Shen Xi said, "Ming Jing graduated from Harvard."

Qin Mo waved his hand: "Crap, what about Harvard? He never went to college. If you don't believe me, you'll ask him what Harvard's full name is tomorrow during the show!"

Shen Xi lowered his head in horror, feeling that his future is even more bleak

After eating, the two walked on the bridge. The weather was too cold, and there was no one else except the two of them. The river wind blew over, and the people who were blown by the cold wind woke up a lot.

Even though she didn't drink alcohol, Shen Xi felt that she was extremely excited today, whether it was her body or her mind.

Perhaps it was because after so many years, another person told him: I know what kind of person you are.

Shen Xi looked at the river, and buckled his fingers on the railing involuntarily.

Qin Mo stood behind him, and suddenly asked, "Did you offend Ming Jing?"

Shen Xi turned her head to look at him, and nodded hesitantly: "It should be... maybe."

Qin Mo laughed angrily at him: "What do you mean it might be?"

Shen Xi scratched the back of his head helplessly: "A reporter came to interview him on the set that day and asked him what books he usually reads. He said that the books he read would be related to the film he was shooting. Recently, he was reading some of the Nobel Prize books. Books, and said he was playing a cryptographer."

Qin Mo glanced at Shen Xi delicately: "Then, what did you do?"

Shen Xi looked at him with some embarrassment: "I couldn't hold it back for a while, and interjected beside me... Cryptography experts should read knowledge related to informatics. The highest award in information is the Turing Award in the world. The Nobel Prize he There are no related classes."

Qin Mo looked at him and didn't speak for a long time.

Shen Xi also looked back at him.

The wind from the river was blowing, and the faces of both of them were aching from the cold.

"Pfft..." The two burst out laughing at the same time.

Qin Mo stretched out his hand and patted Shen Xi's shoulder: "It's really you! Are you stupid!"

Shen Xi sighed: "The reporter didn't know either. If I didn't say anything and broadcast it, he would be even more troublesome. After I said it, he immediately changed his words, but he didn't expect that he would hate me."

Qin Mo grabbed his hand and put it in his palm: "Why is he in trouble? Do you really think his fans can tell what is informatics and what is mathematics? Don't talk about the Turing Award, just promise Any one of the Bell Awards, as long as it is not a literary award... an undergraduate who graduated from a comprehensive university may not be able to understand it, let alone Der Spiegel! Who cares about these things these days, only you, a bookworm!"

"The ancients said that there is no distinction between teaching and learning, I just want to..."

Qin Mo smiled, and took his hand: "Let's get in the car and say, it's too cold, you don't have to worry about the crew."