Interstellar cat guide

In the hotel box, director He Yi had just had a few drinks, and the screenwriter next to him gave him several winks but was ignored, so he had to greet Mao Mi who had been standing for a long time after entering the door: "Sit down, he If you drink, you don't care about others, and we chat while eating."

"I'm listening." He Yi hiccupped, forcing a benign smile on his serious face, "Xiao Mao, we also made up our minds to choose you this time. They are looking for us, some people are not easy to offend even I, so I can only make sure with you during the meal time."

Mao Mi was flattered and was about to say thank you, when He Yi said again: "You know, there are a lot of good candidates, and the reason why we chose you is because Xiao Sun, the screenwriter, paid close attention to you and recommended you many times. .”

Sun Meichuan raised his glasses embarrassingly, and said with a smile: "I think you are very suitable. I have been in the industry for so many years, and Director He and I are old partners. I think my vision is still good. I started from your first movie. I have followed you, you have played some of Qi Yuchen's qualities. Ling Biyao's kindness, the guide fairy's chicness, and Potus' domineering... especially the pirate part, it can be seen that your fighting scenes are very good There is ample room for growth, and we are fully able to take it to the next level.”

"That is to say, you are a good seedling." He Yi briefly concluded.

"That's right," Sun Meichuan suppressed the smile of the fan girl, and calmly said with his hands intertwined, "The director also thought it was good after seeing your work, so we overcame all difficulties and chose you first. Of course the most important factor... ...It was because some time ago, the exposure of your academic qualifications was a decisive part. I believe you can understand this period of history very well and master the role of Qi Yuchen."

Mao Mi sat upright without moving, he knew in his heart that this was just a good start, how could it be so easy to settle down.

He Yi drank another glass of wine refreshingly, squinted his small eyes, and sized Mao Mi up. Then his men turned the turntable, and a plate of pork ribs landed firmly in front of Mao Mi.

"When you see this dish, what do you think of?" he asked.

"In the 16th year of the Linli calendar, the war had just stopped, and Spring City had been famine for three years. Qi Yuchen had just turned ten years old, and his father hunted a thin deer from the mountain, but because of it, he lost one eye and crippled one leg .My mother used the ribs of deer to make him a homemade dish called □Deer Spicy Ribs, which was the most unforgettable delicacy in his life, and he only ate it this time.”

"What else?" Seeing that Mao Mi answered smoothly and calmly, He Yi remained calm, showing no sign of satisfaction or dissatisfaction.

Mao Mi has completely integrated into Qi Yuchen's memories, he looked at the ribs fixedly, and said softly: "In the same year, General Shen Guanyun returned to Beijing triumphantly, passing through Spring City, met Qi Yuchen, and specially postponed his return to Beijing for him On the date, he stayed in Spring City for seven months with ten personal guards. He taught Qi Yuchen how to use a sword. The first sword he gave him was cut by himself overnight. Qi Yuchen gave this wooden sword It was named Luli, and later this wooden sword was stolen by thieves together with the treasures in the house when he went out to fetch water, and it disappeared.”

"The sword is now stored in the Federal Museum. It was dug out from a farmer's vegetable field 600 years ago before it was discovered again. It's really hard to know what happened during that time. It's amazing." Sun Meichuan interjected enthusiastically.

Seeing that she had an occupational disease, He Yi covered her mouth and coughed, and continued to ask, "What do you think of the sword name Lu Ri?"

"Seeing this sword, I first think of my father, telling myself not to forget my filial piety, and practicing swordsmanship even more so that I will not repeat the same mistakes and be injured by a thin deer. At the same time, this is also a delicacy cooked by his mother, a warning to himself He will remember the hard-earned famine all his life, remembering the bitterness and thinking about the sweetness. The deer ribs are also an important reason why he wanted to join the war. While eating ribs that day, he made up his mind to let everyone in the world have this kind of meat. , became the start of his dream."

"En." He Yi nodded calmly, turned his fingers, and turned a dish of braised crucian carp in front of him, "What about this dish?"

Mao Mi didn't need to think at all, and said without hesitation: "In the 18th year of Linli, it was the severe winter, Qi Yuchen was practicing swords by the small river, and a group of young masters from rich families were riding horses and frolicking on the other side of the river, and their servants were lying on the bed in unlined clothes. Trying to find a way to catch fish for the master on the ice. Qi Yuchen couldn't see it, and scolded them for being rebellious and devoid of benevolence, but the servants rushed over and beat them up, claiming that they were not allowed to scold their master."

"He had a sword in his hand, but he never lifted it up, but let them fight each other." Mao Mi even showed a trace of helpless compassion, "Although he was young, he explained to his father in this way after returning home that 'they are not bound. The power of a chicken drives the evil slaves. They are despicable. I have great skills and have a sword in my hand, but I don’t hurt people. It is my kindness. Even though the evil slaves are grateful that I stand up for them, they have to beat them because of life-threatening Benefactors, they are also victims, how can I hurt the victims again?"

"Father praised his enlightenment and asked him what to do? Qi Yuchen just ate two extra bowls of rice that night, laughed wildly with his sword in his hand, and rushed into the gorgeous mansion single-handedly, beating up the young masters who committed crimes. No one else was hurt."

Sun Meichuan was fascinated by hearing this, she only knew a general idea of ​​this past, and she couldn't study it so clearly, so she hurriedly continued to ask: "And then, didn't they bother Qi Yuchen?"

"I found it, but the county magistrate was instructed by Shen Guanyun, and he himself is a clear and wise official, so he settled this matter perfectly." Mao Mi said.

"Okay!" He Yi finally smiled with satisfaction, "Watching the dishes is very familiar with history, and you can blend in with the character himself in your speech, and your emotions and thoughts follow him. Your mastery and empathy for the character is very good."

Mao Mi breathed a sigh of relief, and thanked earnestly: "Thank you, director."

"So, can you ride a horse?" He Yi suddenly changed the question, "Riding and archery, sword skills, do you have any questions?"

"I won't...but I'm a good learner, and I can learn quickly."

He Yi clapped his hands and shook his head: "Knowledge is not enough, I want to be refined, can you?"

The man's eyes flashed brightly, he stared at Mao Mi's eyes, and saw this young man who looked delicate and delicate replied firmly: "No problem."

Sun Meichuan couldn't help laughing, with a sense of humor: "Qi Yuchen was an out-and-out high-spirited kid when he was young, and I am looking forward to your performance."

Mao Mi knew that this was almost a decision, raised his eyebrows at her with a toast, and said a famous quote from Qi Yuchen: "A tall horse crosses the river and the sky is wide, and a machete sweeps the wind and clouds."

The originally gentle and well-behaved young man was suddenly covered with a layer of dazzling brilliance, as if the brilliance of the world and all things were on him, listening to his wild words and seeing him condescendingly riding a horse.

"..." Sun Meichuan's face turned red in an instant, his cheeks glowed, he covered his chest with one hand and raised his wine glass with the other, and drank the wine in a daze.

He Yi clicked his tongue in amazement: "I told you to drink but you never drank, Xiaomao gave you a look and you looked like something."

At this time, the lunch really started. He Yi and Sun Meichuan stopped talking about work, but chatted lively like friends having dinner.

On the third day after returning home, Mao Mi confirmed the contract and formally joined the crew of "The Deep Vegetables and Trees in the Homeland".

In mid-June, the film was launched on Chengming Star A. Mao Mi stepped into Chengming this time, not as a tourist or visiting the set, but as a real actor, which made him very happy. got his wish.

When he arrived at the set, Xie Xingjian had just finished putting on his makeup, his armor was cold and cold, and his long sword was almost at the level of his cheeks. With his knife-like outline and stern expression, he looked like a heroic and stern general.

"Hello senior!" Mao Mi walked up to him.

"En." Xie Xingjian glanced at him, and seemed to feel too indifferent, so he managed to squeeze out two more words, "Come on."

Knowing Xie Xingjian's character, Mao Mi was also happy to accept these two words of encouragement, the moment he turned his face, he saw a familiar figure nestling in the corner playing with his brain.

He walked over quietly, seeing that the man hadn't responded, he simply patted him on the back: "Don't answer!"

"Who the hell is that?!" Mo Da jumped up, looked left and right, turned around and saw Mao Mi, and suddenly relaxed, "Are you going to scare me to death?"

"Are you here to visit Senior's class?"

Mo Da smiled and hugged his shoulders, and put on a friendly look: "How can I, I came to see you, and you and I are so close."

Mao Mi was too lazy to play tricks with him, looked around strangely and said: "Where is your wish?"

Mo Da wrinkled his nose and said in disdain: "He said that he can meet with him during the break, and he doesn't want to come here with me to see me show affection, what a poor single dog."

"Hey, don't tell me, have you grown taller again?"

"Isn't it? I'm also surprised that I can still grow." Speaking of height, Mo Da became even more proud, his chin raised.

Mao Mi glanced at Xie Xingjian who was testing the sword by himself in the distance, and asked curiously: "Then who is taller, you or Senior Xie?"

"Hmm..." Mo Da also made a comparison in the air, thought for a while in embarrassment, and said ambiguously, "It's about the same."

"Mao Mi, come make up!" The assistant on the other side has already started calling.

Mao Mi, who still wanted to chat for a while, had no choice but to take small steps to the dressing room, but Mo Da also followed him briskly. It seemed that he was running amok on this set, probably because of the bonus of relative rights.

People just followed him around, and saw that Mo Da dragged a small bench casually, bent his long legs and reluctantly sat next to Mao Mi to watch him make up.

"Why are you getting more and more beautiful?" Mo Da looked at him in a daze.

Mao Mi slapped him dumbfounded: "What are you talking about?"

Mo Da supported his cheeks and said affirmatively: "Really, you look better than the first time I saw you. It must be nourished by love."

"Tsk." Mao Mi kicked him in a panic.

It was only then that he realized what a big secret he had said, and Mo Da hurriedly made a gesture of shutting up, and laughed, "Just kidding."

The little girl who puts on makeup puts on her makeup in fear. She never thought that Mao Mi might fall in love. Pretty people look for a partner early, and she might really have no way out.

After thinking about it, she saw her real life Xie Xingjian outside again, looked down at the non-stop talking, and deeply shed tears of sadness for herself.