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After Wang Xu finished speaking, he left, leaving the two of them staring at each other in silence.

Ling Jiale's eyes were dead and silent, and there was no half of the liveliness and cheerfulness of the past few days.

Seeing that Shen Ge was silent, he asked Xiao Li to go to the dressing room.

Shen Ge looked at his fading back, and remembered that during the first audition, he saw Ling Jiale frequently looking at the manager, but his manager betrayed him like that; She kept looking at herself trustingly and said, "If you act, I will act", but I belittled him like that; in the end only Wang Xu was left, and now Ling Jiale is willing to act in this play, there is only one reason left, because Wang Xu "understands play, understand him", but Wang Xu said that again...

Shen Ge suddenly felt that life was pretty fucked up for Ling Jiale.

Ling Jiale and Xiao Li entered the dressing room, and Xiao Li saw that Ling Jiale was extremely depressed and seemed to have something to say, so he said to the service team leader: "Teacher, go to dinner, I know where to put the clothes. "

The team leader of the service group declined, saying that these tasks must be done in person.

Wang Xu's production crew is strictly controlled, and no one dares to break the rules.

Xiao Li glanced at Ling Jiale, and wanted to say something, Ling Jiale shook his head, went to the compartment and took off his costumes—a light beige jacket, a white shirt with a sharp collar, and baggy light blue jeans.

After changing his own clothes, he handed over the costumes to the team leader of the clothing department, watched the other party number the clothes, put them away, and make a record, and then said goodbye to him and Xiao Li.

So far, Ling Jiale has lost the mood to confide.

"Jiajia, don't take it to heart. Wang Xu is notoriously bad-tempered. I read online that actors and actresses such as Min Huai'an, Cao Zheng, and Lin Wen have all been told to cry by him... Maybe it's because One of the director’s methods of filming seems to be to stimulate the potential of the actors.”

Ling Jiale looked at himself in the mirror, with a beautiful but empty face, and asked himself: Do I have potential?

Wang Xu had previously praised him for his potential, but today he filmed for several hours and only finished one shot. Will Wang Xu regret it?

He and Xiao Li left the dressing room, and saw Shen Ge standing outside like a god, a tall man standing there, looking bored.

Ling Jiale looked at the shooting location not far away. There were only two staff members who were cleaning up the equipment. He turned to Shen Ge and said, "If you want to eat, you can go. I won't tell the director."

Shen Ge smiled, "Ling Jiale, I'll take you somewhere."

Ling Jiale felt that he really had no idea, so he followed Shen Ge to the vegetable market.

The vegetable market in this small town is extremely crowded, Li Li's car can't drive in at all, and there are people all around, which makes him very uneasy, so he turned his head and said to Shen Ge who was sitting in the back: "I can't drive in, go back!"

Shen Ge actually knew what he was thinking, "Nowadays they are all people who are in a hurry to buy vegetables and go home to cook. No one sees what you look like."

He handed over his black baseball cap, "Put on the cap and the mask, those uncles and aunts won't be star-chasing, they won't be able to recognize them."

Ling Jiale took it hesitantly, pulled down the vanity mirror of the co-pilot, put on a mask and hat in front of the mirror, and asked Xiao Li, "What do you think?"

Xiao Li looked anxiously at the bustling people outside, "Why don't you just forget it..." He felt terrible when he thought of Ling Jiale being surrounded by people, "What are you looking at, ordinary people, I am ordinary people, don't you see me OK?"

Ling Jiale looked back at Shen Ge, half of his face was covered by a mask and hat brim: "I want to go back."

Shen Ge looked at the only pair of big eyes left in his middle, full of fear of the crowd.

He thought to himself, how long has it been since the person in front of him walked on a real street, or did he never walk on a real street?

Shen Ge softened his voice, "Then let's wait in the car first, and then go out when it gets dark." He pointed out the window, "Look at that lamp, the light is very poor, and you can't see the long hair unless you get close to it at night." No matter what, even your biggest fans won't recognize you when they come across from the other side."

Ling Jiale looked at the street lamp, "How do you know this lamp is dim?"

Shen Ge smiled lightly: "I've been here before."

The sun began to set, and it sprinkled gorgeous colors wantonly, dyeing half of the clouds in the sky red.

Ling Jiale sat upright, staring ahead, thinking, no wonder Wang Xu was in a hurry today.It's such a rare fine weather, we should have taken more exterior shots, it was wasted for nothing.

It turned out that there was such a long time between the setting of the sun and the beginning of darkness.

Xiao Li felt bored for a long time, and took out his mobile phone to surf the Internet, but Ling Jiale and Shen Ge kept looking out the window, as if they could really see some "life" in those people who bought and sold vegetables.

"Xiao Li, may I ask a question—" Shen Ge in the back row suddenly said.

Xiao Li put down his phone and looked back.

"Are your parents born in the 70s?"

"Yes, my father was born in 1970, and my mother was born in [-]." Xiao Li revealed his parents' details without any precaution.

Shen Ge asked again: "Did uncle and aunt tell you about the mid-90s?"

Ling Jiale also looked at Xiao Li upon hearing the words.

Xiao Li scratched his head in distress, "I didn't say that, or I said I forgot."

Ling Jiale became a little interested, "My parents often told me about the past, saying that they used to love going on dates with Old Mo'er..."

"Old Mo'er?" Xiao Li asked.

"Moscow restaurant."

"Oh~~"

"...I remember another very funny thing, when China and Japan were friendly, my mother and her troupe were going to rehearse with the Japanese ballet troupe, and someone suggested adapting "Madame Butterfly", and then they were scolded by the director, To say that "Madame Butterfly" is a story about Japanese women being played by Americans is too ironic and not friendly enough..."

Shen Ge saw that they were going to divert the topic, so he hurriedly said: "The friendship between China and Japan is earlier than the story of Jiang Lu and Zhang Song, right? Xiao Li's parents are the same generation as Jiang Lu and Zhang Song."

Ling Jiale put away his enthusiasm, recalled the year written in the biography of the character, and suddenly realized: "It really is."

Xiao Li also realized, "They are just a few years younger than my parents!"

Shen Ge pointed out the window, "It's about the same age as our director. Look at the uncle outside, he should be about the same age."

Ling Jiale looked out of the window in the direction he pointed, the enthusiastic fruit seller, the vegetable seller who never smiled, and those uncles and aunts who brought their grandchildren to sell vegetables on electric bicycles They all became "Zhang Song" and "Jiang Lu".

"Zhang Song" and "Jiang Lu" are no longer just two names printed on paper, they gradually "live" in Ling Jiale's mind.

"If there were Zhang Song and Jiang Lu, would they come to the vegetable market to buy vegetables now?" He suddenly said something stupid.

Shen Ge smiled and shook his head, "I don't know."

Ling Jia looked at him in disbelief, did this person sometimes say "I don't know"?

Xiao Li had already put down his phone, and looked out the window with them, "My parents used to go to the vegetable market every day. They didn't like to stock up on vegetables at home, and bought fresh ones every day...but then I didn't live at home, and they also started Order takeout."

Xiao Li is a North drifter and has been drifting for several years.

"Yes, many people order takeaway now, and fewer and fewer people cook at home." Shen Ge echoed. He is a takeaway delivery person and knows this best.

"If there are children in the family, adults are more likely to open fire." Xiao Li pointed outside, "Look at those who come to buy vegetables, many of them have children with them."

Ling Jia laughed, "It's true. But our family didn't cook well when I was young, neither my parents knew how to cook..."

Xiao Li wondered: "Then how do you eat? Can't you go to Lao Mo'er every day?"

"The canteen, the canteen of my parents' song and dance troupe is pretty good."

"What if the unit is on holiday?"

"The aunt called Fan came over, and the parents of my dad's students also often send meals to my house."

"Parents deliver food?"

"Yes, the parents of the students know that my parents don't know how to cook, so they often send us meals."

Xiao Li was surprised: "There is such a thing, I have never heard of you!"

Ling Jiale was also very puzzled, "You never asked, so what's so special about it? My dad doesn't charge tuition fees for tutoring students. The parents are very grateful. If they want to give gifts, my dad won't accept them, so they can only send some food." Yes."

The pair of artistes and assistants looked at each other with big eyes, Shen Ge sitting in the back row couldn't help laughing.

He hadn't thought about how to bring Ling Jiale to "know life" at all, but he just thought it was lively here and wanted him to leave the set for a while to relax.

But now he really has an idea.

"Ling Jiale, do you know that there used to be a factory in this small town?"

Ling Jiale and Xiao Li shook their heads together.

"There used to be a factory here, and half of the people in the city depended on that factory for their livelihoods. The technical school where we filmed was also built on the basis of that factory."

"Where's the factory?"

"Demolished. After the reform of the economic system began, first batches of layoffs were laid off. In the end, they couldn't continue to operate, and they went bankrupt completely, and everyone lost their jobs." Shen Ge pointed to the people outside, "Look at those 50 A street vendor who is [-] years old may be the laid-off worker back then."

Ling Jiale opened his eyes slightly, and it is conceivable that his mouth under the mask must also be opened in surprise, "Jiang Lu's father was also laid off later."

He finally thought of that play, Shen Ge smiled, "Yes. The living environment of Jianglu Zhang Song and the others in our play is not like the current countryside, nor is it like the current big city. It can only be said that it is different from this small The cities are still somewhat close: the material and cultural life is not so rich, and the pace of life is not so fast-of course, the times are changing too fast, and there are still many places that are quite different, for example..."

Shen Ge had already done enough homework and talked to Ling Jiale in a leisurely manner, very much like when they were preparing for the second audition.Both he and Ling Jiale had gotten used to it, only Xiao Li secretly glanced at him in surprise.

Ling Jiale listened to what Shen Ge said, and looked out through the window pane.

Those people outside, those who sell vegetables, those who carefully select fruits, those who bargain, those who secretly pick vegetables, those who are eager to go home to cook, and those who reprimand children... and he is usually in the crew, in The people I saw on TV and in the brokerage company are all so different.

He suddenly turned his head and asked Shen Ge and Xiao Li: "Tell me, if those people outside know that we are here to spy on them like this, will they be angry?"

Shen Ge was startled, he hadn't thought about this question at all.

Ling Jiale continued to ask: "If you are in the busiest place in Beijing...for example, in the square outside the xx shopping mall, set up a glass pavilion, lock you in that pavilion, you can't get out by yourself, the outside is full of The people who come and go, as well as the onlookers, know that you are inside..."

He sometimes looked at Xiao Li, and sometimes at Shen Ge, "The glass of the pavilion is one-way, you have two choices, either you can only see the inside from the outside, or you can only see the outside from the inside, which one do you choose?" kind?"

Xiao Li was dumbfounded by his question, "Jiajia, where did you see the question? Is it the kind of psychological test?"

Ling Jiale turned her head and looked out the window, "I thought about it myself."

Xiao Li thought for a while and asked, "How long will you be locked up?"

"... three days."

"Three days! Didn't you get seen when you went to the toilet? Is there a toilet?"

"Yes, there are toilets, food, mobile phones, and the Internet."

"Oh, there are mobile phones and Internet..." Xiao Li was relieved, and asked again: "Why did you come up with such a strange question?"

"Choose quickly!"

"Of course I choose to be invisible to others. I don't want others to watch me go to the toilet." Xiao Li replied.

Ling Jiale looked at Shen Ge, "What about you?"

Shen Ge hesitated to speak.

Ling Jiale felt bored, "Forget it if you don't want to talk." After speaking, he turned his head and continued to look out the window.

Shen Ge glanced at Xiao Li with his light, and frowned somewhat annoyed.

"It's getting dark." Ling Jiale looked up at the gloomy street lamp, and before the two of them could react, he opened the car door and got out, as if he had been released from the "glass pavilion" he called.

Xiao Li and Shen Ge hurriedly followed.

At first Ling Jiale just stood by the car door, ready to get back into the car at any moment.

Fewer people came and went, but more hurriedly than before.

It was not completely dark yet, Xiao Li nervously guarded Ling Jiale's side.

No one looked at them, everyone was in a hurry to go home and eat.

Shen Ge walked around from the front of the car, looked down at the "fully armed" Ling Jiale, and asked, "Have you ever bought anything at this kind of stall?"