Little Taoist, don't run! [Entertainment]

Before Mao Xiaosheng asked carefully, he was led all the way into the dressing room by the makeup artist, "Let's change into the clothes first." The costumer threw a set of silk clothes without any explanation.

Unfolding the clothes in his hands, Mao Xiaosheng was stunned. It was a long blue dress with lotus patterns embroidered on it, and white tassels tied around his waist.

"This is a skirt." Confirmed with the dresser, Mao Xiaosheng hoped that the dresser would tell him that he took the wrong clothes.

But the reality is cruel, the costumer didn't even look at him, and said coldly: "That's the one, change it quickly."

"But···"

"Where are you talking so much, do you still want to do it?" The man said impatiently.

With just this sentence, Mao Xiaosheng fell silent. If he can't keep his current job, then he may never find his senior brother again. Be careful, isn't it just a skirt? He didn't have parents in the first place. Master, the old man, definitely won't blame him.Walking into the dressing room, he took off his own clothes, Mao Xiaosheng put on the skirt despite his reluctance.

"I've changed it..." I poked my head out of the dressing room, I really felt that this was really embarrassing, what is it for a big man to wear a skirt?

"Hurry up after changing it." The makeup artist was already standing in front of the chair and waiting.

Not only did Mao Xiaosheng put on a skirt, but he even put on a pair of pink embroidered cloth shoes. After putting on the shoes, he couldn't walk smoothly. He walked out with small steps helplessly, and sat in front of the makeup artist chair.

"Your hair is quite individual, is it true?" As soon as he sat down, the makeup artist behind him looked at the little braid behind him with great interest and asked. Many people have asked this question in the past few days problem.

"Well, it's true."

"How long will this stay..." He took out a headgear and stuffed Mao Xiaosheng's braids together with the hair around his ears and forehead, and the makeup artist took a woman's long-haired headgear from the side , indiscriminately fell on Mao Xiaosheng's head.

After a little tidying up, the makeup artist tore open a pack of wet tissues and handed it to Mao Xiaosheng, "Wipe off the paint on your face first, and then I'll fix it for you." After finishing speaking, he took out a comb and put it on Mao Xiaosheng's head. The wig was styled.

Holding the wet tissue, Mao Xiaosheng vigorously rubbed it on his face twice, not politely, and soon, the wet tissue was blackened by the paint that was painted on his face before.

"Yo, you look pretty cute in this way." The makeup artist raised his head and exclaimed when he saw Mao Xiaosheng whose face had become fair.

He took out another paper towel, wiped off the remaining paint, looked around Mao Xiaosheng's face, and said, "It's done, it's good like this." Originally, a stand-in didn't need to put on any makeup. A career that doesn't show its face.

Standing up and looking at himself in a long skirt and long hair in the mirror, Mao Xiaosheng secretly recited a few words "Jade Emperor Taiyi Immortal". It's cloudy.

Pushing open the door of the makeup artist, Mao Xiaosheng saw He Yun not far away, and walked over.He Yun was still looking around foolishly, completely oblivious to the fact that Mao Xiaosheng had already walked beside him.

He raised his hand and patted He Yun on the shoulder, and said, "Where is the martial arts instructor?" Wang Heping walked away in a hurry, and no one told him where to find the martial arts instructor, so he could only turn to He Yun, who he was most familiar with.

"Who are you?" He Yun turned around impatiently and glanced at Mao Xiaosheng. At first he didn't care, then he turned around suddenly and exclaimed in surprise, "Oh my god, you are Xiaosheng. She looks like a girl, I didn't even recognize it." After speaking, he circled around Mao Xiaosheng back and forth.

Not liking this statement, Mao Xiaosheng frowned, "Where is the martial arts instructor?"

"Oh," recovering from the shock now, He Yun pointed to a bald man standing talking in the open space not far away, and said, "It's that Wu Ke, be careful, he's very fierce .”

Without asking in detail what "Wu Ke" meant, Mao Xiaosheng awkwardly walked towards the martial arts instructor.

"Hello." Mao Xiaosheng greeted that person, carrying the skirt that was about to be dragged to the ground, and Mao Xiaosheng was in a complicated mood.

"Who are you?" The martial arts instructor frowned badly, looked him up and down, and asked uncertainly, "Are you a new stuntman?"

Nodding his head, Mao Xiaosheng didn't dare to take his hands off the skirt. Although his trousers were not taken off, the skirt had two or three layers of inner lining, so it was inconvenient to move.

"Heh, where did they find it? You really look like a little girl." The man's words were full of sarcasm, and he raised his hand to poke Mao Xiaosheng's thin shoulder unreasonably. The martial arts instructor said: "You have such a small body. Okay? Do you have any experience?"

Pushed like this, Mao Xiaosheng turned sideways subconsciously, nodded towards the martial arts instructor, and said, "I have some experience."

"Okay, it's not difficult anyway, I'll do it first, you watch it."

After the martial arts instructor finished speaking, he beckoned another person, "I'll do what you'll do later, watch carefully, I'm impatient, I don't like to teach many times." People rehearsed the martial arts moves that had already been designed.

Soon, the two rehearsed this short fight scene again. The martial arts instructor panted slightly, beckoned Mao Xiaosheng over, and asked contemptuously, "Do you understand?"

Mao Xiaosheng stood there in a daze, recalling the series of actions of that person just now in his mind.

Thinking that Mao Xiaosheng was stunned by these martial arts moves, the martial arts instructor sneered, and said with a little sarcasm: "Cut, I just said that they can't find any good people."

"Okay." At this moment, Mao Xiaosheng suddenly spoke.

The martial arts instructor was startled, and then showed a hint of sarcasm, concluding that Mao Xiaosheng would never memorize the moves just now in such a short period of time, so he felt bad, and said, "Well, you and I will compare the moves just now. Rehearse the movements again, don't you remember it?"

Nodding his head, Mao Xiaosheng hesitated, and finally put down his skirt.

"Start!" The martial arts instructor held a prop knife in his hand, shouted and waved it at Mao Xiaosheng with a fierce look on his face.

Dodging backward deftly, Mao Xiaosheng turned sideways, raised his right foot and kicked towards the martial arts instructor's back, but he didn't use any force, just tapped lightly, then bypassed him and jumped to the other side.

The martial arts instructor waved his arms, and the prop knife in his hand poked straight at Mao Xiaosheng's face.

Taking two steps back calmly, Mao Xiaosheng tilted his head to avoid the blade that was already close to him. Even though it was just a prop, the unsharpened blade still flashed a cold light before his eyes.

With a twist of his wrist, the knife in the martial arts instructor's hand changed direction again, and slashed at Mao Xiaosheng again. At this time, his face was already showing a fierce look, and he had long forgotten that enough is enough.

Mao Xiaosheng only felt that the skirt on his body was really in the way, and the routine of the martial arts instructor was no longer as simple and clear as before. With a leap, Mao Xiaosheng jumped up directly from the ground, and his toes touched the martial arts instructor's On the shoulder, he jumped again with strength, rolled in the air for a week, then landed, turned around quickly, and raised his palm to pat the martial arts instructor's back.

When Mao Xiaosheng jumped up, the bald man's face was already full of shock. Mao Xiaosheng's movements were extremely fast and clean, like a flash of lightning, flashing past him without even touching the man. I realized that it already made him dizzy, and the subsequent palm came without warning, seemingly soft and without any force, but once his body softened, he couldn't use any strength, and the martial arts instructor's figure was shaking. Twice, staggered forward and fell over.

But Mao Xiaosheng just stood aside and said lightly: "This is different from the action just now."

Holding the ground with a knife, the martial arts director barely stood up, sweating profusely, panting heavily and staring at Mao Xiaosheng speechlessly.

But this time, he didn't dare to underestimate Mao Xiaosheng anymore. After the two of them honestly rehearsed the martial arts moves twice, Mao Xiaosheng had already played his moves extremely smoothly.

"Young man, you are not bad." The martial arts instructor corrected his bad attitude just now, stepped forward and patted Mao Xiaosheng on the shoulder and praised, "Where did you learn your kung fu?"

"On the mountain, with my master."

"On the mountain?" I was a little surprised to hear this answer, but the martial arts instructor didn't ask any more questions. Instead, he asked: "Young man, are you interested in joining our team? Although we mainly do behind-the-scenes work as substitutes, I think you can still cultivate it, if you don’t speak well, you can get angry.”

Mao Xiaosheng was still stubborn, shook his head and replied: "Thank you, but no need, I don't want to be famous."

"Don't want to be famous?" The martial arts instructor became even more confused, "Why are you here if you don't want to be famous?"

"I want to see Bai Muyun."

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Ji Qi came out from the waiting room, the filming was in progress, a girl in Tsing Yi was fighting with another masked man in the middle, I saw the girl in Tsing Yi's movements were smooth and smooth, without delay, her ankle-length skirt Because the person kicked and jumped gracefully, turned around, and his long black hair drew an arc in the air.

He didn't remember that He Linxin knew martial arts moves, so he beckoned to the director beside him, and asked, "Who is that girl in the fighting scene?"

"Brother Qi, that's a new substitute for He Linxin," the man leaned towards Ji Qi and said, "And it's a man, not a woman."

After hearing what the man said, Ji Qi looked at the man not far away again, with a petite figure and a fair face, he really didn't believe it was a man.

"Okay, it's over!" Zhang Kuo shouted while sitting on the director's seat at the end of the article.

"The actor has worked hard. The stand-in performed well just now. There will be no shots later, so I can rest and prepare for the next scene."

Ji Qi got up and stood up, the next scene was his play.

The person in the long skirt in the distance breathed a sigh of relief, and walked towards him with the skirt in hand. The two passed by, and then stopped at the same time.Looking back, Ji Qi looked at the little boy standing three steps away from him, and unexpectedly found that the man was looking at him with a complicated expression.

"Are you Ji Qi?" the person not far away asked.

Raising her eyebrows, Ji Qi didn't deny it.

The man's lips moved slightly, but in the end he didn't say anything. He shook his head with a smile on his lips, turned around and left with his skirt in his hands.

Watching the man walk away, Ji Qi froze in place, with a ferocious expression on his face, as if he had been eaten by a scorpion, it was the first time that Ji Qi ignored him after he was recognized.