Little Taoist, don't run! [Entertainment]

Walking into the film and television city, Mao Xiaosheng began to look at the surrounding environment curiously.

This place is like a world that travels through. It seems that a new scene will appear every step of the way. Sometimes it is full of classical atmosphere, and sometimes some modern elements appear. The commoner Mao Xiaosheng didn't seem so strange here.

Along the way, you can always see various photography groups shooting around here. Those large instruments are extremely novel in Mao Xiaosheng's eyes.

"The ones in the back, what are you doing, keep up." The person walking in the front picked up the big horn in his hand and shouted at Mao Xiaosheng, who was at the end of the line.

Mao Xiaosheng just stopped because he just saw the set of the hut in the bushes. The small house reminded him of his home on the mountain, the place where he lived for 20 years.

The leader's words made him wake up like a dream, Mao Xiaosheng shook his head, and trotted two steps to follow.

There is no one in his family waiting for him to go back.

"I said that there are too many groups in the garden today, so you should follow closely." The man walked up to Mao Xiaosheng and said impatiently.

"I'm sorry." He could only lower his head and apologize in a low voice. In fact, Mao Xiaosheng had no idea what he was going to do now.

Ignoring Mao Xiaosheng's apology, the leader put the horn on his shoulder and tapped it twice.

"Hey, let me hold it for you." Immediately, someone with good eyesight posted on it, and graciously took over the horn in the leader's hand, even though one horn was not heavy.

I don't know how long they walked, but no one spoke any more along the way, only the sound of the brass bell on the braid behind Mao Xiaosheng's back "hanging".

Finally, the leader stopped at a place surrounded by yellow lines.

Several large vehicles parked around, adding yellow lines to make the inside airtight. Outside the yellow lines, several well-dressed girls crowded there with their hands up and rushed to look inside, occasionally screaming twice.

"You will know the rules when you go in later, the one sitting in front of the monitor is Director Wang..."

The leader led the forty people they had selected to the back of a white RV, pointing inside and talking about the situation.

Mao Xiaosheng was confused when he heard it, but the people around him seemed to understand and nodded frequently.

"I'll take you to meet the director now," the leader said, paused for a moment, turned around, and ordered: "Today's two scenes are not going well, Director Wang is quite angry now, wait a moment Try not to cause trouble."

Following the people around him, although Mao Xiaosheng didn't know what he was going to do, he still nodded.

"Director Wang, I brought everyone here, can you take a look?"

The leader's arrogant attitude towards them just now disappeared in front of Director Wang, and the one who nodded and bowed was simply a replica of the person who was about to help him hold the trumpet just now.

Mao Xiaosheng was standing in the back row, standing on tiptoes trying to see the situation in front of him clearly. He saw a few tables under a blue shed filled with all kinds of instruments, and a middle-aged man wearing a black peaked cap The man was sitting on a recliner, with a dark face and an unfriendly expression.

"Whatever, as long as it's human." Director Wang waved impatiently at the leader, clearly in a bad mood.

"Then I took them to try on makeup?" the leader asked cautiously.

"What kind of makeup do you want to try? It's fine if you're a human being, so hurry up and change into your clothes! How long will it take to shoot such a scene!" Director Wang held the script in his hand and knocked on the table so hard that it was trembling.

The leader winked, and led the group of people behind him around the angry director and walked to the side.

Mao Xiaosheng only felt that Director Wang was angry like his master who scolded him for not studying hard. Although this person was angry and quite scary, he still had a good impression of Director Wang.

Following the leader, a group of people walked to another station wagon. Several makeup artists were busy moving things out of the car. It was very difficult for a young girl to carry a big box. Mao Xiaosheng took a small step. He ran over and helped one of the girls lift a large box from the car.

"Thank you." The weight in her hands lightened, and the girl raised her head in surprise, seeing Mao Xiaosheng's smiling face, she also smiled back.

"Be careful." Mao Xiaosheng instructed, and Mao Xiaosheng helped the girl move down the remaining two big boxes.

Before the girl had time to apologize, an angry voice came from not far away, "What are you doing at the back! If you don't want to do it, get out of here!" Without thinking, he knew it was the leader, and what he was shouting was exactly Mao Xiaosheng.

Handing a sorry expression to the girl, Mao Xiaosheng grabbed his cloth bag and ran towards the leader.

"Let me tell you, if you don't want to do it, get out, there are many people out there who want to do it, and I won't miss you." The man said, throwing a suit of clothes on Mao Xiaosheng's head.

"Hurry up and change clothes! Move fast!"

Taking the dress off his head, Mao Xiaosheng looked at the army green costume in his hand, the whole dress smelled rancid, it had been worn by many people and how long it hadn't been washed.

Looking at the people around him as if they didn't care about the smell from the clothes, they took off their clothes and put them aside, and put on the costume without saying a word, Mao Xiaosheng hesitated for a while, and slowly wrapped the cloth He took it off his neck, took off the clothes on his body, folded them, put them together with the cloth bag, and then changed into that clothes.

The group of people who put on the costumes were smeared by the makeup artist with an unknown paint, and then they were taken back to the yellow line. Director Wang had already stood up from the reclining chair, and now Right in the middle of the field.

"Director Wang, everyone is here." The leader hurried to Director Wang's side and said.

Director Wang didn't even look at them carefully, turned around and walked back to his reclining chair.

Another man in a black hat ran over in small steps, and started to speak loudly: "After you call the switch on, a group of you will start running from this point to the opposite side until you call stop, with serious expressions and flustered faces." A little bit, got it?"

"Understood." Everyone except Mao Xiaosheng nodded in understanding.

Mao Xiaosheng, who stood at the end of the line, was blocked tightly because of his short stature. Although he didn't know what he was doing, he could only follow behind the others.

Director Wang returned to his seat, put on his glasses, directed the cameraman to adjust the lens, and shouted: "Turn on."

"Turn on!" Director Wang's voice was not loud, but now the assistant director next to him shouted with a loudspeaker.

As soon as the words fell, the group performers ran forward and scattered in accordance with the request just now.

Mao Xiaosheng was also running behind the crowd, the bell behind him couldn't make a clear "Heng Han", but the sound of the copper rubbing was also very messy, which was very noticeable on the set.

"Kakaka!!" Director Wang suddenly yelled.

Everyone stopped, and turned to look at the angry director. Only Mao Xiaosheng, who only knew to stop when he called "stop", didn't know that he also stopped when he called "ka", followed behind one person, and didn't have time to stop. down, and put it straight on the man's back.

The man turned his head and gave Mao Xiaosheng a hard look, but he didn't dare to speak.Also, who dares to speak casually when the director is angry.

"I'm sorry." Someone dared, of course it was Mao Xiaosheng, he bowed to the person who was hit, and apologized.

"What was it ringing just now? Who's mobile phone ringing?" The director looked around angrily, everyone looked at each other, and everyone lowered their heads and said nothing.

"Director." Suddenly, someone spoke.

When everyone heard the voice, they all looked towards the source of the sound, wanting to see who was so brave.

"Director, it's the bell behind this person." The person who spoke was exactly the person Mao Xiaosheng bumped into when he was running, and he pointed to the bell on the braid behind Mao Xiaosheng as if asking for credit.

Director Wang walked up to Mao Xiaosheng, looked him up and down with disgust, then stretched out a finger to pick up the braid on the back of Mao Xiaosheng's head, and after a moment he showed a smiling face, saying, "The braid is pretty good." .”

The people around all held their breath, and no one dared to speak out. Seeing that Director Wang was not angry, they all opened their mouths in surprise.

"But the bell must be taken off first." Director Wang patted Mao Xiaosheng on the shoulder, turned around and walked back to his seat.

The others all bowed their heads and began to discuss in a low voice, because Director Wang was so tolerant to a passer-by who made a mistake, which can be regarded as a rare spectacle in a century.

Although Mao Xiaosheng was reluctant, he obediently took off the bell hanging from his braid, quickly ran to the place where he put his bag, put it away, and quickly ran back to the set.

"Every department prepares." Director Wang has been patiently watching Mao Xiaosheng's movements, until he confirmed that Mao Xiaosheng has returned to the scene, then he knocked on the table in front of him with the script, and shouted: "This time one will pass."

The staff put away their gossip just now, and immediately threw themselves into their work. With the director's order, all departments began to work in an orderly manner.

This time, nothing went wrong, and Mao Xiaosheng ran with everyone, without any mistakes.

Just running back and forth a few laps, the group performance part was over this morning, and the person who led them into the garden before appeared again.

"There are two more scenes in the afternoon. Everyone has worked hard today."

After speaking, he beckoned, and immediately two staff members brought two large plastic boxes, and the smell of rice spread immediately, all of which were their lunch boxes for today.

As soon as they saw the box lunch, the group performers swarmed up, and in just an instant, the two big boxes of box lunch were robbed.

Mao Xiaosheng looked around blankly, the people around him had already sat or squatted to eat their boxed lunches, and when he walked to the box again, there was only oil stains and vegetable dregs leaking from the bottom of the box.

Sighing, Mao Xiaosheng sat back on the edge of the wall again, and his stomach growled uncontrollably. It had been a whole day since he went down the mountain, and he hadn't even drank a sip of water. His master told him since he was a child, You can do whatever you want when you're dead, but you can't be a starving ghost.

"Here, eat this."

When he was downcast, a lunch box was handed to him, exuding a tempting aroma.

Mao Xiaosheng raised his head, and a boy who didn't seem to be in the same grade stood in front of him, stretched out his hand and handed him a boxed lunch.

Swallowing, Mao Xiaosheng carefully took the lunch box from the boy's hand, and whispered, "Thank you."

"It's okay." The boy seemed to be easy to talk, and sat down beside Mao Xiaosheng.

Opening the lunch box, there were simple vegetables and a few pieces of meat in it, and I stuffed a big mouthful of rice into my mouth. Now everything can be called delicacies from mountains and seas.