Son of the Bone

After Qi Lin got the script, he didn't sleep all night.

It wasn't until he started watching the story that he understood the weight of the audition.

In "Mermaid Song", he is the icing on the cake, appearing just right at every turning point of the plot and emotion, pushing the film to a deeper level.

But this audition opportunity is for the leading actor in the whole film, and purely from the script point of view, both the action and the lines are very difficult.

The script written by Bai Ping and his entire royal team is called "Golden Key".

The leading actor, Loan, is a new member of the transnational bandit organization 'Spades' temporarily audited and selected, and he is also the only Asian in the eight-member team.

The first assessment Spades gave him was to steal a silver fork from the mansion of a diplomat stationed in the United States.

Although there is no novel rendering of this character in the script, Qi Lin can vaguely portray the image of Loan in his mind.

He was silent, dull, like a depressed crow among a crowd of tall whites and blacks.

But when he pretends to be an FBI investigator and speaks eloquently in front of the diplomat's butler, when he uses his extremely flexible limbs to pass through the laser induction array in the secret room of the Palace of Versailles, he is like a statue suddenly injected with life.

At the moment when his ability bloomed, Loan was like a cunning and intelligent fox, even the most experienced hunter could not trace any trace of him.

The main plot of this script is how Spades, through interlocking planning and the layout of grass snakes and gray lines, snatched the gilded key equivalent to the lifeblood of the richest man.

That key can affect the scandal and huge deficit of the entire chaebol, and getting it is like getting the magic wand to control countless people.

But with Qi Lin's reading, the dark line on another level is becoming clearer.

Loan is just a pseudonym.

The male protagonist is actually the child of an innocent person that Spades killed by mistake many years ago. After becoming an Interpol and investigating the cause and effect, he resigned and disguised himself secretly, designing to infiltrate into their team.

Step by step, he understood all the weaknesses of Spades, and on the night of celebration, all evils were reduced to ashes.

If you want to act in this film, in terms of action, not only you have to hang wires and ziplines, but you have to do it yourself in the laser array, gun battles and all kinds of magical theft.

And the whole process is in English. It took him a while to understand the plot, and he didn't know if he could handle it.

Domestic films cost more than one billion yuan, but the money is spent on the actors, and there are very few screenwriters, special effects, post-production, and soundtracks.

But Bai Ping's film is obviously all focused on the film itself.

Director Bai's films are very popular, but as long as the scenes do not involve the safety of life, the actors must act in person, and perform every detail in place.

Directors like him are rare in this era.

Bai Ping's films take eight months to one year on average, and there is no cut-off in the middle, no staying away from the crew for too long, no abuse of substitutes and special effects, and the pay is not necessarily very high.

Domestic stars and idols are like puppets on a marquee, and they dare not be silent for a second.

Once it disappears from the public eye for too long, I am afraid that no one will care about it when it comes back.

In eight months, you can take on three or four variety shows, film two fast-food TV dramas, act in three or four bad movies and earn a fortune, and you can also accept countless endorsements and commercials.

Taking these eight months and the only popularity to gamble on the overnight success of a movie is something that many second- and third-tier actors cannot do.

They are not afraid that they will not have a good reputation, or that they will act in bad movies, but they are afraid that they will become leftovers from the past, and no one will remember who they are no matter how hard they perform in front of the screen.

But Qi Lin could afford to gamble.

It was a semi-open secret that he was born in the upper middle class of this circle, and he was born to be the darling of protection and resources.

No one dared to hold grudges behind his back for the dinner and entertainment he didn't want to go to.

As for the various unspoken rules and flattery, it is like the dirty air of parallel time and space, which he clearly understands but has never set foot in.

Fan Yun was holding a meeting with a group of small brokers below, when Qi Lin called.

Fan Yun waved his hand to signal his subordinates to be quiet for a while, then answered the phone and said, "How is it?"

"This book is so difficult. It took me two days to finish it." Qi Lin flipped through the script and said, "No wonder Director Bai has won so many awards... This film must be judged at home and abroad."

"Little ancestor, I'm in a meeting." Fan Yun said lazily, "If you can't make up your mind, just talk to your dad when you go home for dinner tonight."

Going home...for dinner?

Qi Lin froze for a moment, as if he remembered something: "Is there anything special today? Isn't my mother's birthday today?"

"No, she finally came home on vacation. It just so happened that your father came back to Shidu, and he went back before seven o'clock. I have asked my assistant to buy the flowers." He looked at the time: "I'm fine, hang up, see you."

Qi Lin jumped up from the stool in a jerk, hurriedly called his assistant, and took the script back home by car.

Director Wu finally went home for dinner, he could set off firecrackers to celebrate!

The big two and one small are busy people in this family. Qi is always the COO of the media group. He has received a lot of business at home and abroad, and the mileage on the plane is longer than the road traveled.

After Qi Lin's early debut, he either stayed in the company or in a foreign recording studio. The higher the popularity, the more announcements, and the programs of various satellite TVs took turns to familiarize himself.

However, the father and father were not as busy as Director Wu. Once, the elder and the younger ate takeaway in the house on New Year's Eve and waited for her to come back from overtime work-but they didn't come back.

Almost all doctors live in the hospital, and they have to be on call at any time regardless of holidays and working days. They cannot rest on the operating table for more than ten hours, and even sitting down is a luxury.

Thanks to Mr. Qi's care, the security measures in the Third Hospital are much tighter, and the frequency of medical troubles is several notches lower than other hospitals.

As soon as Qi Lin opened the door, he smelled the familiar and familiar aroma of lotus root soup.

The smell of chopped scallion is quite appetizing, the pig's trotters have been stewed, and the collagen makes the soup mixed with milk flavor.

"Mom—" he raised his voice, changed his shoes and rushed over, only to find Mr. Qi sitting in the dining room with a bowl in his hand, blowing on the soup and raising his eyebrows at him.

"Dad, save some for me!" Qi Lin looked towards the kitchen: "Mom, you are back, I miss you so much."

"Good boy," Director Wu finally didn't wear a white coat, and was cutting garlic neatly in an apron: "Go and fill a bowl by yourself, and make dumplings for dinner."

"I'll make it," Mr. Qi sipped the soup and said, "Put some chopped mushrooms in."

They sat together at the dining table, one scooped the stuffing and the other made dumplings, Qi Lin then made a few messy balls, rubbing the tip of his nose with flour all over his face.

General family chats are started by Ms. Wu.

She usually complains about a few beds of patients who secretly drank milk before the operation, or sighs that the nurses are becoming more and more delicate now.

Then it was Boss Qi's turn, but due to his wife's mood, she generally said that she hadn't smoked or drank much recently, and even her blood pressure had stabilized a lot.

Of course, Ms. Wu generally does not believe it.

When the daily chat between parents is almost done, it's time for Qi Lin to join in the fun.

"It's like this..." He cleared his throat and looked at his parents with amazing hands: "I want to audition for a movie, directed by Bai."

"The rum that Director Bai gave us last time was quite delicious." Wu Qiuyi casually handed the spoon for scooping up the stuffing to Qi Ding, and got up to peel the oranges for his son: "Go if you want."

Qi Lin wiped off the flour on the tip of his nose, carefully glanced at Mr. Qi, the temporary dumpling worker, and then at his mother: "I want to play... a thief."

Wu Qiuyi's eyes were slightly subtle: "Social youth?"

"Yeah... maybe ear studs are still needed." Qi Lin's voice became softer as he spoke: "...there are dirty words in the script."

Although they are all scolding in English... But what should be reported is still to be reported.

Ms. Wu has worked in the hospital for more than 20 years. She usually has no time to socialize online, and her thinking has always been relatively traditional.

She casually handed him the peeled orange, and said casually, "Can you return my son to me after the performance of the social youth?"

"Yes! I promise!" Qi Lin immediately said: "I won't wear those messy clothes after the performance! Burn them all!"

Mr. Qi glanced at his obsequious son, and went to the frying pan with the dumplings.

Olive oil and water let the crispy skin exude the aroma of wheat, and the rose vinegar is poured into a small bowl. The rich smell makes people want to dip it with chopsticks and taste it.

"Look at your prospects!" Mr. Qi stopped his son who was trying to taste the vinegar with chopsticks, and the latter hurriedly ran to the kitchen to help carry the dishes.

A few side dishes have been fried, all of which are stomach-friendly and simple seasonal vegetables.

Qi Ding drank a few cups before continuing to chat.

"How long will that play be?"

"Uncle Fan said...about eight to ten months." Qi Lin thought for a while and said, "A lot of publicity and variety shows will definitely be delayed."

"If you think it's worth it, just let go and do it." Qi Ding stroked his beard stubble, hesitantly said: "But..."

"But what?" Ms. Wu knocked on the plate: "Eat green vegetables!"

Qi Lin silently pulled his eyes away from the sauced pig's trotters.

"But Bai Ping's crew is not easy to get in." Qi Ding recalled: "Our company talked with him for a long time about the film a few years ago, but in the end the actors still didn't catch his eye, and he drank a lot of wine for nothing. gone."

"If you want to audition, I won't stop you." He took another sip of his wine, smacked his lips, and said, "But your father, I may not be able to help you."

"That script was really difficult." Qi Lin chewed vegetables like a goat, and continued unconfidently: "I don't even know if I'm suitable for this role, or if I hand over my resume, I'll be rejected. .”

Upon hearing this, Wu Qiu glanced at her husband who was concentrating on eating dumplings.

"Look...why are you looking at me?" Qi Ding was horrified by her look: "It's not like you don't know about your bad temper."

Wu Qiu held the bowl, glanced at him again and got up to pick up food for Qi Lin.

"Well, I happen to be going to New York tomorrow." Qi Ding simply put down the half-filled dumpling, looked at Qi Lin and said, "Lao Bai is talking over there, I'll take you to meet him for dinner, what do you want to ask Ask him directly."

Before Qi Lin could say anything, Qi Ding immediately turned his head to look at his wife, smiling exactly like Qi Lin: "Wife, do you think this is okay?"

Director Wu nodded and gave him a rewarding elbow.

"Speaking of which," she said slowly, "Xiao Qi is almost a sophomore in college, are you in love yet?"

The father and son, who were concentrating on eating dumplings, fell into a rigid state at the same time.

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"It's such a wife," Mr. Qi tried to help explain: "Xiao Qi's status is not suitable for dating."

Wu Qiu took a sip of lotus root soup, looked at him and said, "Say it again?"

"Isn't he an idol? You can't fall in love and get married casually like an idol star," Qi Ding bit the bullet and said, "I told you before, unless he has been stable for a long time and has enough Confidence is the best way to disclose your relationship, but before that, you must prevent sneak shots and follow-up shots at any time, and it is not convenient to contact anyone alone."

Qi Lin nodded obediently: "There is a security guard downstairs in my dormitory who is dressed as a paparazzi. I saw him carrying a small bamboo cannon."

"Little bamboo cannons? Is the security of your school so poor?" Ms. Wu looked vigilant: "What if it catches fire? There are so many students."

"No, no, Xiaozhupao is a medium-telephoto lens—don't go too far," Qi Ding coughed and said, "So the company has always told him to pay attention to his private life."

"Qi Ding," Wu Qiuyi said seriously, "Do you know how old your son is?"

"Ten—" Mr. Qi glanced at his son quickly, and the latter silently made a nine: "Nine. Nineteen."

"19 years old! People say that the 16-year-old rainy season, so young, don't fall in love, wait until seventy or eighty to feel youth?"

Qi Lin's expression was very subtle when he heard this, and he bowed his head to pick up the vegetables in embarrassment.

He felt that the cabbage seemed to be undercooked and a bit chewy.

"Listen to your mother, when you meet someone you like, go boldly and just pay attention to the measures - they are all living people, and they have the right not to mention whether it is a company or not," Wu Qiuyi said with a cold face: "The president and the head of state You can fall in love, why can't you be a child."

The reason seems to be such a reason.

Qi Ding rubbed his forehead, thinking that something really happened, he decided to use public relations to forget it, and looked at Qi Lin meaningfully.

The latter quickly shook his head as if swearing allegiance.

Wu Mowang came over with another look, Qi Ding shook his head, waved his hands and said: "Youth is youth, let him be youth."

Qi Lin watched the whole process like a melon-eating crowd, lowered his voice and said: "Mom, I heard that my father was very fierce before, how did you tame him?"

Just as Wu Qiuyi was about to say something, Qi Ding next to him coughed heavily: "I don't want to lose face!"

Early the next morning, the father and son flew abroad by plane.

Qi Lin and his father rarely appear in public, but occasionally they are photographed in the same frame - but it was at the company's annual meeting, and the seats were far enough apart.

Qi Lin's SPF company is one of the many industries of Qi Lin's Hongguang Media, just like the relationship between Fruit Fun and Pepsi.

Only on certain private occasions do they appear publicly as father and son.

Anyone who knows the truth knows what words can be spread outside, and what consequences will happen if those who should not be spread are discovered.

——It’s not that there is nothing to be said about this dignified blood relationship. Once many things become the topic of public dinner, all kinds of distortions and blackmails will also be heard.

Overexposure is never a good thing.

As soon as Qi Lin arrived abroad, he felt that the CET-[-] listening test had officially started.

Foreigners are not as articulate as in the listening test, and sometimes they have to try to understand the salesperson's strong accent mixed with slang when buying a glass of water.

When he followed his father through the hotel lobby to get on the elevator, he kept feeling that the scale in his heart was shaking.

On the left is the opportunity to audition for "The Gilded Key" and the countless possibilities of success in the audition, while on the right is the fear of one's own ability.

I'm going to screw it up.

Bai Ping had a dinner before, but just in the afternoon, a few close friends were invited to taste his new hand-rolled cigars.

Mr. Qi just happened to like this, and took his son there to meet other uncles and aunts by the way.

There was no sound when the printed carpet was stepped on. There were several people sitting in the presidential suite, and when they saw Mr. Qi, they just raised their hands to say hello.

Qi Lin was slightly surprised.

His father was in China, and almost everyone stood up to greet him at any reception he went to.

This can only show that... these people are at the same or even higher level than their father.

Bai Ping came back after closing the door and poured Qi Lin a cup of tea.

Qi Ding chatted with them with a smile, and saw his son sitting beside him a little restrained, and casually threw a roll of New York Times for his entertainment.

Qi Lin still habitually twitched his eyelids when he saw English on the screen, but he simply took it as an English reading question.

He is rarely used as a background board like this. It seems that any party in China will finally turn the focus to him.

Bai Ping is a thin and somewhat pale man.

He looks capable and refined, even with a Van Dyke-style beard, his image tends to be more of a gentleman.

There are some cedar wood chips attached to the top of the nanmu cigar box. Sitting opposite Qi Ding, he casually tore the cedar wood chips into strips and lit them to slowly roast the cigars.

They sipped brandy and let the smoke linger while chatting, the mellow aroma of nuts and honey accompanied by the smell of tobacco leaves.

Bai Ping squinted his eyes and smoked for a long time before he began to introduce other people who had already been seated here.

"This is Liu Hongjun from Junrui Technology." He played with the moon-white lighter in his hand, and said slowly: "The other three of you all know each other, so I won't talk about it."

Liu Hongjun noticed that Qi Lin was pinching the newspaper a little nervously, and said hello with a smile: "I also have a son, a little older than you."

"Liu Xi has just graduated from university. I heard that he doesn't plan to go back to Shidu?" Bai Ping said with a smile, "He has a very proud temper."

"I told him to take the CAT test and then ask me for other conditions." Liu Hongjun raised his eyebrows and said, "I sent him abroad, thinking that he could grind his temper—who knew he would be more foolish."

Qi Ding also half-closed his eyes to enjoy the cigar, and suddenly remembered something and said: "Old Bai, where is your family?"

Bai Ping waved his hand and said, "My son is not arrogant, but he is too serious in his work."

The people next to him laughed and said, "More serious than you making movies?"

"That's true. When he was twelve or thirteen years old, he acted in a drama, and he was able to act until he was talking in his sleep." Bai Ping said seriously, "My wife listened to the door in the middle of the night and was very happy. She is really a real mother."

Qi Lin pricked up his ears as soon as he heard the word drama, subconsciously thinking of Jiang Jue.

Why didn't I go to play a drama... It feels like all the bosses are going to do a drama.

No... I was playing the guitar when I was thirteen or fourteen years old, but I still love to learn the guitar.

Qi Ding didn't think about business until he had finished smoking half a cigar.

"My son—" he tapped Qi Lin on the head with another New York Times and said, "He wants to audition for your new film."

"I didn't want to bargain with you, it's not in business now."

Qi Lin recovered from the crossword puzzle, sat up straighter, and tried to calmly respond to other people's eyes.

"If you think there is something interesting and you can try it, then of course it's easy to say." Mr. Qi still didn't forget to find a step for his son at this time: "If the shape is not suitable, then forget it."

Bai Ping stared at the boy through the lingering smoke, and didn't speak for a while.

Qi Lin felt that he was sitting as stiff as a stone statue, and even the beating of the blood vessels in his fingertips was very clear at this moment.

"In my movie, there are only five Asian characters who can speak lines, and three are male." Bai Ping said slowly, "Son, which one do you want to try?"

"I like Loan very much." Qi Lin calmed down a little, looked at him and said, "I have a foundation in English, and I am flexible enough to do the splits, and I'm not afraid of hard work, and I'm willing to follow you to grind the role."

He spoke urgently and quickly in this call, and his expression became more and more sincere.

"My image in China has always been a well-behaved big boy, but I am usually more like Loan, with an unruly side and flexible enough."

"If you think I'm right, I'll never be lazy—you can take ballet."

"I really need to learn ballet." Bai Ping changed into a more relaxed posture, and looked at Qi's father who had completely closed his eyes and was addicted to cigars: "What do you think?"

"He's usually quite skinny." Father Qi was noncommittal.

You are really a dear father... Can't you just fan the flames and say something.

Bai Ping looked at Qi Lin for a while, and said, "Get up and take two steps."

Qi Lin was stunned for a few seconds, trying to walk around the room with model steps.

The aunt next to me couldn't help laughing.

In fact, Bai Ping originally wanted to give Jiang Jue this role.

When he was writing this script, every time he wrote about Loan, he was imagining the expression of his own son, as well as the appearance of being dull for a long time and bursting into bloom from time to time.

Although at the end of the script, Loan stabbed to death Alvaro who symbolized himself, at least the completion of the role was done very well.

It's a pity that the son finally came out of Wei Feng's crew and turned to his wife.

Although Bai Ping has 1 ideas in his heart to direct his son's play, he also eagerly wants to see his wife and son play a match between the monarch and his subjects.

He endured it for a long time, and finally gave up—anyway, there will still be opportunities in the future.

The position of the leading actor has always been undecided because... there are very few young actors who can meet his requirements.

The age should be 17-22 years old, and a little older is a completely mature man.

There must be a flexible body foundation, a typical Asian face, a tough and unruly temperament, and a sufficient foundation for acting lines.

The three fathers smoked a cigar together and observed his walking posture. The further Qi Lin walked, the more he felt that his face was burning hot.

"He doesn't look like he can act at all."

"I learned some basics in Shi Theater, less than a year." Mr. Qi glanced at his expression: "If it doesn't work, forget it."

"It's easy to say if you don't know how to act." Bai Ping nodded quite straightforwardly: "That's him."

He put the cigars on the shelf, propped his forehead and said slowly: "After signing the contract, you can't go back on your word."

Of course, if your father redeems him with a large amount of liquidated damages, I'm quite happy.

Qi Lin felt as if he was going to sign a contract of sale, but he felt a faint chill behind his back, and whispered: "The internal decision...will it be discussed by the industry?"

He felt that once the news got out, his public relations team would have to be busy for a long time—although it never took a break.

"Have you heard such a sentence that Thatcher said?" Bai Ping wiped his glasses leisurely.

His voice is rich and deep, and its timbre and tone are sometimes very similar to another person.

"If you try to please everyone, you're bound to get nothing done."

The author has something to say: Short story: In the autumn of 1924, Xu Zhimo, who had just completed the divorce procedures with his first wife Zhang Youyi in Berlin, Germany, returned to Shanghai.On the weekend, Mr. Tagore, the winner of the Nobel Prize for Literature, was invited to a private club.

Tagore was a loyal cigar drinker. When the two shared the smoke, Tagore asked Xu Zhimo: "Do you have a name for cigarin Chinese?" Xu Zhimo replied: "The burning of Cigar is as gray as snow. , Cigar’s tobacco rolls like a cigarette, so let’s call it a cigar!”

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△Actually, this is not considered the main attack or the main subject... The emphasis of the narrative has always followed the plot.

△When I was writing the previous V chapters two days ago, I thought that I just wrote about the great sorrow, let’s listen to it——

Then you can't get out =. =

I have never known why Les Misérables is called Great Sadness (Les in Les Misérables does not seem to mean big).

Why are some of the arias here so nice ah ah TAT