Son of the Bone

They took off their make-up and changed their clothes, went back to drink a celebration wine together, and went back to the dormitory in twos and threes.

Qi Lin knew that something might happen to Jiang Jue if he drank a few sips, so the banquet kept blocking him deliberately.

Everyone didn't have the nerve to persuade them, after all, it was all thanks to the help of these two that they were able to hold on to the whole process without collapsing today.

It wasn't until after returning to the dormitory that Qi Lin took Jiang Jue to do the hydrating repair and facial mask again.

If it was another school, the boys would be ridiculed by their roommates if they put on a mask, so it is estimated that all the bad words like sissy would be pulled up.

But in a business that relies on faces to make a living, even a pimple on the face may miss a film appointment. Those who learn to act basically have to learn everything from face protection, thrush eyebrows to concealer and contouring.

If you don't pay attention to it, you can't even remove eye makeup, and your rotten face and inflammation are enough.

Jiang Jue was not used to this before, and his roles in the Shidu Grand Theater were all light makeup.But classmate Xiao Qi applies ex-boyfriend today and Sekkisei black tomorrow, and basically opens a box and gives him a box.

Over time, chatting with a mask on has become one of the daily ways to relax.

Qi Lin held up his mobile phone, looked at the trending searches on Weibo, and slowly flipped through the evaluations of the people who eat melons.

At that time, there were quite a few of his fans in the theater, and the girl Chen Lu leaked the word quietly, so many people knew that Qi Lin was going to perform in public before the show started.

Judging from the videos circulated on Weibo, it can be seen that someone really recorded the whole process in a good location. Not only has the entire platform been transcoded and uploaded, but a bunch of marketing accounts have started to take advantage of this matter to have different opinions and try to get some traffic.

"Listen to this one," he adjusted his posture, slumped on the bed and read, "'Others have performed pretty well, but the role of Qi Lin is really vulgar and noisy, so he just knows how to interject, he has no quality at all! I want to hit him when I hear him talk!"

Jiang Jue put down the book on the upper bunk and blinked.

"And this one." Qi Lin stroked the edge of the mask casually, and continued to read: "'Isn't Bai Pilin very rich to sleep with the gold master every day? What kind of rubbish is he wearing on stage? Taobao search 21 Free postage is also included—the ones he usually wears are all borrowed!””

Jiang Jue couldn't hold back, the mask of his smile was wrinkled.

"There's more!" Qi Lin turned to another one, and said in a drawn out voice, "'Qi Lin looked like a rogue second generation ancestor at first glance, and he shook his legs even if he was sitting or not. People fans, a bunch of elementary school chickens!""

"Tell me, are they complimenting me?" He sat up straighter, and heard the faint laughter from the upper bunk, "Why do I think this is a compliment on my professional ability?"

"Yes." Jiang Jue pressed the mask with both hands, and said with a suppressed smile, "The compliment is very accurate, and they are quite discerning."

As soon as the final exam is over, they will go to Qianyang Film and Television City one after another.

In this line of work, if you are determined to climb up, there is no such thing as a holiday.

In order to gain familiarity, some actors are desperate to make plays and rush around for announcements. They take on several long-form TV dramas a year, and their sleep time has long since become fragmented. It is a luxury to be able to sleep for six or seven hours without being disturbed.

Even if they are not adults, children and teenagers in this industry also have no choice, not to mention winter and summer vacations.

A one-month break is tantamount to rejecting several film contracts and countless opportunities that may suddenly become popular.

Everyone wants to stand out, everyone wants to become famous overnight, but there are thousands and tens of thousands of scripts out there, and it is more difficult to pick the right script by chance than a lottery - once you pick it, you have to join the crew once, and the filming does not matter Day and night, meeting a director with a bad temper is even more difficult.

However, the director did not go anywhere easily.

There are investors on the top, and many funders are stretching out their hands to pay back. If you don't have money directly at your waist, it is very likely that people will stuff all kinds of cats and dogs in during the filming.

The script is not respected, and the success of the film depends on luck—even if everyone is finished, and the sponsor's father temporarily pulls a model to add to her scene, he still has to pay for his smile.

Jiang Fal has been staying in Qianyang Film and Television City for three years on and off.

He built a Bailuan city here, and spent a lot of effort for the movie "Dragon Blood Seal".

Looking at Bailuan City, it is a character-shaped palace city with brackets and flying eaves. It not only reveals a simple and exquisite taste, but also occupies a considerable area.

Going inside, [-]% of the area that should have stood different palaces has been subdivided into streets and alleys, Hongqiao Goulan, and the conch-shaped "Longzhuzhitai" jointly created by the art team.

When shooting the scene of Kiss of the Dragon, there will be hundreds of silver candles lit up in the long night, and countless people dressed up by the choir will kneel and sing ancient songs under the stage, everything is like a dream.

Zhuqian was originally a small city on the [-]th line, and the land price was so cheap that it was almost free.

The circle of directors of the third and fourth generations have successively built European-style palace sets and several garden houses here in order to make films. The government had an idea and started to develop the tourism industry, and jointly promoted the project with these art masters to encourage more The director came here to shoot the scene.

More and more studios have been set up in the area one after another, and the film and television city has expanded from the original two areas to four areas—by the time "Dragon Blood Seal" is finished filming, there will probably be five areas.

Jiang Sun is building the royal garden with suspended corridors, and Bai Ping is also building a house here.

But what he built was a villa shell, relatively speaking, it was much easier.

In a film like "The Gilded Key", the core plot is how to infiltrate the rich man's villa to steal things. The real scene that is actually shot is only the interior of the house.

The fountains outside the house, the hedge maze, and the lions and leopards in the town house can all be synthesized in the later stage. The cost is much lower than that of real objects, and they can be adjusted and modified at any time before rendering.

But villas cannot just borrow a house and start shooting.

The house itself should be like building blocks, the walls and floors can be moved and transformed.

It is impossible for such a large photography team to stick to the wall like a gecko. The actors seem to be sitting by the fireplace and muttering to themselves, but in fact, the lighting, sound, photographer and photographer are all busy not far away.

The wall that the audience thinks is actually the entire shooting group behind the camera, and the wall naturally does not exist.

The set is like a cross-section of a cake—

It is really unrealistic to take half of a villa saw and take a cross-section. It is better to build a ready-made one for convenience.

Sometimes Jiang Sun would go to the crew next door to find Bai Ping to smoke a cigarette after finishing work on his own garden scene, and occasionally he would sigh while smoking.

I have spent so much money, I don't know if the movie will be a hit in the end, if it doesn't work, I will just live here in the future, it's good like being a local emperor.

Bai Pingjian used these for less than a year, and spent much less money than himself - he still knows how to live.

Qi Lin packed his luggage early and came to report half a month earlier than Jiang Jue.

All the sets will be completed in one month. According to the timetable in the email, he will stay from July to the start of school in March next year, but the production team will actually start up in September.

The first two months were used to hone his skills, and the martial arts and magic teachers were all in place.

Loan is a burglar with a lot of vibes—it's a small job to untie the necklace along the wallet, and you need to be quick with your hands and eyes, and you have to be smarter than ordinary people.

Qi Lin got off the plane, and the first week he got off, he felt that all his bones were about to break.

The moves designed for him by the martial arts coach are all authentic free fighting. He spends at least eight hours in the practice room every day. The air conditioner is fully turned on and people are soaked in sweat. The energy drinks and energy bars are consumed quickly. Xiaoji had to go to the supermarket to directly Wholesale several boxes over.

It's a lot harder than dancing front row at a concert.

After practicing dance for a long time, many movements are shuffled combinations, and there are always familiar movements that can evoke body memory.

But he has never learned fighting before, and with the pre-diet and weight loss, his body can't bear too many bursts of strength at this moment.

"Lift your crotch!" Coach Peng shouted, "Hands are tense! Hit me!"

"Strength!"

There was a muffled sound of body collisions, followed by another bell-like roar: "Again! Turn around! Punch!"

Sitting next to Xiaoji, everyone was terrified.

These fights are all real fights, one moment locks the throat and the other throws the back... Can't you find a martial artist?

In the past, Qi Lin followed the gentle idol route, but now he has lifted the breath of male hormones to the limit.

His eyes are constantly changing as he swings and dodges again and again——

Vigor and stubbornness are gradually sharpened like jade in a stone, and tenacity and ruthlessness are gradually emerging.

After the first week, Bai Ping came here twice.

Every time I just looked at the window or the door for a while, asked a few simple questions, and left directly.

There was no encouragement or comfort, nor any praise.

As an assistant, Xiaoji is not ashamed to talk to such a big-name director, but he also feels a little disgusted.

I don’t feel bad if the co-author is not my own child—Brother Qi is sandbagged every day, his legs and arms are covered with bruises, his back is covered with plaster, and he doesn’t even say a good word!

If he really wanted to throw Director Bai's child here, would he be ruthless?

——Actually, if Jiang Jue came, it was not his turn to speak in vain, he would only be more cruel to himself.

In school, Qi Lin has always been far ahead in the body class.

He has been dancing since elementary school, and his limbs have been very flexible. Now he just changes the way of exerting force, soaking in the exercise room from morning to night.

At the beginning of class, I was frequently scolded by Coach Pang.

"Come on! Call up!"

"Can you use your legs! Kick this way! Lift your hips!"

The sound of hitting and colliding was like an invisible beat. He let the sweat flow down the corners of his cheeks and eyes, gritted his teeth and continued to hit.

If he doesn't complete all the training in two months, he will be sorry to everyone, let alone himself.

Can't beg for mercy, and will never admit defeat.

It wasn't until Wednesday of the second week that Bai Ping appeared again.

Qi Lin received a text message and learned that he didn't have to go to the practice room during the day, and Director Bai was waiting for him in the hotel lobby.

He was stunned for a moment, quickly tidied himself up, and hurried downstairs.

As a great director who has won gold awards at home and abroad, Bai Ping's schedule has been scheduled until next year, even in the crew, he still has a lot of things to do.

He was waiting for him downstairs, which was already very sincere.

Qi Lin hurried over and saw that Bai Ping was answering emails with a notebook, and the two assistants next to him were holding documents and answering from time to time.

"Xiao Lin is here." Bai Ping looked up at him and waved his hand.

"Director Bai." Qi Lin sat beside him with a somewhat reserved expression.

"How is the character thinking?" Bai Ping said casually, then suddenly stopped what he was doing, looked at him and said, "Open your mouth, I'll take a look."

-2-

This is a rather odd request.

Qi Lin opened his mouth and let him look at his gums and gums.

"Why are your teeth so white?" Bai Ping frowned and said, "I heard Mr. Qi say that you have been a singer before and only started making movies this year—have you ever had porcelain teeth?"

Qi Lin shook his head, with a puzzled look on his face: "Do you want me to do it?"

It's easy to talk about other things, but this...he is not willing.

"Don't do it." Bai Ping said seriously: "It's best never to do it."

People's blind pursuit of whiteness has long since reached a pathological level.

Human teeth are naturally slightly yellowed.

The surface of the tooth is covered with a layer of enamel, which is translucent, and the higher the degree of calcification of the enamel, the more pale yellow the dentin appears.

In other words, yellow teeth represent healthy gums and periodontals, while white or milky whites are pathological.

The problem is that celebrities have to accept countless interviews and are destined to live under various exposure lights.

If they don't behave like those big white teeth in the advertisement, they will be ridiculed and questioned.

In this case, porcelain teeth came into being.

Porcelain teeth were originally used to serve patients with severely damaged teeth, but now they have become a common fashion among celebrities.

——What if the teeth are not damaged?Then directly manual grinding to the extent of damage.

Many celebrities with bright white teeth in front of the camera have actually worn out their teeth voluntarily or involuntarily.

Regardless of the front teeth and the back teeth, one-third of all the teeth must be polished by the machine, and then put on porcelain braces.

But for those who have suffered this kind of crime, the remaining abutment teeth will continue to be inflamed or even necrotic within ten years.

After taking off the braces, the teeth are thin and small like monsters, and their gums will also turn gray, which is particularly sick against the white teeth.

"Your teeth are still too white." Bai Ping looked at his exposed teeth, frowned and said, "You want to play a person who grew up stealing in the street, he can't have such teeth."

"I'm going to stop teeth cleaning and whitening." Qi Lin cooperated, "Where's the hair?"

"Hair is fine." Bai Ping looked him up and down, got up and handed the computer to the assistant: "Let's go, I'll take you somewhere."

They drove out of the film and television city and stopped on a noisy and dirty street.

A bodyguard who looked like a strong man followed beside him, watching the flow of people vigilantly.

Bai Ping seldom comes to such a place.

The buildings are low and dilapidated, the paint on the walls has peeled off piece by piece, and people speak a thick dialect, which sounds broken and unclear.

The signboards of big and small shops have long been faded by the wind and rain, and plastic bags and other garbage are scattered on the street, which is so messy that people don't want to go forward.

A few bastards who came out of the Internet cafe were squatting in the distance and smoking, with a few cigarette butts scattered on the ground.

"You are too clean." Bai Ping stood beside Qi Lin: "Forget everything Qi Lin has since birth."

"Loan grew up in that environment."

His father died in an accident, and his mother was a gambler, and he made a living by picking up people's leftovers in the streets and alleys.

Loan is an Asian living in a slum in a foreign country. He has grown up in the midst of fighting and theft. He has not received formal education, but he has become an excellent habitual thief with his natural understanding and has never missed a hand.

The main line of the script is that he stole the wallet of Alvaro, the main leader of the spades. When he was hunted down, he was unexpectedly favored because of his outstanding ability, and became a new member of the spades.

But in the dark, he was spotted and recruited by the old criminal police at the age of 17, and helped the police solve many seemingly clueless cases.

As a criminal policeman, he kept going back and found Alvaro, the murderer who killed his father.

From the moment leader A's wallet was stolen, everything was a carefully arranged game.

Bai Ping started to walk forward, taking Qi Lin to experience everything at the bottom of society.

Their food, the poor-quality cigarettes they smoke, and the foul air in internet cafes and eateries.

"There are three Loan identities."

"He's a kid who grew up in the slums, used to sin and filth like he breathes."

Bai Ping's voice is not too fast, but it guides Qi Lin into the role continuously.

"When he was rescued by the old criminal policeman, it took him a long time to get used to neat clothes and an orderly environment, but he also lost himself for a while."

Qi Lin subconsciously said: "But after he enters Spade, he will play the role of the gardener appointed by Spade, erase his old habits, and become dirtier again."

Qi Lin settled down, and said uncertainly, "Director Bai."

"Huh?" Bai Ping observed the tiles on the low house, and said casually, "Any thoughts?"

"I think... we need to design a place for him to be alone."

There must be enough acceptance and tolerance in this place, no matter evil or good, no matter poor or rich, everyone can sit in it.

Only when sitting here alone, Loan will find a moment of peace, will not be confused by his multiple identities, and will not be troubled by countless emotions and interrogations.

"...For example, the church." Qi Lin kept thinking: "When he stared at the statue and the murals on the dome, he was changing and reconciling roles in his heart."

Similarly, he can also use this to get away, or to pretend.

The existence of the church can become a transit point for issues and conflicts.

"Very good," Bai Ping laughed, "You're starting to get better."

"There are still two months left, you have to keep refining this character." He turned to look at Qi Lin, with a familiar gentle look on his face: "From movements to demeanor, you need to design more details that fit the character."

"I'm looking forward to your change."

After Qi Lin was sent back to the hotel by him, he sat alone and thought for a long time.

Bai Ping didn't seem to say anything in-depth, but he was like a tortoise with a fish's tail, involuntarily wanting to swim.

What did Director Bai say?

I...too clean?

He looked at his hands, the skin was fair and smooth, and the hairs were kept trimmed.

And the clothes - everything was ironed and not too wrinkled.

Even the criminal police who have been re-educated and guided have never lived such a pampered life.

He is... still too much like a son-in-law now.

Qi Lin rubbed his face, thinking that he had to let go of many things and return to the most primitive state.

Every time it came to this time, he regretted that he didn't go to the part where he learned the gorilla in the acting class.

Only when you put down a lot of self-esteem and dignity as a human being, and grab food and fight like an animal, some feelings will be extraordinarily real.

He walked out of the room and knocked on the door of his assistant Xiaoji.

Xiaoji was picking up a lunch box, and there were messy materials and scripts piled up beside the table.

Many things in the company are waiting for his connection and feedback, and there is actually not much time for dinner.

"Brother Qi? Is there something wrong?" Xiao Ji just couldn't get used to the lunch brought by the crew's cook, so he put the lunch box aside in a daze, ready to help Qi Lin with something.

Qi Lin stared at the bowl of lunch, and suddenly thought of something.

He never ate anyone's leftover meal.

No matter at home, in the company, or at school, he has never been exposed to overnight meals, nor has he ever eaten anything with other people's saliva on it.

As Qi Ding's son, he has never drifted north, even if he can't afford a house, he has to spend money to rent it, and when he can't afford meat, he can only eat steamed buns to satisfy his hunger, all of which he knows from TV dramas and other channels.

His natural upbringing and family background made him virtually inaccessible to many things - such as poverty.

Qi Lin slowly approached the discarded lunch box, and picked up the chopsticks casually.

"Brother Qi! Brother Qi's food is not good!" Xiaoji panicked instantly: "How hungry are you? Eat what I left - I'll take you to a restaurant!"

"Stand there." Qi Lin said briefly.

Xiaoji got stuck there half way through a brisk walk, with a very tormented expression on his face: "Don't touch me, Mr. Qi will whip me if he finds out, the big-eared kind, really."

"He won't know." Qi Lin took a deep breath, and began to lower his head to eat the half-picked lunch.

The taste is very strange.

The cauldron is full of vegetable oil and salt, and even the shredded carrots are emitting oil. Whether it's dry rice or vegetables that can't be chewed, they all look cheap.

Qi Lin used to dislike the dishes in the cafeteria, thinking that the ingredients were really bad, but it wasn't until he started eating these things that he really began to understand something.

Every time he took a bite of someone else's leftovers, he felt that he was letting go of his self-esteem and pride.

Xiaoji was in a hurry, he didn't understand what stimulated him, and he didn't dare to disobey him, so he lowered his voice and said: "Brother Qi, if you are unhappy, we will stop acting, or I will call Dr. Zhai to you Guide and guide?"

Qi Lin was cut off from his role by his call, glanced at him and said, "Don't ask too many questions. Calm down, what should you do?"

"Are you...really okay? Anyway, you come here however you like, Mr. Qi also told you not to leave at any time if you don't want to act, and he will take care of things." Xiaoji nodded obediently, and said cautiously: "Tell me if you feel uncomfortable. ah."

"Yeah." Qi Lin said reassuringly, "I'll start raising your salary this month."

Xiaoji almost couldn't hold back his laughter, and nodded quickly: "Then I won't bother...Brother Qi, take it easy."

Rich people are making some weird mistakes.

Qi Lin finished the box of lunch without saying a word.

He even started to gnaw on the gnawed bones, trying to eat the leftover meat with nausea.

The previous education and social concepts made him feel particularly conflicted, but more emotions continued to become more real.

Every bite, every nausea, made him see more and more pictures.

How did Loan pick up the cigarette butts on the ground and smoke, showing a look of enjoyment.

How did Loan blend in with the crowd, indifferent to other people's expressions of disgust and wariness.

That young man who grew up alone in the sin and dust was once humble to the bone.

Sometimes people...it turns out that they can really live like a dog.

The author has something to say:

I ate a melon in the Douban goose group yesterday, but I am not sure about its authenticity.

"[My friend went to Wong Kar Wai's company for an internship]

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A friend who studied film went to Wong Kar-wai's company for an internship, and found out that he had to do the job that the company least wanted to do-pitch scripts in front of Wong Kar-wai every morning, and was scolded by him every day: "The audience is sick?! Why do you want to watch it? This kind of movie?!"

I heard him say that sometimes he scolds with sunglasses on, it looks even more fierce!My friend speaks scripts every day, and his voice trembles

Director Wang also likes to interrupt him very much, his mantra is "then what" "then what?" "so what", the tone is very impatient

Forced my friend to go home and download "2046".Then curse into the air, and then what?And then what?

Killing me"