I really can't stand him crying [entertainment circle]

There were very few production crews that were off on the day of the Dragon Boat Festival, and the rent of the venue was tens of thousands a day. In addition to other fixed expenses, the production crew, no matter how rich and powerful, had to continue to work, and the extras also lost the opportunity to celebrate the festival.

Breakfast is fist-sized white rice dumplings dipped in sugar, and the mouth is full of sweet and glutinous taste.

Because Zong Ji left after eating rice dumplings at home, there was no seat left when Zong Ji got into the car. He and Liu Wang pulled an armrest to stand firm. Elbow position.

In addition to rice dumplings and colorful ropes, Liu Wang also hung a bunch of calamus bought from the general market at the door, sprinkled realgar water on the corners of the house, and tried his best to restore the appearance Zongji remembered.

Zong Ji observed the passengers in the same car, and the colorful ropes from the same wholesale market appeared on the wrists of different people.Although holidays are not allowed, the sense of ritual during the festival cannot be missed.

"Brother, are you still nervous?" Zong Ji whispered as there was some silence around him.

"No, how could I be nervous!" Liu Wang withdrew his gaze from the window and denied it, "I was just thinking about something else."

He didn't lie about the last sentence. Brother Cheng said that he would take him as the group leader when he came back from the Dragon Boat Festival, so today will be his last day as a group performer.

In order to draw a perfect end to his career as an actor, Liu Wang decided to take a challenge and meet that man again.

"Call me when the show is over. If you don't answer, you can go back first."

A good sentence made Liu Wang feel like he was dying, and Zong Ji saw from him the aura of going to die generously.

Zong Ji really wanted to tell Liu Wang that it would be fine to change the crew, he hesitated for a few seconds, and swallowed the words.

He is not the Xiaobai who came to the film and television city on the first day, and he already understands what Liu Wang said that Qi Chongyan, who "if you encounter him, try to stay away from him", represents in the entertainment industry.

Box office, word-of-mouth, traffic, and Qi Chongyan's production must be high-quality products.

As long as you are an actor, there is no one who does not want to be in Qi Chongyan's play.Even those actors who have been scolded bloody by him, when they mentioned him in the face of the media, they are still indescribably grateful.

"Okay, come on Brother Wang, you must be fine!" Since he couldn't say anything about changing the crew, Zong Ji clenched his fists to cheer Liu Wang up.

Liu Wang followed the rest of the crew. Unlike the other teams talking and laughing, they didn't even dare to breathe too hard.

Zong Ji and the others were taken to the corridor by the field manager, and the room with various props on the partition wall was their dressing room.

"We are radioing on the spot, remember not to talk nonsense later, just kneel, understand?"

The ones who can speak are the supporting actors who have lines, and it's not their turn to play tricks.Zong Ji pursed his lips, and skillfully put on the filial piety clothes.Pull out a piece of the white filial handkerchief and pinch it in your hand, wrap it around a few times and stuff it into the lower end, and the rest hangs behind you to your heels.

"It's too hot today, when will it be our turn?"

There was no wind in the corridor, and the filial piety clothes and headgear almost covered people's prickly heat.

"Then who knows, just wait!" The experienced utility man plugged the small fan into the power bank, found a place to sit down and played with the phone.

Zong Ji was also prepared for this. Liu Wang said that sometimes he might not have the chance to play after waiting for a day. He took out the earphones from his bag and put them on, memorizing the words silently in the corner.

This wait lasted for more than two hours. Near noon, they finally saw the shooting scene.

Passing through the winding corridors, the first thing you see is a black coffin with white flags floating around, which looks like a mourning hall.Knowing that it was filming, Zong Ji still quietly bowed to the coffin.

A few straw futons were placed next to the coffin. Zong Ji's identity was the grandchild of the deceased, and his futon was at the back, the place farthest from the coffin and near the door.

Seeing that they were ready, the scene manager hurried to the director: "Director, everything has been explained."

The weather forecast shows that there will be rain today, the sun will not penetrate the clouds, and the air will be humid and gloomy.The hot wind blows, the white flag fluctuates irregularly, and the falling tassel-like tail stretches its teeth and claws.

The woman in white who sat on the chair next to the coffin covered her face with a handkerchief, crying from her throat, which was inaudible when the wind blew.

wrong.Zong Ji, who was kneeling on the futon, frowned, that's not how he cried.

"Card!"

As soon as the idea came up, the director stopped it with a loudspeaker, and the wind seemed to be a little stronger.

"The cry is too low, start over!"

The humming turned into whimpering, the volume was enough, but intermittent, it sounded disturbing like noise.

Still not right, the director called the card again, and the shooting was temporarily interrupted.Zong Ji and the others stayed where they were, and the people next to him tucked their knees and sat on the futon. Seeing that Zong Ji was kneeling with his head bowed, he reached out and patted him on the shoulder: "No need to pat him, no need to kneel."

"Thank you." Zong Ji raised his head and knelt on his heels, his loose filial gown covering the futon. The woman who was crying just now was called by the director to the monitor to talk about the scene.

In fact, it was not about a play, the woman had no other lines other than crying, and she never showed her face. The director told her to go over and just explained in detail how to cry.

After speaking, the woman sat back on the chair, covered her face and whimpered again.

Still not right, Zong Ji sighed in his heart, and the sadness that had been brewing dissipated like smoke.

The wind was stronger, and the white flag seemed to break free and fly into the sky, and the humidity in the air became heavier, and the sweat seeped into the handkerchief on the forehead, making people secretly curse the weather.

"Go and find someone who can cry again!" The director couldn't help being anxious, and if he dragged it on, the scene would not be able to be filmed when it rained, it was all money.

But at this moment, where can I find someone who can cry.The assistant director hesitated to speak, but he didn't dare to persuade the director to make do and finish the filming.

Soon the news that the director wanted to find the crying spirit reached Zong Ji's ears. He rubbed his knees and stood up. The people next to him thought he was going to the toilet, so they also got up: "Wait a minute, I'll be with you."

He didn't say what to do together, so Zong Ji lost his mind: "Are you also crying? Then you go, I won't go."

"What crying spirit? Don't you want to go to the bathroom?" The bystanders were stunned for a moment, "You know how to cry?"

He was so surprised that he couldn't control his voice, and the people around him looked over at once.It was the first time that Zong Ji was watched by so many people, and his face became hot from nervousness.

"You know how to cry? Who are you kidding? You've been telling lies since you were young. If you could cry, I could be the heroine!"

The woman's voice was sharp. She was probably the last person in the audience who didn't want the director to find the weeping spirit. It was going to rain soon. If she couldn't find anyone, the director would definitely compromise.

She used this method to get away with a lot of tricks, no matter what the group leader asked, she would answer first, whether it will be said at a later time.

"I really will."

Zong Ji's eyes were firm, and when he looked at her like this, the woman felt flustered, and no matter how much she spoke, she felt stern and inwardly: "You can do it if you say so, it's a woman's job to cry, you still have to be ashamed! "

It's all filming, and it has nothing to do with being shameless. Women are completely messing around.

"You know how to cry?" The director came over at some point, and the woman fell silent for a moment.

"My grandma is the best cryer in our village."

The director's eyes were deep, as if he wanted to look into Zong Ji's heart.Zong Ji met his gaze without hesitation, and after a few breaths, the director turned around: "Take him to change clothes, and remove the futon."

Um?Why don't you let him cry?

In fact, Zong Ji had never cried for his spirit.

The woman gave Zong Ji a hard look in a direction that the director couldn't see, she wanted to see how he could cry!

Zong Ji wore women's clothes and sat in the chair. He had long legs. After sitting down, he bent his waist slightly and covered his face with a handkerchief. The wide handkerchief not only covered his face, but also covered his too young hands. And cover it, the sense of disobedience disappears instantly.

everything's ready.

The desolate cries and the sound of the wind lingered throughout the filming set, endlessly, making one's nose sore. The softest part of the heart seemed to be held tightly by an old hand and kneaded repeatedly. Before he could react, the tears flowed I was forced out of the corner of my eye.

Someone raised his hand to wipe away tears that were worse than sweat, and looked around, okay, they all became red-eyed rabbits.

Crying spirits actually have words, and Zong Ji heard most about crying seven levels, but those vernacular words are obviously not suitable here.The hand covering the white handkerchief kept trembling, and the director who noticed this scene asked the cameraman to pull in the camera for a close-up.

Characters with lines entered the scene, the mourning hall was disrupted as written in the script, and those who cried red-eyed were shocked to realize that they were filming, instead of returning to the day when their loved ones died.

"Pass!"

Finally hearing the word of anticipation, everyone at the scene breathed a sigh of relief.Zong Ji waited for a while before he put down his handkerchief and raised his head. His wet eyelashes were clustered and drooped slightly after being stained with water. The corners of his eyes were bright red like high-quality rouge, and his nose was also red.

As soon as he raised his eyes, he revealed several different amorous feelings.

Zong Ji folded his handkerchief in half, and the fluffy handkerchief was soaked with tears. After twisting it twice, it dripped water droplets all over the floor.

It's raining.

Bean-sized raindrops hit the ground crackling, and the set was suddenly in chaos. Zong Ji rushed into the rain to help rescue equipment that could not get wet. The fabric of the T-shirt was stuck to his body, revealing the outline of bones.

Not as thin as the equipment he was carrying.

"Let me go quickly." Worried about breaking his bones, the group leader Sun Gui hurried over to help him, the equipment was heavier than he thought, and his arms were bulging, "Your boy is quite strong. "

Zong Ji was praised by him, and his movements became more and more rapid. After the equipment was rescued, the water from the eaves was pouring, and the rainstorm would not stop for a while.

Sun Gui is nearly forty years old, and has worked in the film and television city for more than ten years. He has met thousands of people. Although there are few people like Zong Ji, it is not uncommon to meet them.

It's a pity that in this world, it's too difficult to get ahead.