"Dalun, good!" In excitement, Li Yang gave Wang Dalun a thumbs up and gave a thumbs up!

In contrast, Wang Dalun was quite calm. He was even surprised by Li Yang's reaction. This role was not difficult for him. In fact, stripping off the cloak of the murderers of Song Jinming and Tang Chaoyang, they were ordinary migrant workers. Every time they succeeded in committing the crime, the first thing they did was to send money to their homes. They always had inexplicable envy and awe for the people in the city.

There is a scene in the script where the two of them wandered around the street, blocking their car, and being scolded by the car driver. They just silently flashed to one side of the road and shrank their heads lower.

These are almost exactly the same as his previous life. He dreamed that he could buy a house in the city to build a home in the future, so that his children would become urbanites.

So when he first saw the script, he was surprised. It was not until Li Yang told him that the original author of the script, Mr. Liu Qingbang, was also a farmer and had dug coal in a small coal mine. He was relieved. That's right. Only by personally experiencing it can he write such a detailed plot. It's like why Mo Yan could write "Red Sorghum" because he grew up on the land of Red Sorghum.

"Everyone, prepare for the next one." Li Yang shouted loudly.

It was almost noon, and it was the time when the crowds were the most crowded in the railway station square. The crew had made careful preparations before and had to seize the time to finish the camera.

The shooting location was transferred to a small restaurant next to the station square. The boss was still recruiting business at the door. The boss changed to a temporary guest makeup artist. The girl who was found from a local art school played a guest appearance as a waiter. The sign hanging on the wall of the restaurant contained eye-catching advertisements, selling authentic mutton noodles, health mutton soup, sesame cakes and a variety of side dishes.

Wang Dalun and Wang Shuangbao sat at the door facing the table in the square. Wang Shuangbao took out his pocket and found a half-wrinkled bag of locally produced cheap cigarettes and handed them to Wang Dalun.

Wang Dalun lit and took a sip. He immediately felt the smell of inferior tobacco reaching his throat, choking him for a cough.

"Ahem... I said Brother Bao, you really smoke this kind of cigarette!"

In order to match their identity as migrant workers, their cigarettes are the cheapest cigarettes produced locally. Wang Dalun has long been accustomed to them and replaced the cigarettes inside with Sanwu, which he usually smokes. This is like filming a period drama. The cigarettes without filters that the protagonists in the play often pinch the filters.

He didn't expect that Wang Shuangbao was actually authentic, and he looked pretty!

"Oh, don't mean it, I forgot this." Wang Shuangbao hurriedly greeted.

"It's okay, it's okay, I really can't get used to this."

Wang Dalun sighed. It turns out that it is easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but it is difficult to go from extravagance to frugality. He smoked even the worst cigarettes in his previous life, but now his throat can no longer stand the smoke from burning such inferior tobacco.

"Smoke me." Wang Dalun took out the cigarette case of the same brand and took out the three or five inside.

Wang Shuangbao saw the words "5" printed on the cigarette and waved his hand and said, "Thank you, this is too fierce, I am still used to national cigarettes."

As he said that, he patted the cigarette box on the table, and smiled shyly, "I am an old cigarette gun, so I'm not very particular. I've smoked it before, but this one."

Brother Bao's simplicity made him feel embarrassed, so he had to laugh dryly. Fortunately, Li Yang poked his head out at the door and shouted: "Dalun, Brother Bao, are you ready?"

"alright!"

"Okay, all units are ready, action!"

With the scene record, Wang Shuangbao leaned on the table with his hands in his arms, arched his back, shrank his neck in, held the cigarette in his hand, lowered his head and whispered, and instantly became a farmer and a farmer.

Wang Dalun leaned on the table with one hand, spread his long legs, leaned his body to the side, and shouted to the waiter inside: "Hey, girl, order food!"

The art school student who played the guest waiter was wearing a rustic blue work clothes, wearing a white meal list, holding a small book and pen to order food, speaking in the local dialect, and said, "Two, what do you want?"

"Two bowls of noodles, four taels of wine!"

"Two bowls of noodles, four taels of wine..." The art school student repeated it in local dialect while writing it on the paper.

Seeing that the little girl was pretty, Wang Shuangbao stood up slightly and looked up restlessly.

"What are your characteristics?" Wang Dalun asked.

"Health care mutton soup, hot pot mutton belly." The art school student pointed to the sign on the wall and introduced.

The two turned their heads and looked at the wall. Wang Dalun said to Wang Shuangbao: "Come on a bowl of mutton soup?"

"Am early!"

As he said that, Wang Shuangbao looked back and looked at the little girl, asking, "Do you have any health care pheasant soup here?"

Wang Dalun heard that Wang Shuangbao was having a bad stomach, so he stared at the little girl's lips to see how she answered. The little girl was thin and had a thin neck. She seemed to be a yellow-haired girl who had just been hired from the countryside. She had not opened her crotch or had not passed through a big battle.

It is precisely this kind of raw meat that makes it interesting to use. Once a woman has soft meat, it no longer has the smell of chili chicken, but the smell of broiler chicken that uses chemical feed to grow. The little girl's beautiful lips moved and said she didn't know if there is any health pheasant soup.

"You have health mutton soup in your restaurant, so don't have health pheasant soup? The cost of pheasant soup is not high, and it's much faster than selling mutton soup." Wang Shuangbao said with a wretched look on his face.?

The little girl said, she went to ask the boss lady, turned around and went inside.?

Wang Dalun kicked Wang Shuangbao's leg under the table: "Damn it, don't think of good things. If you want to get things done, you may not be able to say 500 yuan."

Wang Shuangbao smiled lustfully and said, "I'll do it for a thousand dollars!"?

The boss lady who played the guest role of the makeup artist came out of the inner room. The makeup artist was a young woman in her thirties. The young woman had a lot of soft flesh in front of her and behind her, much inferior to the little girl.

The makeup artist smiled like an old driver and said, "The two brothers are really good at joking. Are you still worried that you won't be able to drink pheasant soup after drinking enough mutton soup?"

As he said that, he put his lips with bright red lipstick into the shampooing house next to him, and said that there was something in it. No one cared about how long he wanted to drink it.

Wang Shuangbao saw that the makeup artist was not a good guy, and looked embarrassed. He no longer mentioned the pheasant soup. He added another portion of mutton crumbs before he could finish it.?

They noticed as the boss's wife turned her mouth. On the left side of the small restaurant was a photo room with black painted curtains hanging. A man and a woman blocked the door to sell tickets and charge money. One was put in four yuan, and the time was not limited. A black stereo sound box stood at the door to spread the sound on the video tape simultaneously as a attraction. Most of the sounds coming from the speakers were women's voices. They seemed to be blocked by something, and their pronunciation was not clear at all.

On the right is the facade of a small house with hair salon and hair and feet. There are two lines of red letters written on the large glass window on the facade: "Low-price consumption, in-house service." They have been to such a small house. Although the storefront is not big, the world inside is very deep. They often have to turn around, enter the side door and the left road, and sometimes they have to go upstairs and downstairs. When they arrive at the single room, the lady turns out and wash and soak one-on-one. Of course, they wash the second head and soak the third foot.

The wine and mutton crumbs came first. Maybe the boss lady told the girl that the girl didn't have a good face when she brought the wine and food to the table. She turned around and left.

Wang Shuangbao turned his head and stared at the girl's butt, looking reluctant to leave.

Wang Dalun picked up the cup and took a sip of wine. It was actually boiled water. He glanced at the eye-catching advertisement on the sign and complained: "If you stew mutton, just stew mutton, and you will also have health care mutton soup!"

Wang Shuangbao turned around, whispered a cigarette, and said, "I'm lying to you. Now everything is fake except the child."

Wang Dalun retorted: "Not the kids must be real."

At this time, the TV next to him was playing the trial news of Yuanhua's smuggling case. Wang Dalun's eyes were attracted. When he heard the female host on the TV introduce the amount of corruption by a corrupt official, he was surprised and said: "Yeah, be good! This guy has corruption of millions!"

Wang Shuangbao's seat was facing the TV. He blew a cigarette butt that was about to burn the filter and was reluctant to throw it. He pointed to the corrupt official in the TV and said, "It's not a loss if it breaks down. It's the same as the branch secretary of my village! If I give these millions to me, I'll open a kiln."

"I'm poking you to death." Wang Dalun smiled.

Wang Shuangbao sipped a small wine and said proudly: "They are far from this matter in the mine!"

Although the two were drinking and chatting, their minds were not on drinking or the news of judging corrupt officials on TV, but on the two-legged animals in the station square, with four eyes constantly searching for the crowd through the open door...

"Click!" Li Yang shouted. He didn't shout it immediately this time. He looked back on the monitor again. After confirming that the makeup artist who played the guest boss's wife and the art school student who played the guest waiter had nothing to do with the performance, he shouted decisively: "Did it!"

As for the performances of the two protagonists, they have long exceeded Li Yang's expectations. If Wang Shuangbao's performance has more or less some of the performance traces, Wang Dalun will definitely be natural.

Wang Dalun in the monitor sat there, drinking, smoking, chatting, and sweeping his eyes out from time to time. At this moment, he couldn't find a trace of the aura of an actor on his body, and he was definitely a migrant worker.

As the saying goes: Don’t be afraid of not knowing the goods, just be afraid of comparing goods. During the shooting a few days ago, Li Yang thought that Wang Shuangbao’s performance was perfect, but now Wang Dalun is obviously still half a piece of cake. It turns out that it is a price and every piece of goods. At this time, he even had the idea of ​​adding a show to Wang Dalun.

Although Wang Dalun is the title of male lead, in fact, he and Wang Shuangbao and Wang Baoqiang have similar roles, and they are all considered the protagonists. However, the three of them have a pay of 500,000: 50,000: 2,000, which is completely disproportionate. If he doesn't add the show, even Li Yang will feel a loss!

At the same time, Li Yang did not forget to teach Wang Baoqiang, who was sitting behind him and asked to observe and learn on the spot, pointed to the scene of Wang Dalun sitting diagonally on the monitor, and said, "See, what is performance? This is called performance! Baoqiang, do you know why I chose you at the beginning?"

"Why?" Wang Baoqiang asked subconsciously.

This silly boy was still in shock at this time. I said before that Wang Shuangbao played a migrant worker like a migrant worker. In his eyes, he was an "old artist" and he looked naughty and ugly. But Wang Dalun was different. You didn't see the fashionable spirit he wore when he came yesterday, and the powerful aura he exuded was the kind that he dared not look directly at. Why did the migrant worker even need migrant workers in a blink of an eye? Just like Ergouzi's father in their hometown village, he looked like this whenever he went out to work.

It turns out that this is the performance! This is the actor! Wang Baoqiang became faintly excited.

"The reason I chose you is because of your nature and reality. I don't want you to play or imitate. I don't want your deliberateness because you are Feng Ming. How did you do it? It's like this now. Do you understand? Oh, I'm talking to you!"

Li Yang was teaching Wang Baoqiang tirelessly, but after talking for a long time, he saw him sitting there giggling and couldn't help but push him angrily.

"Hey, what I told you just now, do you understand?"

"Director, what did you say just now?"

“…”

Li Yang even felt annoyed at this time: Why did I find such a guy to play Yuan Fengming!

There was no choice but to tell him again, and finally emphasized: "I don't want you to deliberately play "Fengming". Later, you will be wandering around there just like you are looking for a job in Beijing. You are either playing, you are you! Just like the two days ago, you just need to catch your feelings two days ago, do you understand?"

This silly boy finally understood this time and nodded repeatedly, "I understand the director."

...

In the small restaurant, photographer Liu Yonghong and planner and photography assistant Hua Qing were adjusting the camera seats, while Wang Dalun and Wang Shuangbao sat in the original seats and whispered to the words.

In the square, deputy director Bao Zhenjiang was busy talking to the extras, recording, makeup and costumes were all busy. After more than a week of running-in, the grass-roots team was gradually becoming more formal.

Seeing all this, Li Yang felt quite relieved and even proud, feeling that he was completing a big thing and couldn't help but be full of energy.

“Photography, OK!”

"Lights, OK!"

"Record, no problem!"

“…”
Chapter completed!