"I usually listen to classical music more," Shao Si said while facing the mirror, raising his hand to straighten the earring on his right ear, "I don't listen to pop music much, even your songs, I haven't heard much, but Heard a little."
This guy has a knack for striking up conversations.
When two people who are not acquainted with each other are just getting in touch, the most taboo thing is to "offend". In this regard, Shao Si has always been in good control, what should be said and what should not be said, how heavy and how shallow.
Sure enough, Xu Huanyang said a few more words to him: "I am deeply impressed by the music of the Baroque period. It is gorgeous and complex, showing a kind of freedom from layers of confinement."
Shao Si: "..."
How did he know about Baroque? It was all nonsense just now.
A god of pop music, why study so deeply on classical music.
Shao Si turned his mind: "Well, although classical music develops more freely in the later stage, the music of the Baroque period always has its unique characteristics."
Hearing this, Xu Huanyang nodded in agreement: "It's the same as I thought."
He just followed what Xu Huanyang said just now, and then went on to say two nonsense. Who would have thought that Xu Huanyang would open up some professional topics on this topic. Shao Si had a headache, and while coping with it, he turned his wrist and looked at the time calmly.
There are still ten minutes before leaving work.
Fortunately, Zhu Li came in time. He stood at the door and knocked on the door, and then said directly: "Huan Yang, come out, the director wants to talk to you. It just so happens that Old Wei is here, so I will give up the seat to Old Wei."
Shao Si raised his eyes and looked over, feeling that this little chubby man looked a little more pleasing to the eye.
Zhu Li only felt that the fresh meat actor who had just come out of the closet looked at him inexplicably eagerly, and felt a little nervous for a while, so he shouted again: "... Huan Yang!"
So Xu Huanyang stood up and walked towards the door.
Zhu Li turned sideways and asked Xu Huanyang to go out first, and then he closed the door. When closing the door, he said politely: "Mr. Shao, let's go down and make preparations first. I hope we can have a pleasant cooperation this time."
"Pleasant cooperation."
Suddenly only the makeup artist and Shao Si were left in the dressing room, as well as the staff who opened the door and walked in from time to time looking for props.
Only then did Shao Si notice the message Gu Yanzhou sent him.
[Gu Yanzhou]: The group of reporters who were squatting at the gate of your filming location have already sent people to dismiss them. They parked illegally, and each person received a ticket. Just in case, you still go through the back door when you come back.
[Gu Yanzhou]: Also, don't talk too much with that singer.
Shao Si leaned back on the chair, and casually replied with a few words: Huh? Who sings
It took half a minute for Gu Yanzhou to come back and say: Don't pretend to be stupid, you praised the one who sings well and is dedicated.
Shao Si: Do I smell a vinegar smell
Gu Yanzhou: You heard it right.
Shao Si: Okay, then I'll praise you too, what do you want to hear? Let me think about it, how big is the waist of a dog
The make-up artist was only in his mid-twenties, and he looked very nervous, so he didn't dare to look at him too much.
In her eyes, this gentleman had a cold expression from the moment he entered the door. Even when he was chatting with the God of Songs just now, he still had the four big words "Don't get close to strangers" on his face, but now he suddenly hooked the corners of his mouth, and he relaxed. Come down, the momentum softened a little for no reason.
Of course she didn't dare to peek at the screen of other people's mobile phones, so she could only hold back her curiosity, and after she finished melting, she packed up the things scattered on the table and said, "Look at how it is, do you have any requests."
Shao Si glanced at her, and smiled at her for the first time: "That's it, thank you for your hard work."
"No, no, it's hard work." The make-up artist shook her hands, unable to hold back, "Then I'll go out first to see if Mr. Wei is here."
This old Wei is a big shot specially invited by the organizer.
He is an old drama player. He participated in many classic works in his early years, most of which were remakes of famous works. In addition, he is also an Internet celebrity.
Keeping pace with the times, he opened Weibo and posted jokes every day. He is a joker.
Even though it is old now and there are fewer dramas, the enthusiasm has not diminished.
Not two minutes later, an old man who was about eighty years old walked in.
Li Guangzong followed behind Old Wei, respectfully: "Slow down, I'm really sorry just now, how offensive..."
Shao Si glanced at Li Guangzong without knowing why, and thought that this person has become such a virtuous person after he went out to use the toilet and came back. Immediately afterwards, he stood up and bowed slightly, "Hello, Mr. Wei."
The old actor gave Shao Si a slight nod, then sat down and closed his eyes, it seemed that he was in a hurry. The makeup artist worked very quickly to deepen his wrinkles.
Only then did Li Guangzong whisper to Shao Si, "I was scared to death, this old gentleman didn't lock the door when he got into the queen room, and I was anxious, so I just kicked open a room... It's embarrassing, can you understand, it's so embarrassing. "
Shao Si: "I can't understand. Don't tell me such embarrassing things in the future. As your father, I can't even hold my head up."
After the wrinkles around the eyes had deepened, Old Wei opened his eyes and smiled at Shao Si: "I recognize you. The young people nowadays are really good. When I was your age, my acting skills were far behind At this level, generations of talents have emerged in large numbers, which is great."
Li Guangzong said: "Where is it, you are too humble. An old artist like you is rare. I have admired you since I was a child and grew up watching your plays."
Shao Si lowered his voice: "What are you talking about?"
Li Guangzong turned his head sideways: "Put your ass, make up for it."
Elder Wei looked around: "Where's Little Huangying? Why didn't I see her?"
The make-up artist said: "She came early, earlier than the God of Songs. After changing her clothes, she ran out for a stroll—kid, I couldn't be idle for a quarter of an hour. She said that the location outside was very beautiful. I thought Go and pick two flowers."
Little Huangying is a famous child star, she is just six and a half years old this year. The child took part in a children's singing competition when she was three years old. Because of her lively and cute appearance and her clear singing voice, netizens gave her such a nickname.
It seems that Mr. Wei also likes this little Huangying very much, so he inquires about her as soon as he comes.
"I was still a judge in the Child Star Competition before. At that time, little Huangying was only up to my knees, and she sang loudly when she opened her voice." Wei Lao smiled and explained, "I am not afraid of people at all. It has been more than three years since then. , I still miss her."
Huang Ying has been squatting in the flower bed downstairs, looking for flowers at first, and then butterflies, but she refused to come down when the machine was turned on: "I saw a little butterfly just now, it's white, it's so pretty."
Where will there be butterflies in the winter, don’t let the child be dazzled, the staff coaxed left and right, and could only say: "When the filming is over, let's help you find the butterflies together, okay?"
Shao Si took a look at them from a distance, and as soon as he walked over, the director waved the script and called him: "Hey - you came, just in time to find you."
"We have such a design this time. You need to find out how you feel, and you must have the vigor of a young man." The director spread out the script and read the words highlighted in bold and black in brackets again, "Vigor."
Shao Si glanced at him: "I know, I read the script when I came here."
The director is very straightforward: "I know you have watched it, but I am afraid that you will be too cold and that you will not be able to dance."
"..."
Shao Si: "Although I really think this action design is very stupid, but I still have basic professionalism."
The director was silent for two seconds, and the thousand words finally turned into an 'ok' gesture.
Shao Si walked to the place he had set before, ready to stand, and asked casually when he left: "Director, is it because of this that you called the God of Songs just now?"
Director Erzhang was puzzled, and it took him a while to reply: "You mean Xu Huanyang? Did I call him?... I didn't look for him."
The newly added shots are easy to shoot, but they are quite easy. As long as the music starts, they will bounce forward together, and everyone will sing a section in turn until they stop at the end point marked by the white line.
It is the connection between the four people who take turns singing and the speed of their feet.
As soon as the soundtrack started, the video camera brother carried the camera and shot backwards.
The little yellow warbler took the lead, flicking around, flicking the ponytail left and right, kicking the ground alternately with its feet back and forth, and opened its mouth to sing: "We gather here, we cheer, we dance. On the barren soil, Our dreams sprouted."
Next came Xu Huanyang. It was the first time I heard him sing the live version. Although the surrounding environment was relatively noisy, his iconic singing voice was still unforgettable. His tone is much more mature now than it was back then.
In front of this overwhelming singing skills, there was only Shao Si—whose self-confidence was too much, and after the God of Songs finished singing, he could still show off his singing skills without changing his face.
The title of the song is okay, but the actions of several people have not been connected.
They danced together, old and young, and their movements were not uniform when they jumped around, which led to NG several times.
In the end, the director stood up and waved his hands: "Come here first, take a break. I recorded a version just now and it feels okay. Let's come back for the last time later, and strive to make further progress on the basis of the previous one. Let's break up first."
Xiao Huangying's agent is her aunt, her family, and when the director called "Cut", she rushed to find her aunt: "I'm going to the bathroom...don't follow me, I just want to go by myself."
Her aunt had just walked out two steps, when she heard the words, she paused again, pinched her little face with a smile, and patted her buttocks again: "Our little Huang Ying has really grown up, then you go, aunt is waiting for you here .”
After her sixth birthday, the child became very strong, and I don't know if it was because the family joked with her that she had grown up.
Anyway, the toilet is not far from here, just a hundred meters away, so nothing will happen if you think about it.
Seeing little Huang Ying running towards the toilet, Old Wei smiled and said, "It's still the same as when I was a child, nothing changed. It's time for the first grade soon, right? The grades must not be bad."
Her aunt scolded: "Where, I don't like to learn usually, and teaching her arithmetic and English words gives her a headache."
The child hurriedly ran to the toilet, but bumped into a person at the door, and she just wanted to raise her head, but that person held her head tightly.
She could only look straight ahead, unable to raise her head.
"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to."
After she finished speaking, the man didn't let go, and still pressed the top of her head. But the other hand moved closer to her, holding a folded paper-white butterfly in the bony hand.