Chapter 102

"I usually listen to more classical music," shaosi said, looking into the mirror and raising his hand to straighten the earring on his right ear. "I don't hear much pop music, even your songs. I haven't heard much of them, but I've heard a little of them."

The man is very good at chatting up.

When two people who are not familiar with each other first come into contact, the most taboo is "offending". In this regard, Shao Si has always been very good at controlling what should be said and what should not be said.

As expected, Xu Huanyang said a few more words to him: "the music of Baroque period gives me a deep impression, gorgeous and complex, showing a kind of freedom from layers of confinement."

Shao Si

He doesn't know anything about Baroque. It's all nonsense just now.

What does a pop music God do when he studies classical music so deeply.

Shaosi's mind turned around: "well, although classical music developed more freely in the later period, Baroque music always had its unique characteristics."

Wen Yan, Xu Huanyang quite agree with nodded: "and I think the same."

He just followed what Xu Huanyang had just said, and then went on to say two words of nonsense. Who would have thought that Xu Huanyang had opened up some professional topics on this topic. Shao Si's head was a little painful. He turned his wrist quietly to look at the time.

There are still more than ten minutes left from work.

Fortunately, Zhu Li came in time. He stood at the door and knocked. Then he said directly, "Huan Yang, come out. The director wants to talk to you about something. It's just that Mr. Wei is here. He gives up his position to Mr. Wei. "

Shao Si raised his eyes and looked over. He felt that the little fat man seemed to like his eyes.

Zhu Li only felt that the fresh meat movie king, who had just come out of the cabinet, was looking at him with an inexplicable eagerness. For a moment, he was still a little hairy in his heart, and he called out again: "I'm sorry Huanyang

So Xu Huanyang stood up and walked towards the door.

Zhu Li sidled and asked Xu Huanyang to go out first, and then he brought him to the door. When he closed the door, he politely said, "Mr. Shao, we'll go down first and make preparations. I hope we can cooperate happily this time."

"Happy cooperation."

In the dressing room, only the makeup artist and shaosi were left, as well as the staff who opened the door and came to find props from time to time.

Shao Si noticed the news Gu Yanzhou sent him at this time.

[Gu Yanzhou]: the group of reporters squatting at the gate of your shooting site have already sent people to disperse them, parking illegally and getting a ticket for each. Just in case, you'll come back through the back door.

Gu Yanzhou: also, don't talk to that singer more.

Shaosi leaned back on the chair and replied casually: hmm? Who sings?

Gu Yanzhou came back half a minute later and said, "don't pretend to be stupid. You have praised the one who sings well and works hard.".

Shaosi: do I smell vinegar.

Gu Yanzhou: you're right.

Shao Si: OK, I'll also praise you. What do you want to hear? Let's see. What's a good dog's waist?

The make-up artist is only twenty-five or twenty-six years old. He looks very nervous and dare not look at him more.

In her eyes, the master's expression was very cold from the moment he entered the door. Even though he was chatting with the God of songs just now, he had four big words on his face: "don't be near strangers." now he suddenly hooked the corner of his mouth. The whole person relaxed and softened for no reason.

Of course, she did not dare to peek at the screen of other people's mobile phones. She could only resist curiosity, and then she picked up the things scattered on the table and said, "what do you think? Do you have any requirements?"

Shao Si looked at her, and for the first time, he said with a smile, "that's it. It's hard for you."

"No, it's not hard." The makeup artist's hand trembled and couldn't resist, "I'll go out and see if Mr. Wei is here."

This is Mr. Wei, who was specially invited by the organizer.

He is an old playwright. In his early years, he took part in many classic works, most of which were the remake of famous works. In addition, he was also an Internet celebrity.

With the development of the times to open a micro blog, every day to send a paragraph, is a paragraph hand.

Even now that he is old and plays less, his popularity has never abated.

Two minutes later, a man in his eighties came into the room.

Li Guangzong followed Mr. Wei respectfully: "slow down. I'm sorry just now. How offensive..."

Shao Si took a look at Li Guangzong for unknown reasons. He thought that this man went out to go to the toilet and came back, which became this virtue. Then he stood up and bowed slightly, "Hello, Mr. Wei."

The old actor gave shaosi a slight nod, then sat down and closed his eyes. It seemed that he was in a hurry. The makeup artist was quick to help him deepen his wrinkles.

Li Guangzong whispered to Shao Si: "I'm scared to death. This old man didn't lock the door when he was on the big size. I was in a hurry and kicked open a room at random Embarrassment, do you understand? It's embarrassing. "

Shaosi: "I can't understand. Don't tell me such humiliating things in the future. As your father, I can't lift my head. "After the wrinkles around his eyes deepened, Wei opened his eyes and said to shaosi with a smile: "I know you. Today's young people are really good. When I was your age, my acting skills were far below this level. It's good to see generations of talented people coming out in large numbers. "

Li Guangzong once said: "where, where, you are too modest. Old artists like you are rare. I have admired you since I was a child. I grew up watching your plays."

Shaosi lowered his voice: "what are you talking about?"

Li Guangzong side head: "flatter, make up for it."

Old Wei looked around: "where's the little yellow warbler? Why didn't you see her

The makeup artist said, "she came early, earlier than the God of songs. I changed my clothes and ran out to ramble about. A child can't stay idle for a quarter of an hour. He said that the scenery outside is very beautiful. I want to pick two flowers. "

Little Huang Ying is a famous child star. She is just six and a half years old this year. The child took part in the children's singing competition when she was three years old. Because of her lively appearance and beautiful singing, netizens gave her such a nickname.

It seems that Mr. Wei also likes this little yellow warbler very much. As soon as he comes, he asks about her.

"Before the children's Star Contest, I was still a judge. At that time, little Huang Ying only reached my knee and sang loudly." Wei explained with a smile, "I'm not afraid of people at all. I've been missing her for more than three years now."

Huang Ying has been squatting in the flower bed downstairs. At first, she was looking for flowers. Later, she picked up butterflies. When she turned on the machine, she refused to come down: "I just looked at a little butterfly. It's white. It looks good."

Where there will be butterflies in winter, the child is not dazzled, the staff left to coax right coax, can only say: "after shooting, let's help you find butterflies."

Shao Si looked at them from a distance. As soon as he walked over, the director waved the script and called out to him, "Hey, you're here, just looking for you."

"This time, we have such a design. You have to find the feeling and have the vigor of young people." The director spread out the script and read the words in brackets with bold and black marks again, "vigor."

Shaosi looked at him: "I know. I saw the script when I came here."

The director is very straightforward: "I know you've seen it. I'm just afraid you're too cold and can't jump up."

“……”

Shao Si: "although I really think this action is very silly, I still have basic professional quality."

The director was silent for two seconds, and a thousand words eventually turned into an "OK" gesture.

Shao Si went to the place he had set before and prepared to stand. When he left, he asked casually, "director, did you call the God of songs just now for this thing?"

Director Er Zhang couldn't figure it out. After a while, he replied, "did you say Xu Huanyang? Did I call him I'm not looking for him. "

The new shots are easy to shoot, but it's very easy. As long as the music starts, they jump forward together. Everyone takes turns to sing a passage until they stop at the end of the white line.

It's the process of four people singing in turn, and the convergence and foot speed should be paid attention to.

As soon as the soundtrack rings, the camera elder brother will carry the camera and shoot backwards.

The little yellow warbler is leading the battle. She is very lively. The little horsetail swings from left to right, and her two feet turn back and forth. She opens her mouth and sings: "we gather here, we cheer, we dance. On the barren soil, our dreams sprouted. "

Then came Xu Huanyang. The first time I heard him sing the live version, although the surrounding environment was noisy, his signature singing was still unforgettable. His voice is much more mature now.

In the face of such overwhelming singing skills, only Shao Si, who has excess self-confidence, can show his singing skills without changing his face after singing.

The title of the song is OK, but several people's movements have not been connected.

Several of them, old and young, danced together, and their movements were not unified, which led to ng several times.

Finally, the director stood up and waved: "come here and have a rest. Just recorded a version, I think it's OK. Let's come back for the last time later, and strive to further on the previous basis. Let's break up first. "

Xiao Huangying's agent is her aunt. As soon as the director called "card", she rushed to find her aunt: "I'm going to the toilet Don't follow me. I want to go by myself

Her aunt just went out for two steps. She stopped again, pinched her little face with a smile, and patted her ass: "we little Orioles are really grown up, so you go, and my aunt will wait for you here."

After her sixth birthday, the child became very strong. I don't know if it was because her family joked that she had grown up.

Anyway, the toilet is not far from here. It's only a hundred meters away. I don't think anything will happen.

Seeing little Huang Ying running to the toilet, Mr. Wei said with a smile, "it's the same as when I was a child. It hasn't changed at all. It's first grade, isn't it? The results are certainly not badHer aunt complained: "where, usually do not like to learn, teach her arithmetic and English words, she felt headache."

The child ran to the toilet in a hurry, but ran into a man at the door. She just wanted to look up, but she was held on her head by the man.

She could only look straight ahead, but could not look up.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to

She said, the man did not let go, still pressed her head. But the other hand came up to her, holding a white butterfly folded out of paper.

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