Senior brother Comrade Wang Defa grinned in front of the mirror and made a deep smile. Then he turned on the faucet, made a slight arc with his hands as if doing health care, and slapped the water to make ripples. He dipped some water in it and wiped it on his hair.
His hair is combed back, which makes him look more mature and capable, but not too old-fashioned. In this circle, any practitioner, if he has the conditions, must be a little more particular. What's more, he
He is a master's student who graduated from Yangzhou Opera. He is engaged in the noble and mysterious directing industry and has rich experience in the industry.
However.
Comrade Wang Defa's smile gradually faded.
What kind of face is this... This is a face that makes any word you say seem too cruel to him.
Moreover, he also lost his youth.
But Wang Defa is a stubborn person. He decided to turn decay into magic. He chose to pull out these two bunches from the few hairs on his forehead and hang them on the ravine-ridden cliffs on his forehead. Will this make him look more youthful?
How unruly and unruly.
Friends, no.
He took a closer look and saw that these two bunches of hair were yellow, sparse, neither straight nor crooked, everything that made people just hate them, like the reed field crushed by a tornado, succumbing to the field of his pride.
When he looked from a distance, the two bunches of hair turned out to be thin and long, giving off a cockroach color under the yellow light in the bathroom.
Wang Defa showed a sad and angry expression.
Ah! This is all because I am successful in my studies and have neglected to take care of my appearance. After I make money...
"Ding ding ding ding..."
Pick up speed:
"Hey... are you a school girl... Ah, yes, our documentary will be shot at the train station, right in the capital, right here... No need to go to Yangcheng... It's really not because the toll is too expensive,
It's because...it's because we want to test the new green screen technology. Yes, we will put up the scenery of Yangcheng Railway Station..."
There was a brief pause in the voice, and then an air raid siren sounded: "Have you found the actor? Really?"
He changed his ear and said, "He's still a handsome guy... Well, it doesn't matter whether he's handsome or not, what's important is... ah, he acted very well, he's a real great guy... this... this..."
"Okay, okay..." Comrade Wang nodded and responded, "Tomorrow morning, Beijing Railway Station, come at 8 o'clock, okay..."
"It's like this. After you arrive, you have to put on makeup and change into costumes; of course, the real shooting is only for a short time in the afternoon."
"Hmm...I'm going to contact the team now..."
Wang Defa hung up the phone and started breakdancing angrily, but he did it like a spinning top, the kind of top that is about to fall in the last few seconds and doesn't know where it will fall.
"Handsome, good at acting, great..." Wang Defa finished his break dance and said silently word by word.
The atmosphere in the bathroom where I was alone became sad.
Wang Defa's inequality: technology > appearance.
What about technology + appearance?
Wang Defa's knowledge system collapsed.
He was still standing in front of the mirror, and he finally chose to comb those two hairs up, and combed his hair into an adult look.
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This morning on Thursday, the weather was not sunny, but it was not raining either. It was featureless and gloomy. It was an ordinary day among countless days that I would not even notice in my memory.
Just as Fang Yi tries hard to give people the impression that he has no interest in standing out.
So he wore a mask that day.
He took a bus and walked to the Beijing train station. He crossed the street with the crowd familiar with the road, and left before the crowd noticed him. In the distance, he saw a small windproof tent with photographic equipment. At this time, the equipment was still there. It's very big, not to mention, the tent says:
"Wang Defa Studio".
The sky was still slightly misty and bright, and the words plated with bright metal were already sparkling, and the words "Wang Defa" were specially polished.
We've arrived.
Song Yi had introduced to him that "Wang Defa" was the chief director of this shooting and his senior student who was more than ten years earlier than him.
This is the advantage of graduating from a professional school. In the entertainment industry, inbreeding is too serious, and all famous teachers have famous families. However, being a member of it cannot be called inbreeding, but classmate friendship; Senior Brother Wang Defa, who is able to open a studio in the capital city and recruit a group of people, should have a slightly stronger friendship with classmates.
Fang Yi was wearing a black down jacket with the zipper pulled down to his neck, leaving only his two eyes and Tianling cover exposed.
The staff outside the tent are busy.
Set up a five-meter-long slide rail, two slender aluminum poles, and place tripods on the left and right sides.
The camera was stuck on it and pushed back and forth. The staff was watching the stability of the picture and making a "hissing" sound.
The outsiders outside the tent were probably temporary helpers, so they looked enviously at the guy in the photographer's hands.
I thought: If only I could touch it...
The task for this day was probably not to rush, or maybe it was because I wanted to catch a fish; even though the photographer was tired on weekdays, he still had to pretend when he seized the opportunity.
He took out a ruler and aligned the slide rail to measure the angle. He frowned and pushed the camera from time to time, his expression alternated between sadness and joy.
"Is the fight over?"
Someone asked the photographer.
"How is it possible... This kind of work is very delicate and cannot be done in a few clicks. You are not in the industry, so don't talk nonsense."
The photographer waited until he was complimented and then raised his head to answer.
Then he lowered his head and continued to adjust the two aluminum rods. He pushed the camera up and slid it back and forth, enjoying himself. He stared at the picture in the video, but he felt a palpitation in his heart, as if he had forgotten something.
“What’s so easy about two poles?”
He raised his head again and said, "We are making a movie, and it is going to be shown on the national stage. How can we not strive for excellence in this kind of scene? I can only say that everyone who understands understands it. If you don't understand, it is useless to talk about it."
Continue debugging. But what's going on with this familiar feeling? Damn it. He stared closely at the camera screen.
"Then it should be adjusted - I see you have been adjusting these two poles for almost ten minutes. Comrade, when filming like this, you are trying to catch a fish..."
He raised his head angrily, "I work more than ten hours a day. I don't risk my life to film any day. You know what I've been through..."
Lowering his head, the photographer secretly thought, who is that person who cannot be forgotten? Someone I have been looking for, looking for, then eh?!
In the photographic frame, the person in the second row is neither in the middle nor at the edge, but someone who is half a head taller than the others.
What a temperament!
He stood up and found Fang Yi, "Friend, you are... what do you do?"
Fang Yi said plainly, "Oh. I am today's actor."
The photographer suddenly realized it but was still dubious. He glanced at Fang Yi's outfit from top to bottom, even though his eyes were really pretty.
Some people are like this. He only shows half of his face, and you can vaguely feel that this guy looks...unattractive. But if this thing is reversed, it may not be completely true.
The poor photographer encountered this kind of thing for the first time in his life. He didn't dare to offend the actor, let alone Comrade Wang Defa. He could only say sadly, "Is it the actor teacher? No one in the group has seen your photos...
...I'm really sorry, um, can you just...just prove it?"
Fang Yi took off his mask.
It happened that the top leader, Comrade Wang Defa, had finished inspecting his territory and stepped into his small tent like a lion, majestic and high-spirited.
I actually saw this scene.
He and the photographer thought at the same time: "How did I match the high-end game this time?"
