Chapter 4 Is it you? Keep it strong
Qin Chuan did not tell the story about the Nuo tools, but gave a random reason: "Just think about it with your eyes closed, and you will understand after thinking more."
"Can it still be like this?" Huang Bo didn't believe it.
You can be so deeply involved by just thinking about it with your eyes closed. This is different from those who wrote the Divine Comedy just by humming it casually.
But apart from this, there seems to be nothing that can explain Qin Chuan's awakening.
Qin Chuan couldn't wait to say: "Brother, I feel very strong now, why don't I show you today's show?"
Huang Bo nodded: "Try it."
In the yard, there was still the same chair. Qin Chuan looked at the moon without saying a word, hesitating in his heart, tears fell silently, feeling indescribable sadness and helplessness.
Through the use of Nuo tools to evolve the script in the dream, he has now experienced the feeling of lovelorn.
Huang Bo said that an actor's talent is his ability to understand. He experienced the character's life through Nuo instruments and directly became 100% immersed in it.
No one understands the character better than him.
"Oh shit." Huang Bo still couldn't believe it. Qin Chuan was so evil.
"Brother-in-law, how are you?"
"It's not bad, the emotions are there, but it would be better if there were more body movements and lines."
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The plug-in arrived and was confirmed by Huang Bo. Qin Chuan was a little excited that night. After Huang Bo lay down, he picked up paper and pen and started writing a biography.
This time, he set his sights on the wallpaper on the wall of the room, which featured beautiful and popular Hong Kong and Taiwan stars.
He arranged for several beautiful female stars to serve him and enjoy corruption... No, it was all for art.
Qin Chuan: Born on August 15, 1970
Height: 180
What: 180
……
"Hey, wake up!"
"Wake up!"
"Are you going to stop letting people sleep?"
In the dream, Qin Chuan was still enjoying the gentle service of his eldest aunt, second aunt... and eighteenth aunt with celebrity faces.
Because the mask was forcibly removed by Huang Bo on the lower bunk, the performance was interrupted and he was forced to turn on his phone.
Lying on the bed, he opened his eyes dissatisfied and said, "What's wrong?"
Huang Bo, who was wearing a vest and big pants, was trembling: "What are you doing? What did you say you were doing? You almost dug through the board of my bed."
Most of the night, in a daze, he kept feeling the bed shaking and almost thought it was an earthquake.
When I woke up, I found that it was Qin Chuan who was on the upper bunk. He was "moving" violently while lying on the bed, and the bed board creaked so much that he couldn't sleep at all.
After lamenting the young man's fierce firepower, he still woke up Qin Chuan.
"hiss!"
Qin Chuan clamped his legs and then realized that his "head" hurt so much. It felt like it was broken.
Strange to say, he was not a very good writer in his two lifetimes, but before going to bed, he was full of thoughts when writing about Liu Huangshu's works, and he felt like he was inspired to write.
Unknowingly, I wrote ten or twenty thousand words, but I still haven’t finished it.
Give him some time, and he can still use a few million words to turn into a bulldozer and push Hong Kong entertainment to domestic entertainment, Japan, South Korea, Europe and the United States.
"Brother-in-law, what time is it?"
"Four o'clock." Huang Bo picked up the PHS phone beside the pillow and said.
"I have to do some squatting today. Let me get up." Qin Chuan sighed and got up.
He didn't forget Huang Bo's advice yesterday, the sooner he goes to perform in a group performance, the better.
As soon as he got up, Qin Chuan noticed that his erect little brother was still erect, and his pants were pushed up into a triangular pillar.
"Ahem." Huang Bo coughed jealously and lay back down to sleep.
After he lay down, Qin Chuan jumped out of bed.
While he was changing his underwear, Huang Bo said abruptly: "Zhuzi, it's okay to have a girlfriend. You're not young anymore."
As he spoke, he turned over and put his back and butt against the wall.
Be careful.
From now on, please wear pants to bed. If the belt can be untied, then it will not be untied.
Young people are very angry, and they may take it out on them at any time. Qin Chuan, who was wearing pants with his butt stuck out, said with a dark face: "Brother-in-law, can you give me a different title?"
Zhuzhu, this is his nickname in his hometown.
"Don't you just call me Zhuzhu? Why don't you call me Zhuzi? How about I call you Drill?" Huang Bo laughed out loud as he said this.
"Brother-in-law, I'll sleep with you tomorrow. The upper bunk is uncomfortable."
Under the dim light, Qin Chuan's teeth were white and his eyes were glowing green.
Huang Bo was so humble. With Qin Chuan's firepower, the bed board was almost cut through. How about sleeping with him?
"Then I'll call you Xiaochuan. Don't always call me brother-in-law, but brother."
"Can."
After the two briefly reached an agreement, Qin Chuan took advantage of the break to wash the underwear he had changed out of.
Sighing while washing.
"You still can't be willful in the future, it's too harmful to your body."
"Twenty-eight days at most in a month."
"The remaining two days are for Ji'er to take off."
"Hey, whose sign will you turn over tomorrow?"
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It was half past four when Qin Chuan went out. Before going out, Huang Bo gave him his watch to check the time.
Today he went out alone. Just like yesterday, he went out of the alley to have breakfast at the street entrance and wait for the bus.
Take the bus to Beijing Film Studio before dawn.
We were not very lucky. No one from the crew came to recruit people all morning. At noon, the extras started to leave one after another.
It really echoes Huang Bo's words, extra performers don't have jobs every day.
Qin Chuan was mentally prepared for this, but he was not discouraged. He found a fly house to casually deal with the two of them. He took the bus to the film and television base to see if there were any job opportunities.
The film and television base has many crews but not many people to recruit.
They are all decided the day before, or they are already fully booked.
Choosing a place with a good view, Qin Chuan watched others acting. The big name came, Zhang Guoli.
Even if he didn't understand acting and was an outsider, Qin Chuan could see that the veteran actor was indeed an experienced actor and his acting skills were indeed good.
He sits, stands and walks very elegantly. When he speaks his lines, his voice is loud and his words are clear and clear, which can be heard clearly from a distance.
No, Zhang Guoli is not old yet, he is in his forties and is very popular.
The current audience is mainly those born in the 1960s and 1970s, and they like masculine middle-aged actors.
A few years ago, Butterboy still used curse words.
After watching it all afternoon, Qin Chuan benefited a lot and planned to spend some time learning Mandarin in Dreamland when he went back in the evening. If he had the chance, he would also learn foreign languages.
Before leaving the film and television city, he saw Wang Baoqiang, who was raped yesterday, squatting on the roadside playing with his mobile phone.
He is not tall, about 1.6 meters tall, with a crew cut and a very youthful appearance. He is wearing a blue and white school uniform jacket that he picked up from somewhere. He looks like he is underage.
Unlike Huang Bo, Qin Chuan and Wang Baoqiang are not related, so it is difficult for them to hug each other.
But there is nothing wrong with having many friends and many paths.
So he was ready to come up and say hello.
"Boy, lend me your cell phone to make a call. I'll return it to you after the call."
Wang Baoqiang was still playing with the second-hand mobile phone he just bought with his head down, when three more figures appeared in front of him.
Three idle hooligans.
Wearing a uniform of tight black jeans, with an iron chain hanging from the belt buckle, an old leather jacket with rivets, and colorful hair covering one eye.
Many years later, their outfit was called the Buried Love Family.
After just glancing at a few people, Wang Baoqiang stood up, put his cell phone in his pocket, and said cautiously: "If you don't give it to me, ask someone to borrow it."
He left home at the age of six and went to the Shaolin Temple to learn martial arts. At the age of fourteen, he set out to pursue his career without seeing anyone.
At this moment, he was already looking at the half-cut stick at his feet.
"You don't want to give me face, right? I said I'd give it back to you after I called you." He said he was borrowing it, but the gangster forcefully took it and said, "Take it."
(End of chapter)