Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 72: Don’t be a tool, but respect as a human being

"Here I come, boss! Wait for me."

Yang Chaoyue wiped his hands with a sackcloth, followed Jiang Yang excitedly, and when they reached the street, he couldn't help but timidly grab Jiang Yang's sleeve.

The first time I visited the ancient street scene built by the program team, everything was fresh and unfamiliar, and I was so clumsy that I didn’t know where to put my hands.

She turned around and glanced at the stage manager at the end of the street.

I felt a little relieved when I found that the script supervisor didn't come over to stop me.

"Are you scared of going shopping?"

"A little bit. I've never been to a street like this before."

Jiang Yang pulled out another hand warmer from his pocket: "Wear it, your hands are precious, don't let them get frozen. You still have to cook for me when we get back to the Magic City. I'm used to eating your hometown dishes."

"Yeah, okay."

Yang Chaoyue held the hand warmers in his hands and felt the warmth in his palms.

I looked up at Jiang Yang's profile and felt warm in my heart.

Two years ago, when she was working at the Jiaxing zipper factory, her boss wanted her to work overtime to install the chain teeth.

No one cared if my fingernail was pierced by an injection molding machine. Now, when I wash vegetables with cold water, some people even use hand warmers.

A small gesture, a gentleness that needs no reason, can make you remember it for a long time.

Brother Yang did not regard himself as a tool for his work, but respected himself as a human being.

I am so lucky to meet such a boss.

In front of me was an extra acting as salt merchants, pushing a wheelbarrow towards me.

Jiang Yang stopped the salt dealer and after some banter, he said to Yang Chaoyue, "Try this salt from the Three Kingdoms period."

Yang Chaoyue understood that Brother Yang was taking the initiative to familiarize himself with the environment of extras and the set design.

"Can I really taste it?"

"OK."

Yang Chaoyue carefully pinched a small piece of salt and put it in his mouth, then took a sip.

No expected salty taste.

"The taste of coarse salt is much lighter than that of modern table salt. The program crew is so attentive." Yang Chaoyue said in surprise.

Suddenly I understood why the bowl of noodles Huang Lei cooked before was so salty.

Huang Lei must have known that coarse salt is very light in saltiness, so he added a large amount of coarse salt, but failed to control the dosage, which had the opposite effect.

"Is it fun?"

“It’s fun!”

"Let's go to the wine shop and try some wine from the Three Kingdoms period."

"Okay!"

[Under your guidance, Yang Chaoyue's understanding of film set design has improved. You have received feedback. Your understanding of film set design has increased by +1.]

"Brother Yang, will we be able to see Teacher Huang Lei again later?"

"What's wrong."

"I remember when I was little, my father loved watching April on the black-and-white TV at home. Huang Lei played Xu Zhimo in the film. I've always wanted to ask Mr. Huang Lei for an autograph, but I didn't dare ask."

"There will be a chance."

After chatting for a while, Yang Chaoyue was no longer as nervous as before.

She followed Jiang Yang into the tavern next door, so happy that she walked with trembling hands and feet.

When she stepped over the threshold, she forgot to lift her foot and stumbled. Fortunately, Jiang Yang grabbed her arm and prevented her from falling. "Walk slower, you're so stupid, like a child."

The script supervisor saw Yang Chaoyue and Jiang Yang leaving the noodle stall and walking into the tavern, and hesitated whether to stop them.

Logically speaking, this is against order, even if there will be no more cameras filming.

Yan Min's voice rang out from the headset: "Don't worry about them. Let them wander around. The main camera at the inn on the second floor is still recording."

In the director's car.

As soon as Huang Lei left, the scene of Jiang Yang and Yang Chaoyue interacting no longer occupied the main screen, but remained in the lower right corner.

Save it as a tidbit.

The two's previous performance with Huang Lei can definitely be edited into the main film.

It doesn’t matter if it doesn’t become popular. If it does become popular, then playing the behind-the-scenes footage of the two of them might bring a wave of popularity to the show when it airs.

Yang Chaoyue's admiration for the realism of the Three Kingdoms scenery built by the program team is very natural and will be useful in the future.

Recalling Jiang Yang's previous performance as Zhao Gao in "The Myth", Yan Min felt a chill run down his spine.

Is this the kind of acting that a non-professional student can perform?

It can be predicted that Jiang Yang’s art exam results next year, at least in the voice, stage, appearance and performance section of the re-examination, will definitely not be bad.

Moreover, the scenes of the two interacting privately look quite sweet.

Yan Min glanced at it from time to time, and the corners of his mouth rose.

"This tavern is so realistic." Yang Chaoyue stepped into the tavern and looked around.

There is a wooden counter against the wall at the entrance, with ceramic wine jars on it.

The guest area is divided into low tables and mats according to status.

Using a bronze prop, Yang Chaoyue took a sip of the chujiu in a sealed ceramic jar. The alcohol content was so high that Yang Chaoyue wrinkled his nose: "It's very strong, like white wine." "This is Erguotou. How can the program crew really get chujiu from the Three Kingdoms period?" Jiang Yang said with a smile.

"Oh, that's right." Yang Chaoyue covered his mouth and laughed secretly: "I really thought this place was a tavern from the Three Kingdoms period."

The two men came out of the tavern and passed by a fortune-telling stall, where they had their fortunes told by an extra who played the role of a fortune teller.

I learned that I would become a big star.

Although he knew that the other person was talking nonsense, Yang Chaoyue still wanted to give all the coins in his pocket to the fortune teller.

The more Yang Chaoyue walked around, the more excited he became. He chatted with Jiang Yang all the way.

Before I knew it, I had wandered to the stables on the street.

Yang Chaoyue raised his hand and gently touched the rammed earth wall in front of him: "Brother Yang, is this wall originally there?"

"This was a temporary structure built by the production team. It was originally an open space. The walls are made of clay on the outside, and straw is stuffed inside and fixed with wooden boards."

“So realistic.”

Yang Chaoyue didn't dare to push hard, for fear that the scenery set up by the program crew would be destroyed by him.

We were almost done shopping and no longer felt the nervousness we had just felt when we came out of the noodle stall at the corner of the alley and walked onto Cao Wei Street.

I looked at all the shops and stalls on Cao Wei Street.

I know a lot about the scenery on this street, and I have a general idea of ​​it and am more accustomed to it.

But I still feel that the most comfortable place on this street is the noodle stall near the end of the alley.

"We've walked around for a while, Brother Yang, let's go back to the noodle stall..."

Yang Chaoyue just called out Jiang Yang and didn't say the rest of the words.

Cao Wei Street suddenly became noisy.

Looking back, the script supervisor was holding a loudspeaker and had come to the entrance of the inn. He turned up the volume so that everyone on the street could hear his voice:
"Today's performance ends here. Thank you all for your hard work. It's time for lunch for the crew. We, the extras from Caowei Street, can go to the square to get our lunch boxes."

At some point, a large number of staff members in modern uniforms came over.

The extras who were originally wearing ancient costumes took off their clothes one after another.

"Brother Yang, what are you doing?"

“It’s time to dismantle the set.”

Dismantle the scenery?

Before Yang Chaoyue understood what the word meant, she saw two workers in work boots and overalls hurried over and said to her and Jiang Yang, "Please make way."

Wait for the two of them to move aside.

The foreign flag embroidered with the three big characters "Cao Wei Street" at the street corner was roughly taken down.

The rammed earth wall that Yang Chaoyue was reluctant to touch forcefully was kicked and pushed by two workers and shook rapidly.

It collapsed in a few seconds.

The wooden structure inside was exposed, and straw scraps were flying everywhere.

Yang Chaoyue hunched his shoulders inward, unconsciously biting the soft flesh of his mouth, and his speech gradually slowed down and weakened: "Such a realistic scene was built, but it was dismantled so quickly."

"Let's go, Chaoyue, the scene is over, it's almost time for dinner in the square, the last meal."

"Well, okay..."

Earlier, as they walked from the end of the street to the beginning, Yang Chaoyue chatted all the way.

Now I walked from the beginning to the end of the street, but I was silent and didn’t say much, feeling empty in my heart.

I watched Cao Wei Street, which I had just enjoyed visiting, being demolished.

She slightly widened her eyes and let her gaze linger on the place she had just visited.

The extra who had previously pushed a wheelbarrow to sell crude salt and played the role of a salt merchant had taken off his headscarf, with the exposed hair covered tightly against his scalp. He took out a smartphone from his sleeve to send a message, chatting and laughing as he left with the other extras.

The fortune teller who had previously calculated Yang Chaoyue's fortune had left long ago.

The remaining divination stalls were taken away by the prop crew wearing overalls.

The lighting team set up a wooden ladder, dismantled the red lanterns hanging on the eaves of the grain shop, and carefully dragged the base.

All elaborate feasts must come to an end.

The script supervisor held up a megaphone and blasted out a high-pitched, resonant voice: "Hey, you! You're not allowed to take the props! The costumes need to be put into storage. Go to the costume room and change."

When Huang Lei was present, the street, which was full of extras acting out roles and walking back and forth, suddenly became empty.

There was no shouting.

There was no hawking.

Even the children who were drawing tic-tac-toe patterns and playing Gobang in the sand left.

It was bustling with people just a moment ago, but now it was deserted.

It was as if an alarm clock rang violently beside his pillow, suddenly waking Yang Chaoyue out of his dream.

I don't belong here anymore, it's time to go.

The female beggar that I had previously portrayed was disappearing bit by bit as the pace of dismantling the set accelerated.

The experience of playing a female beggar on Cao Wei Street was the most wonderful and wholehearted time in my 17 years of life.

The shortest brilliance, the longest remembrance.

fleeting.
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