After reaching the pinnacle of life, cheats came [Entertainment Circle]

During the filming of the last half of "Room", there was fierce tit-for-tat on the set every day.

Art director Zhong Xin is a firm realist, he provided a lot of text and image materials for the crew.

"There are very few people in China who are willing to shoot this subject. If you don't do a good job this time, it may be difficult for anyone to touch this subject in the future." Zhong Xin is very old, and he choked up when he said this.

This blank history only slowly revealed the dark truth decades after the end of the war.

In film and television, it is rarely involved and not well known.

Zhongxin has been the curator of the museum for many years. If Zhang Shuhua hadn't come out of the mountain, ordinary crews might not be able to invite him.

But Zhang Shuhua also has difficulties. The film can be made, but how to pass the review is another big problem.

The movie script had been written long ago, and Ji Mingcheng's role was changed midway, but when it came time to shoot, the information provided by Zhong Xin gave him a steady stream of inspiration.

As a result, the script changed more and more.

Even Ji Mingsheng's role was compressed.

Duan Fan who played Saburo Kimura, Rokov who played Anton, and even the old man who was murdered without a name were all played by Zhang Shuhua after revising the script and using his connections to invite old friends from the acting school.

Such a big move by the crew has also attracted doubts, and many people have ridiculed it, betting that "Zheng Rong" is a bad movie.

The rumors outside could not reach Zhang Shuhua's heart, he argued with Zhong Xin every day, how to shoot this scene, how to cover up the bloody scene with concealed means, and still convey the truth to the audience.

Sometimes it even gets so crazy that Liancheng has to reshoot another scene in the afternoon after the scene shot in the morning.

Even in the middle of the night, when Zhang Shuhua thought of a new inspiration, he would wake everyone up and hold a meeting to discuss whether it was feasible.

When the time entered August, the crew was still busy shooting.

They couldn't stop, as if there were hands behind them pushing them, urging them to shoot more.

Tell everyone about that.

In the last scene, the local department also extended a helping hand, and the studio, which cost tens of millions, was blown up.

This marks the end of "Zheng Rong".

At the celebration banquet, Zhang Shuhua burst into tears and toasted, "Regardless of whether this film can be made or not, we will do our best!"

These words speak to everyone's heart. After filming such a plot for several months, everyone felt uncomfortable. Some of them were psychologically fragile and asked for leave several times.

Often after the play, experienced veteran actors will greet them one by one and encourage them to come out of the play.

Now that the filming is over, I already have a revolutionary friendship, but I don't want to face separation.

After the toast, the people who have a good relationship get together to talk.

Liu Shiru also became good friends with makeup artists Zhao Xiu and Li Ran, and the three went to the corner to comfort each other.

Duan Fan came to find Liancheng with the wine and patted him on the shoulder, feeling that his hands were full of bones.

He looked at Liancheng affectionately, "Good boy, you have to take a good rest when you go back, you're so skinny you're out of shape."

During this period of time, they lived together on and off the screen, and Duan Fan liked Liancheng very much.

He didn't have a son, so he told Zhang Shuhua privately that if he had a son, he would most likely be as stubborn as Liancheng.He also asked Zhang Shuhua to ask if Liancheng would like to marry him.

Not surprisingly, Liancheng rejected him.

But even so, Duan Fan still admired Liancheng unabated.

"Back to Beijing, you come to my house, and I will ask your aunt to make up for you." Duan Fan smiled and chatted with him with his legs crossed.

Liancheng turned the lighter in his hand and leaned on the back of the chair. The boulder that had been in his heart these days finally disappeared, and the smile on his face became a lot lazier. "Okay, I'll find you when I get back."

Duan Fan taught him a lot.

Qian Wensheng also came over and joined their chat, "It's over. In my heart, I can't put into words how exciting it is."

"Hey, who isn't?" Duan Fan clinked glasses with him.

"Liancheng, how about you playing the male lead in my next play?" Qian Wensheng asked in front of Duan Fan.

When he first started filming "Zheng Rong", he made no secret of his admiration for Liancheng.

Liancheng naturally agreed, "It's okay, as long as you are filming, just call me."

Qian Wensheng laughed loudly, "It's not enough now, you have to take care of it, and I'll send you the script on WeChat later, if you want to succeed, we will continue to cooperate."

The celebration banquet lasted until late at night, and at the end they were all cheerful, and many people found cooperation opportunities.

It's been a long time since I checked into the hotel, Liancheng will fly back to Beijing tomorrow.

Even Cheng joined the filming group these days, and Darren has not been idle.

The studio signed two new artists. Darren found a few crews, packed them up and sent them to play supporting roles. Now the studio doesn't have any good resources, and it has to start from the bottom.

Back home, Liancheng began to pack up the letters sent by fans in the past few months.

Darren told him everything about the studio.

Suddenly, Liancheng stopped looking through, and he opened a box, a glass bottle, which contained dried purple mulberries.

He sat cross-legged on the ground, opened the glass bottle, and found that there was even a faint fragrance of Sophora japonica in it.

Stir the dried mulberries with your fingers, and there are also dried Sophora japonica flowers between them.

It was sent by a little movie fan.

Liancheng stuffed one into his mouth, it was sweet and sour.

Darren, however, stopped his movements as if he had seen a ghost, "Why do you eat everything!"

"What if it is sent by black fans!"

Although it is unlikely.

Liancheng gave him a sideways look, got up and put the bottle back in the bedroom.

"When is Dr. Zhao free?"

"She has time in the afternoon, and it's still the same place."

In September, it was still hot.Liancheng was wrapped up like a mummy, no one could tell who he was.

Darren drove him to the suburbs himself.There is a small villa on the hillside in the outskirts. The villa is pink and blue, surrounded by large flowers.

Entering the small yard surrounded by a fence, the first thing that catches the eye is a vegetable field grown by oneself.

A middle-aged man in a wheelchair saw Liancheng and Darren, and greeted him with a smile, "Long time no see, Xiaoman is waiting for you inside."

He is the husband of Liancheng's psychiatrist Zhao Man, Gao Xu. It is said that he had a car accident in college and had a high degree of amputation.

Darren stayed outside.

Liancheng entered the villa alone and went up to the second floor.

Zhao Man is a woman full of intellectual temperament. She is sitting at the desk writing something, and when she hears the voice, she raises her head just right.

"Finished the filming?" She asked as simply as if Liancheng had returned from shopping for vegetables.

Liancheng took off his disguise, closed the door, and sat on the chair opposite Zhao Man.

He didn't answer Zhao Man, and Zhao Man didn't care.

She was busy with her own affairs, and it wasn't until half an hour later that she breathed a sigh of relief and stood up straight from the desk.

He looked at Liancheng with gentle eyes.

"You lost a lot of weight, do you weigh 120 now?"

Zhao Man is about 40 years old, well-maintained, fair-skinned, has no children, and is still slender.She leaned back on the chair with a faint smile on her face. The trials and tribulations brought by life did not make her more hostile, but made her more tolerant and gentle.

Just sitting next to her, without saying anything, Liancheng would feel at ease.

He seemed to let go of all his defenses, as if answering the elder's kind greeting, "No."

"It seems that you have had a bad life recently." Zhao Man got up, walked to the cabinet, poured a cup of tea and handed it to him, "Is this scene difficult?"

I have known Liancheng for six years, and the number of times he has come can be counted on the fingers.

Liancheng frowned, as if it took a lot of effort to understand, "It's not all because of the drama."

"Oh?" Zhao Man's smile deepened, "Why is that?"

Liancheng couldn't answer, he felt that somewhere in his life a subtle change had taken place.

But he doesn't know where.

"So you are panicked because of some unknown changes, right?" Zhao Man looked at him gently.

Liancheng looked at the scented tea in the cabinet and nodded slightly.

Zhao Man tapped on the table and changed the subject, "I recently read a pretty good story, do you want to listen to it?"

Their chatting is billed by the hour, and it costs 5000 yuan an hour.

If it was someone else, they would definitely feel that Zhao Man was delaying time on purpose.

But Liancheng immediately agreed, "Say it."

"There was a boy who lived underground with his mother. As long as he could remember, he and his mother were the only ones in his world. Every day, the sunlight would briefly stay in their room from the ground, which made The boy was full of curiosity, he wondered what the outside world would be like."

Liancheng listened carefully, while Zhao Man spoke slowly, watching his expression carefully.

"Every time he asks his mother, his mother will show a horrified expression and tell him that the ground is hell and it is full of all kinds of terrible things. If people go out and stand on the ground, they will die soon. "

The boy's mother goes out from the ground every day to find food.

She will close the door.The boy was worried about his mother, but he could only kneel on the ground and pray for her, hoping that she would return safely.

Until one day, the boy's mother never came back after going out.

"He waited for a long time in the basement, trying to look out through the cracks where the sunlight came in."

"He matched a pair of eyes, which belonged to another child. The child asked him curiously why he was underground."

Liancheng clenched his fingers, and his drooping eyelashes trembled slightly.

Zhao Man saw his reaction in his eyes, and continued: "The child told him that there are no monsters in the outside world at all, and everyone can live happily on the ground."

"The story ends here."

Lian Cheng looked confused, "Is there any more?"

"This is an open story." Zhao Man picked up a children's picture book from the table. "When a child came last week, he gave this to me."

She put the picture book in Liancheng's hands, and gently stroked his back, "I didn't answer that child, why don't you think of an ending for me, okay?"