Is this class the one I should take?

When it was dark, they arrived on the set.

The director attached great importance to tonight's play, and urged them to change clothes and put on makeup as soon as they got out of the car.

Xiao Tao didn't need to go, he just had to watch on the set.The director asked him to submit the photos, and then drove Lu Shubei and the others to the dressing room.

Since it's a funeral, it's fine to wear a black suit.Lu Shubei entered the small room first, and was a little troubled by the row of suits hanging:

Which should I wear?

A Zhuo next to him didn't hesitate at all.The man went straight up, picked up the suits, counted something, took the seventh suit from the left, and took it off with a blank expression.

Under Lu Shubei's probing gaze, he put his hand into the pocket of his suit jacket and said softly:

"It's the clothes assigned to me by the system. Vintage, do you know what that means?"

As he spoke, he took out a list from his pocket, shook, and his complexion became snow-white:

"It's clothes worn by other people. You see—"

Lu Shubei saw clearly the shocking content on the list.

Death certificate stained with blood.

Clothes worn by the deceased.

I don't know if it's a coincidence or what, but the name of the deceased is the same as the name of the dead black boss in today's play.

Lu Shubei saw A Zhuo taking off his clothes tremblingly, and was about to put on this suit jacket. His expression was so tragic that others wanted to cry in sympathy.

After several failed attempts with trembling hands, A Zhuo finally put on the suit and stood there numbly.

And Lu Shubei also thought of something at this time, went out, asked for a pen and paper, came back, and began to write on the table.

After finishing writing, he walked towards Ah Zhuo and stuffed the paper into his pocket: "When it's critical, look at me and read it out."

Lu Shubei added: "Doing this will warm your heart and make you less afraid."

Today, Lu Shubei finally knew what professional photography is like.

However, he had very few scenes. In front of the mourning hall, he was stabbed from behind when he just knelt down, and fell to the ground.

cloudy day.rainstorm.In the mourning hall with white candles lit, three men in black suits were drawn to their swords, and an innocent Lu Shubei fell to the ground.

Not far away, Xiao Tao was sitting on a stool. He looked at the enshrined portrait of himself, and then at the men who were arguing endlessly because of him, his pupils trembled.

Another actor ran over to check on Lu Shubei's injuries, and at the same time looked angrily at the man who was holding a knife, the tip of which was still bleeding: "Xiao Le, are you crazy? Why are you doing this?"

The person called Xiao Le threw away the knife, looked at the portrait, and laughed wildly while looking at the people present: "I have suspected for a long time, the death of the boss is definitely not that simple."

"You—" He took out another knife, pointed at this person, and then pointed at A Zhuo who was standing beside him, "And you! Which one of you killed the boss?"

A Zhuo was suddenly pointed at by the knife, subconsciously stepped back, and knocked down the table directly.

So far, the actors have played freely according to the director's wishes.

This is what the director wanted!The underworld, the entanglement of love and hatred!

The director was so excited that he patted his own thigh, accidentally patted Xiao Tao's thigh next to him, and smiled apologetically.

The drama here is still going on.

The man supporting Lu Shubei wanted to grab Xiao Le's knife, but the man's eyes were red, and he was close to losing his mind. After he stood up, he could only squat back, trying to comfort him:

"Xiao Le, calm down..."

And Xiao Le asked him, why should he be calm.

Xiao Le patted her chest: "When I was sold by my gambler father, it was the boss who saved me. I have to figure out his affairs."

After all, he remembered something: "I checked, just last month, the boss's card was inexplicably missing 20."

Gee.

In other words, the boss is still not doing well, and Kari was only transferred 20 yuan.Shouldn't the card total not exceed 100 million?

The actor made a mistake here and didn't give a reasonable number.

And at this time, it was A Zhuo's turn to perform, he couldn't just stand like this.

——Although judging from Azhuo's stiff posture, he seemed to prefer standing like this.

Lu Shubei, who was lying on the ground, made a panting appearance, and shouted desperately:

"How long will you keep it a secret?"

Hoarse, full of emotion.

This is an unspeakable, complicated story.

Xiao Tao who was sitting outside was shocked, and accidentally slapped the director's thigh twice.

He didn't apologize to the director, because the next moment the director was so shocked that he slapped him twice, and they were even.

What none of them knew was that this was an appointment between Lu Shubei and A Zhuo.

A Zhuo got the cue and began to rummage through the pockets of his suit jacket.

He first rummaged through his left pocket, took out a death certificate, stumbled and read it, and then said:

"Boss, he really died of lung cancer! I told you not to smoke too much!"

Then, when the other actors were thinking about how to take over the scene, he flipped through his right pocket, took out the piece of paper that Lu Shubei gave him, looked at it a few times, felt a little moved, and said:

"This is a thank you letter I'm going to burn to the boss. I made up my mind yesterday, and I'm going to burn this in front of all of you today.

You all don't know, although I appear to be the younger brother of our gang, in fact I am a poor student who has been sponsored by the boss for a long time.The boss has always encouraged me, telling me not to mess around with the society and study hard. "

This time, Xiao Le, who was holding the knife, stopped moving.

The person who helped Lu Shubei press the wound didn't move, and the blood flowed all over the floor.

Azhuo found a little bit of acting, and even tears in his eyes:

"The boss on the hospital bed asked me to transfer the money. He said that he had long wanted to wash his hands and be a good person. Before he died, he wanted to donate a sum of money to poor children in the mountainous area."

If it was only Xiaotao who had the quake in his pupils at first, then everyone's pupils were quake now.

Except Lu Shubei and A Zhuo.

Lu Shubei slowly closed his eyes, and the camera gave him a close-up in time.

And A Zhuo looked at the two of them eagerly: "You can't live up to the boss' last wish!"

clatter.Xiao Le's knife fell off, he moved his mouth and then closed it again, after a long while, he choked out such a sentence: "Boss, we know we are wrong, we want to learn from you and be a person with positive energy..."

On the other side, the famous screenwriter couldn't help but ask the director:

"We're shooting a movie this time, not a party sketch, right?"