My artist wants to quit the entertainment industry every day

Chapter 149 I am me, a firework with different colors
"Someone calling?"

Everyone was stunned for a while, looking for the sound and entering the room, they saw that it was actually the voice from the phone that was questioned whether it was a prop during the day.

Jingle Bell!
The phone is still ringing, and the voice is not low.

"This thing actually works!"

He Jiong looked surprised, then picked up the receiver, adjusted his voice and said, "Hi, hello, here, this is the Mushroom House."

"[-]% of the calls are from tomorrow's guests."

Although Huang Lei didn't hear what He Jiong said in the room, he also made a guess.

"Really? I'll go and see."

When Zhang Zifeng heard it, he was very interested, so he brought Xiao H into the house.

"Nowadays, if you are a guest during the Chinese New Year or in normal times, you will usually call in advance directly, so as not to be inconvenient there after you go." Huang Lei said.

"Yeah, after the popularity of mobile phones, communication has become easier."

Although Chi Yu didn't visit relatives during the Chinese New Year, he usually visited other people's homes.

"Communication is easy."

Huang Lei smiled and said, "But now many people don't like to communicate."

Chi Yu nodded, this is indeed a common phenomenon: "They are all immersed in the Internet, sitting on the ground and traveling [-] miles a day, surveying the sky and looking at a thousand rivers in the distance. The real scholar knows the world without going out."

"Each age has its own way of life."

"Isn't it?"

In the pavilion, Chi Yu and Huang Lei were the only two people left, enjoying the night breeze, drinking beer, and chatting about some innocuous words.

After a while, He Jiong and Zhang Zifeng came out one after the other, smiling.

"Is it tomorrow's guest?" Huang Lei asked.

He Jiong nodded: "Yes, tomorrow's guest."

"Jingjiong, who wants to come?"

Huang Lei and He Jiong are old friends for many years. In private, when they are in a relaxed state, they always call him Jiongjiong.

He Jiong shook his head: "I didn't hear it. I don't know if it was a voice changer added to the phone, or a voice changing software on the other side. It's just three people who ordered three dishes."

"Can you still order food?" Huang Lei was stunned.

It just doesn't make sense!

I am the head of the family, not a cook in a restaurant!
Huang Lei asked angrily: "What did you order? We don't have any ingredients! If you want to eat, let him bring his own ingredients!"

Bringing ingredients is definitely not acceptable.

It is estimated that the program group will immediately give out the rules that have been thought up on the spur of the moment.

"Well, I also told people that you can order whatever you want, but we will cook with the ingredients."

"Haha, then the other party is still so angry?"

He Jiong smiled and said: "Three people, the first one is a girl, and ordered a stewed chicken with mushrooms."

"Chicken stewed with mushrooms? No chicken, no mushrooms, vermicelli, well, it seems that there are no." Huang Lei wrote it down, and analyzed the main ingredients.

"Is this probably from the Northeast?" Chi Yu asked.

"Very likely. Sister, take two more cans of beer."

Huang Lei saw that the beer in the cup was gone, and the beer on the table was also drunk, so he asked Zhang Zifeng to get the beer, and asked He Jiong, "Where is the second person?"

"The second one is simple, old capital fried noodles."

"Well, it sounds like a person from the capital."

Huang Lei nodded. The noodles with fried sauce are easy to make, but they are still on the ingredients, so he continued to ask, "What about the third dish?"

"Beef brisket in clear soup."

"Beef brisket in clear soup? This is Xiangjiang cuisine."

"One Northeast, one Beijing, one Xiangjiang, what kind of combination is this?"

"No matter what the combination is, what about the ingredients?"

Huang Lei finished pouring a can of beer, took a big sip, and said with a frown, "We can't continue with scallion pancakes tomorrow, right? That's not like entertaining guests."

After listening to the rest, it was too late.

He Jiong thought: "These things must be bought in the market. But there is no money. The program group said that agricultural and sideline products can be sold, but how can there be agricultural and sideline products to sell now?"

At this time, the director Wang Zhengyu said: "Oh, I forgot to tell you, the show starts, and you still have a start-up fund."

"Rich? Why didn't you say you have money earlier?!" Huang Lei became angry when he heard it.

"How many?" He Jiong asked quickly.

"Not much, just 200."

"What can 200 do?"

"Just 200, love or not."

As soon as it got dark, director Wang Zhengyu became hardened.

Don't be afraid at all, the three men in Mushroom House will use the power of alcohol to put him in a dilemma.

"200 is 200, it's better than nothing."

Huang Lei said, after drinking, he got up and said, "Jiongjiong, you ask Wang Zhengyu for money, I'll go back and take a shower."

At this point, the recording can be regarded as a short paragraph.

I want a card, and then summarize the shortcomings of this day's shooting, and then continue shooting.

Of course, if you edit later, there will definitely not be these pictures.

"How are you feeling, everyone?"

Wang Zhengyu asked with a smile, completely no longer the stingy and unreasonable before.

Now he is the program director of "Longing for Life".

"It's good. If it's just this rhythm, I think it's good."

Huang Lei said: "Compared to the brains and hands of the extreme challenge, this program just cooks and eats, which is very good."

Chatting privately, you are all acquaintances, so you don't have to worry too much.

"When I first had the concept of this show, I wanted to spend a day in the village with my friends. Now that the show is done like this, I think it's perfect." He Jiong said.

This program was definitely his flash of inspiration after watching "The Mountain".

Then slowly form a big idea, find people, form a program group, do planning, and then it becomes today's program recording.

Chi Yu and Zhang Zifeng just listened. As juniors, they only listened and did not express their opinions.

But obviously, Wang Zhengyu wasn't going to let them go.

"Chi Yu, tell me."

"I think it's pretty good too."

Chi Yu originally wanted to perfunctory, but Wang Zhengyu asked: "This show was originally made by Mr. He and you. You two decided to do it. You should talk more."

This matter really has nothing to do with me!

It is entirely the words of Mr. He's family, I just voted for it at the time!

Chi Yu is innocent.

But this is the first time he participated in a variety show as a resident, and it can be regarded as one of the main creators.

So I thought about it and said: "I think the whole process, compared to other outdoor variety shows, is it a little too dull?"

Yes, sitting down and thinking about the material that may be captured in the camera, Chi Yu felt very dull.

Clear soup with little water.

Wang Zhengyu smiled and said: "The movie "The Mountain" is also very dull, right? But after it is played on the currency station, the amount of barrage can be amazing."

This is true. After "The Mountain" was released, various video platforms later bought the rights to broadcast online. After it was free, when netizens watched it, a lot of bullet screens popped up.

"Actually, it's still the starting point we mentioned. Many people began to yearn to move from the city to the countryside, breathe the natural air, and find their inner voice."

The one who spoke at this time was the producer of the show, Hong Tao.

He is also the producer and director of The Singer.

He said with a smile: "We did conduct a survey during the pre-production of the program, and the results were very gratifying. 40.00% of the people wanted to stay away from the hustle and bustle and live in seclusion."

"The current pace of life is indeed too fast." He Jiong said.

"There are also words such as social animals, lying flat, and beating workers, all of which are collective resistance to this fast-paced society. After the confrontation, only a few new words can be created, and then continue to be social animals and beating workers. "

It's sad, but realistic.

"Actually, many people are still looking forward to this slow-paced daily life. They can't participate, so the audience becomes a luxury." Hong Tao said.

"Also, ours may be a food show."

Wang Zhengyu smiled at this time, looking back at the previous shots, he said: "You may feel that you didn't do anything today, but chopping firewood, washing vegetables, especially the last prepared scallion pancakes and rapeseed pancakes, under the gourmet filter of the camera, To be honest, I was drooling."

Say it to him, a gourmet show?
"Come on, there's just one piece left."

As soon as He Jiong heard this, he handed the last piece of scallion pancake to Wang Zhengyu.

"..." Wang Zhengyu couldn't tell whether he was moved or speechless.

Chi Yu thought for a while and said nothing.

He couldn't see the final result, just like when filming "The Wandering Earth", he didn't know what the final result of the program would look like.

Maybe, it ended up being a tofu soup with spinach and cabbage.

Perhaps, the pearl jade white jade soup was finally made.

……

The next morning, at five o'clock, Chi Yu woke up.

The sky was only slightly brighter.

At this time, the staff hadn't gotten up yet, and no one was following him, so he walked along the path to the end.

At the end is a small reservoir, with mountains on both sides, and lush bamboo forests grow on the mountains.

On the embankment of the reservoir, he slowly completed a set of boxing, which was still his unknown boxing technique.

After the physical activity started, Chi Yu started to do some hip-hop moves, and he seemed to have a solid look, and he had some basic skills.

These were taught by the teacher after the filming of "Book on Pillow".

At that time, inside the company, everyone was surprised when they heard that Chi Yu was going to learn pop dance.

In their impression, Chi Yu seems to be the kind who wears costumes or ancient costumes, even if he dances, it's the kind of classical sword dance.

But pop dance?
They really couldn't imagine what it would be like for an actor who could sing "It's too late to tell a story so ups and downs" and dance a pop dance.

Even Su Aifei was a little surprised.

She thought that when she was in Seoul, Chi Yu just mentioned it casually, but she didn't expect that she would bring up the old matter again, and even had to take action.

She has no choice but to find a teacher, which is not difficult.

It's not easy to learn at first.

Just like when he first learned to sing pop songs, his martial arts foundation made it difficult for him to grasp the rhythm, explosive power and control of pop dance for a while.

But everything works together.

Because of his martial arts background, after accepting the concept of pop dance, he was out of control, almost devouring it, and quickly learned pop dance and some related dance types.

In addition, Chi Yu's body proportions are very good, with long legs, long arms, long hands, and smooth muscle lines. When he dances pop dances, he has a special charm.

"Seems like a natural dancer."

The teacher who taught Chi Yu saw that Chi Yu went from being at a loss, to mastering the key, and finally comprehended it by analogy, and said this with emotion.

"However, now it seems that there is no stage for you to perform." Su Aifei said.

"I really like the feeling of dancing. If I used to boxing before, I may be used to it, and it is difficult to find the feeling of making me emotional again. But dancing a pop dance is completely different."

After dancing one section at a time, Chi Yu said: "It allowed me to find the feeling of rapid heartbeat, blood boiling, and body heat."

That being said, it's actually quite a sad thing.

Martial arts, kung fu, have changed from killing skills to acting skills. Sometimes, it's better to dance a popular dance, which can make people's blood boil.

"call--"

After dancing for about half an hour, Dongfang already had a white belly.

Going back along the embankment of the reservoir, the humidity in the space, the dew on the grass on the roadside, and the occasional birdsong in the bamboo forest made Chi Yu's scalding body slowly cool down, and finally returned to calm.

Back in the yard, open the side door, and saw a staff member carrying a camera and preparing to go out.

Chi Yu recognized that this was the video camera brother who followed him and greeted him with a smile: "Morning, you woke up so early?"

The big cameraman was crying: "Teacher Chi Yu, you woke up earlier, why didn't you call me? I want to follow you."

"I'm just going to exercise in the morning, don't you need to shoot?"

"I want to shoot. Even if you think it is inconvenient to shoot, at least we will shoot some distant scenes, or shots of you going to exercise in the morning, so that we can have richer materials."

"Okay then, I'll get up tomorrow and call you."

"Could it be a little later, like now?"

"Alright, it's 05:30 now, how about starting at [-]:[-]? After I finish my morning exercise, you can go back to sleep for a little sleep."

"I thank you!"

The camera brother wants to cry but has no tears.

There is no way, for such an entertainer who is used to getting up early and completely out of line with the life rhythm of modern young people, he can only change his biological clock accordingly.

Then Chi Yu went back to the house, took a cold shower, changed into clean clothes, took a white book and diary, and went to the thatched pavilion in the yard.

The beer made him a little dizzy last night, and he kept discussing the content of the show, summarizing the shooting problems of the first day, and some suggestions, and he didn't go to bed until almost twelve o'clock.

In addition, he and Huang Lei and He Jiong slept in the same room, and there was no desk, so he could only get up now and write last night's diary.

What the hell!

Does anyone still keep a diary now?

The big cameraman was stunned when he saw it. He couldn't miss this, he had to take it, and he had thought about it, and he took a picture of a quiet and handsome man writing a diary quietly.

"Well, don't take this one close up."

Chi Yu glanced at the camera brother who was about to push the camera over, and quickly stopped him.

The camera brother was a little disappointed, but he still asked: "Then I can take some medium and long-range shots, right?"

Chi Yu nodded, there was nothing to stop this.

He is writing a diary, and he is not doing something shady, as long as the content in it is not photographed—although it is not a secret, it is still his own.

There are only the two of them in this courtyard.

Everyone else was resting. On the second floor, there was a slight snoring sound. It was He Jiong and Huang Lei. What they heard in the room was like thunder.

If Chi Yu hadn't gotten used to it, he would definitely not be able to fall asleep.

The big cameraman asked curiously: "Have you always kept a diary?"

"That's right. I write at least a few sentences every day, there are a few sentences, and if there are many, I write thousands of words."

"One sentence, what can one sentence write?"

"Let me read a sentence to you. It just so happens that this sentence is not something to keep secret."

Chi Yu smiled, then turned a few pages forward, pointed to a basic sentence, and said, "Pat paipai, papa every day, papa!"

"..."

The video camera of the big brother shook: "Brother, your diary is a bit unserious, isn't it? It doesn't match your personality."

"What kind of character design? How can I have someone design it?"

Chi Yu shook his head with a smile, and said again: "Even if there is, it may be me in your impression, but I am me, a firework with a different color."

"That's a good sentence."

Although the camera brother has no literary talents, he has also studied in high school and has done poetry reading comprehension.

As soon as he heard it, he felt that what Chi Yu said was very unusual.

Chi Yu was stunned for a moment, then smiled, and wrote down the flash of inspiration just now in his diary, and said: "It's just for rhyme, it's a good sentence."

When he said this, his eyes happened to catch the word color in the diary.

Then Yu casually said this sentence.

Afterwards, the big cameraman didn't ask any more questions, and Chi Yu sat down and made some memories, and then summarized some thoughts from yesterday's episode shooting, plus the discussion of everyone in the evening, into his diary.

As long as it is not complaining, such as the diary of one or two sentences of "pat, pat, pat every day, pat a fart", "after dinner, play cards, a total of three games, a big loss. Play cards at night, win".

In most cases, Chi Yu's diary is more like reading life notes every day.

I wrote more than one page and drew a full stop.

Take a deep breath, moist and cool.

Then he opened the white and nameless book, and there was an inner seal inside, and the name was The Martian.

However, this is not Lao Zhao's script, but a science fiction novel co-written by the aerospace worker named Luo Nan, Lao Zhao, and him on the basis of the script.

Compared with the script, the dry goods in it are full.

Of course, Chi Yu played a lot more role in the writing process of this book than he did in "Buried Alive".

In the process of writing the script and writing the book, Lao Zhao and Luo Nan, one of pure arts and one of pure science, inevitably, one hoped that the plot would be good-looking, and the other hoped that it would be technically reasonable.

So a contradiction arises.

The role of Chi Yu is to neutralize some of the essential conflicting ideas between the two, and to propose ideas that can satisfy both the good-looking plot and reasonable technology.

Thinking of those days and nights when discussing books and scripts, Chi Yu found it funny.

Convincing Luo Nan is much more difficult than convincing Lao Zhao.

Fortunately, the script was finally completed and the book was successfully written.

Chi Yu is now reading this unpublished book, which is considered a review, picking out the unreasonable or unreasonable parts that were ignored by the three of them.

Secondly, it is natural to understand the script more through novels.

At this time, the sun had just come out of the sky, and in the cold morning light, Chi Yu was sitting under the thatched pavilion, reading a book by the dim light.

In the lens of the big cameraman, there is an image of a quiet and handsome man.

Until the birds gradually started to quarrel and the sun faded out of the horizon, Chi Yu stuffed the bookmark to the place he had just seen, closed the book, and went back to the house with the book and diary.

A new day is just beginning.

　1 more chapter tonight!Thank you for reading the newspaper, reading the newspaper, and Xihe's monthly pass! !
　　
　
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