The entertainment industry is sober

Chapter 115

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Lu Yi rolled up the sleeves of his military overcoat and moved towards the heater fan.

It's really hard work in the middle of the night in this cold weather!

Ni Bingyan looked at the little old man wearing a hat in front of him, and couldn't hide his admiration in his eyes!
I just saw him at Chili Terrace a while ago, and I didn’t expect to see him again in a public service advertisement. For someone his age, is the workload too much?

"Don't say it! As soon as you open your mouth, I know what you're going to say. Say I'm prolific like a sow? Or do you mean we are destined? We always meet?"

Lu Yi squeezed the cigarette in his hand and pinned it behind his ear, his old face couldn't hide his complacency.

Ni Bingyan was speechless.

Before she could speak, she let him finish everything.

The script written by this little old man is famous for his incisive lines, and his usual speech is like an electric drill installed in his mouth, which makes people's brain hurt.

But Ni Bingyan didn't find him annoying, but only found him interesting.

Ni Bingyan chuckled: "You guessed it wrong, I just want to say that you are old and talented, and you can write whatever you want, and it is a wonderful script. Next time you write a new one, you can secretly tell me on WeChat, and I will fight for yours again." heroine..."

Lu Yi snorted twice: "That's not right! Otherwise, my hair will fall like this, it's not worth it!"

Seeing that he is not humble, he accepts all the compliments, but never mentions work, Ni Bingyan didn't say anything, just chatted with him with a smile:

"Haha, otherwise, why would there be such a clever statement?"

"You are rare, what you think in your heart, what you say in your mouth."

As a bald old man, he would not like to hear such words on weekdays, but Ni Bingyan's words are not annoying.

"In front of you, I dare not tell lies."

"If you tell lies, I don't care about you! Hmph!"

It is said that "a clear understanding of the world is knowledge, and a mastery of human feelings is an article." People who write well in this article always see people and things with a certain degree of transparency.

Someone like Mr. Lu, who is almost 70 years old and has written scripts for most of his life, has extremely sharp eyes.

His wife had a cerebral hemorrhage the year before last, and he was impatient to take care of his grandson at home, so he wandered around in various production groups all day long, seeing too many people of all kinds every day, but there were very few people who could chat with him like this.

It is now 11 o'clock in the evening, and there is no one on the closed road.

All departments were ready, and Ni Bingyan huddled in the temporary shed with the old man, holding a warm handbag.

Under their feet, a heating fan whistled against their legs, but it wasn't that cold.

Tonight, they are going to shoot a public service announcement.

Ni Bingyan plays a young girl who works overtime until midnight, but loses her job because the company is bankrupt.

She was going to take a taxi later, and then met the taxi driver played by actor Zhang Ji.

"Okay, it's almost time, let's go! Stop talking to my old man here. You don't think it's cold, but I think my mouth is cold! Ouch! It's snowing!"

Mr. Lu held on to his hat and looked up at the sky.

Under the dim street lamps, the crystal snowflakes fluttered and fell, getting bigger and bigger in the blink of an eye, as if someone was throwing salt in the sky.

"It's time to count the days."

Ni Bingyan stretched out her hand, and the snowflakes fell on her snow-white palm, turning into crystal drops in the blink of an eye.

"Heroine! Is the heroine ready? Come on! The filming has started!"

The director was very excited when he saw Xue Hua, and started calling people with a loudspeaker.

"I'm coming!"

This is the first time this director is working together. Ni Bingyan didn't know his temper, so she didn't dare to be negligent, so she handed Lu Yi a hot water bottle and ran over in the blink of an eye.

"Oh! This little girl!"

Lu Yi wanted to chase after him, but stopped after running two steps: "Forget it, I'm too old, I need to keep it for you."

He directly ignored Duanmuli who was waiting at the side, with his hands clasped in a warm water bag, his mouth raised high, and he walked slowly to the director's side.

He has been in the industry for decades, and all the famous directors in the circle respect him.

Seeing him coming, the director smiled and called "Teacher Lu", and Lu Yi waved his hand with a smile: "You are busy with your work, I will wait on the sidelines, and call me when you need me."

The director nodded, and greeted him with a loudspeaker:
"Attention all departments, let's start the first game!"

All departments began to operate, and the field record was hit.

Ni Bingyan hugged the folder and shuffled out of the office building not far away, yawning as she walked.

When she came to the side of the road, she looked up at the sky with red eyes, stomped her feet again, and only stretched out her hand to stop when the taxi was approaching.

"Girl, where are you going?"

"No. 886, Happiness Lane."

"Okay! Put on your seat belt!"

The car was well heated, and soon a layer of fog formed on the round glasses of the girl.

She froze for a moment, took off her glasses, took out the eye cloth, and wiped it gently.

After wiping my glasses, I took out a piece of paper and wiped my eyes lightly. As a result, I wiped more and more tears.

"Girl, what's the matter?"

I have to say that Zhang Ji's acting skills are very good. He first looked and looked in the rearview mirror to make sure the girl was crying.

The girl immediately turned her head to look at the sky.

It's like you don't even want people to find out that you're crying.

The driver warmly relieved: "Young people, you can be vulnerable once in a while."

Young people are always like this, stubborn and pitiful.

The person who usually looks at the sky with his neck stuck up, and tears would flow to his heart, suddenly collapsed because of a stranger's words.

The girl burst into tears, pouring out while crying:

"The company is yellow again, and I'm looking for a new job again..."

The driver glanced at her through the rearview mirror from time to time, and he sighed after a long time: "Oh!"

This sigh seemed to say, you are in trouble, I am in trouble, and we are all in trouble.

All the hard work is for living!

The girl's eyes swept over the meter from time to time, her voice filled with despair:

"After graduating this year, in just a few months, I have already worked in three companies. I don't want to lose this job. I work overtime until late every day, but the company is understaffed and the business is not good..."

"How much do you usually pay for a taxi?"

"Three, 32."

The master driver reached out and pressed the meter down.

On the small screen, the red numbers stopped.

It shows 32:00.

That's the end of the commercial.

Ni Bingyan knows that as the car goes away here, the epilogue of the advertisement will be inserted later.

"Love is like a firefly, warming you and me."

This advertisement is to appeal to everyone to show more love to strangers and be more tolerant to young people.

"Come on! Change the camera and do it again! Lighting! This time we mainly shoot close-ups!"

"it is good!"

The first scene went very well at the beginning, everyone's morale was boosted, and it snowed again. The filming was warm and beautiful, and the director was very satisfied.

Then I went back and forth to dig out the details, and I didn't stop working until three o'clock in the morning.

The crew invited them to drink a cup of hot eight-treasure porridge. Ni Bingyan said goodbye to the seniors politely before getting in the car and going home.

The car drove to the gate of the community, it was already past five o'clock, yesterday's paparazzi had long since disappeared, Ni Bingyan yawned, feeling extremely fulfilled.

No matter how explosive the scandal is, it can only be discussed for a few days, but a classic public service advertisement will be discussed for a long time.

Any fool knows how to do it more cost-effectively.

　After you get sun, how many days will you be well?I can't figure out why I feel so uncomfortable after so long.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)