number one idol

Chapter 540 Ma Jiaqi Benqi

Zhang Xuran's house.

In the living room, the light from the window poured in through the gaps in the half-opened curtains, and Sweet Potato lazily stretched its paws in the sun.

He Xiao sat on the sofa opposite Zhang Xuran, holding the cup of herbal tea in his hand, and looked at Zhang Xuran who hadn't changed from four or five years ago.

The latter threw his legs on the coffee table, with a peaked cap on his head, lowered his head, chewing gum in his mouth, just like when the two first met.

"So, you are a literary film that wants to win an award?"

"Yes."

Zhang Xuran had already learned some information from He Xiao, so he blew up a big bubble, licked the corner of his lips after it burst, and said, "You should find a professional for this kind of film, I don't have much acting skills."

"It's fine if you act in your true colors, um... this role is very similar to you." He Xiao replied.

Zhang Xuran wondered, "Like me? Be more specific."

"Her name is Ma Jiaqi. I didn't set her age, but her temper is just like yours, and her mouth is also very smelly." He Xiao rubbed his chin and said seriously.

"?" Zhang Xuran stared.

I am a delicate girl who brushes her teeth three times a day, you say my mouth smells bad?

He Xiao automatically ignored the death gaze from Zhang Xuran, took out the crude version of the script from his handbag, and put it in front of Zhang Xuran, "You will know after reading it, if you have time, you can also try to write a short biography, believe you Will take on the role faster."

Zhang Xuran looked displeased, picked up the script and glanced at the title on it, and said with contempt: "The unknown? What the hell name, is it the heroine?"

"A genuine heroine!" He Xiao slapped his chest in a vow.

"What occupation?"

"Unemployed, high paraplegic, stay at home every day."

"?"

Zhang Xuran shook Zhenghuan's motor legs, and his eyes widened with anger, "My mother is a bitch! You let me play a wheelchair? Are you dead? You deserve it! You deserve to be followed by paparazzi every day, even if you die No one will send you to your death! Only Lao Tzu will ring the bell on your grave!"

And hearing Zhang Xuran's shout, He Xiao's eyes lit up immediately, because he looked very much like Ma Jiaqi in "The Unknown", and that feeling came out all at once.

The key is that the scolding rhymes.

"It's simply Ma Jiaqi Benqi."

Not only was He Xiao not angry, but he even gave him a thumbs up. There was no need to adjust, and it was no problem to start shooting directly.

As for being scolded, He Xiao didn't care. He was used to living in the same building for three or four years.

Besides, in this era when parents can't be protected at least, and the family tree can ascend to heaven at worst, and everyone can say hello from Zaan, every modern person has a strong ability to withstand stress, and the degree of bad mouth is not a big deal.

Zhang Xuran hadn't exerted all his strength, if He Xiao collapsed, then he wouldn't be a director for long, and sooner or later he would die of anger on the set.

"By the way, are you speaking Sichuan dialect or Rongcheng dialect?" He Xiao suddenly remembered something and asked.

"Turtle son! I haven't scolded you enough, don't change the subject!" Zhang Xuran frowned, thinking that He Xiao was playing 36 tricks.

He Xiao quickly explained: "Sister, I'm serious. I plan to shoot this movie in the southwestern dialect. If the expectations are good, you should be the only one who will do it."

Zhang Xuran stopped talking when she heard this, and she snorted, "Every city, Yunguichuan does not separate families."

"Then listen to what I'm talking about." He Xiao recalled the lines in the movie, imitated their tone, said something casually, and looked at Zhang Xuran expectantly.

In the end, Zhang Xuran's face was full of disgust, and a basin of cold water was poured down from head to toe, "Damn it, you can speak Hammer dialect, you really don't look like anything!"

"..." He Xiao slapped his forehead. As a native of the Northeast, it is indeed a bit far-fetched for him to speak the Southwest dialect, but the whole dialect dialogue in this movie is the essence. He pestered Zhang Xuran to listen to a few words in his loose dialect, and asked her to distinguish them.

Zhang Xuran said helplessly, "It's all right, let's not talk about it, I get it."

As if trying to identify it, Zhang Xuran raised his head after a few seconds, "It's a bit like Rongcheng dialect, and it's a bit like Guizhou dialect. Your melon son's speech is too substandard. I can only guess these."

"That should be the dialect of your province."

He Xiao touched his chin. Hearing what Zhang Xuran said, he remembered that in the world of black mobile phones, this movie was shot in "Bridge City" in Guizhou Province.

"Can you speak the dialect of your province? Can you teach me?"

Zhang Xuran let out a chuckle, "Why do I want to teach you a bastard, how much will you give me?"

"The salary is 800 million!"

He Xiao stretched out his thumb and index finger, making a gesture of eight.

Zhang Xuran was so frightened that he didn't swallow the chewing gum, "You pay such a high salary for newcomers, aren't you afraid of losing money?"

"My sister Zhang is worth the price!"

"You think I'm worth the price?"

"I said you are worth the price!"

"Then I'm fucking worth the price!"

Zhang Xuran retracted his legs, leaned forward and said, "I can teach you the dialect, but I don't want the salary, but it has been agreed in advance that I can only teach the dialect of the provincial capital in your province, and I can't teach you in other cities."

"There are many kinds of dialects in your province?" He Xiao was surprised.

"Of course, each region is different, but now the language in the Southwest Mandarin area has been gradually developed and unified under the influence of Mandarin."

He Xiao didn't expect so many dialects to be separated in one province. After all, they all speak the same language in the three northeastern provinces.

"Okay, then you can teach me the provincial capital."

Nodding his head, He Xiao and Zhang Xuran settled the matter.

After he returned home tonight, he would start writing detailed scripts and character dialogues. He didn't need to learn all the dialects, he only needed to read his own lines out of Guizhou.

The same goes for other actors. It is not easy to master a dialect. No one can master it completely in a short period of time. When filming, they must learn a line and read a line.

Filming in this way must be tiring and time-consuming, but as a professional actor, you can't give up because of trouble, let alone find dubbing in the later stage. Only authentic movies are applauded.

He Xiao has already made plans. This movie is different from popcorn movies like "Charlotte's Annoyance". He has set a production cycle of more than four months, and strives to be released during the Spring Festival at the beginning of next year.

As for the box office, He Xiao knew that he would definitely not lose money, but he didn't set his goal too high. After all, it was a literary film, so it was not aimed at the box office at all, even though the film had a lot of black humor.

After another lunch at Zhang Xuran's house, amidst her cursing, He Xiao leisurely left the floor that carried his four years of memories.

The heroine Ma Jiaqi, get it done!
(End of this chapter)