Chapter 572 Sit firmly in Mianshan and never leave!

  Qiu Jin made an angry rebuke just now, and Li Shixin heard everything in his ears.

  Although I don’t know why, this woman got into a fight with the crew. But combined with the following scenario, the above is not difficult to guess.

  Qiu Jin's mentality, he can roughly understand it.

  In the art circle, there is actually a chain of contempt. Play games such as drama and Peking opera are at the top of the chain of contempt, and their status is very high.

   But in any industry, those who are on the upper level of the contempt chain are often unhelpful.

  When a game has no mass audience and no market value, it has nothing to say except for its high profile and status.

  This principle applies to most businesses in this society.

  Let’s talk about the literary circle if you don’t talk far away; serious literature doesn’t look down on popular literature, and popular literature looks down on online literature.

  When a business has a mass audience, and the business is highly prosperous, every individual in the business will seek fame and fortune for himself. Who cares about the status?

  Beijing Opera is like this now.

  Without an audience, without mainstream recognition, even the most basic inheritance is at stake.

From the real glory to the present, there are not many good actors who can really get their hands on Peking Opera, and when learning Peking Opera can’t become famous, and it’s a problem to not even stand at the top of the industry pyramid and even support yourself is a problem, I am willing to enter this It is even more commendable to be a leader in his career and become a leader.

  However, few students who majored in Peking Opera can really shine in this business these years.

  People all want to eat rice, and high-ranking and status cannot be rice rice. Compared with the desolate Peking Opera market, the film and television industry, which is prosperous and easier for Peking Opera actors to intervene, is too tempting.

  Li Shixin can fully understand the feelings of Qiu Jin, as a teacher of Chinese opera, when he sees outstanding students like Sun Luoluo mixing in the crew.

  However, this does not delay his feeling that this woman's EQ and IQ are very low.

  "Uncle Master"

   Seeing Li Shixin behind him, Sun Luoluo squashed his mouth.

After filming the wronged little girl, Li Shixin stood in front of Qiu Jin, "Ms. Qiu, right? Do you know why Luo Luo came to participate in this movie? Do you know how many difficulties Luo Luo overcomes in this step? Do you know this? In order to adapt to the filming, how much did Luo Luo suffer?"

   Li Shixin is still wearing the appearance in the play.

   Facing this old man with braids and soot and sweat, Qiu Jin was speechless as soon as he came up.

   Seeing this stupid woman not speaking, Li Shixin smiled lightly.

   "If you don't understand anything, and become a shrew, it seems that you have sacrificed for your own career, and you seem to be noble?"

   Li Shixin's teasing made Qiu Jin flushed again, who had just calmed down.

  "What do you eat? What qualifications do you have to teach me?"

Seeing that Qiu Jin was about to have another attack, Liu Wenqiang, who heard the movement coming over, hurriedly stepped forward: "Hey, hey! Don't get excited! Don't get excited! Teacher Li, the set is ready, let's drive the next one. Field. That"

  Liu Wenqiang wanted to persuade him to make a few sentences, but after looking at Qiu Jin, he was embarrassed to find that he didn't know him at all, and waved to the crowd watching the excitement.

   "Don't **** be here? Are you here to watch the movie or come to film it? Work!"

  As Liu Wenqiang shouted, the crowd watching the excitement instantly turned into birds and beasts and dispersed.

  Knowing that the woman in front of him is Sun Luoluo’s teacher, Li Shixin didn’t intend to say too much.

  After all, the little girl has to go back to school after filming, right?

  Looking deeply at Qiu Jin, who was staring with anger, Li Shixin took Sun Luoluo, who was at a loss, and An Xiaoxiao, who was puffed up, back to the set.

In today’s second scene, Yu Changyin was in a conflict with Yihe Quan to protect the theater, and was finally severely injured. Shan watched the theater burned by a fire and entrusted the married class to his son Yu Wenshan. This is the end.

  Because of the need to show the burning theater, the set side has put a green screen on the part of the studio that needs post-processing.

  After a small disturbance on the set, everyone returned to the set to make some preparations, and Liu Wenqiang announced the start.

   "A shot in the second scene of the first act of "Ling", Ike God!"

  With a loud shout from the scene notes, the set began to move;

  Yu Changyin usually put out the fire when he was crazy, which made the boxers particularly annoyed.

   "His grandmother, who has forgotten his ancestors, dare to defy the righteousness of heaven? I think you are the Ermaozi in foreign skin!"

  The overwhelming fists and feet, with a completely unfounded sentence, smashed the old class leader's body.

  "Master!"

   "Class Master!"

   Seeing that the old man's backbone was beaten by boxers on the ground, the actors kneeling in front of the theater rushed up.

   But facing boxers with steel knives and spears in their hands, this kind of resistance instantly turned into a one-sided beating.

  Looking at the dying, but still welcoming the old class leader, the old musician who was stepped on the ground with blood on his face severely hammered the ground in front of him.

   "Inflict evil, commit evil! When someone listens to the play, someone sings. When the singer opens the stage, who is listening to the stage! What's wrong with the show? What's wrong with the show?

  In the wailing of the old musician, a torch was thrown into the theater.

  Off the set.

  Looking at the lively scene on the set, Qiu Jin took a deep breath.

   was ridiculed just now, if she let her temper, she would have gone. But she found sadly that even though such an unpleasant scene happened just now, it still failed to dispel the students' curiosity about the filming of the crew.

  Looking at a group of students who are clearly facing backwards but whose necks are almost twisted to 180 degrees and looking at the set, Qiu Jin is desperate.

Although   National Opera is currently the best school for Peking Opera majors in China, there are still too few stages for students to show themselves.

  As a student of the acting department, if it is not a prominent major, or has a stage relationship like Sun Luoluo, I am afraid that the entire four years of university will not get a few opportunities to show up on stage.

  This is undoubtedly a kind of sadness.

   "That's it."

  Looking at the look of the students yearning, Qiu Jin helplessly dropped his shoulders.

  It is at this time that the shooting on the set has progressed to the last shot of this morning.

  The boxers are gone.

   Only a theater building that was swallowed by flames and a group of bruised actors were left.

In front of the burning theater building, a group of actors with bruises and blood on their faces carried the dying old cast to the middle of the street.

   "Squad leader!" "Master, open your eyes, master, don't scare us!"

  Amidst the shaking of a group of hands and feet, the old class leader quietly opened his eyes.

  What catches his eyes is the theater that has been burned and there is no possibility of saving it-his life's hard work.

"what,"

  The red flames shone on his face.

  The mad smile on his face was extraordinarily sad.

  "Master"

   Pushing away the blood and tears of the apprentices, the bruised and bruised old class leader tremblingly propped up his body from the ground, and stood dangling in front of the theater.

  "The knives, guns, swords and halberds were all set, the five-color flags rose in the air, and the crowds flew around the trees and fans.

  I saw a few hands holding a double-ringed halberd, and a few hands on the hammer.

  I saw a few holding a Xuanhua axe in hand, and saw that a few weapons were missing.

   Could it be that the smoke and dust of a country was rising, and it was that Chong Er raised the soldiers.

   Could it be that Mianshan was washed away, or that it was a visit to me and Jiezi.

  Let you search, let you wash, sit still in Mianshan~ Forever, no, leave! "

  A section of , accompanied by the crackling when the theater building was burning, resounded through the chaotic long street.

   "Puff!"

  As the last long and strong lyrics landed, a mouthful of blood came out from the mouth and nose of the old class leader.

  "Master!" "Master!"

  Amid the cries of everyone, the old figure stood upright and threw a zombie, hitting his face on the ground with a thud.

   There was a puff of smoke on the street.

  Looking at the set, Li Shixin made people feel buzzing. Liu Wenqiang didn't know what to do, and tears flowed down.

   "Perfect! This one passed!"

  Wow!

  As he shouted, the crew members who had already been infected by Li Shixin's imposing, but inexhaustible sadness, slapped their hands.

another side.

  I don't know when Qiu Jin has turned around, tears are already streaming down his face.

  The beautiful singing voice just now, and almost the same origin as the Peking Opera stage, was like a steel seal, engraved in her mind!

  Drops!

  Received an additional [shock] [admiration] cheer value, 34122 points!

  Growl?

  Li Shixin, who was lying on the ground, opened his eyes when he heard a soft system hum from his ear.

Just about to stand up handsomely from the ground, and then calmly waved his hand to the little leeks who suddenly contributed cheering value, he saw a figure, squeezing the crowd and walked to the sun beside the set. In front of Lolo.

  Seeing the people coming, all the staff on the set who were applauding stopped and gathered their eyes.

  In front of everyone, Qiu Jin, the instigator of the turmoil just now, moved his lips and bowed solemnly!

   "Lolo, the teacher misunderstood you, sorry!"

  (End of this chapter)