Interstellar cat guide

There are many kinds of awards today, but they are generally divided into three levels: A, B, and C, and each level corresponds to the three levels of A, B, and C. These traditional awards, if you have to give them a level, they are probably A++ level.The organizing committee not only considers acting skills and box office, but also pays more attention to its impact.

Mao Mi became one of the few leap-forward actors in the screening like a big wave washing sand.Since the first film he acted in, he has achieved a dazzling achievement of a leap in a work. The movie "Yitian" was shortlisted for C-level, even though he himself did not win the award, it still made the mainstream pay attention to him, which is already an enviable encounter for most newcomers.Immediately afterwards, he won the Best Actor in Class B and B with "Buying the Pirate Wave". Everyone thought that his leap would come to an end here, and he would have to work hard for at least another three to five years before he could continue to make progress. I don't want him to rely on his transformational work "The Wilderness" to win the A-level and C-level awards in the image of the fifth master.

Someone once joked that it was a pity that Mao Mi could not win the newcomer award in this life. After all, he already had the qualifications of a senior in terms of awards alone.

It is cold at high places, and difficult at a distance. He has finally reached the time when he should slow down.

But for Mao Ya himself, nothing has changed.He is still concentrating on the filming of the film, and occasionally goes out to receive interviews. Apart from the more respectful look in his eyes, there is really nothing worthy of praise.

Film critics said that his "Homeland" won an A and B award at most, and then he would get an A in a few years.People on the set saw the news and asked him how he felt. Mao Mi hugged the thermos and blinked his eyes: "It's an honor." His vision was too high, and he could even forget the difficulty of winning the big prize.Even if the film critics use such a disdainful tone, they are praising people instead. Looking around, how many people can be said "A" in such an understatement?

"By the way, I heard that the actor who fell out with Huanxing has entered Huo Tianwang's studio." The staff member who was still chatting with Mao Mi just now remembered something, and suddenly stood up and said.

This sentence was like a boulder thrown into the sea, instantly stirring up countless waves, and the scene suddenly became lively, and everyone crowded around again: "I heard that too, and I also said that there will be a press conference soon."

Mao Mi smiled and said nothing, but he was a little shocked in his heart. He thought that Cen Ziyan would not accept his "charity" so decisively, at least he would have to struggle for a few more days, but he didn't expect to terminate the contract so soon.

"I'm really envious...he is the first artist signed by Tianwang."

"Shh, you dare to say that, Huanxing, can you afford it?"

"No matter how powerful you are, you still care about our shrimp soldiers and crab generals... Don't be so surprised."

"This can't be said for sure, people in the same circle, so don't say a few words."

Since the big man couldn't afford to mess with them, their topic turned back to the protagonist, "You said that Cen Ziyan, why can't you think about it so hard? A young man who is still studying dares to do something like this."

"People are not afraid of having no way out. Let me tell you, my buddy, who is an official, said that his family background is very powerful."

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"Hey Momi, do you know him?" After discussing for a long time, they seemed to remember that there was another serious actor sitting here, and turned to ask him.

Mao Mi said calmly, "I know."

There was another uproar, and everyone was curious: "Wow, how did we know each other? I haven't seen you cooperating with him."

"I've seen it a few times now and then." Mao Mi smiled and said, "Don't gossip, be careful of the director getting angry."

When the director was mentioned, all the staff fell silent for a moment, and as expected, they immediately heard the director screaming with a loudspeaker: "How long have you been resting! Everyone!" So everyone dispersed immediately.

Today's photo is of my teenage years.

At the age of 14, Petofi has become the leader of the Kaze slum.The children obeyed his orders and shuttled through the streets, forming an army of wild cats.The nobles began to be afraid of passing through Kaze, and they no longer had the interest to drive slowly to appreciate their begging gestures, because once they slowed down, they might be surrounded by children and snatch everything.Even the guards and the police were helpless against them.

That was the year when Petofi was happy to be king in the slums, and young revolutionary youths lobbied here.

Those young people include noble sons and educated people, and many of them are young people who followed the speech after hearing the speech. They lobbied all the way from the marginal village for three years and finally reached the capital.

They booked the only bar in the slum area, where they shouted day and night, gave speeches and sang, and woke up one by one.

Petofi sneered at them, until late one night when he was sitting on a street corner writing his poems in the book in which the widow had written more than half of her complaints, he heard shouts from the bar: "Whoever is a poet, We have to move forward and stand with the people through all hardships!" He stood up almost reflexively—that was what the real Petofi said!

The teenager ran into the bar quickly, and the young people welcomed their first guest with surprise and enthusiasm.

They chatted all night, talking about everything, and their blood was boiling.

"Pedofi—that's a good name! Our good Petofi, I ask you, are you afraid of the judge? Tell us about it!" The youths stood drunkenly on the table.

The boy followed them and stood on the table. He waved his slender arms and shouted in an extremely firm voice, "I've never been afraid!"

"Why? Why? They are wearing guns, they are standing on the court, and they are judging our life and death!"

Pei Duofei has been studying for one night, and all his doubts and passions have been vented. He no longer struggles with food and clothing, but sees things that are more important than survival: "No! They are not qualified to judge I, but we - we are above all judges, we are the guards of justice, the cannons of freedom! Even if I despise them, no one can deprive me of the right to live and imprison me!"

The boy said, jumped off the table, and pushed open the door of the bar.Children poked their heads around to watch him.

Petofi snatched a flag from the bar. He waved the flag, and his voice seemed to wake up the whole night: "Wake up, poor friends! Do you still want to eat black bread and work hungry? The torture of the master? Who made us fall into darkness from birth, who taught us these dirty things? Who forced us to sell our bodies, and who called us around like cows and horses?"

As he moved forward, the children also followed behind him. Although they didn't understand the meaning of his words, it didn't prevent them from following their leader.The sound converged into a river, and the buildings on both sides followed their footsteps and lit up one by one, like a dawn that was gradually brightening.

The lights are on, the windows are open, and people of all colors lean against the windows, or open the doors to join the parade.The film's first collective singing finally appeared.

Mao Mi has completely become Petofi at this time. He is full of vigor, exuding an atmosphere of freedom and enthusiasm. The treasure house of knowledge and the boundless courage of poetry shine on him.The songs he had practiced for a long time lingered throughout the set with his clear voice, even the difficult pronunciation was sung perfectly.

The director clapped his hands again and again, and asked with a smile: "Look, we Mao Mi, isn't it easy to put on a musical now?"

The people around nodded repeatedly. They glanced at the screen, then at Mao Mi in reality, and sighed: "Although he is a child in the computer, but in comparison, he looks like a person."

"Wake up! Poor friends. Forward, pierce the darkness with free will!"

Mao Mi's last utterance was no longer singing, but roaring at the top of his lungs. His face was still flushed from drinking, with short hair dyed blond, blue-green pupils, and milk-like skin. The delicate young man who walked out of this world is charming and powerful.

The lights came on again, and the studio burst into applause.

Long Xiaoxiao hurriedly brought him the throat tea that he had brewed long ago: "Drink more."

The director rubbed his hands and came over: "How about it, it's the first time to sing an opera, doesn't it feel good?"

Mao Mi seemed to be still immersed in the play, and blurted out an old saying "very good".

"Hahahahaha, Mao Mi, you are such a treasure." The director wanted to hug him in his arms, "If I hadn't already booked my next play, I would definitely snatch you here again."

Mao Mi was so scared that he glanced at him several times, and smiled dryly: "Director Xu loves you so much."

The director smiled, and with the joy of picking up the treasure, he turned around to flirt with others. Seeing him leave, Long Xiaoxiao took out a script nearly two knuckles thick from his bag: "This is the script that Brother Wenwei gave me before." Yes, it's the script of the "Tian Yu" extravaganza "Out of Dust and Into the World", don't read it so thick, there are two more... After all, there are more than 100 episodes."

"Didn't it mean that the script is still being written..."

"The screenwriter is a fan of the Tianyu trio. Actually, I have been writing it for a long time. I just finished writing it a few days ago, so I sent it to you immediately." Long Xiaoxiao felt a headache when he saw such a thick book. "There are so many, read it earlier." I've been familiar with it for a long time."

Mao Mi opened the script and saw the lead actor "Mao Mi, Mo Da, Shang Junyuan" showing an involuntary smile on the lips. The three of them haven't been together for a long time.

"Mao...Mao Mi, is this the script of "Tianyu"?" The little girl in makeup saw it with sharp eyes and walked over timidly.

Just as Mao Mi wanted to say that she didn't peek at other scripts on the set, she said excitedly: "I fell in love with you just watching "Tianyu"!"

"Thank you." Mao Mi was a little happy to have gained a fan by accident, and wanted to say to send an autograph, but seeing her looking forward to the script, she had no choice but to sit upright.

He glanced at the little fan, and when he looked away again, his expression suddenly changed, becoming dusty and holy, he swung the tea in his cup: "Girl, the torrential river has been crossing for a thousand years, you really want to cross the river below, Regardless of the world?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Unexpectedly, Mao Mi really learned the words of the leading fairy, and she jumped up and down and almost fainted with excitement.

Mao Mi took a sip of tea, and said slightly: "Just once, the studio is different, don't tell others."

The little girl nodded with her big face in her hands, thinking that she actually shared a secret with her idol, and if she said it, she would not be envious of the little furballs, hehehe.