I didn't know the meaning of the song at first [entertainment]

In the middle of the stage, Lu Zhi put his hands behind his back, his shoulders were slumped, and his body was slightly hunched like a lazy passerby.

"Hey buddy."

No. 9 didn't respond to the greeting, and kept moving forward with his hands in his trouser pockets. Lu Zhi called out again, and No. 9 paused slightly before continuing to move forward.

Lu Zhi pointed forward and nodded.

"The one in white, stop for me."

No. 9, with his back to Bai Hao and the others, stood still, turned around slowly, with a cautious face.

"Uncle, what's the matter with you?"

"I see you've been wandering around here for several times, what are you doing?" Lu Zhi tightened his grip on his right hand behind him.

No. 9 leaned forward and bowed twice.

"Someone stole my wallet and mobile phone, I'm looking for it here."

"what colour?"

Pei Wanchu touched Bai Hao and pointed to No. 9's trouser pocket. He didn't pick up any props just now, but now there was an outline of a dagger in his trouser pocket.

Number 9 shook his hand in his trouser pocket, as if holding a dagger in his palm.

After he answered the wallet information, Lu Zhi didn't believe it.

"Thief? You look like a thief to me, don't you? Where do you come from?"

Lu Zhi said this sentence not in Mandarin, but in a dialect.

Pei Wanchu chuckled: "You brat has a lot of ideas."

Bai Hao grew up in Yanjing, and his mother tongue is Mandarin, so he couldn't understand it at all, so he asked Pei Wanchu what Lu Zhi said.

Standing behind Pei Wanchu, Wen Yi lowered his head and saw that under his protruding round nose, his crimson mouth opened and closed, accurately translating Lu Zhi's Haidong dialect to Bai Hao.

Why is it accurate?Because some pronunciations in Lu Zhi's words are very awkward, and he didn't grow up in that language environment, so he can only understand roughly.

Wen Yi pretended not to hear Pei Wanchu's translation, and looked up at the stage.

No. 9 didn't understand Lu Zhi's words, but he understood it accurately. This is the police officer from the fugitive's hometown, and he was testing him in his native dialect. A trace of panic flashed across his face, and he stared at Lu Zhi.

Lu Zhi spoke another dialect.

"What did you say? I don't understand."

Pei Wanchu glanced at the phone, and after two and a half minutes passed, Lu Zhi shook his head and let No. 9 go. No. 9 restrained his pace and took two or three steps, trotting faster and faster.

Lu Zhi, who had been staring at No. 9's legs, shouted loudly again: "Stop!"

"CUT"

After a moment of silence, applause broke out in the auditorium, and No. 9 politely shook hands with Lu Zhi, thanking him for his performance.

When it was noon, three or four people were stopped by small speakers at the entrance. After telling them the interview rules, they were asked to wait.

Bai Hao paused calling the number and asked everyone to rest and eat something.

Everyone was sitting and shy to move. The small speaker brought people in with a small cart, pushed water and bread in front of everyone and handed them out one by one. For a while, the sound of tearing pockets and drinking water filled the room.

Lu Zhi mentioned the schoolbag on the side, took out four boxes of bento and handed them to Bai Hao and Pei Wanchu.

"I bought it in the school cafeteria in the morning. It's delicious. Try it. Small speakers come over to eat."

One box for everyone except Wen Yi, who folded his arms and looked at his unlucky younger brother. He didn't really want to eat it, but it was something he remembered to be courteous but not his brother.

Lu Zhi thoughtfully helped Bai Hao tear off the cover, sprinkled the bag with ingredients, and did not forget to tell Wen Yi.

"Brother, if you are hungry, go out to eat. We are all staff members who have to work and cannot leave the venue."

It made a lot of sense, and I was even angrier when I heard that, after cooperating with him for so long, and helping to carry water and go shopping, in Lu Zhi's eyes just now, standing and shouting is not considered work? ? ?

When Pei Wanchu lifted the lid, there was nothing strange, but it was produced in the school cafeteria, and the portion was a bit big, so he handed it to Wen Yi.

"Want something to eat? I can't finish it all by myself."

"Okay." Wen Yi was not polite at all, not because he had to take a bite, but because of who valued him.

After a short break, the interview continued. Among the performers who had already appeared on the stage, some completed it completely independently, some paired with two or three people, and walked around several times in turn, and some asked Lu Zhi to take part in the play.

It can't be said that it can't be done, there are still two or three that make people's eyes shine, Pei Wanchu pondered, how can he choose one.

No one came after lunch, the little speaker who had been guarding the door for a long time walked back to the front row of auditorium, leaned on the chair and played with the mobile phone with poor signal.

The last group is performing on the stage, and we can call it a day after the end.

Three minutes later, Bai Hao was about to get up with the microphone in hand, when a tall, thin boy with a schoolbag on one shoulder rushed in from the door, running to the front of the stage with beads of sweat on his face and panting.

"I'm here for an interview, is there still time? My number is 17."

The little trumpet jumped up holding the question box, and quickly introduced the rules in his mouth. No. 17 glanced at the question casually, and moved his fingers back and forth into the darkness.

"Can I play with Director Pei?"

Pei Wanchu got up and walked to the front of the stage, picked up the question in the hands of male No. 17, and raised her eyebrows.

"Kill the lover who betrayed you"

"How?" Pei Wanchu asked.

On the 17th, he stepped onto the stage and chose a place to lie down on his side. "Just lie down and cooperate like me. If I don't speak, don't speak. The lines are free, you can say whatever comes to your mind. You can take whatever you want."

The posture of the director looked like he was the director. Pei Wanchu lay on the ground as he said, and on the 17th, he pulled out the gun used by Lu Zhi from the props basket, took the skipping rope, and walked to the stage with a ruler edge.

There is a rope hanging around his neck, a ruler in his left trouser pocket, and a gun in his right trouser pocket. The pockets of his jeans are tight and narrow, and most of the two things are exposed outside, which looks very funny.

After the start, No. 17 took big strides from the sidelines, walked a meter away from Pei Wanchu in a menacing manner, stopped and paced back and forth, and retracted the hand that knocked on the door several times from mid-air.

There is an invisible door between them...

Pushing the palm of No. 17 forward and stepping into the "door", Pei Wanchu met his gaze, angry, sad, with tears in his eyes.

Pei Wanchu put his elbows on the ground and wanted to get up, but No. 17 took out a gun and pointed it at the place between his eyebrows.

"Does his marriage make you so uncomfortable?"

Pei Wanchu turned her head to one side, avoiding No. 17's aggressive gaze.

"I don't know what you're talking about, why are you going crazy?"

Number 17 rushed to Pei Wanchu with a gun in hand, and pointed at him condescendingly.

"tell me why."

Pei Wanchu remained motionless and did not speak, while No. 17 was shaking the gun in his hand, crying hoarsely.

"Tell me! I saw it that night, and I want to hear it from you! I treat you so well, why did you treat me like this!"

"We just read the script."

A small chuckle erupted from the audience.

Pei Wanchu showed no fear on his face, turned his head and looked directly at No. 17, straightened his body forward, and pressed his forehead against the wooden barn.

Tears slipped from the corners of No. 17's eyes, and the hand holding the wooden warehouse raised and drew a semicircle outward.

"They all know, they all told me! I thought I was the only one who saw it, why are you so disrespectful."

After No. 17 yelled this sentence, tears poured down like a flooded river.

Pei Wanchu said the classic words of a scumbag: "You have to think that way too, you don't believe me! I have nothing to say."

On the 17th, he threw the gun on the ground, grabbed the skipping rope, half-kneeled and "strangled" Pei Wanchu's neck. Pei Wanchu tilted his head back in response, revealing his snow-white and smooth neck, and said, "Kill me if you have the ability." "Put his neck on the rope.

The skipping rope made a shallow mark on the snow-white neck, and No. 17 moved her trembling hands behind her.

"You, don't force me."

Pei Wanchu put his hands behind his back, protruded his neck and continued to press forward: "Strangle me to death?"

"Take a gun and shoot me here."

Pei Wanchu half-knelt up, pointing her finger aside, poking her temple again.

"You coward, do you dare? You love me? You never believed me!"

With tears streaming down his face, No. 17 sat down on the ground, trembling while holding the skipping rope.

Pei Wanchu stood up and bent over, with his neck in front of No. 17. No. 17 threw away the rope and stepped back a few steps, pulling out a ruler and pointing at Pei Wanchu's neck at a distance of a few centimeters.

"You...you...don't force me, you know...I love you so much."

"CUT."

Pei Wanchu put away the winning expression on his face, stretched out his hand and pulled No. 17 up: "Which school are you from?"

"Haidong Film Academy, junior."

Pei Wanchu hummed and patted the ashes on his buttocks.

Bai Hao stood in the middle of the stage but was not in a hurry to say the conclusion, but asked everyone how they thought Director Pei was doing.

"Scumbag!" The audience all said in unison.

"I think so too, scumbag! Hahaha, just kidding, Director Pei actually came from a major. He himself studied in the Department of Acting, but I led him astray after graduation. Thank you for your support today. After receiving our call, I hope we can have a good chat about the schedule and salary. Well, finally, I wish everyone a bright future."

After a crash of benches, they were the only ones left.

There is nothing worth packing in the simple interview scene. What they bring with them is a few flip chairs, speaker microphones, lights, and two baskets of props.

Several people divided the points, Wen Yi took the heaviest one, and Pei Wanchu packed the remaining bread, cakes and drinking water together and put them on the small trailer.

A group of people walked out the door, and unexpectedly saw that No. 17 was standing at the door and hadn't left yet. The sweat from the haste hadn't dried out, and he entered the venue for less than 10 minutes.

"Why didn't you leave?" Bai Hao asked.

On the 17th, he took out a pen and a notebook from his schoolbag and handed them to Pei Wanchu: "Director Pei, can you sign for me? The train is late, and I thought I would miss it."

"I have seen many films directed and written by you."

On the 17th, fearing that Pei Wanchu would not believe it, he reported a bunch of film titles related to Pei Wanchu, and said which character he liked the most.

Pei Wanchu smiled and took a pen to sign her name, "Going back to Haidong soon?"

"Yes, yes, I bought the train ticket and arrived in the early morning. I'm here to chase stars, and it's worth it to get your autograph."

Holding the notebook that Pei Wanchu had signed, he carefully put it into the inner pocket of his schoolbag, said goodbye with a smile, turned around and left.

The purpose of staying here on the 17th was beyond everyone's expectations. Pei Wanchu stopped him, offered the bag containing bread and biscuits, and threw a few bottles of water to him.

"Eat on the road and study hard."

After taking the bags and thanking them one by one, No. 17 left everyone's sight.