The actor is not doing his job every day

When they got back, they caught up with the script reading.

The time was stuck around lunch time. After discussing it with everyone, they were not hungry anyway, so hurry up and start, so as not to waste time.

Yuan Mao glanced at the door, and whispered to Gu Yuzhuo in a low voice, your group is probably all crazy people who get on the job as soon as they work.

In fact, he was right.The whole group, from director Guo Tianhe to screenwriter Duan Xiao, transforms as soon as they enter the set, which belongs to the type of torturing others after torturing themselves.

There are artists in the circle who collaborated with Guo Tianhe, and when he mentioned it later, he backed up again and again, saying that Guo Dao is really awesome, but he doesn't want to join his group in his life, and if he is not careful, he has to go to the psychiatric department to register.

There is a market for the things Guo Tianhe shoots, and the audience pays for them, but unfortunately, he has no fate with the awards, and has always been the one to accompany them.In the past few years, he has thought about it. He has an air of being barefoot and not afraid of wearing shoes. He can walk sideways and never compromises. When he becomes crazy, he often challenges the management.

The main creators were seated, Duan Xiao rolled his frizzy shawl and long hair in a ball on the top of his head, paired with a pair of thin shirts, he was just a whisk away from going out to subdue demons.

Next door to him, the boss of the props team was as thin as a clothes-hanging pole, on which was a hoodie with a tiger descending the mountain, and he was shaking his legs like stepping on an electric switch.

Gu Yuzhuo couldn't bear to look any longer, his gaze drifted and fell on Lu Nanchuan's face.

He scratched his chin, looked intently, and found a small mole on the other side's hairline near the ear bone.

The conference room gradually became quiet, and Guo Tianhe took the lead to speak: "I met editor Duan a few times before, and some adjustments have been made in the script. Apart from the starring role, other departments have also participated in the coordination." He turned his head, "Chuan Ah, it’s mainly about the period after the college entrance examination in the Han and Tang Dynasties, you have to shoot right after you start the film, see if you have any comments.”

The part of the college entrance examination can be regarded as the first climax of the whole play.After Yu Hantang received the admission notice, he was deeply entangled in how to deal with Yu Cong's life after that, and even thought of throwing Yu Cong away.

"Little Gu, think about it too," Duan Xiao said, "There are not many lines, but the emotions you give must be accurate. All the changes in Yu Hantang's heart came from the 'spark' between you," he snapped his fingers, "Very important."

"Hey, good." Gu Yuzhuo was called out, straightened his shoulders, and picked up the script.

Lu Nanchuan agreed to Guo Tianhe, and said, "You can try it first, and then adjust it after the trial." He turned his gaze, and stopped on Gu Yuzhuo's fingertips holding the script, "You choose one, Director Guo."

Guo Tianhe leaned back in his chair, "That's 5-16. Yu Hantang got the admission letter and went home happily, but Yu hurriedly went into the doghouse and was covered in dog feces."

Gu Yuzhuo rubbed his fingers over the script he had curled up, and within two seconds the corner was wet.

——In front of Lu Nanchuan, his ability is not enough.

The cub who had no idea in his heart closed his eyes and found himself in a state of being covered in shit.

With his shoulders hunched and his neck protruding slightly forward, he opened his eyes, showing a dull gaze, and looked at his "brother".

Lu Nanchuan didn't have as many plays as him, and once the script was clicked, the expression on his face changed.

He wiped off the sweat that didn't exist on his forehead, panted heavily, and when his bright eyes saw "Yu Zong", they suddenly dimmed, as if hope had been extinguished by cruel fate for no reason.

Yu Chuan showed a naive smile, raised his shit-touching hand, and called him "brother" as if offering a treasure.

Yu Hantang frowned, clutching the envelope of the notice in his hand, he pulled it away——

Unable to pull out, Lu Nanchuan's empty hand paused in the air and hung down.

He turned his head to look at Duan Xiao, "Yu Hantang beat Yu Cong with a notice, shouting 'Did I say I won't let you go into the doghouse, did I say'?"

"Ah," Duan Xiao said, "that's what it means."

Guo Tianhe said: "What do you think?"

Lu Nanchuan suddenly pulled away from the role, and Gu Yuzhuo wiped his face, but for some reason, he had the illusion of wiping his own face with shit.

"It's not very suitable." Lu Nanchuan said, "For Han and Tang, he wished to put the notice in the shrine for offering, how could he take it in a hurry."

Duan Xiao tapped the pen tip on the book, pressing out some ink.

"Yes." He stopped writing and looked at Lu Nanchuan, "Make a comparison before and after, which should correspond to the change of mentality in the Han and Tang Dynasties."

Lu Nanchuan didn't say anything, Guo Tianhe next to him smacked and said "OK".

In the story line, there was more than a month between Yu Hantang receiving the notice and actually leaving his hometown to study.For more than 40 days, he seemed to be roasted on the fire.

Every trouble Yu Zhuang caused was like adding more wood to the fire for him, until he fell into the flames, splashed sparks all over the ground, and was burnt to pieces.

The point that crushed him was when Yu hurriedly fell into the mud and almost died.

Before jumping down, Yu Hantang hesitated. For a few seconds, he watched Yu Zhuan struggle with cold eyes, wishing his brother would die here just like that.

Yu Cong was later pulled up by the fat man.

The fat man slapped Yu Hantang and woke him up.

Yu Hantang faced the admission notice and wanted to tear it apart, but was stopped by Yu Cong just before he started.

Yu Cong likes the gilded words on it, holding it up like a treasure.

It's such a before-and-after comparison, which is actually quite insignificant, but for the creators, it is an obsessive-compulsive and logical perfection.

Gu Yuzhuo lowered his head and made a mark on the fluffy script he had turned over, then raised his head and looked at Lu Nanchuan again, as if he was waiting for the other party to speak, but Lu Nanchuan remained silent until Duan Xiao turned his head and asked about the tiger coming down the mountain to set up the scene.

In the middle, Guo Tianhe went out to answer a few more phone calls. When he came back, he obviously couldn't hold back the spirit of his Tibetan mastiff. He brushed his hair irritably, shook the cigarette out of the box, and saw the no smoking sign again, so he put the cigarette box on the table. Shake, yell: "Come on, continue."

Just like that, the main creative team ended the reading in a not-so-comfortable atmosphere.

Going out, Gu Yuzhuo touched the back of his neck and found a layer of sweat.

Yuan Mao handed the freshly made pear soup to let the boy moisten his throat, but found that the boy's eyes were dull, and he mechanically took the stewing pot but did not unscrew it.

"What's the matter, is this?"

Yuan Mao wanted to screw him, but Gu Yuzhuo stopped him, his eyes turned back blankly, and stared at Lu Nanchuan who had just come out.He handed over his jar and said, "Teacher Lu, drink it."

Lu Nanchuan glanced at the braised pot with the big yellow duck printed on it, but didn't answer it, and didn't speak.

Gu Yuzhuo said: "Seeing that you didn't bring an assistant, I guess you don't have anything to drink." He turned his head to look at Yuan Mao blankly, "From now on, let Teacher Lu share a can of soup and water."

Yuan Mao's cooking skills are average, but he learned the skill of making soup from Jiyou. If he is allowed to let him go, it will be no problem to raise Gu Yuzhuo to become fat for nothing.

After Gu Yuzhuo finished speaking, he turned around and left, as if he had lost his soul.

"Being criticized may be quite a blow, so please comfort me."

Lu Nanchuan left with a pot of braised duck in his mouth, and said this to Yuan Mao before he left.

Yuan Mao didn't think it through, and thought that our child's thick skin was amazing, and he would be wilted if he could criticize a few words?Whispering, he pondered again, what was he thinking of stuffing a can of pear soup for the movie star?

Gu Yuzhuo didn't think about anything, he just felt that Lu Nanchuan talked too much, and he probably got flustered.

He went upstairs to his room, curled up in the armchair, and was very depressed thinking about the criticism he had just received.

He was born in a major, and he acted in a phenomenon-level hit drama right after his debut. This is the stardom that many people fantasize about before entering the industry, but in the past few decades, the number of people who have been able to have such luck in domestic entertainment can be counted on both hands.

Gu Yuzhuo let this good luck hit his head, and sat on the rocket in a daze, saving ten years of struggle.

Of course, it's not that no one has yelled at him.When I was filming short plays at school and going out to shoot commercials, I was often yelled at.But that can't be compared to now. He used to be a young man who didn't know anything, and he deserved to be scolded. Now that he has been in the industry for four or five years, he doesn't lack skills and experience. On the contrary, he looks like a new recruit.

Lu Nanchuan only commented on him with two words, rigid.

Guo Tianhe rolled the script in his hand and pressed it on the table, speaking more straightforwardly than Lu Nanchuan.

Lack of aura, that's how he judged it.

In the end, Duan Xiao went back and added a sentence, saying that it is normal to discuss the script now, and it is normal if he cannot get in.

What is aura?Gu Yuzhuo is very clueless, this thing is invisible and intangible, there is no quantitative standard, and no one taught it when he was studying.

He leaned back from the armchair to the bed, and the moment the back of his head hit the mattress, he thought of a talented player—Xu Yaochen—whose love was stronger than gold, and he had a brother who had a CP super chat with him.

How should I put it, Xu Yaochen is a half-way monk, and his acting depends on stealing teachers and understanding. Most of the people who have worked with him commented that God appreciates food and has aura.

Gu Yuzhuo turned over, lay down on the bed and typed: Chen, can you blow me some of your aura.

World-class retired performance artist: Are you eating too much salt?

Your dad: I don't have aura.

World-class retired performance artist: You change your WeChat name and talk to me again.

Your dad: I don't have aura.

World-class retired performance artist: Goodbye.

Your dad: I don't have aura.

- The message has been sent but rejected by the other party.

Gu Yuzhuo looked at the red exclamation mark and rubbed his forehead—look at this fragile brotherhood, as brittle as old plastic that has been exposed to the sun for ten years.

……

His eyes wandered, and he stopped on the dialog box under the plastic friendship.

Your dad: [picture]

Your dad: Mr. Lu, I want to ask a question.

-you withdraw a message and re-edit it

Too reckless, big brother!

Gu Yuzhuo breathed a sigh of relief, but fortunately, my hand is quick.

Lu Nanchuan: Come up, 2503.

day!

Hei Zai was hit by a carp... Hei Zai didn't stand up, his waist softened and he fell back, his staring eye sockets were swollen.

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The update is still the old time, 11:30.see you the day after tomorrow