I'm not a drama freak, I can really see through the script

Chapter 47: Superiority over Poor Students
[Simulation Begins—Stuttering Liu (Mashan)]

My name is Ma Shan.

He is a policeman in a small border town. He is middle-aged and has a son and a wife. Our relationship is not harmonious because I am not an interesting man.

We just live day after day, a simple life in the eyes of outsiders.

belong to me.

'gun'

It has long been gone, and cannot be found.

A police officer within the system and a housewife.

The family consists of a son who has poor academic performance and is somewhat precocious.
Somewhat calm.

numbness.

My wife is like a tigress, she never cares about her dignity, and I am also a coward? I lowered my head in guilt. I feel guilty towards her.

Until one day, I attended my sister's wedding banquet and met my first love, Li Xiaomeng.

The first time I saw her, I seemed to feel it, and then it disappeared.

This first love, this white moonlight, has become someone else's woman - yes, not married, but the mistress of a big boss.

I looked at Xiao Meng, and Xiao Meng also looked at me.

We looked at each other in silence.

I was silent, too. I only drank the wine that Mr. Zhou Xiaogang brought me. I laughed happily, drank heartily, and felt heartbroken.
But I won’t show it.

On the way back in Zhou Xiaogang's car, I was very drunk, but even so drunk, I could still hear the faint rustling sounds in the back seat. They were hugging, kissing, hugging each other as if no one was around.

My white moonlight is now someone else's mistress.

The alcohol was strong, but I could hear it.
I can hear it. I can hear it very clearly.

Just go get a room! Just avoid me!
However, the two of them seemed reluctant to avoid him. Even Li Xiaomeng, who was reluctant but willing, seemed to enjoy the feeling of being passionate with her lover in front of her first love who admired her.

Mashan.

Drunk and in pain
Looking back, it seems that time has hidden Ma Shan's "Lost Gun".
He is not lost.

But I can't see it anymore
Ma Shan can't see it.

But, Stuttering Liu can see it.

That belongs to the marginalized.

'Dignity' and 'humiliation'.

The filming of the movie has begun. For the crew, Jiang Wen is ready, and that means he is ready.
As the center point of the whole movie - the leading actor.

And Zhen, the director.

Another second-generation shadow playwright, Lu Chuan, wanted to fight for a little bit of say, but unfortunately, no one listened to him. Everyone only obeyed Jiang Wen's command and dispatch.
Jiang Wencai is the boss of the crew. Although Ning Jing has a relationship with Jiang Wen, she still trusts his professionalism.
In this regard, Lu Chuan could only comfort himself that it was good to have someone make a movie for him. Wasn't Brother Kai also his father's disguise to make the movie "Farewell My Concubine"?
At least, in terms of screenwriting authority, he has all the rights of interpretation, which is the last "power" given to him by Jiang Wen.

“This script is very good.”

At this time, the big boss who played the role of the police station chief also arrived. His name was Han Ping, and he was the director of the Beijing Film Studio.

His guest appearance was unexpected to everyone, he is a real big shot.
"Thank you for the compliment." At this moment, Lu Chuan was also a little flattered.
Han Ping came here for Jiang Wen, and everyone could see that because of Jiang Wen's talent.

And he was very courageous. In this era, being banned for five years for this reason is actually a very cool thing in the film industry.

Because of this, the five-year ban did not bring too much negative impact to Jiang Wen, but instead became his medal of honor.
"Boss Han, if you want to act in my movie, act seriously."

Han Ping only has a few shots.

Chief, my gun is missing.

Did you really lose your gun?
It’s not lost, it’s disappeared!

If it’s missing, it’s lost!

When was the last time you saw the pistol?

Before the wedding.

I've been asking you for hours!
Twenty hours.
Twenty hours! We've already reached the provincial capital by bus, Peking by train, and the US by plane. I don't care about what happens in the US, but if the guns were to reach Peking, how much harm would you bring to society?
Chief, I was wrong.
At this moment, Jiang Wen in the camera was sweating profusely. The three bullets in the gun meant three lives. If he encountered a professional killer, one shot would kill two people, which would mean six lives! Six lives!
Losing your gun is the most fatal mistake a police officer can make.
At this time, Jiang Wen was still alive but his soul had already lost itself. What he wanted now was to find the gun back in the shortest possible time.
The language of the camera, the storyboard, everything is creating a sense of tension and urgency in Masan.

All of this was accomplished by Jiang Wen alone. No matter how depressed Lu Chuan was, he had to admit that he was really strong. As a graduate of the directing department of Beijing Film Academy, he had to admit that the gap in talent was really despairing.

Fortunately, Lu Chuan was able to find comfort among another group of people.
This group of people, who were born in Beijing and have dreams in their hearts, were originally a group of dreamers. However, this group of people have evolved into old-fashioned Beijingers, and people have lost the fun of finding a sense of superiority in them.

Because they are already lying too peacefully.

Most of them have accepted their fate and know what kind of people they are made of. Being a stable supporting actor in the Beijing Film Studio is the limit of their ambition and a satisfying "iron rice bowl".

How can a sparrow know the ambition of a swan? Lu Chuan doesn't like them, but a crew can't do without them, just like a construction site can't do without migrant workers.
Today, there is one person among them, an extra who has not accepted his fate.

I learned to write biographies of actors.

So embarrassing.

The contradiction is that even though Lu Chuan felt embarrassed, deep down in his heart there was still a hint of dark satisfaction, a sense of superiority.

mercy.

He could have just said condescendingly that what you are doing is useless.

However, he was actually thinking that after he finished doing it, when he found out that it was useless, he would tell him and the people around him, "See, I told you it was useless."

Would he be ashamed? Or embarrassed? He would blush with embarrassment.

Then he became a person who lay down like other migrant workers in the crew, humbly listening to the director's arrangements and doing everything. After the filming was finished, he went to the finance department to get the money and left.

Lu Chuan thinks he is a "good student".

That extra, what’s his name? He’s a “bad student”.

Good students seek a sense of superiority from poor students.

In fact, it was very comfortable, a kind of comfort that Lu Chuan himself did not dare to admit, and even felt ashamed of.

At this time, Lu Chuan, the nominal director, still had to give orders.

"The next scene is about Liu the Stutterer and Ma Shan."

(End of this chapter)