This actor has something

Chapter 6 Happy Shooting 1
"Stop it, I told my grandpa I'd be back for lunch at 12 o'clock. It's already half past ten, I have to go back."

He Daqi, in his sage state, spoke with an extra firmness and grabbed Zhou Huimin's naughty hand to stop her from making trouble.

"It's only half past ten, why are you in such a hurry? There's still an hour and a half until twelve o'clock." Zhou Huimin hugged He Daqi from behind and buried her face in his back.

"What can you do in an hour and a half? Stop it, let me go, I'll come over to accompany you in the afternoon."

Zhou Huimin thought about it for a moment. Indeed, an hour and a half was a bit short, so she let go of He Daqi and threatened, "If you don't come this afternoon, I'll come looking for you."

"I know." He Daqi replied in a muffled voice. He felt that ever since he met Zhou Huimin, he was being led around by her every day. His little thoughts were controlled by her and he couldn't escape from her clutches no matter how hard he tried.

Zhou Huimin couldn't help but burst out laughing when she saw He Daqi leaving listlessly like a lonely old dog.

She put on her silk pajamas, opened the curtains, and watched He Daqi slowly walk out of the community with a smile on her face.

After she could no longer see He Daqi, she reclosed the curtains, walked to the full-length mirror, touched her fairer face, and muttered softly, "I've indeed become younger. So... is this the nourishment of love, or is there some kind of magic in him?"

Zhou Huimin didn't know what her feelings were towards He Daqi at the moment. Initially, she was just angry, then she got used to it, and later she felt that this kind of man who could be controlled was more suitable for her. Until these two days, she found that she was getting younger and younger.

She didn't know if this was a change in her mentality or something else. She couldn't figure out why. It couldn't be because of the essence-gathering technique, could it? Thinking of this, she chuckled again.

I will gradually get some clues about what is going on, but I feel much better after leaving that scumbag.

in the afternoon.

He Daqi walked into the community carrying a net bag of peaches.

The property management in this community is average. Although there are villas and townhouses, He Daqi was let in after just chatting with the old man at the door.

When they reached the door, before He Daqi could knock, Zhou Huimin opened it with a smile.

"Did you buy peaches?"

"I didn't buy it. My grandfather used to be a teacher. One of his students gave it to me this morning. It's Pinggu peaches. Try it. They're sweet and crispy. You can't get them anywhere else." He Daqi carried the peaches into the kitchen, explaining as he washed them.

Zhou Huimin leaned against the kitchen door, smiling as she watched the little man in front of her wash peaches diligently. After He Daqi had washed five or six, she suddenly said:
"Da Qi, I didn't eat lunch and I'm too lazy to move. Can you go out and buy some for me? I want to try the specialties of Sijiu City."

He Daqi looked at the brand new kitchen and realized that apart from kitchen cabinets and countertops, there was nothing else. Not to mention a refrigerator, there was not even a trace of the necessities of life such as pots and pans.

"What do you want to eat? Just the local specialties? Can you eat noodles with soybean paste, braised pork, and lazy dragon?" He Daqi turned around and asked.

The special features that He Daqi described were different from what Zhou Huimin had imagined. She asked in confusion, "Isn't the specialty here roast duck?"

He Daqi spread his hands, looking very disappointed: "I can't afford it, no matter if it's Quanjude or Bianyifang. I don't have enough money on me. All the money I earned before was used to buy plane tickets."

Zhou Huimin laughed in surprise. This scene was so familiar. This time, she didn't take money out of her bag. She chuckled and said, "Then try the food you mentioned."

Half an hour later, He Daqi came back slowly, holding a bowl of noodles with soybean paste in his left hand and a stack of bowls in his right hand.

He wasn't so mean as to actually buy some braised pork for Zhou Huimin to try.

Helping Zhou Huimin mix the noodles, watching her eat them elegantly one by one, He Daqi asked with a bit of boredom: "You said that acting doesn't require learning, but what if I'm on the set and I'm in a mess?"

"It's okay, it will be cooked slowly." Zhou Huimin replied while eating noodles slowly.

"Isn't that nonsense?" He Daqi felt like he was asking a blind man for advice.

Zhou Huimin saw the little man's sad face and knew she couldn't tease him anymore, so she said slowly:

"Do you have a film studio in your city? Or a filming base? You could try being an extra first, see how the crew works, and then see how the supporting actors perform. That way, when you become a supporting actor yourself in the future, you'll have some basic preparation."

He Daqi touched his chin and nodded, feeling that Zhou Huimin finally came up with a reliable idea.

"I'll go check it out tomorrow. It's near the film studio, right?"

Zhou Huimin was unhappy, threw her chopsticks on the bowl, and said with a pout: "No, you have to accompany me tomorrow. You will have plenty of time to be an extra in the future. I just moved to the city, you have to accompany me for a few more days."

"I don't have time. School starts in less than two months. I need to see if I'm cut out for being an actor. If not, I'll just study literature and then see what I'm more suited for."

He Daqi said helplessly, but unfortunately Zhou Huimin was not prepared to reason with him. She wiped her mouth and sat in his arms.

…………

He Daqi finally persuaded Zhou Huimin.

I told her that I would stroll around the entrance of Beijing Film Studio in the morning. If I could get into the crew, I would try to be an extra. If I couldn't, I would go shopping with her in the afternoon.

Before six o'clock, a large crowd had already gathered in front of the Beijing Film Studio.

It was as crowded as a vegetable market, with people who knew each other standing together, eating breakfast, laughing and chatting. There were all kinds of strange shapes and sizes.

For example, the red-haired girls not far from He Daqi, whose makeup looked like ghosts, must be the special actors that Zhou Huimin mentioned.

Some people who are good at business set up two breakfast stalls there, selling wontons, fried dough sticks, pies, millet porridge, and tofu pudding.

He Daqi spent one dollar to buy two pies, and while eating, he happily observed what the people around him were doing.

At this time, more than a dozen vans stopped and a fat and strong man with a big gold chain got out of the first van.

"It's a big job, we need 18 people, to play the Japanese and to play the Eighth Route Army. If you're lucky, we'll finish filming in the morning and you can come back for more work in the afternoon. yuan per person, get on the bus if you want!"

He Daqi looked at the man wearing a big gold chain and shouting with a loudspeaker, and guessed that this should be the group leader that Zhou Huimin mentioned.

But who would go there for 18 yuan? What can you do with 18 yuan? Buy 36 pies?
He looked around and found that few people were moving forward.

"22!!! 22 yuan per person, it can't be any higher, there will be no such store after this!" The loudspeaker sounded again.

He Daqi curled his lips. This guy must be a fool. He thinks that a few yuan increase in price is...

Before he could finish complaining in his mind, a group of people started rushing towards the strong man.

He Daqi didn't want to get together with others, so he stood between the crowd and the van, and was pushed around like a weak girl.

When he came to his senses, one of the two pies was missing and he was squeezed to the front of the row of vans, right next to the man with the big gold chain.

"Don't waste time and get in the car." Without giving He Daqi a chance to explain, the man with the big gold chain stuffed him into the car.

He Daqi curled up helplessly, hesitantly. There were people all around him. More than a dozen people were crammed into a van.

When there are too many people, the smell in the air is not so fresh and natural. Not to mention the smell of sweat and stinky feet that is rolling in at the moment, I don’t know which guy just farted, and He Daqi is about to turn red from holding it in.

After finally waiting for the van to stop, He Daqi climbed out with difficulty. Just as he was about to take a few breaths of fresh air, a dozen people came over with cardboard boxes and dumped the contents of the boxes onto the ground.

One of them went over and whispered a few words to the man with the gold chain, who then shouted through a megaphone, "Quick, quick, quick! Hurry and change your clothes! The director said we should take advantage of the sun not being so bright right now and shoot a few shots!"

A group of people were like zombies, grabbing clothes and putting them on. He Daqi was about to go over and grab one, but he had just taken two steps when he was stopped by the man with the big gold chain: "Hey, you wait a moment, you're tall, and you'll be wearing an officer's uniform later."

A set of Japanese officer's uniform was stuffed into He Daqi's hand, and the sour smell rushed straight to the top of his head!
Holy shit! This clothing was fished out of a septic tank?

He Daqi was a little hesitant. Wouldn't he get skin disease if he put this thing on?
At this moment, he felt a little hesitant about becoming an actor.

"What are you standing there for?" A loud roar in his ear brought He Daqi back to his senses. He gritted his teeth and put on the shit-yellow clothes.

"The Japanese soldiers in yellow clothes come here to get their guns, and the Eighth Route Army soldiers in blue clothes go over there. Don't get the wrong ones, because you get different ones."

Hearing the greetings from not far away, He Daqi also went over to get a wooden prop rifle. He looked at the one the Eighth Route Army soldiers on the other side got, and really didn't find much difference. He didn't know why they had to be distinguished.

"Everyone come over here and listen to the assistant director explain how to move later. Everyone hurry up. The director just said that if nothing goes wrong, we will definitely be finished shooting by noon."

Big Gold Chain started shouting with the loudspeaker again. Standing next to him was a middle-aged man with glasses and a serious expression.

He Daqi walked slowly over and stood behind the crowd, listening to the middle-aged man start to arrange how to shoot later.

"After a while, the shout starts and both sides rush forward. Pay attention to those mounds of dirt, which are the explosion points. Go around them, then each side will find an opponent and start fighting.
When you fight, there will be stuntmen taking the brunt of the explosion. After the explosion, everyone will just lie on the ground and pretend to be dead. Let's rehearse it first and let the director see the effect."

After the assistant director with glasses finished speaking, he led the two groups of people to the trench that had been dug in advance.

"Try to rehearse it first. Remember to charge as soon as the start signal is given and find someone to fight with." After the assistant director gave another instruction, he slavishly approached the director who was wearing a hat and sunglasses in the distance.

(End of this chapter)