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[22] How Much Is A Push Of Oil? 【1 More】

"Come on, Lao Wei, Abang, let's get down to the line!"

Tang Han beckoned to Wei Dong and a guy dressed as neither male nor female, this is Ah Bang, a freshman in the acting department.

In this play, he made a cameo as a "shemale" dragon set.

"This scene is a bit difficult!"

Tang Han took the script and pointed to the old TV in the barbershop.

"You have all read the script. This scene is about the hairdresser Wang Xiaoshuai watching TV and hearing the news of Zhuo Yao's death unexpectedly!"

"And cut your head off!"

"You just pretend this is playing on TV!"

“Belonging to No Live Show!”

Tang Han shared some key points of the performance with Wei Dong and Abang.

Shooting this kind of emotional film, many original clips and elements of the sense of the times were added in the later editing.

TV certainly can't broadcast a live broadcast 10 years ago, so this requires actors. Of course, it will be very difficult to watch this part of the performance.

"Oh, Uncle Chen, this is the last part you want to appear!"

"Just a word!"

Tang Han took the script and spoke to Chen Bo, the owner of the barber shop who was watching the show not far away.

This barber shop was opened by the doorman's younger brother, Uncle Chen, and he didn't have much business at ordinary times. Ding Mo told him that he would be temporarily requisitioned for filming, and the uncle agreed without a word.

But I made a request to show my face in Tang Han's movies.

Tang Han certainly agreed.

Originally, he lacked group performances and tricks, and the free labor that came to his door on his own initiative was unnecessary.

Ten minutes later, Wei Dong and Abang had already matched their lines.

Tianhou Xia Fan was holding a small bench and sat in front of the barber shop curiously, wanting to see how Tang Han filmed this scene.

Next to her were Jiang Qianqian and Jiang Meng, both of whom were a little excited by now.

"The ninth game on the third day, start!"

Tang Han made a sudden decision, stood in the barber shop in the Wei Building, and suddenly became emotional.

Sitting in front of him is Abang, who is cutting his hair. This guy is obviously a man, but he is dressed very coquettishly. He is wearing a hot short skirt with countless shiny metal pieces on it.

The key is to leave a watermelon head, which makes people feel funny at a glance.

At least Xia Fan saw this interesting scene and laughed there.

Click! Click!

Wei Dong pretended to use a comb to help Abang cut his hair, and cut two knives at random.

Bored, he turned his head and glanced at the direction of the TV. According to the script, what was about to be played here was the news of the hot registration for "Happy Boys".

Zhuo Yao's death is still to come.

"I want to cut a head-length curtain, which must cover my eyebrows, that will make me look cute!"

A sharp voice came from Abang's mouth, no different from a eunuch.

The key point is that while this guy is talking, he is also sticking his orchid fingers and slashing his hair.

The "show eyes" that opened the corners of the eyes slightly darkened, and even more shining eyeshadow, if it was a woman, this makeup look must be beautiful.

But unfortunately, he is a man.

That's...a bit disgusting.

wow——

As if he hadn't heard what he said, Wei Dong threw off his haircut's bib and tied it silently around Ah Bang's neck.

He was expressionless the whole time, very much like a middle-aged failed man with no edges and corners tortured by life.

"..."

On the TV, the news of the death of world-class dance king Zhuoyao seemed to be broadcast at this time.

Wei Dong turned his head and stared at the TV.

Subconsciously, he used scissors to cut Abang's hair. From start to finish, he didn't turn his head, and his eyes were terrifyingly empty.

"Lao Wei, this kid, he can act well!"

Tang Han asked Ding Mo, the cameraman, to catch Wei Dong's expression.

There is a close-up view with a depth of field.

"Clap his hand!"

Tang Han said to Ding Mo, and Ding Mo hurriedly aimed the camera at Wei Dong's hand holding the scissors.

He quickly cut Abang's bangs there.

One knife at a time!

But Wei Dong didn't turn his head, his eyes kept focused on the TV.

In fact, the life of Zhuoyao, the world dance king, is being played here, as well as his resume.

Wei Dong indifferently cut it twice, and found that there was no hair in his hand. He took the comb and subconsciously combed Abang's bangs.

This is a potential action implanted in the barber's soul.

Wei Dong kept his head held high, watching the TV, the corners of his eyes were a little wet.

"what--"

Abang screamed because "she" saw herself in the mirror.

Originally, the neat bangs with the watermelon head were reduced to a concave zigzag triangle in the middle.

"Hahaha!"

When Xia Fan saw this scene, he couldn't help it.

She covered her mouth and laughed awkwardly beside her.

"What kind of head are you cutting on your horse!"

"What kind of shit shop do you run? Does it get haircuts? Ah, damn it, look at the damage to my naturally beautiful hairstyle?"

As Abang said, he tore off the bib of the haircut and smashed it towards Wei Dong.

This smash may not be relieved, Abang leaned closer to the mirror, looked at his inverted triangle bangs again, and angrily pushed the barber tools, conditioner, etc. on the table to the ground.

boom! boom! boom!

He desperately smashed the equipment in the store, venting his inner anger.

Wei Dong still looked up at the TV without saying a word.

"Humph!"

After venting, Abang twisted his butt, covered his head directly, and walked out of the barber shop arrogantly.

Wei Dong squatted down like a corpse and sorted out the smashed ground.

He wanted to cry, but he looked around and cried a little in grievance.

This section is actually very resonant, because he filmed the helplessness of a middle-aged man, in order to live, his dream has died.

Xia Fan understood this scene, but the next appearance of Uncle Chen made her almost slip off the small bench.

Snapped!

Uncle Chen's thigh appeared in the camera, and Wei Dong raised his head with a sad face.

"How much for a push of oil?"