Non-famous Actor

"Sun Hao..."

"Um?"

"It has been filming for so long, please observe from the perspective of a literary creator, is there a little less dialogue between the characters in our movie?"

Well…

To be honest, Sun Hao was a little confused when he heard Brother Bao Shi's confession!

My buddy has been on the set for a week. He runs and boxing in the morning to exercise, and follows the set in the afternoon for filming. If there is a play, I will perform in front of the camera; if there is no play, I will gossip with the people in the village...

I don't understand, how did you become a literary creator in such a salty life?

He looked at Zhang Yimou, then at Bao Shi, and finally Sun Hao locked his eyes on Bald Piao.

Perhaps because of the power of justice's gaze, the bald Xie Dong finally smiled embarrassedly, touched his head with his hand, and said:

"Hey... Hiroko, I'm sorry!

According to the arrangement of the producer, Mr. Zhang, the crew had to keep secrets, and the actor's appearance, the plot of the film and the progress of the filming were not allowed to reveal a word to the outside world.

So, I just checked a little bit when I sent you the letter...

However, Haozi, I dare to swear to God, I never revealed a word about the content of your letter.

Well, just chatting with the director and screenwriter, you seem to have written a novella called "My Sassy Girl". "

"oh…"

Sun Hao responded lightly, expressing that he knew.

"Haozi, aren't you angry that I read your letter privately?" Bald Xie Dong was a little worried.

"What are you angry about?

Isn't it just to chat with your girlfriend about "I miss you" in a letter? "Sun Hao waved his hand with a rather magnanimous expression.

Fortunately, my buddy didn't talk about it in the letter, I miss your long legs!

"Hmm..." Zhang Yimou, who was still struggling with raw peanuts, spoke at this moment.

"Now that we've got the matter out of the way, let's continue the conversation, Haozi, do you also think that the dialogue between the characters in our movie is a bit lacking?"

Eh…

Sun Hao secretly sighed.

Those who want to play soy sauce in the [Story Seminar] will not be able to escape the fate of being [drive ducks to the shelves] in the end.

"Director, say so!

I'm not flattering you, I think your film is very high-level, you intend to show the audience the film through the tiny expressions, eyes, and movements of Zhaodi played by Zhang Ziyi. The current emotions of the characters and the situations happening around them..."

Standing aside, looking at the eloquent Sun Hao, Zhang Ziyi suddenly felt enlightened.

I said, why are you so kind, you are willing to tell me the news of the director's stomach trouble, instead of running to show courteousness yourself?

It turns out that the crux is here!

Hehe, let alone, with your real skills in flattering, you will definitely be able to walk sideways in the Chinese film and television industry in the future.

I didn't see it, what kind of filming is the director now?

The old face laughed like a chrysanthemum!

And at this moment, the door of Zhang Yimou's room rang.

"Dangdangdang..."

"Come in!"

At this time, a girl came in through the door.

"Hello, director, and teachers. I am the front desk clerk of the Hailiutu Grassland Club. I just called from the capital. Someone said they were looking for Teacher Sun Hao."

"Looking for me?" Sun Hao was slightly taken aback.

"Yes, I'm looking for you!" The girl smiled professionally.

"Okay, director, you guys are chatting, I'll answer the phone first!"

After finishing speaking, Sun Hao left the room and hurried downstairs.

...

If nothing else happened, the call should be from Zeng Li, presumably she received the letter she wrote to her.

In the past few days, I have been thinking about how to fight wits and courage with the director, screenwriter, and the bald Xie Dong, but in the end I forgot the business, it really shouldn't be!

Today is September 20, 1998. Huaxia is still in an era when phone bills are extremely expensive. If you don’t use a phone card, you’ll be taking advantage of the charge of one yuan and five per minute for long-distance calls. Therefore, don’t dare to make Zeng Li wait any longer.

Sun Hao, who was in a hurry, ran downstairs, picked up the receiver and answered it. Sure enough, the person on the phone was Zeng Li.

"Rat?"

"Hehe..., it's me!"

Sun Hao took two deep breaths and tried his best to make his breath steady.

"Miss me?"

"Think about it!"

"Cut, nonsense, why don't you call me when you think about me?"

"It's because I think about you all day that I can't think of anything else, including calling you!"

"Pfft..." Zeng Li, who was on the phone, laughed at this moment.

"Sophistry, hum..."

But at this point, Zeng Li suddenly paused, "Mouse, the phone bill is too expensive, let me tell you something serious first."

"Okay, I'm listening!"

"I read the novel "My Sassy Girlfriend". You wrote it really well, but I don't seem to be that savage, do I?

He also said that in the playground, he forced you to wear my high heels..."

"Hey... Damei, didn't the book say that art comes from life, but it is higher than life!"

The 60-year-old soul has only been in this body for a week, and Sun Hao's mentality has unknowingly become younger. When he fell in love with a girl in her early 20s, she didn't feel at all out of harmony.

Hmm..., this is probably the so-called materialism, right? !

"Then... even if you pass the test!

However, Mouse, it is precisely because your novel is wonderfully written that it has attracted the attention of our head teacher.

And this phone call was made by Teacher Chang. What she meant was that she hoped to get your permission to publish this novel in the magazine "Huaxia Writer", and then adapt it into a play as a part of our class The year-end drama of the junior year is coming? "

Hearing what Zeng Li said, Sun Hao hesitated a little.

Although in the original history, the filming of the movie "My Sassy Girl" would start in 2000, of course, the original novel would be earlier, but it was not as early as September 1999.

Therefore, even if the novel is published now, there is no danger of being ruined!

"Why, don't you want to publish it?" Seeing that Sun Hao hadn't spoken for a long time, Zeng Li said cautiously:

"Mouse, I want most people to read this novel, because it may be my love in a sense!"

"Alright then!" Sun Hao gritted his teeth.

"Damei, tell Teacher Sun that I agree to adapt this novel into a play and to publish it in a magazine, but I have one request. My pen name must be used in the column of author of the novel!"

"Pen name..., no problem, what do you say is your pen name?"

"I want to drink cold water for fear of clogging my teeth!"

"Uh..." Zeng Li on the other end of the phone was stunned for a moment, and then said:

"Why do you use such a strange pseudonym?"

"What's weird?

That's another way of saying you're afraid of your own bad luck! "

After a brief explanation, Sun Hao was about to hang up the phone. He had just checked his watch, and the two of them had been chatting for almost 15 minutes.

But before Sun Hao could act, Zeng Li on the phone hurriedly said:

"Don't hang up the phone yet, I have something to say, Haozi, in the week after you left, did people come to the school to look for you every day?"

"Who are they, do you know?" Sun Hao frowned.

"Oh, there are many, there are house selling agents, there are clients renting houses, there are resident singers in bars, there are photographers in photo studios, oh, yes, and the bosses of advertising companies... "

But before Zeng Li finished speaking, Sun Hao was immediately stunned!

Who was the original owner of this body?

Is it the leader of the gang of beggars?

Why have all the three religions and nine streams been provoked?

Fifty thousand yuan and why he committed suicide by electrocution, I haven't fully understood these two things, so why did it happen again?