Senior Superstar

"Who is this handsome old man? What role does he play in the play?"

"What coach? The actors know Mr. Qiao?"

Looking at Li Shixin standing in front of the corridor on the first floor, and listening to the inquiries of entertainment reporters around, Wang Hai and Jiao Chendong were a little confused for a while.

Naturally, Wang Hai knew that the person standing at the stairs was Li Shixin.

He was so impressed with the old man—so deep that the old man turned into ashes, and he could still imagine that the ashes had once pulled his trousers.

But now, looking at the old man in a real ancient sportswear with a slogan around his neck.

If it weren't for the vaguely familiar facial features, Wang Hai would hardly dare to recognize him—the changes are too great!

This change is not only the image contrast caused by makeup, but also the subversion of temperament.

Through the previous few contacts, Wang Hai's impression of Li Shixin is a kind old man who is slightly bowed, often puts his hands behind his back, always smiles, and crow's feet are stacked together.

Although superficially kind.

At this time, Li Shixin, with his straight back, looked tall and tall, as if he was ten years younger. The kindness and peace between the eyebrows disappeared without a trace, and was replaced by full severity. If you look closely, even the nasolabial folds around his mouth seem to be a little darker.

Fortunately, he knew it was an act on the set, and if he met him on the street, he really wouldn't dare to recognize him!

"Ah." Facing Yuji's question, Wang Hai hesitated, "This is the actor playing Coach Liu, Li Shixin, Mr. Li."

After finishing speaking, he patted Jiao Chendong beside him, "Is it Mr. Li?"

As a director, Jiao Chendong was also shocked by Li Shixin's ever-changing temperament.

But he knew what kind of character and actor he was, so he nodded and confirmed: "That's right, Mr. Wang, it's the old man."

When several entertainment reporters heard this, they immediately smelled the material, and immediately walked towards the stairs.

The stairway on the first and a half floors.

Li Shixin looked at Qiao Hong, who was obviously an old lady, but looked like a girl, and frowned.

"Hello, Teacher Qiao."

Li Shixin called Teacher Qiao, and Qiao Hong woke up instantly.

She looked blankly at her surroundings, and then at the man in front of her. The shyness and panic on her face gradually faded away, and she returned to her previous appearance.

Regardless of Wang Hai, Yao Wen and others who strode to her side to help and complain, the old lady waved her hand.

As if to use his eyes to dissect, Qiao Hong carefully looked at Li Shixin up and down again, before Qiao Hong said with a slight sense of loss: "You are not Coach Liu."

After saying this, the old lady laughed at herself: "Look at me, I'm confused again. Coach Liu passed away in 2002, and I even attended the funeral. How could you be Coach Liu?"

Fearing that the old lady would be irritated again, Yao Wen on the side quickly supported Qiao Hong, "Mr. Qiao, please don't get excited."

Qiao Hong smiled and waved his hands.

Once again, he looked at Li Shixin carefully for a while.

During this period, she raised her hand many times to touch Li Shixin, but she seemed afraid of breaking the flower in the moon mirror in the water, and finally put it down.

It wasn't until the circles of his eyes turned red that he sighed, "But it really looks alike, it's so similar."

As she spoke, she pointed to Li Shixin who rolled up only one sleeve, "It's not just about his temperament. Coach Liu has injured his right arm and is afraid of the cold. The sleeves of his sportswear jackets are always rolled up on the left side, and even this little habit is the same. You, do you know Coach Liu?"

Li Shixin looked at the posture on the set and listened to the soft discussions of the people around him, and he roughly understood what happened just now.

Facing Qiao Hong, who was staring at him with red circles, he smiled slightly: "Yes, new old friend."

"No, what do you call a new old friend?" Wang Hai on the side wondered, "Besides, Coach Liu is going."

In the middle of speaking, he was afraid that Qiao Hong would be irritated, so he swallowed the second half of the sentence vividly.

Seeing Wang Hai feeling uncomfortable, Li Shixin smiled brightly, "Why can't you be an old friend with a new friend? As for how to make a good friend."

It is indeed divine.

In order to play this role well these days, Li Shixin not only read through the original work several times, but also spent a lot of effort searching for film and television materials about Coach Liu on the Internet.

There is not much information, only a pre-match interview of the Asian Games, and a few interview videos of local news.

Facing these limited video materials, Li Shixin tried to imitate them over and over again. From dressing style to movement and demeanor, to subconscious habits, speaking tone and accent.

Listening to the slight Hunan accent between Li Shixin's words, Qiao Hong couldn't control herself anymore, she grabbed Li Shixin's arm.

"You are not only close friends with Coach Liu!"

In front of all the reporters and crew members, the old lady wiped away her tears and smiled innocently like a little girl again: "With you, Coach Liu is still alive!"

Hearing Qiao Hong's words were not a compliment, but almost the highest evaluation of an actor, there was silence on the set.

I don't know who started it, and there was an echoed applause in the studio.

Immediately, applause spread.

drop!

Received a strong [Respect] applause value, 47569 points!

Accepting the applause silently, Li Shixin bowed slightly amidst the tide of applause.

"Mr. Qiao, let's go back to the hotel. It's been a whole morning. You should have a good rest in the afternoon. Tomorrow, the Beijing Sports Bureau will send someone to pick you up. If you still have to fly, don't be too tired. Taking advantage of everyone's applause, Yao Wen pushed the wheelchair to Qiao Hong's side, and gently persuaded her.

But Qiao Hong shook her head stubbornly, "No. Xiao Yao, tell the other side of the capital that I won't leave."

"Ah?" Yao Wen's face collapsed, "Mr. Qiao, what should you do here in your situation? You still need to go for regular checkups and treatment for your illness. We don't have as good medical conditions as Beijing."

"No." Qiao Hong shook her head slightly, "Actually, you all know it, and I know it too. Alzheimer's is incurable, that's what it is. I thank you for your concern for me, an old man, but at the same time I beg you "

She looked at Li Shixin who had left the set and was about to start filming, and smiled: "Let me remember it once more before I forget it."

Yao Wenwen wanted to refuse such an old man with mid-stage dementia who would become psychotic when stimulated, and who was also severely forgetful.

But thinking of the rough life and bleak evening scene of the former world champion, he finally swallowed the word "no" and nodded.

In the middle of the set, the staff of the scene and photography staff hurriedly cleaned up the mess.

An Xiaoxiao, who was trembling from the sudden madness of Qiao Hong just now, saw that Li Shixin had conquered the audience with just one appearance, and his eyes had changed.

This is the boss, right?

This is definitely the boss, right?

Watching Li Shixin walk to her side, An Xiaoxiao jumped in front of Li Shixin.

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"Big, big brother six batches! Teacher Li, do you still lack leg hair?"

But Li Shixin chuckled and patted that little head.

"You didn't get hurt just now, did you?"

"I'm hurt! Teacher Li, look, my leg was hit by a camera stand, look at it, it's all blue!"

Looking at the calf that was indeed a little blue, Li Shixin pressed hard.

Seeing that An Xiaoxiao just bared his teeth, he withdrew his hand.

"Skin trauma, it's okay. Xiaoxiao, if you encounter this kind of situation in the future, remember to protect your head."

"Oh, oh! But, why? Our Beiwu teachers all said that if I were a little fatter, I would have the most beautiful legs in Beiwu in the past ten years! And the teacher asked me to insure my legs, saying that I would count as practicing dancing in the future I can't make a living, but I can support myself by being a leg model."

Facing An Xiaoxiao's stinky fart, Li Shixin looked at the sky.

Sighed: "Child, how high is a person's achievements? It doesn't depend on how long her long board is, but how short her short board is."

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"oh."

Facing this unintelligible advice, An Xiaoxiao nodded blankly.

"But Mr. Li, what does this have to do with protecting your head?"