Woke Up, the Actor Picked Up the Cub

When Duan Congzhi reached Xuande's gate, he reined in his horse to slow down, his eyes turned around, and he saw a long table in a corner, barely able to hook up with the word interview.

I haven’t eaten pork, and I’ve seen pigs run. Duan Congzhi grew up in the film and television city. He also played a lot of dramas. He knew that the crew came to the film and television base to film the film. They burned money every day. Where did the spare money come from? Choosing people, let alone starring.

Most of the ones that can be selected in the film and television city are those who want to show their faces.

Chen Sanbao said that he chose the protagonist, but Duan Congyi didn't believe it at the beginning. Now it is not surprising to see this simple interview venue.

He rode a horse and walked over, and the few people standing there looked at him. Duan Congzhi rolled over and got off his horse neatly. Sitting behind a long table forty, the man wearing a fisherman hat looked at him: "Brother Xiao Duan ?"

Duan Congzhi: "..."

This is probably Chen Sanbao's friend.

Probably Chen Sanbao had told him about Duan Congzhi's situation, and he ordered someone casually: "I'll see if you have two tricks."

The person he spotted directly fisted Duan Congzhi without saying anything. He threw a fist with his right hand. Duan Congzhi dodged sideways, and his left hand came to Duan Congzhi's eyes.

Sheng Yi curled up the corners of his mouth proudly. He was left-handed. Many people would suffer this loss the first time they played against him. He seemed to have seen the little white face in front of him being swollen with a punch.

The fist wind had arrived, and Duan Cong's waist folded and tilted back forty-five degrees between the electric light and the flint, which could withstand the oncoming attack.

After two consecutive fist failures, Sheng Yi put away his thoughts of playfulness and took a little more serious, but soon his anger accumulated bit by bit. This little white face did not fight back at all, no matter where he attacked, how he shot. The people in front of me just hide.

What's more, he still keeps one hand behind him.

The cat teases like a mouse, and anyone with eyes knows that he didn't try his best.

Duan Congzhi didn't deliberately play tricks, but the relationship with the people he usually discussed with him is still passable, and he is habitual to save a bit of face. After all, he really does not have anything to do with others.

It was almost time, Duan Congzhi had been manually behind his back.

He also held a horse whip in his hand, and the soft part of the whip was wrapped around the bamboo handle and held in his hand, so it would not hurt anyone.

The whip was less than a dozen centimeters away, but it became a weapon in Duan Congzhi's hands. He couldn't see how he moved. He didn't even strike a few times before Sheng Yi stopped his attack with both arms. They were so sour that they couldn't lift up, standing still staring at him.

Opposite him, Duan Congzhi gave him a leisurely hand: "Accept."

The outcome was clear, but Sheng Yi was not convinced, and snorted coldly, "He has the ability to fight openly."

In the past, whether he was fighting or discussing, he always had contacts, offenses and blocks. The first time he encountered Duan Congzhi blindly dodge, he was so suffocated.

Duan Congzhi shook his head and said sincerely: "I am afraid of pain."

Sheng Yi: "..."

The man who just called Duan Congzhi's Xiao Duan brother said at the right time: "This paragraph is good. You can perfect it when Xiao Sheng turns around."

As soon as he spoke, the people around here knew that there was nothing to play, and they all broke up after saying hello. Duan Congzhi heard them call the man in a fisherman hat, Director Li.

The director of this play is Huang Qi, and this director Li should be an assistant director.

Duan Congzhi walked to him and shouted to Director Li. Director Li took out a briefcase from the drawer and rummaged in it while talking to him.

"The young man is in good condition, how come you want to be a stand-in?"

"……substitute?"

Chen Sanbao didn't lie to him? Although it is a stand-in, it is also a starring role.

Duan Congzhi originally planned to play a small supporting role, and then look for a chance to meet Young Master Lin-Duan Congzhi still doesn't know his name, and contact him for one or two, maybe he can figure out the cause of his death in his previous life.

If he knew it was a substitute at first, he would not come.

Director Li stopped his movements and looked up at him: "You don't know?"

Duan Congzhi was expressionless: "I don't know."

Director Li is obviously very satisfied with him. It is not difficult to find good skills. The difficult thing is to have a good figure, or the kind that is very close to the celebrity. Just now those are the martial arts or martial arts of other people in the crew. Not on Duan Congzhi.

His face is also good, and he looks a bit like the protagonist. Director Li looks more and more satisfied. He curls his eyebrows and looks at him: "Then you don't sign?"

"Sorry."

Duan Congzhi wanted to act, but he didn't want to be a stand-in. Many of the martial arts stars of the older generation started as substitutes. Now they are different. It is not him who plays. With his face, it is not difficult to get a name on the cast list for a character with a line.

In contrast, the double is more like a behind-the-scenes worker, too slow.

Director Li didn't know what went wrong, anyway, people are now in front of him by mistake, and he won't let it go easily.

He took out a piece of paper at random, wrote a number on it, and pushed it toward Duan Congzhi one hundred and eighty degrees.

"To tell you the truth, this stand-in is very important. It is urgent to recruit. The salary is quite high. At least this number. You agree now. I can fight for you again."

Duan Congzhi glanced, half of Vacheron Constantin, he didn't know the market, and he didn't know whether the price was high or low.

"...It's not difficult for you to develop in the circle of long-term relationships. Take care of it. Let's make friends. I will contact you when I have a chance. How about?"

He said that he handed Duan Congzhi a cigarette, and Duan Congzhi took it between his index finger and **** without smoking. He was considering whether to use this half of Vacheron Constantin as a substitute.

He ran away from home, and it was not appropriate to use the money given by the Qin family.

The smoke between the fingers burned quietly. Not far from the city gate, a man in a white dress and a mask appeared in the sight of everyone. Guide Li pointed to the figure: "Did you see, the one you want to replace is our drama The lead actor in here, someone in the back is not short of money, maybe I can add some privately to you at that time."

To be honest, Duan Congzhi was a bit disappointed. In his previous life, he liked martial arts the most. He even had a good impression of this young master Lin. He didn't expect that the martial arts were not made by him.

He laughed, not entangled with Vacheron Constantin.

"Should I stand for him?"

The assistant director glanced at the protagonist and then at him. His expression gradually became subtle. The double didn't seem to be that suitable. Nothing else. Putting him and the protagonist together suppressed the protagonist.

But there is no more suitable person right now.

Director Li cleared his throat and waved his hand: "Hey, it's not good to say about this, maybe it will be him Lin Han who will serve you in the future."

Duan Congzhi raised his eyebrows, this assistant director was a bit interesting.

The assistant director also raised his eyebrows at him, with a cigarette in his hand, and lighted the paper on the table: "How about it? Sign or not?"

Duan Congzhi finally asked him a question: "Will you be beaten?"

Director Li looked at him up and down and hissed: "Is it really painful?"

Duan Congzhi nodded, and Director Li was a bit strange. The martial arts actor was too normal to throw and bump. Although Duan Congzhi looked like a vase, he shouldn't practice less in this skill, so he was afraid of pain.

Dao Li was surprised, and still gave him a promise: "Don't worry, when the protagonist pretends to be forced when you need you, only you beat someone."

Today, the makeup photo is taken, and he doesn’t need to be a substitute. Ma stays in the crew, and Duan Congzhi is ready to leave after signing the contract.

Lin Han’s assistant was delivering drinks to the crew, and Duan Congzhi heard several makeup artists gather together to discuss Lin Han in a low voice.

"I remember this sour plum soup is ten yuan a cup?"

"Superficial, isn't it? The rich and powerful young master, would you care about this little money?"

"Doesn't his fans always say that they will go home and inherit the family business if they are not good at filming?"

...

The family business of the Lin family is probably not something that Lin Han can inherit if he wants to.

Duan Congzhi also got a glass of sour plum juice, plugged in a straw and took a sip, not as good as home.

After leaving the crew, Duan Congzhi did not return to Jingui community, but went to his dad's small restaurant and ordered a takeaway.

It's funny, his dad is a cook, and he conquered his mom with his first cooking skills, but Duan Congzhi didn't learn his dad's craftsmanship at all. When he was young, he helped out in restaurants, and the most he did was deliver food.

At that time, there was no takeaway, and the meals ordered by the crew and them were all sent by them.

Chen Sanbao raises horses at home, and children love to go to his house. Duan Congzhi has the best relationship with him. He rode two horses for three days to send meals to the crew, and sometimes he can even leave a shot with the horse.

Later, when the Qin’s family was taking equestrian lessons, Duan Congzhi rarely encountered the "aristocratic sports" he had played, and eagerly got on the ground.

Then he heard a short laugh, and he followed the sound. There was more than one laugh, but the others were restrained a little better.

Duan Congzhi's riding a horse is a wild way he learned, looks pretty cool, with a lot of problems.

The teacher who taught them how to ride also laughed, and came to guide him to mount.

But correcting mistakes is more difficult than learning for the first time. Duan Congzhi's muscle memory has been formed, and his movements have not been as natural and smooth as others.

The teacher taught him that he was called away by others within a short time. They had no problem in fact, and they pestered the teacher just to watch Duan Congzhi make a fool of himself.

Under the concerted efforts, none of the four teachers had time to give Duan Congzhi's advice.

After all, he was just a twelve-year-old kid. After realizing the purpose of other people, he pressed his lips tightly, did not speak, and tried to do what the teacher said.

There was always a sound of laughter in his ears.

This situation continued until Qin Ke arrived at the racecourse.

Duan Congzhi went to the study to look for him the day before learning riding. Qin Ke had clearly said that he would not come, and I don't know why he is coming again now.

He didn't ask anything, said nothing, got on Duan Congzhi's horse, corrected his movements inch by inch, led him to speed on the grass, and taught him how to deal with emergencies.

Duan Congzhi was distracted to look at other people, Qin Ke's indifferent voice came from above: "I don't have time to teach you again."

Duan Congzhi retracted his attention, but said, "You said yesterday that there was no time to come."

Qin Ke Lema: "Go down."

Duan Congzhi turned his head, opened his eyes wide, and rarely subdued: "Don't, I won't be able to say it."

Qin Ke was silent for a moment: "Teach you to get on the horse."

...

When Duan Congzhi helped people in the morning, he knew that he was on TV early and night, but he didn't expect to be on the hot search so soon. Looking at the heroic self in the animation, Duan Congzhi was very satisfied.

I don't know if Qin Ke saw that he was teaching this horsemanship by Qin Ke. Duan Congzhi was a little proud. Qin Ke sat behind him back then, and now he can take others away.

After eight years, what Qin Ke demonstrated, he finally fell into practice.

The author has something to say: Qin Ke: I never taught it:)

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