dognovel Chapter 137 Zi Feiyu, the joy of knowing the fish
Chapter 137 Zi Feiyu, the joy of knowing the fish
Chapter 137 Zi Feiyu, the joy of knowing the fish
"Hey, what are you thinking?"
Yang Mi glanced at the absent-minded Qin Muchu, picked up a chopstick of mutton and put it into the copper pot, the bubbling clear soup cooked the mutton in a few seconds, then put the cooked mutton into the sesame sauce bowl, and poured it down in one bite. The tenderness and freshness of the mutton bloomed on the taste buds, and the face was filled with satisfaction.
In Yanjing in November, the weather has turned cold, and many people on the street put on thick coats.
At this time, it was not too early to eat mutton in the copper pot. The tables next to them were filled with steam, and the room was warm.
"I want to be an actor."
Qin Muchu came back to his senses, took a chopstick of mutton and rinsed it, dipped some sauce into his mouth, and put on the pain mask the next moment.
Swallowing the mutton with difficulty, he picked up the soy milk next to him and took a big gulp to suppress the spicy taste in his mouth.
"How do you make the chili sauce?"
Yang Mi pushed her cup of soy milk to Qin Muchu:
"Hey, I see there's a new dipping sauce there, so I want to try it out."
"Try me?"
"Of course, my tongue can't eat bad food." Yang Mi took it for granted.
Qin Muchu nodded:
"Okay then, you pay the bill later."
"why?"
"I have other uses for my money."
"..."
Yang Mi brought a new bowl of dipping ingredients to Qin Muchu's side. Seeing that he was distracted again, she asked:
"What are you thinking, so fascinated?"
"It's hard to find an actor to play the first emperor."
Qin Muchu ordered some dipping sauce with chopsticks and put it in his mouth to taste it. After confirming that it was sesame sauce, he started to boil the mutton.
"There's nothing hard to find here, just Mr. Chen Daomin, one stop there is the emperor himself. Besides, didn't he play the first emperor in "Heroes"?" Yang Mi didn't care.
There are too many actors in China who can play the emperor, besides Chen Daomin, there are also Chen Baoguo, Zhang Tielin, Zhang Guoqi...they are all familiar faces who often play the emperor.
Unexpectedly, Qin Muchu shook his head in denial:
"No, it's not suitable."
"Inappropriate?" Yang Mi was surprised, "Why isn't it appropriate?"
"Age inappropriate."
Qin Muchu said,
"The Emperor Shihuang in my script was about 30 years old before Jingke's assassination of the Qin Dynasty. Mr. Chen was too old...
Besides, the Emperor Shi Huang in my script is in the period when he is ambitious and wants to destroy the six kingdoms. He must have the arrogance and arrogance of a young man. Mr. Chen's temperament is too stable, and he is a mature monarch who has been on the throne for many years, so it doesn't feel right. "
When Yang Mi heard what Qin Muchu said, the number of actors who could play the first emperor shrunk instantly.
The actors she thought of just now were wiped out.
"Actors around the age of 30...to be able to act well in a drama, they must have strong lines, good acting skills, and even more domineering performances..."
Yang Mi smacked her lips,
"Then you have something to look for."
"Find it."
Qin Muchu picked up a chopstick of mutton and put it in his mouth.
In fact, there was someone in his heart who chose him, the actor who played the first emperor in "National Treasure" he saw in his previous life.
Unfortunately, he didn't know the actor's name.
I only vaguely remember that actor looked like the terracotta warriors came to life, playing the first emperor was amazing.
"Why do you go after dinner?" Yang Mi asked suddenly.
"Go back and rest, what else can I do? By the way, I have to ask the Spring Festival Gala to send me a list of actors who are around 30 years old with good acting skills. I can pick and choose if there is any suitable one."
In fact, Chaoqin Muchu Company can also do this, but the channel information network is definitely not as wide as the Spring Festival Gala.
"Your lifestyle is almost the same as my retired grandparents." Yang Mi complained.
Young people don't talk about dancing and drinking, and there is no reason to go home without this point.
"You can also call me Grandpa, I don't mind."
Qin Muchu ignored Yang Mi's complaints and fought back.
"Can't you give yourself a vacation?"
Yang Mi looked at Qin Muchu like a curious baby:
"I'm either writing scripts or reading books every day. Anyway, I'm always working. Don't you feel bored?"
"I don't think so, I'm enjoying it."
"But you have already achieved a lot, so why don't you indulge yourself? Otherwise, what's the point of success?" Yang Mi didn't understand.
She is not a person who swells and flies when she succeeds in her career, and becomes extravagant and pleasure-seeking from then on.
But if she had achieved what Qin Muchu had achieved now, she felt that it was impossible for her to live like an ascetic like Qin Muchu.
Qin Muchu understood what Yang Mi meant.
Some time ago, he also thought that since he was so successful, if he wanted money, money, and fame, should he indulge a bit, play with female stars, buy luxury cars, drink, gamble...
But he didn't do it in the end.
Because when he thinks of himself like that, he feels very...boring, boring.
It's better to lie on the sofa at home and watch a movie and read a book for a while.
He looked at Yang Mi:
"It depends on who you want to be.
Take actors for example. Some actors only film because they like acting. He enjoys being on the set and creating a character under the camera. He abandons.
His identity is separated, he is an actor when he is on the set, and he is an ordinary person outside the set.
He doesn't care about fans or fame at all, and he doesn't even want to have them. "
"There are people like this? Then why does he still want to be an actor?" Yang Mi was full of disbelief.
"Don't talk about it? Acting, people only want the actor's acting part.
In your opinion, this kind of actor must be incomprehensible, but he is very happy and enjoys this kind of lifestyle.
The child is not a fish, An Zhiyu is happy. "
Qin Muchu finished the last bit of mutton in the copper pot, while Yang Mi was still frowning and thinking.
Is there really such a person?
I do not believe!
"Anyway, I want to be a good actor in the future, the kind with top acting skills and many awards, but I also need to be famous, have a lot of fans, and get a lot of response wherever I go. Just a few words can be reported by the media."
Qin Muchu listened to Yang Mi's rhetoric with a smile, and picked up the soy milk:
"Then wish that day will come soon."
"cheers!"
The two clinked glasses and both smiled.
Yang Mi's idea is also good, isn't it?
At least what she wants to be is an actor, and the first thing to talk about is acting skills, not fame...
After sending Yang Mi back to school, Qin Muchu drove back to the courtyard.
Yang Mi still has class tomorrow. She is in school during this time, and basically lives in the dormitory, so she didn't go home.
Although her family is in Yanjing, it is not close to Yanying, so it is not convenient to live on campus.
When I arrived at the courtyard, I turned on the computer, and an email message flashed.
Click to open it, and it is the list of actors sent by the Spring Festival Gala program group.
The list includes not only the actor recommendation of Emperor Shihuang, but also the actor list of Yan Taizi Dan.
This role is to act as a green leaf to set off the greatness of the first emperor. Although most of the time it is the background board, there are many scenes showing his face and more than a dozen lines, so there are many scenes.
Qin Muchu clicked to view the profiles of the actors one by one, focusing on their photos, hoping to find the face of the "terracotta warrior" in his memory.
But after searching for a long time, I couldn't find it.
"Could it be that he became a monk halfway and hasn't acted yet?"
Qin Muchu looked at the photos of the last actor, but couldn't find him, so he was a little puzzled.
In fact, he didn't have to be that actor, but Qin Muchu's mind of Emperor Shihuang brought other actors to play, and he always felt that he was not as shocking as he brought him.
And since you want to do something, it's fine if you don't have that ability, but with that ability, Qin Muchu will do his best to achieve the ultimate.
After thinking about it, he called Jin Yue.
The call got through, but was quickly hung up, and after about ten minutes, he called again.
"Hello? Xiao Qin, what's the matter? The actor has been selected?"
Qin Muchu glanced at the alarm clock, it was almost ten o'clock, and the faint noise from the phone guessed that Jin Yue was still in the studio.
"No, that's why I called."
"Oh? There are so many actors who didn't like it? Is it because Emperor Shihuang didn't find the right one or was it Prince Dan?"
"It's Emperor Shihuang, I feel... a bit off the mark."
"..."
There was silence on the phone for a while.
"Okay, then I'll ask them to expand the scope of actor search, but Xiao Qin, you have to give us more specific requirements, otherwise if the scope is expanded, it will be like finding a needle in a haystack."
The list of actors they sent to Qin Muchu this time are all well-known actors who are familiar to the audience.
If you want to expand, you have to look for unknown faces.
In that case, with only one condition of about thirty, the quantity would be overwhelming.
"Um……"
Qin Muchu pondered for a while.
More specific requirements...
There was a flash of inspiration in his mind:
"It must look like a terracotta army!"
"What? Terracotta Warriors?"
Jin Yue's voice on the other end of the phone was very surprised, as if he was shocked by Qin Muchu's words.
"Yes, the terracotta army, the kind buried in the Xi'an tomb, and people..."
"You don't need to explain, I know what terracotta warriors are..."
Jin Yue interrupted Qin Muchu's words, and paused for a while:
"Xiao Qin, are you sure you're looking for an actor who looks like a terracotta warrior? Isn't this... a bit weird? You can't cast an actor who looks like a terracotta warrior just because you played the first emperor, and the first emperor didn't cast a terracotta warrior..." Jin Yue persuaded .
He really can't imagine what it means for an actor to look like a terracotta warrior.
Thanks to playing the first emperor, if you want to play cats and dogs, you have to find actors who look like cats and dogs?
"Look for it first, and when you find it later, you will understand what I mean."
"Okay... is there anything else?"
Seeing Qin Muchu's insistence, Jin Yue didn't say any more.
The highest decision-making power for this show is in Qin Muchu's hands. Since he asked Qin Muchu to do this show, he won't point fingers.
All he could do was try his best to satisfy Qin Muchu's request.
"No, that's all."
"Okay, I will give you another list as soon as possible. I still have a meeting here, so I hang up."
After finishing speaking, Jin Yue hastily hung up the phone.
Qin Muchu shook his head.
In the eyes of outsiders, a big man like the chief director of the Spring Festival Gala holds the power of life and death of countless star actors and shows, and is majestic.
But who would have thought that he was still working overtime, and he might not be able to go home until one or two o'clock in the middle of the night, or even didn't go home at all, and took a break in the studio.
Is it bitter?Tired?
definitely.
Then why do you still have to do it? Isn’t it good to enjoy happiness?
Still the same sentence, a child is not a fish, An Zhiyu is happy.
Qin Muchu stood up, went to the bathroom to wash and prepare for bed.
He is also very tired from staying up late these days writing program plans and scripts.
……
Early the next morning, Qin Muchu was having breakfast when his cell phone rang suddenly.
I took a look, it was Zeng Li.
"Are you at home?"
"exist."
"Open the door, I'm outside."
……
"Why are you here? The house has been chosen?"
Qin Muchu looked at Zeng Li on the opposite side of the coffee table. Today she was wearing a white casual hooded sweater and jeans, her hair was tied into a braid, full of youth, she looked several years younger, like a girl in her early twenties.
"Not a good choice."
Zeng Li was fiddling with the tea set, pouring water to soak again, the big pot poured the small pot, the small pot poured the cup, and the water in the cup was poured out again, in short, it was very complicated.
In Qin Muchu's eyes, this set of operations was like soaking in loneliness for a long time.
Seeing Zeng Li repeat the operation just now, just when Qin Muchu thought that he was going to "soak in loneliness" again, Zeng Li picked up a teacup and handed it to him.
With a smile on his face:
"Try it, it's different from your way of drinking peony."
"The biggest difference is that you waste an extra pot of water."
Qin Muchu muttered, took the cup that Zeng Li handed over, and was about to drink it all down, when he thought of those literati and elegant guests (pretending to be criminals) drinking tea on TV, he gave a hand.
Put the teacup under your nose, sniff it lightly, then take a shallow sip, and let out an "ah" in admiration.
"How?" Zeng Li smiled expectantly.
"Completely... no difference."
Qin Muchu couldn't hold it any longer, so he drank the tea in the cup and went to get the teapot again:
"I'd better use this to drink. I'll drink a small sip from such a big cup at a time. I'm so anxious."
"Let go!"
Zeng Li raised his eyebrows, slapped Qin Muchu's hand holding the teapot, took the teapot to her side, poured himself a cup of tea, drank it, and showed an expression of enjoyment.
He glared at Qin Muchu again:
"My tea art is like playing the piano to a cow."
Qin Muchu curled his lips and said disdainfully:
"You have to be thankful that you are playing the piano with a cow. The cow is honest and simple. If you play with a donkey, it will get impatient and kick you."
He stood up, picked up the soy milk on the table and drank it.
"Tell me, why did you come to me early in the morning? Say it first, the unreasonable request for hands-free, the tea ceremony bribe you just did is completely unacceptable to me."
Zeng Li rolled his pretty eyes. Just now, he showed off his tea art. In the eyes of this guy, is it bribery?
"Are you stupid and you don't know what day it is?"
Qin Muchu thought for a while, but still couldn't remember what day it was.
"What date? How many days do you commemorate the birth of my great director?"
Zeng Li showed obvious dislike on his face, he raised his forehead and said:
"Rehearsal, isn't today the two of us rehearsing for the Spring Festival Gala for the first time?"
"Oh? You said this."
Qin Muchu remembered.
He glanced at the date. It was originally scheduled that he and Zeng Li would go to the rehearsal for the Spring Festival Gala today, but since he was the assistant director of the Spring Festival Gala, he forgot about it.
"Did you really forget?"
Zeng Li's eyes widened, he couldn't believe that Qin Muchu could forget such an important matter.
"I'm busy with everything, how can I remember such trivial things." Qin Muchu pretended to be aggressive.
"Small thing?"
Zeng Li looked completely speechless,
"Then, Director Qin, what is the most important thing for you?"
"Cut, see for yourself."
Qin Muchu threw the task card over.
Anyway, Zeng Li would know about going to the studio later, and he didn't intend to hide it.
"Associate director of the Spring Festival Gala? You?"
Zeng Li's eyes widened.
Not to mention, it's pretty cute.
Half an hour later, Qin Muchu explained to Zeng Li the program he was going to plan for the Spring Festival Gala.
The reason why he told Zeng Li was not without purpose.
"You have been in the entertainment industry for so many years. You are considered an old senior. You should know a lot of actors. Help me pay attention, and then ask your classmates if there are any suitable actors."
What he said was true, but Zeng Li found it extremely harsh.
"No!" she said angrily.
Qin Muchu glanced at her:
"Don't help? The company is planning to open a branch in Africa, and artists need to go there to gain popularity, so you go."
Africa?Go there to open up what popularity?Dancing with lions and hyenas?
Zeng Li knew that it was Qin Muchu who was threatening her, but under the eaves, he had to lower his head and grit his teeth and stare at Qin Muchu:
"Understood, I will pay attention!"
"Ah."
Qin Muchu nodded in satisfaction,
"You have to be good at acting, around 30 years old, and look like terracotta warriors."
"Looks like a terracotta army?"
Zeng Li was also surprised by this condition.
Suddenly, she seemed to think of something, looked at Qin Muchu with complicated eyes, hesitated a few times, and finally said:
"I really know an actor. He is very good at acting. He happens to be 30 years old, but I'm not sure if he looks like a terracotta army."
"Oh? Very good acting skills?" Qin Muchu became a little interested.
"Well, he's at the actor's level, but he has a weird temper, and he's particularly picky about scripts. If the script isn't good, he won't be willing to act. He's usually very low-key, so he doesn't have much reputation in the circle."
Seeing that Zeng Li praised an actor so highly, Qin Muchu also became interested:
"What's the name? Don't be brushed off by me."
Zeng Li's expression was complicated, he hesitated for a long time before saying a name:
"Fu Dalong."
(End of this chapter)