Disaster Artist

Chapter 83 Displacement and Change

Amid the loud rumbling sound, Bai Zhe opened his eyes.

At five o'clock in the morning, the oversized garbage truck arrived at the garbage dump, piling the towering garbage mountain even higher.

Very good, it's a sunny day today, no need to worry about the roof leaking.

This is their sixth day hiding in the garbage den.Here, life itself is a physical and mental discipline.

Taking the house they live in as an example, it would be more appropriate to call this thing a plastic shed.

The two-story villa is entirely made of recycled high-strength plastic panels and does not contain reinforced concrete.There are several solar panels on the roof and an antique water purifier on the first floor.

If you sleep in the attic, it will be like sleeping in a cradle when the wind is strong at night.

The small villa is more than 300 meters away from the nearest garbage mountain and is upwind most of the time. It is a high-quality property and the room fee is three sticks of nutritional ointment per day.

Because they were worried about being hit to death by a dangerous house in the middle of the night, and also worried about their car being taken away, Bai Zhe and Zhuang Xi took turns sleeping in the car, while the other one slept on the first floor waiting to die.

Having seen the sky beach in Central District, and then staying in a plastic shanty that dreamed back to the 20th century, it felt quite explosive.

Bai Zhe put on a shit yellow coat and a loose woolen hat and went out to greet Zhuang Xi.

She was already doing morning exercises in the open space, wearing a thick coat, with white mist evaporating above her head in the cold air.

"how's the progress?"

"not much."

Zhuang Xi crossed his legs, slowly bent over, his fingertips touched the ground, and his arms made a strange posture.

She raised her hands so violently that she twisted her body around her waist into a visually impactful curve, displaying explosive yet restrained strength.

Spin and dance, the toes touch the ground lightly, the arms seem to be struggling and dancing within an invisible film, and the body's center of gravity is as stable as a rock.

She jumped up with all her strength, as if vibrating invisible wings, and then fell quickly, changing from extreme movement to extreme stillness.

Be humble. Be humble.

In Bai Zhe's eyes, the invisible cocoon and net have already taken shape.

Red eggs are very effective in improving Zhuang Xi's overall physical fitness.Her newly designed dance moves increasingly feel like something between human and inhuman. The back strength and flexibility required are seriously beyond the limits, and the beauty is tinged with weirdness.

He applauded sincerely, but the dancer shook his head slightly.

"It's still just imitating Him."

Bai Zhe was startled.Your goal is a bit high.

Not only imitate, but also want to surpass?
"I imitate Him, Sikora imitates me, there is no difference."

"But in theory, any movement of the machine can be imitated, right?"

It sounds really difficult to create a dance that is unique to you.

"Xikora's ability to learn and imitate is by no means perfect. She is not the so-called God of Dance. I just haven't figured it out yet."

Zhuang Xi continued to practice, trying to find a breakthrough point of inspiration in the extensive training.

Bai Zhe watched from the side, recalling the birth process of "Rust".

The tune is based on Sooko's rant, but they each put their own spin on it, although neither of them can tell which part is personal.

Zhuang Xi is right.The work is based on Ashinma, but after all, it is her own dance and cannot just be an imitation.

He sketched out scenes in his mind, imagining Zhuang Xi dancing in the center of the stage, how the light and shadow should change with her, and what kind of color and atmosphere it should be.

Not far away, there was a little girl wearing battle-damaged equipment standing by the wall, quietly watching Zhuang Xi dance.

There is a big pocket on the back and a gas mask hanging on the chest. He should be a scavenger who makes a living from the garbage mountain.After dumping garbage in the early morning, it's time for them to go to work.

This was the second time she came to see Zhuang Xi practice dancing in the early morning.Bai Zhe didn't chase her away, and his shadow vision showed that the other party had no ill intentions.

In a hellish place like a garbage dump, there is not much goodwill between people. Fights over a glass of pure water or a solar panel often happen.

The large amounts of drinking water and medicine they have stored could cause a lot of trouble if exposed.However, most scavengers have very low force values ​​and pose no threat to them.It is quite rare for a girl to look at you with pure admiration and envy.

The next day, the scavenger girl stood closer.

On the third day, the girl greeted them.Bai Zhe bought a razor from her with two sticks of fruit-flavored nutritional cream.

On the fourth day, Zhuang Xi taught the girl a few simple dance steps and postures, and the girl gave Zhuang Xi a wooden bracelet.

Day [-].

"lets go."

"Did she recognize it?"

"She's been looking at your face today, not your movements."

Bai Zhe was making nonsense.In fact, the girl's shadow has undergone complex changes today, mixed with doubts and malice, and is no longer pure as before.

It was probably because the scavengers heard about the dancer who was offered a reward of one million dollars, and they had a vague hope of improving their lives.

I'm pretty lucky to be able to hide in a garbage den for ten days.

Zhuang Xi did not ask for details.Bai Zhe seems to have a special skill in identifying people, and his accuracy is quite high.

It only took a few minutes for the two of them to pack up their belongings, leave the garbage dump at dawn, and flee in another direction in a broken car.

The mist is hazy and the morning light is dim, just the right environment for moths.

In the small hotel room, Zhuang Xi sat by the bed after taking a bath, stroking the rough wooden bracelet.

After staying in the garbage den for ten days, they looked like that and smelled like they were, even if they stood in front of acquaintances, they wouldn't dare to recognize them.

She didn't dare to bathe in the water there for fear of causing genetic mutations, so she just wiped her body with a towel dipped in water after daily dance practice.This is the dirtiest moment in Zhuang Xi's life.

Bai Zhe's condition is much better.After all, it is a big dark cockroach, hiding in the garbage nest is like going home.

"I feel now that some of the performances I participated in before were idiotic."

"What an idiot?"

He put the chair and sofa together into a small bed and leaned on the soft back of the chair.It is simply an imperial level of enjoyment.

"A certain excellent artist created a great work A based on what he saw and felt."

Zhuang Xi slowly organized his words.

"Another creator sees A and creates B based on what he sees and feels. But as for the third person, he just picks out the parts of A and B that the audience likes and makes C."

"No.1 creates, the second develops, and the third stitches."

"Ah."

She paused for a while and continued:

“The fourth person made D based on ABC. The fifth person, and countless others, all made different versions of D.

The appearance is colorful, but in essence it is just an infinitely empty self-reflection.These works replicate indefinitely like viruses, achieving overall harmony through inbreeding. "

Most of the performances she participated in before were this kind of idiotic stuff.The mirror no longer reflects reality, just a bunch of mirrors looking back and forth.

Bai Zhe touched his chin.Good guy, are you going to have an epiphany and escape into Buddhism?
"Zhuang Xi, you seem to have just discovered pop culture."

"what?"

She was stunned for a moment, as if that was indeed the case.

At this moment, Zhuang Xi finally grasped the essence of Xikora.It is a perfect stitch monster created by combining a huge amount of entertainment performances with the purpose of pleasing the audience.

She touched the window paper.Blow out the window with one punch.

　Adding a chapter makes me dizzy.Keep working on the manuscript!
　　Cat Overseer is already too sleepy to sleep, he is really weak.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)