Rebirth: How a Loser Became a Prince Charming

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Qin Guan Yi waved again and again: "Sister Xue, have you forgotten that I worked with Zhang Yang on the Sunflower? How did he evaluate me?"

"What evaluation, how can I not know." Sister Xue began to play silly.

Qin Guan's helpless forehead reminded: "You forgot? After patting the scene, he patted me on the shoulder for a long time."

"It's been a long time before I said a pity. I was wondering, and he told the truth."

"My image has nothing to do with the directors of their generation!"

"I'm talking about Zhang Yang's original words! Their directors of the generation either pursued the ontology of influence extremely, followed the technical flow, but the actors became foils, or they were paranoid about realism and focused on grassroots. crowd."

"And the few who are walking on the commercial road are still lying on the mud and have not found their way out."

"And my image, in Zhang Yang's original words, is the gift of the creator, and it has nothing to do with the little people they want to shoot."

"You take Huang Bo, and I think he will definitely be very popular. You are going to take me. Isn't it that the group of people used to ridicule that group of people in the past and can only bitterly shoot underground movies to combat their self-confidence!"

Huang Bo was listening to gloating on the side. This was not unfavorable. Qin Guan, who was crushed with Yan value all the way, was also able to be picky about faults. He was not comfortable in his heart.

It turned out that it had not been five minutes before Qin Guan piggybacked himself.

"Who are you talking about? Who are you talking about? I am, I am also an actor! Does the actor know?"

Qin Guan looked at Huang Bo very seriously and said, "Whoever doesn't want to go to this party, but you must go! Gold always shines, and you will definitely be able to ride the waves of the east wind!"

Huang Bo was suddenly taken aback by the seriousness of Qin Guan, and in the gaze that the two still had a meaningful meaning, Sister Xue gave the big policy of going together.

Setting aside the mainstream entertainment scene, we can’t afford it, but we can avoid it, and go to the new generation of directors who are out of tune.

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The night of 798 was slightly cool, and the coldness of Industrial Street was reflected in the white moonlight.

The intersection of reinforced concrete and used parts, even the little supper at the end of the street, can't keep it warm.

Zhang Yuanya spit out a speeding car and passed the dust, holding the loam and beer from a simple plastic bag, and went to his secret base.

There are a few hungry friends who are as hungry as he is waiting for him to return for food in the middle of the night.

In the long and obsolete warehouse corridor, silent and silent, Zhang Yuan walked straight towards the warehouse with the only light at the end.

Suddenly, the dazzling car headlights came on the back, making him alert to turn his head to cover the shadows in front of his eyes, trying to see who was on the car.

The person in the car saw Zhang Yuan's existence, and he knew how to shut down the car. Sister Xue, who was the co-pilot, leaned out of her head and asked loudly in the direction of Zhang Yuan: "The warehouse 1122 in District 798 is here."

Zhang Yuan nodded subconsciously, and three people got off the car, two men and one woman.

He looked at the few people who were getting closer and closer, judging his distance from the base camp. It is said that the workers who work here on night shifts have encountered several robbery by male and female robbers. His luck seems to be bad today. Also brought a younger brother, he is estimated to be difficult to fly wings.

Zhang Yuan took a deep breath, trembling and preparing to let the big brothers and sisters spare their lives, but lost their minds as these people got closer and closer to him.

The silver moonlight spilled from behind Qin Guan, and a slender figure was sprinkled on the pothole dirt road, bathed in the meagre cheeks, and it seemed that he was ethereal and enigmatic.

Without saying that all directors have a romantic heart and infinite brain hole, Zhang Yuan only convinced himself in 0.01 seconds.

"Is it a man or a ghost? Is it a demon or a fairy?"

Huang Bo followed up with Sister Xue, and immediately took Zhang Yuan’s words and slapped on the ass: “Ah, mom, I said, this is not the same as a director. This greeting is so innovative and unique. ."

After Zhang Yuan fully saw the combination of these three, he embarrassed his cough and concealed the previous gaffe. He took the ladder of Huang Bo and went down the steps: "It's Zhang Yang's friend, please don't open it today. He murmured that he was a friend who had filmed together, and he planned to let us see what a commercial film director is.

"Come with me, their group of people are curious and broken. The DV that Zhang Yang took was not taken, they all thought he was bragging and cheating."

Talking Zhang Yuan instantly turned on the machine gun mode: "My grass, today I just believed in the old boy. Sure enough, I didn't lie. What's your name? Qin Guan! It's the same name as an ancient university scholar."

"The name is really not blind, you are just a vase in a proper rotten film, and all commercial films are responsible for the value."

Is there such a boast...

"Those acting schools haven't started acting yet, as long as your face appears on the big screen, hey! Then it's hilarious! Don't worry about the men and women, the young and the old, there is no time to watch movies, all Baba waits for you to continue playing."

"No good, no good! I'm so excited, when are our group of people vulgar, just thinking about the box office?"

Barabara, but at a distance of more than 100 meters, Zhang Yuan’s mouth is the same as Gatling, and he keeps talking.

A few buddies in the warehouse with a hungry front chest against their backs, the old man heard Zhang Yuan's babble.

"This kid! It seems that someone came back together, or the kind that can arouse Zhang Yuan's interest."

"God, forgive me! Who will give us earplugs tonight, otherwise I must be deaf by him!"

"Don't squeak, don't answer anything he says, people are coming, quiet."

Everyone in the warehouse surrounded by a crumbling broken table seemed to be closed by OK, and quieted down.

The yellow light bulbs swaying on the ceiling of the warehouse alone, telling lonely sorrow.

The gate of ‘Gazhizhi’ was pushed open, and Zhang Yuan placed the beer and side dishes on the big table, picked up the large porcelain jar next to it, and Gulu poured down half of the cool white cup.

Zhang Yuan pointed to the audience of Qin, and greeted Zhang Yang's direction. Like an old acquaintance, he and several brothers introduced: "Come here, everyone come and see. This is Director Zhang 2 and we are all right. Just mention it, this person should only be there in the sky, how could the fighter in a vase smell a few times: Qin Guan!"

After Zhang Yuan finished speaking this consciously very humorous word, he realized that it was still quiet in the warehouse. He put down the big porcelain cylinder in front of his face in doubt, and saw a dumbfounded person waiting, like a petrified death. Stared at Qin Guan standing under a dim bulb of 20 watts.

The first reaction came from Zhang Yang, who worked with Qin Guan. He took the lead in breaking the quiet in the field. (To be continued.)