Senior Superstar

After spending the whole night last night, when Li Shixin woke up, he was surprised to find that the alarm watch by the bed had already reached half past nine.

Two sticks of Peak gum last night brought twice as much pleasure, but also twice as much fatigue after the gum wears off—as if the body had been hollowed out.

When he got home last night, he plunged into the bedroom and fell asleep without taking off his clothes.

Come to think of it, it was only around eight o'clock. This sleep actually put the watch to sleep for more than a full lap.

Looking at the half box of peak chewing gum that he threw on the bed at some point, Li Shixin's old face sank.

This annoying little goblin!

There is no one at home.

At this time, Zhang Ying had already gone to the studio. Zhang Shuo had no work for the past two days, so he invited a bunch of Rong Piao, who were also not working, to play mahjong upstairs.

After Li Shixin got up, he took a shower and walked around the room, only to find a note on the dining table.

"The food is in the pot. I don't know how your appetite is in the morning. I made porridge and egg custard for you."

"PS: If you didn't snore all night last night, I would have called 120 in fright!"

"PS: You don't have to wait for me to eat at noon and evening. I took over an urgent job yesterday, and I have to rush to work today."

Looking at the beautiful lines of small characters on the note, Li Shixin stroked his white stubble.

Tsk!

How about saying that the daughter is father's little padded jacket?

You see, it hurts people!

Hearing the gambler-like shouts from upstairs, Li Shixin snorted coldly.

My godson is not good enough!

No, you have to find time for education. Not today though—weak limbs, no energy.

Looking at the note, he ate most of the egg custard left by Zhang Ying, Li Shixin clapped his hands in fear. He found a piece of fresh fish in the refrigerator, and quickly picked up the kitchen knife.

In any case, in order to ensure the quality of life for the next period of time, you must first get rid of yourself as a daughter.

"Go!"

With a "bang" knife, the huge fish head was separated from the fish body.

...

With his hands behind his back, Li Shixin walked around with his insulated lunch box, inquired and wandered around, and finally found Zhongxing Street, which the locals called "Fuhuadao Street".

The thriving film and television industry in Rongdian not only drives the tourism industry, but also nourishes a large number of film and television related industry practitioners.

In other words, on Zhongxing Street, among the more than 200 stores, seven out of ten are for costume props and make-up.

And Zhang Ying's studio is located in an unremarkable small store at the end of the street - but Li Shixin still found it.

When he entered the door with his hands behind his back, Zhang Ying was leading a little sister busy in front of the workbench. She raised her head when she heard someone coming in.

Just as I was about to say hello, I saw a deep and old face. Seeing that it was Li Shixin, he immediately exclaimed in surprise: "Old man, how did you find this place?"

Seeing Zhang Ying's unexpected appearance, Li Shixin smiled and said nothing.

"I remember I didn't tell you the address of my studio?" Zhang Ying put down her work, welcomed Li Shixin into the door, and introduced the curious little sister.

While the prop master named Li Xiaomeng asked Zhang Ying why she suddenly had a godfather, Li Shixin looked at the environment of the studio;

The studio is not big, and the room only covers an area of ​​more than 100 square meters. Shelves are placed on the walls except for the innermost workbench-they are full of odds and ends.

Looking around, there are tools like screwdrivers, electrician's knives, glues of different sizes, paint cans, and some prop models that look half-finished.

Make a place that is not that big even smaller.

"Godfather, is it boring for you to stay at home?"

"Oh." Hearing Zhang Ying's question, Li Shixin turned around, put the insulated lunch box in his hand on the workbench, and opened the lid.

Immediately, the strong aroma of chopped pepper fish head permeated immediately.

Going to work without eating in the morning, Li Xiaomeng, who had been hungry all morning, was still talking to Zhang Ying, feeling suddenly hot and wet in his tongue,

Halazi came down with a swipe.

Zhang Ying looked at the fish head in the lunch box and was happy: "I never thought that your coming today not only brought me a surprise, but also a surprise!"

"That's right." Li Shixin chuckled, and pointed to the electronic clock on the wall, "I came in a hurry, and the rice was under the fish head. I was afraid it wouldn't be enough, so I specially brought a serving for two. You two while it's hot eat."

"Ah! It's my share!" Li Xiaomeng was so pleasantly surprised that she pinched a piece of fish with her fingers and stuffed it into her mouth without using chopsticks. Afterwards, he shivered comfortably: "It smells so good!"

Obviously hungry.

Li Shixin smiled and handed a pair of chopsticks to this handsome little girl, and walked to the workbench with his hands behind his back while the two girls were eating with the lid of the lunch box.

The workbench is a mess, but in the middle is an old-fashioned radio case, a copy that looks like it was printed out, and an old certificate, and an iron thimble with the words "Sea sailing depends on the helmsman" on it. "The thermos pot with the lacquer characters not yet dry.

After looking at these objects, Li Shixin frowned and asked, "Girl, what drama are you making props for?"

"It's a period drama, and the crew needs to make up a few scenes. It is required to arrange a medium-sized family interior scene in line with the 60s and 70s, and we are responsible for some small decorations."

"Oh." Li Shixin nodded, "Are there any special requirements?"

"The crew said that they should try their best to match the background of the times, but there are not so many things. After all, the crew will be rehearsing a new play soon, and these few scenes are reshoots. The big picture is just passable."

oh? !

Hearing that the crew was going to shoot a new movie, Li Shixin raised his eyebrows.

Immediately, he chuckled and said, "I can't cope with work."

"What do you know?" Li Xiaomeng said vaguely while sucking a piece of fish gills in his mouth, "The budget of the crew was overspending, and they deducted a budget of 2,000 yuan for the props used for the supplementary filming. Sister Xiaoying takes their job, and it's a great face for them to do it for them."

Hearing this statement, Li Shixin shook his head.

"Young people are too impetuous. This business is not fishing, and you can't run away with one stroke. Sometimes, you have to learn to take the wide road by yourself."

Li Xiaomeng curled her lips, she didn't like to listen to this kind of elderly preaching. But I didn't say anything, I just took another piece of fish and put it into my mouth: "Yes, yes, yes! You, the cooking is delicious, so you are right in everything you say!"

Li Shixin turned over the objects on the workbench, and turned his hands away: "The things you made are wrong, and they don't conform to the actual situation of that era."

Li Xiaomeng licked his chopsticks and curled his lips: "Yes, yes, yes, your cooking is delicious, and you are right in everything you say! But old man, do you know props?"

oh?

Li Shixin narrowed his eyes.

In his mind, a precious memory of the old man when he was young passed through his mind.

PS: 3,600 words chapter, recommendation ticket arrangement?