Almighty Your Persona Has Collapsed

  Chapter 123, 123 Can you stop messing up (two more)

  The on-site guidance just didn’t think Meng Fu could write well, so he didn’t tell her that there are three characters to be written in traditional Chinese. Does Meng Fu know which characters to write in traditional Chinese?

   "Well, I'll make up later." Gao Dao looked at the camera. He had seen Meng Fu's signature, but the screenwriter was right. This is not just a calligraphy, but there are also a few words that need to be complicated.

  Nowadays, young people may indeed not even be sure which words should be written.

  Guotai Min'an, life is prosperous.

  The traditional characters of "shou" and "丰" are very complicated. If you don't talk about Meng Fu, you may not even be able to write the two traditional characters that have been specially practiced in large characters.

  The director Gao and the screenwriter are thinking so, the camera has been shot again.

  There were several cameras at the scene, some of them took pictures of Meng Fu's side, some of her above, some expressions, and some of her hands, mainly to capture details.

  So many cameras, while Yanli wrote the big characters for his father, they were shooting at the same time.

   Gao Dao called Meng Fu's long-distance camera in the yard and the expression on his face. He paid attention to Meng Fu's face under the camera. The shot of Meng Fu's side face happened to capture Meng Fu's writing in large characters.

  Gao Dao didn't adjust the host of Meng Fu's handwriting, but used a picture of Meng Fu followed by facial expressions.

  All the actors on the scene are very smooth.

For the sake of performance, the director Gao should have called "card" when Meng Fu was writing, but he looked at the shooting scene at the moment, and he was very harmonious. He didn't say a word of "card" until Meng Fu wrote it. After finishing these eight characters, we went to the next stage of the process.

  In the original work, Yanli's father took his daughter to write these eight characters, which should be to reprimand Yanli for not having enough kung fu.

  But now, Yanli’s father held the words written by Meng Fu, and instead of saying the line, he let out a "poof" laugh.

   "Card——"

   Gao Dao’s face turned black. He raised his hand and raised his trumpet to ask Yanli’s father, “What’s the matter with you?”

  Yan is also an old man in the circle without her father, but she is not famous, but she is very good at acting. In the second act, Meng Fudu performed so well, his old drama should not be like this.

   Hearing the voice of Director Gao, the old drama bone held up the big characters written by Meng Fu and said to the director: "No, Director Gao, who can curse this word!"

  Meng Fu originally wrote on the table, only the two photographers who played Meng Fu’s father’s old drama and filmed her can see it.

  At this moment, the old opera bones are also raised, and everyone on the scene can see it.

  What character can't be scolded?

  "What kind of scolding..." The director glanced across, holding the loudspeaker, and just about to scold, he couldn't speak halfway through his words.

  The screenwriter was still talking, but found that Gao Dao didn’t know when it was quiet.

  The shooting scene was quite boring. The photographers and staff who were whispering during the shooting also subconsciously looked in the direction of the old play bones. They could not help but shut their mouths, and their hand movements were also relaxed.

  Everyone seems to see the same direction.

  The screenwriter paused, then followed the director's gaze.

  Meng Fu is standing in front of a table in the yard with a wolf pen in her right hand. She holds the pen in a very standard posture. When writing, the special artistic atmosphere of the whole person appears.

  The screenwriter followed the wolf hao pen and looked down. Meng Fu was wearing a gentle student outfit. His hair was not so lazy, and his straight hair did not look muddy.

She casually pressed the ink stamp with her left hand. Because the filming was suspended, she stood leaning on the table with a pen in hand. She was obviously wearing a student uniform from the Republic of China, but she had the pride of "a pot of wine, a pole" and "Qingpao mistaken scholar today" .

  Look at the long couplet beside her again.

  Each word is full of ink and full of ink, and the pen nib runs like water. She is obviously a girl, but her pen is strong enough to penetrate the paper back, like a silver hook.

  The eight characters "Guotai, Min'an, Life and Nianfeng" are so strong that she has written them like dragons and phoenixes.

When    is lifted up by the old opera bones, it makes people feel bright and amazing.

Words like   , not to mention rare in life, even in books, are extremely rare.

  Lao Xigu said that his first reaction to such a word really couldn't be cursed. It was really not an exaggeration.

  High director can even think that in order to broadcast this way, the barrage must say "the director treats the audience as a fool" and other remarks.

"Cough cough," Gao Dao coughed, concealing his embarrassment, and then couldn't help but look at Meng Fu's eight characters. The three traditional characters Meng Fu is also written in place, "Meng Fu, I didn't expect Are you writing so well in big characters?"

The word    can be popular in the entertainment industry.

   "I have practiced before, after all, I know a little bit about everything." Meng Fu let go of his pen.

"Okay, okay, it's very well written," Gao Dao nodded repeatedly, and his face was no longer the black color. Since Meng Fu can write big characters, some of his previous plans may have to be overturned, the director thought. While saying to the old drama, "In this way, you may have to change your lines. Yanli's father has always been very strict with her. This is a good word, but you still can't praise her..."

  Director Gao took the old drama bones and the screenwriter to talk about the drama.

  It's hard to meet such a heroine that he likes. It is impossible for the high director to let it go easily. Temporarily changed the opening scenes and the screenwriter also changed the lines again.

  This kind of thing is not uncommon in the crew. Some crews change the role of the heroine to the second female role.

  After discussing for half an hour, several people finally came up with a new line.

  High director gave Meng Fu the lines again and the old drama bones.

   "The lines of you two are a bit long," the screenwriter watched the acting Meng Fu and the old opera bones, paused, and then said to Meng Fu in a pleasant way, "Especially yours, you can remember it carefully. I will give you twenty minutes."

   "Thank you." The screenwriter Meng Fuchao thanked the director.

  Meng Fu put the lines of Lao Xi Gu together. Lao Xi Gu asked people borrowed pen and paper, and originally wanted to copy down the newly changed lines.

  Meng Fu took the line, and she looked up and down at the line. In about two minutes, she put down the line to Lao Xigu, took the notebook, and went to the senior director.

  "Director Gao, the scene in Act 15, Yan Li has an expression..." Meng Fu opened the bronzing notebook with his left hand and held a pen in his right hand to discuss a detail of Act 15 with Director Gao.

  Speaking, she also recites a line.

   Gao Dao was taken aback, "You wait."

   As he spoke, he took out the desk and took a look, and found that the line Meng Fu said was the line inside. He was surprised, but he turned to this page and began to explain to Meng Fu.

  High director has led many dramas, and he is also very good at telling dramas to others, not to mention that Meng Fu listened very seriously, taking notes while listening to the main points.

   After finishing the fifteenth act, Meng Fu also talked about 27 and 33 acts, still the same as before. She not only remembered these acts, but also accurately remembered the lines.

   Seeing that she started to ask about the 45th act, where the director remembered where this line was, he flipped back one by one.

  Looking slowly, Meng Fu turned his head and politely reminded, "Page 73, Gao Dao."

  High-level guide: "..."

  He turned to page 73 silently.

  He really almost forgot. At the beginning of the audition, how Meng Fu surprised the teachers who judged her by his memory.

Zhao Fan behind Meng Fu: "..."

  She was already desperate, so she could only take out her mobile phone to send a message to Su Cheng: [Let’s take care of this ancestor, Gao Dao is about to cry. 】

  Finally the long twenty minutes have arrived.

  The second scene is reopened——

During this period, the newly changed lines have been here on the old drama bones. Meng Fu didn’t even read them. When he saw that the director started shooting like this, the old drama bones quickly spoke for Meng Fu: "Director Gao, the lines have been here for me. , Meng Fu hasn't had time to recite the newly changed lines. Give her some more time!"

  Hearing what Lao Xi Gu said, Director Gao paused, then looked at Lao Xi Gu, hesitatingly asked: "Have she watched it before?"

   "I watched it for about two minutes, but..."

  What else did Lao Xi Gu want to say, Gao directly waved his hand, and looked at Lao Xi Gu faintly, "Oh, then don't worry, let's shoot normally."

  After talking, the high-level director held up the horn to prepare the camera and lighting.

  The second act restarted. The old drama bone finished the newly changed lines, and then turned his eyes to Meng Fu. He remembered that Meng Fu's lines were very long.

  He was thinking, Meng Fu had pulled the chair away, sat on it, and slowly began to say lines, "Father, there is no uncle Yanli..."

  Lao Xigu can't remember Meng Fu's lines, but in the middle of Meng Fu's words, Gao Dao hasn't called out a card.

  The old drama bone was puzzled in his heart, but the performance was all over without any expression.

   "Okay, card, the second act of "The Bourne" is over—"

  After they walked through the whole scene, the director Gao finally shouted a card, and the old scene couldn't help turning to Meng Fu, "You were all right in your lines just now?"

   "Yes," Meng Fu was very polite to the old man, "These lines are not long, they are easy to remember."

  The line is shorter than Meng Fu, but the old drama bone that has been memorized for 20 minutes: "..."

  Zhao Fan who came over to send water to Meng Fu: "..."

   Here again, here again, this ancestor is here again.

   "Teacher Li's phone number," Zhao Fan handed the phone to Meng Fu.

  Meng Fu took it over. The next scene changed scenes. Meng Fu had a break. She sat on a chair, picked up the notebook just now, turned to the side where she had just written the analysis to Teacher Zhou, and continued to write.

  Holding the phone to her ear, she was a little surprised: "Ms. Li?"

"Xiao Meng," Li Qingning laughed over there. "My side, there is a female role. The director hasn't decided yet. It's only about three minutes, but the set is very good. Would you like to make a cameo? "

Li Qingning is willing to give Meng Fu a chance, and it can be said that it can be included in Meng Fu's well-known works in the future.

  Zhao Fan gestured to Meng Bibi.

  Meng Fu said as he calculated the math on the paper, "Thank you, Teacher Li, you can send me the script later."

   "What are you polite with me? You read the script first, but don't rush to shoot. Call me when you have time. It's free."

  The two hung up after speaking.

  At the moment of hanging up the phone, Meng Fu had already written the analysis of the math problem and sent it to Teacher Zhou.

   "Teacher Li is so kind to me." Meng Fu said, looking at Zhao Fan, thinking slightly.

Zhao Fan nodded, "The key is not this scene. His care for you in "A Star's Day" is the most important thing. Without him, you wouldn't be able to go so smoothly. Of course, it's too early for you to thank Teacher Li. I'll talk about it when you become famous in the future."

  Zhao Fan patted Meng Fu on the shoulder.

  Meng Fu slowly turned the notebook page again, only glanced at Zhao Fan, and said nothing.

  The phone she was laying on the table shook again.

  The character "Xu" that Zhao Fan has seen more than once appeared on Meng Fu's phone again, "Hurry up and finish handling personal affairs, and prepare for the next shooting."

  Zhao Fan unscrewed the lid of the thermos cup and handed it to Meng Fu.

  Meng Fu took the cup and drank while typing with Xu Bochuan.

  Xu Bochuan’s filming in Wanminguan was almost finished, and he was about to leave Wanmin Village. Today, he played with the village head for the last time. The village head gave Xu Bochuan the third son as usual. Unfortunately, Xu Bochuan still failed to win and continued to ask Meng Fu for help.

When    was typing with Xu Bochuan, Meng Fu also remembered that Xu Bochuan seemed to be Teacher Li’s idol.

  Meng Fu thoughtfully.

  **

In the first week, the director prepared for Meng Fu for five days. There were 75 single-player scenes in the CCP. Some of them were personal shots. The difficulty was not particularly great. The high-level director had thought that Meng Fu was better than other newcomers, but it was also Unexpectedly, she was so good that she finished five days of filming in less than four days.

  If it weren’t for the other actors who haven’t joined the group yet, the director Gao would definitely want Meng Fu to continue shooting.

  In the afternoon of the fourth day, Meng Fu left the group.

   "Meng Fu, after you go back, if you can, you can also learn martial arts." Director Gao is already familiar with Meng Fu, and he couldn't help but pat Meng Fu's head.

  But when he caught sight of the young man who was coming to pick up Meng Fu at the door, Gao Dao held his hand abruptly.

  He naturally recognized that this man was the one who signed the contract with Meng Fu before.

  It was Su Cheng who came to pick up Meng Fu.

   "Back to T City." Meng Fu took the phone and looked at the WeChat sent by Jiang Xinchen——

  【Grandpa has been in poor health recently. If you are filming outside, you can come back as soon as possible. 】

   During the time when Meng Fu was in the crew, she called the old man every night, and she could also hear that the old man had a lot of shortness of breath, and often took a long time to breathe a word.

  Meng Fu pursed his lips.

  Su Cheng looked at Meng Fu in the rearview mirror, and saw that her expression did not seem very good. The speed of the car had been very steady, which was a rare increase.

  Meng Fu was filming in the next provincial city, and it took two hours to fly to City T, plus the time of queuing and traffic jams.

  They set off at five in the afternoon, and when they arrived at Jiang’s house, it was already past nine.

   "Call me if you have something to do." Su Cheng pushed the door and got out of the car, watching Meng Fu enter Jiang's house.

  Meng Fu turned his back to him, waved at him, and smiled.

   When he turned around and pressed the password of Jiang's gate, the corner of Meng Fu's mouth slowly closed.

  She left so many spices for Mr. Jiang, no matter how tired she is, this will not happen.

  **

  Jiang’s house.

  Elder Jiang, Jiang Quan, Jiang’s directors, and Jiang’s housekeeper are all present.

  Old man Jiang’s face was a lot grayer than last time, and there was no blood on his face, and he looked very bad.

  Meng Fu was at the door, looking at Mr. Jiang for several seconds before walking in slowly.

  She remembered that in the past two days, the father sent her a large sum of money when he was fine.

   "Fu'er?" Seeing Meng Fu, the old man Jiang was taken aback, then stood up immediately, "Why are you back?"

  Jiang's servants were also surprised. They hadn't noticed Meng Fu yet, did Meng Fu come in?

  The serious secret meeting, because of the appearance of Meng Fu, broke down.

"Grandpa, I'll let you rest well, and the incense can be used well, why don't you use it well?" Meng Fu walked directly to the old man, took his pulse again, and twisted his eyebrows, "How long have you not slept? No more Even if I sleep, I can’t save you, grandpa, now no matter what it is, you must go upstairs for me and get a good night’s sleep."

  She stood beside Mr. Jiang, her eyebrows and eyes were cold.

  Meng Fu has always been well-behaved around the old man, suddenly his face was sharp, and even Jiang Ran was suppressed by Meng Fu.

Elder Jiang was also taken aback.

   Then patted Meng Fu's arm, smiled helplessly, and coughed. He put away the documents in his hand: "I have a serious case here to stare at..."

   "You rest, I'll stare at you." Meng Fu's attitude was very tough.

  The others downstairs did not speak.

   "Are you staring? How are you staring? I'm really fine." The old man was amused by Meng Fu's words. He insisted that he was fine, but he had no choice but to follow Meng Fu upstairs.

  Upstairs.

  Meng Fu lit the sandalwood and let the old man fall asleep.

  Old man Jiang was indeed very tired, and he seemed to be about to fall asleep as soon as he lay on the bed.

  Meng Fu did not leave, nor did she go downstairs. She was standing next to the old man’s bed. The phone in her pocket rang. It was Su Cheng.

   "Brother Cheng." Meng Fu picked it up.

  Su Cheng is still driving, his voice is as warm and cool as ever, "Grandpa is okay."

   "It's okay," Meng Fu said lightly, "I will deal with something first."

  She hung up the phone and went downstairs. Jiang Quan and a bunch of Jiang family directors were still in the lobby.

   "What did Grandpa stare at?" Meng Fu looked at Jiang Quan, straight to the point.

"Miss Meng, can you please stop messing up? We are really talking about serious matters." Several directors met Meng Fu last time and knew who she was. At this time, they heard Meng Fu say this and couldn't help but press down. Between the eyebrows.

The butler on one side only looked at Meng Fu, with some sarcasm and helplessness between his eyebrows, and only shook his head: "Miss Meng, you may not know. We are talking about cooperation with Tong's MS, Beijing Xiangxie, have you heard of it? ?"

  Meng Fu smiled.

  　**

  　　 good night good night~

  (End of this chapter)