Chapter 36

The casting of Crane Umbrella is over, the crew has announced the list of actors, and major movie websites have also listed the cast and crew and expected release time.

The news spread back to China that the Japanese-born director was quite famous in his previous works, and the artist who played the role of the painter was a male **** of literary and artistic films.

As a result, the cake got bigger and bigger from word to mouth, and Cheng Ping’s fans blew him into the sky before even seeing a still photo.

Such a high-profile behavior naturally attracted black acid, and he picked up his black history and repeated the same old tune: disrespecting his predecessors to play big names, blackmailing the former captain in public…

Fans of the Nala black incident can still refute, but Zhang Yingdi’s criticism is certain. At this time, with the help of unknown people, some gossip about Cheng Ping looking down on other actors was added, and it became a hot topic, making him once again endure the ridicule of the crowd: “You are so arrogant before you gain power, aren’t you afraid of backlash?”

At this moment, the TV series “Black Sun” started broadcasting, and major websites released clips of videos.

Everyone clicked open with nitpicking hearts, and then closed it dejectedly.

Cheng Ping’s performance was quite astonishing.

If it is said that in the previous movie, the aura he showed was due to the great director’s use of the camera, then this time, the long paragraphs of literary drama and the simple close-ups with the camera show all the real basic skills.

He has improved again.

At any time, strength is the hard currency.

Many theatergoers suddenly refreshed their understanding of him, but the rest didn’t pay for it: “So what? If you don’t have a good character, no matter how you act, you will look disgusting.”

As soon as the voice fell, another video streamed out. This time it’s a segment of a variety show.

The main creators of Black Sun were all on stage, the host clicked a quiz session, and asked a series of small questions: what Xiaosheng likes to eat most, what song Xiaohua listens to the most, who is the crew talking the most, who was injured during filming …

No one expected that Cheng Ping had the highest score on the spot.

His face was expressionless, and his answers were fluent.

This guy seems to have a bad temper, but he cares so much about everyone in private?

At the same time, an entertainment account listed the evaluations of the actors in the same group: Lu Yingdi said that he rehearsed all night for a scene, and Xiaohua praised him for being gentle and caring. They all brought specific examples, which seemed extraordinarily real.

Xiaosheng pulled his face as usual, and only said: “This is my buddy.” But Xiaosheng is notoriously straightforward, and he never knows what business bragging is, so it is rare to open his mouth, which is even more regrettable. The reliability is extremely high.

The contrast between the cold outside and the hot inside is the most provocative.

The entertainment account further asked: Since so many people praised him, how much basis can a actor Zhang who has never cooperated with just meet once, how much basis can he say?

As a result, the young actor Zhang was questioned, and the gossip about raising a young lover and the dark history of unscrupulously rising to power when he was young were once again revealed and spread.

Actor Zhang hates it.

Old and new grudges are all recorded in Cheng Ping’s account. It turned out that he was self-confident actor, and he thought he was undervalued for stepping on Cheng Ping. Besides, there was Li Boxi who had a strange background behind him, and he got into trouble after all.

But it’s different now. His new lover asked worriedly: “Mr. Zhang, is our movie going to compete for international awards? Will this crane umbrella hit the awards season?”

Now he became famous as a teacher: “Don’t worry, they will lose everything if they run into each other.”

At the same time, Cheng Ping was thinking about his mistakes.

On that show, he answered fluently because before going on stage, the agent in the cold war gave him a piece of paper and asked him to memorize all the answers on it.

Afterwards, he figured it out, the whole quiz session should be arranged by his own team looking for the program group.

Taking this as an opportunity, the reversal of public opinion in the later period was naturally also a handwriting of public relations.

Cheng Ping felt ashamed.

He recalled the big and small turmoil since he entered the industry, and in the end it was all settled by his agent.

At first, he hadn’t stepped out of the shadow of the former captain, and he wasn’t very active in acting, and he did a lot of stupid things because of his temper. Until later, with all kinds of dissatisfaction and resentment, I finally became serious about acting. It can be said that the broker has done his best and contributed a lot to this journey.

Cheng Ping is no longer the dazed young man he was at the beginning. He has seen many monsters and ghosts, and he can tell who is sincerely looking out for his own good.

He raised his head from the pillow, called his agent, and said honestly, “The quarrel before the audition was because I was too impatient, sorry.”

The manager’s voice was as businesslike as ever: “There’s no need to apologize. I persuaded you so much that day. Are you willing to listen to my opinion?”

Cheng Ping: “This won’t work.”

The agent sighed: “I’ve seen many well-known kids ruin themselves. For other people, it’s fine if I can’t persuade them, but you are different. At that time, you said that you wanted to practice in retreat and hone your acting skills, and the whole team helped You postponed all the announcements to let you concentrate on studying. Everyone can see that you are a good seed and want to protect you…”

Cheng Ping was a little moved: “Thank you.”

Agent: “Thank you, but you don’t need it?”

Cheng Ping: “.”

The agent spread the word out: “Actor is just a job after all, which workplace doesn’t need to suffer? When you get to the status of actor Zhang, you can raise as many lovers as you want, and no one will control you anymore! Then if Li Boxi is sincere, he should know to stay away from you now…”

Hearing Li Boxi, Cheng Ping was in a daze.

In the Japanese grocery store that day, Li Boxi didn’t get a second chance because the waiter suddenly opened the curtain and came in to serve the food, and the two separated at the speed of light.

Cheng Pingjiu was startled awake, and finally realized what he had done in the shop. He took a few mouthfuls of food in a hurry, and fled in despair.

The scene at that time was too embarrassing, and neither of them mentioned it again afterwards.

Speaking of Li Boxi at this moment, he didn’t feel very confident in his heart, so he retorted weakly: “As you said before, if it’s not true, then what can he plan for me?”

Agent: “I’ve thought about this question for a long time. He is a makeup artist and comes from an artistic family. Have you found that he really likes working with you on projects? Maybe you are an ideal model for him… That’s right Be a little more bloody, you are his muse.”

Cheng Ping fell silent.

Seeing that he stopped talking, the agent sighed again, and said in resignation: “Anyway, this movie is at least a learning opportunity. I will let someone connect with the crew, so you should prepare carefully.”

The preparation time before starting the machine was only more than a month, and Cheng Ping was too busy to lose weight and practice English. This just gave him another excuse not to think about Li Boxi.

Until I received a message from the other party: “I heard that the director advised you to learn a little basic painting?”

Cheng Ping: “Yes… looking for a teacher.”

There will be shots of Hiroshi painting in the film, and the director hopes that he at least learn how to use a brush, so as not to be misleading.

Li Boxi: “There is a teacher here who wants to recommend himself, and he doesn’t charge money.”

Cheng Ping: “…”

Cheng Ping thought of escaping, but his fingers sent an “ok” out of inertia. He stared at his fingers sulking.

Li Boxi: “Come to my studio tomorrow and try on clothes. The day after tomorrow I will fly to the crew to report.”

Knowing that he was leaving, Cheng Ping couldn’t care less about anything else, and knocked on the door of the studio as promised.

Li Boxi came to welcome the guests in person: “I made several outfits for Hong, but I can’t decide which one is better. I want you to try it on. Go to my office. Xiao Yang—” he called Assistant Yang, “Put that dress on bring here.”

Li Boxi seemed to have completely forgotten the embarrassment before, and was quite generous. But when Assistant Yang saw Cheng Ping, he started to look away.

Hiroshi lives in poverty, so his clothes are very simple shirts and vests.

But Li Boxi still added a lot of changes in the details: shirts with or without lace, waistcoats with or without embroidering, old models and embroidered famous models, each design has its own unique style. Brain stories.

Cheng Ping took the first one, thought about it, and took off his T-shirt.

He hoped that Li Boxi would not look too carefully. He has lost too much weight from hunger recently, and his good figure is gone.

Li Boxi stepped forward as if nothing had happened, and stretched out his hand to help him straighten his clothes. The touch of his fingertips was as if away, Cheng Ping gritted his teeth and endured it. They seem to be competing with each other to be more generous.

He changed one piece after another, and Li Boxi stood aside with the pad in his arms, changing the drawing on the spot.

Only Assistant Yang noticed the strange atmosphere, knowing how many of them had his own pot, and served tea and water very hospitablely, sneaking eyes at them from time to time. Cheng Ping felt terrified at the sight, cleared his throat, and had nothing to say: “Ma Kou Kou hasn’t come back yet?”

Li Boxi: “He listened to you and is still recording the show. This vest can be a little more waist…”

Cheng Ping watched his movements: “Did you draw these designs with a pad?”

Li Boxi: “Yes. Want to see it?”

Cheng Ping nodded and moved closer to him.

Li Boxi breathed a sigh of relief.

Cheng Ping found that he had seven or eight versions of a uniform, while the artist’s design only had one or two versions.

He was a little strange: “Why do I have so many?”

Li Boxi: “Accidentally painted too much, which one is good, I can’t give up.”

Cheng Ping thought of the pile of manuscripts he showed in the video call, and also remembered that the agent said: “You are his ideal model.”

He felt Li Boxi watching him. He evaded: “Didn’t you say you want to teach me how to draw?”

Li Boxi: “Oh yes, I have prepared teaching materials for you.”

The so-called textbooks are several sketches, but upon closer inspection, they turned out to be different stages of completion of the same portrait. The first one only has a big shape, and the subsequent ones are the result of step by step refinement.

Cheng Ping: “Did you draw it?”

Li Boxi: “Well, I thought about it. It’s impossible to learn to draw in a short time, but you don’t really know how to do it. You just need to imitate the gestures. Follow the steps and copy it once, it should be almost the same.”

He pointed to the easel standing by the office window, and handed Cheng Ping a few pens: “Ask me anytime if you have any questions.”

In fact, he could record the whole process as a video and let Cheng Ping watch it at home, and there would be no problem.

But he’s certainly not that stupid.

Cheng Ping was copying by the window, while Li Boxi sat behind his desk and drew Cheng Ping with a pad.

Sunlight poured in from the window, and the only sound in the room was the rubbing of pen nibs.

After an unknown amount of time, Cheng Ping suddenly asked, “I don’t quite understand this.”

Li Boxi lifted his spirits and walked over: “Where?”

Cheng Ping pointed: “Why is the color so heavy here?”

Li Boxi: “Because there is a bone, the turning point is strong.”

He took out a piece of white paper, took Cheng Ping’s pen, and drew a part of his skull: “The bone is so long.” He painted and corrected it, and added a layer of muscle on it, “The flesh is like this.”

Cheng Ping: “No wonder you put shadows here every time you put on makeup for me.”

Li Baixi smiled and said: “Smart, but not every time. If it’s tough makeup, just hit it, on the contrary, it can be weakened.” He gestured with a pen, “This way it looks soft.”

Cheng Ping watched him smear: “It’s like giving someone a second face.”

Li Boxi: “How else can I say it’s a face-changing technique.”

Cheng Ping’s heart moved, and he turned to look at Li Boxi.

Li Baixi turned his face to the sky, looking at him quietly with downcast eyes.

I don’t know if it’s a coincidence, but Li Boxi always has no makeup when facing him recently.

Cheng Ping had a strange feeling that no matter what questions he asked at this moment, the other party would tell the truth.

So he really asked: “Did I give you extra inspiration?”

Li Boxi froze for a moment: “Yes.”

Cheng Ping: “Why?”

Li Boxi himself was also asking in his heart: Yes, why. He has done makeup for countless celebrities, big and small, in the film and television industry, and many of them are top-notch beauties, but why is there only one Cheng Ping so far, so stimulating his desire to create?

Li Boxi said slowly: “Many people have put on another layer of face before I put on makeup, but you don’t. Your face…is very clean, and all expressions are displayed honestly. I didn’t know that a high-spirited face is What do you mean, I will understand when I meet you.”

The image will glow.

Cheng Ping was also stunned.

He thought to himself: Is this a confession?

As a result, Li Boxi couldn’t help laughing: “Just like now.”

Cheng Ping subconsciously wanted to find a mirror.

Li Boxi held up the phone screen and took a picture of it for him.

Cheng Ping: “…” Is it true that every word I say is written on my face?

“Every sentence is written on the face”, this attribute can also blow flowers in the other party’s mouth.

Cheng Ping couldn’t convince himself that he was unhappy. He was about to evaporate into steam under the other party’s focused gaze. Although, he understood that every word Li Boxi said was fulfilling the manager’s prophecy.

Cheng Ping vaguely heard himself asking: “Then do you like me, or my face? When this face gets old and changes, where will you go?”

It wasn’t until Li Boxi’s soft and warm lips approached, and he closed his eyes drowsily, that he realized that he didn’t ask.

Those were Hiro’s lines, not his.

He felt the other hugging him, so he hugged him back even tighter.