Senior Superstar

  Chapter 72's highest evaluation of an actor!

   "Who is this old handsome man? What role is in the play?"

   "What coach? Do these actors know Teacher Qiao?"

  Looking at Li Shixin who was standing in front of the corridor on the first floor and a half, Wang Hai and Jiao Chendong were a little confused for a moment as they listened to the babbled inquiries of the surrounding entertainment.

  Wang Hai naturally knew that the person standing at the top of the stairs was Li Shixin.

  He was so impressed with the old man—so deep that the old man turned into ashes, he could even think that the ashes once pulled his trousers.

   But now, looking at the old man wearing a real old-time sportswear with a slogan around his neck

  If it weren’t for the vaguely familiar facial features, Wang Hai would hardly dare to recognize it—the changes were too great!

  This change is not only the image contrast caused by makeup, but also the subversion of temperament.

  Through the previous few contacts, Wang Hai’s impression of Li Shixin is a kind old man with a slightly arched body, often with his hands behind him, always smiling, and crow's feet stacked on top of each other.

   Although it is superficially kind.

  At this time, Li Shixin, with a straight back, looked like Kong Wu tall and tall, as if he was ten years younger. The kindness and peace between the eyebrows disappeared without a trace, replaced by full sternness. Observing closely, even the legal lines beside his mouth seemed a bit deeper.

  Fortunately, he knew it was acting on the set. If he met the opposite person on the street, he would really not recognize it!

   "Uh." Facing Yu Ji's question, Wang Hai hesitated, "This is the actor who plays Coach Liu, Li Shixin, and Father Li."

   After finishing speaking, he patted Jiao Chendong beside him, "Is it Mr. Li?"

  As a director, Jiao Chendong was also shocked by Li Shixin's ever-changing temperament.

  But he knows what the role is and what the actor is, so he nodded and confirmed: "Yes, Mr. Wang, it's the old man."

  As soon as several entertainment reporters heard this, they immediately smelled the material, and immediately walked towards the stairs.

  The landing on the first and a half floors.

  Li Shixin frowned when he looked at Qiao Hong, who was obviously an old lady in front of him but looked like a girl.

   "Hello, Teacher Qiao."

   Li Shixin said Teacher Qiao, which made Qiao Hong wake up instantly.

  She looked at her surroundings blankly, and then at the man in front of her blankly. The shyness and panic on her face gradually faded and returned to the previous appearance.

  Wang Hai, Yao Wenyuan and others who ran to their side regardless of striding, supported and complained, the old lady waved her hand.

   seemed to use his eyes to dissect the posture. After looking at Li Shixin carefully up and down again, Qiao Hong said with a slight sorrow; "You are not Coach Liu."

   After saying this, the old lady laughed at herself: "Look at me, I am confused again. Coach Liu passed away in 2002, and I also attended the funeral. How could you be Coach Liu?"

  For fear that the old lady would be stimulated again, Yao Wenyuan on the side hurriedly supported Qiao Hong, "Teacher Qiao, don't get excited."

  Qiao Hong smiled and waved.

   once again looked at Li Shixin carefully for a while.

During   , she raised her hand many times to touch Li Shixin, but she seemed afraid to crush the flower in the moon mirror, and finally put it down.

  Until the eye circles were red, he sighed, "But it's really alike, it's so alike."

After that, she pointed to Li Shixin who only rolled up one sleeve, "It's not just the temperament. Coach Liu has injured his right arm and is afraid of cold. The sleeves of sportswear jackets have never been rolled up, even this little habit is the same. You, do you know Coach Liu?"

  Li Shixin looked at the posture on the set and listened to the soft discussions of the people around him. He roughly understood what was going on just now.

   Facing Qiao Hong, who was staring at him with red eye circles, he smiled slightly: "I know, new old friends."

   "No, what is a new old friend?" Wang Hai on the side wondered: "Besides, coach Liu will go."

   Halfway through, fearing that Qiao Hong would be irritated, he swallowed the second half of the sentence back.

  Looking at Wang Hai feeling uncomfortable, Li Shixin smiled heartily, "Why can't new friends be old friends? As for how to make supernatural friendships."

   is indeed a supernatural friendship.

  In order to play this role well these days, Li Shixin has not only read and studied the original work several times, but also spent a lot of effort to search the Internet about the film and television materials about Coach Liu.

  There is not much information, only a pre-match interview of the Asian Games, and interview videos of a few local news.

   Facing these limited video materials, Li Shixin repeatedly tried to imitate. From dressing styles to gestures, to subconscious habits, speaking tone and accent.

  Listening to the slight Hunan accent between Li Shixin’s words, Qiao Hong could no longer control herself, she grabbed Li Shixin’s arm.

  "Not only are you making friends with Coach Liu!"

  In front of all the reporters and crew members, the old lady wiped her tears, and once again showed a little girl-like innocent smile: "Here you are, Coach Liu is still alive!"

   Hearing Qiao Hong’s sentence is not a compliment, but almost the highest evaluation of an actor, there is silence on the set.

  I don’t know who raised the head, there was an echoing applause on the set.

   Immediately, applause spread.

  Drops!

  Received cheers with a strong [respect] value, 47,569 points!

   silently accepted the cheering value, and in the tide of applause, Li Shixin bowed slightly.

"Mr. Qiao, let's go back to the hotel. It's been a tossing all morning. In the afternoon, you have a good rest. Tomorrow, the Beijing Sports Bureau will send someone over to pick you up. If you have to take a plane, don't be too tired. "Taking advantage of everyone's applause, Yao Wenyuan pushed the wheelchair to Qiao Hong's side and gently persuaded him.

   but didn't want Qiao Hong to shook his head stubbornly, "No. Xiao Yao, tell the other side of the capital, I will not go."

   "Huh?" Yao Wenyuan's face collapsed, "Mr. Qiao, what should I do here in your situation? You have to be checked and treated regularly for your illness. We don't have the good medical conditions in Beijing."

"No." Qiao Hong shook her head slightly, "Actually, you all know it, and I also know it. Alzheimer’s is incurable, and that’s how it is. I thank you for your care for me, an old thing, but I also beg you at the same time. "

  She looked at Li Shixin, who had already left the set and was about to start shooting, and smiled: "Let me remember it again before forgetting it."

  In the middle of Alzheimer’s disease, Yao Wenyuan wanted to refuse, a mentally abnormal and severely forgetful old man when he was stimulated.

   But thinking about the bumpy life and bleak evening scene of the former world champion, he finally swallowed the word "no" and nodded.

  In the center of the studio, the on-site management and photography staff have cleared up the mess.

  Just now, An Xiaoxiao, who was trembling with fear by the sudden madness of Qiao Hong, saw that Li Shixin had conquered the audience with just one appearance, and his vision had changed.

  This is the boss, right?

  This is definitely the big guy, right?

   Watching Li Shixin walk to her side, An Xiaoxiao flew up and rushed to Li Shixin.

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   "Six batches of big and big guys! Teacher Li, do you still lack leg hair on your legs?"

  Li Shixin laughed and patted that little head.

   "You didn't hurt you just now, did you?"

   "It hurt! Look, Teacher Li, my leg was hit by the camera frame. Look at it, it's all blue!"

  Looking at that section of the calf that was really blue, Li Shixin pressed it hard.

   Seeing that An Xiaoxiao was just barking his teeth, he retracted his hand.

   "Skin trauma, it's okay. Xiaoxiao, when you encounter this situation in the future, remember to protect your head."

"Oh, oh! But, why? Our Beiwu teacher said that if I get a little fatter, I will be the strongest leg of Beiwu in the past ten years! And the teacher asked me to take insurance on my legs and said that I would even practice dance You can't make a living, and you can support yourself by acting as a leg model."

   Li Shixin looked at the sky in the face of An Xiaoxiao's cocky fart.

   sighed: "My child, how high a person's achievement is. It depends not on how long she is, but how short she is."

  (_`)

"Oh."

Faced with this unclear advice, An Xiaoxiao nodded blankly.

   "But Teacher Li, what does this have to do with protecting your head?"

  (End of this chapter)