Vol 2 Chapter 522: Black near the ink

The actor of the world walks into the stars Chapter 522 Near Ink Black Crosses the wide road that luxury cars drove. On the opposite side of the street, there are alleys shaded by green plants. If you go further in, cement roads and asphalt roads There will always be a difference. The prosperous city has faded away from the gorgeous fig leaf draped on the body, and you will find by chance that this "goddess" in a precious coat never wears underwear.
　　 Hedging with the crowd, it is difficult to walk. In this urban village, most of the daily necessities of tens of thousands of migrant workers come from the few civilian "commercial streets".
Stepping on the mud that fell from the roots of fresh vegetables and the fish hawker basin, the muddy stinky and dirty water thrown by fish from unknown sources, although the outer wall is covered with tape marks, the faded rectangular pink tile wall is spliced The body is very old, but there is still light at the entrance of this supermarket that illuminates part of the street from the inside out.
At the entrance of the supermarket, the children’s cradle whose plastic shell had already turned yellow was still working. The children with stained clothes sat in the car, shaking and listening to the nursery rhymes. The neon light bulbs on the cradle were broken. A green light source was still flickering, hitting the child's face, reflecting the small dirty face and the tightly pinched candy in the same dirty little hand.
　　 A woman in a ball-up nightdress is standing next to the rocking car, with her wet hair wrapped in a stiff towel, and her waist is sticking up to chat with a few women who are dressed in the same way. Occasionally, a familiar man passes by and the laughter will always be more presumptuous.
There are no street lights in the hutongs on both sides, and the small western-style buildings on both sides block out the remaining sunlight. Men will always get together in the dark, shirtless, and find a place to sit down, rubbing against the WIFI of the business people, and bashing them from time to time. Mosquitoes, or the tattoos that are mostly just lines rubbing their chests, passing by, if you don’t find the flickering cigarette butts on their mouths, it is even hard to find their existence.
Going further in, the food stalls gradually become dense. The accents from all over the world are the main part of this noisy environment. There are always a few women with good figures and dresses that will attract a lot of attention. They are scattered in front of the stalls, walking with them. A few of the men drank a few cups, which became the fuse of instability and the root of most bleeding injuries in this chaotic place.
The fly restaurant is hidden behind the small stall. The sewage pipe of the range hood always faces everyone sitting on the side of the road. It blows out the hot air with a strong spice taste. The first breath, the fragrance rushes into the nostrils, and then the brain will give a feedback. The greasy smell of nausea makes this a vacuum zone.
In the deepest part of the alley, the colorful lights become the last aftermath of ordinary life, but there are no messy people standing at the door to attract customers. After all, everyone knows that now this year, you have to go to the store to cut your hair, and you have to go to the store to do your hair. Residential building at the back.
In the aisle of the Internet cafe sandwiched between the two shampoo rooms, there are a few men with completely different faces from all the residents of the entire village in the city. They wear clean and tidy brand-name sportswear and carry valuable cameras. Residents passing by couldn't raise their curiosity and dared not move forward. Instead, they walked faster for fear of being photographed in the camera.
　　 "Xiao Peng has been playing in it for a day, Gu Er, go and ask him to come out. If you continue to mix in this way, you will not experience life, and people will be really useless."
　　 The man surnamed Gu nodded, avoided speaking as much as possible, and quickly stepped into the Internet cafe. Within two minutes, he walked down with him. It was Peng Kuo who had lived here for nearly three weeks.
He was also wearing the low-fake brand that Lu Ze prepared when he got on the train. The smell of smoke caught in his sweat was suffocating. At this time, he was in a very bad state of mind. He looked particularly numb and his eyes were straight. Yes, the handsome face secreted a lot of oil, no matter how the camera shoots, it will glow with a layer of oil, combined with the same greasy hair.
"Xiao Peng, you basically spent the week in Internet cafes. Let’s not mention the matter of shooting the material. Can you bear it physically and mentally? You are such a smart person, and your uncle doesn’t want to criticize you. You are just yourself. Think about it, why did Teacher Lu ask you to come? Is it appropriate for you to go back like this?"
try{mad1('gad2');}catch(ex){}　　 "Well, I know."
There was no anger and no excuse. At this time, Peng Kuo was completely out of the way he was able to talk and clever when he was in the imperial capital. He was wearing blue rubber-soled slippers that he bought for ten yuan, and his feet were covered with mud. On the steps of the Internet cafe, after a dejected response, there was nothing to say. He just spit out a mouthful of saliva on the ground, burying his face between his legs.
　　 I have nothing to say with the PD who filmed Peng Kuo. After all, he has been watching Peng Kuo's changes these days. This can't be blamed on Peng Kuo's failure to keep up. It is completely affected by the environment.
It was the evening of another day. The evening just after the rain was always a cloudy blue sky. It was like God added a gloomy filter to the world. Peng Kuo's whole mind is very confused. His life in the past few weeks It seems that I have forgotten time, or in other words, in this state of life, time is no longer important.
　　 In addition to sleeping all day, he is playing. When he is hungry, he eats a bite of food at any time. Not having a normal schedule is a torture for him in the past. He wants to do something to make a living, but what can he do? The wallet was lost on the fifth day of coming here. Although the person was caught, his ID card and other documents were thrown into the river. The biggest problem is that he has not done fingerprint registration, and he will not be able to reissue it in a different place.
You know, this is not the Sanhe of more than ten years ago. To work here, you must have an ID card, and even if you want to enter the labor market, you need to check your ID card. In this case, in addition to wasting time, he can do it again. What?
The past life concepts made him feel the pity of wasting time, but he was helpless with his idleness. The contradictions continued to be torn in his heart, and the psychological pain became more and more intense. In the end, he could only choose to use time to pass the fastest. The way to kill one's own time, let the heart be completely numb.
　　 "Have you eaten yet?"
　　 "No, no money, can you lend me ten dollars for a meal, uncle."
　　 Is this still the rich young master of the imperial capital? PD's expression was a bit trance, and a strange feeling was growing in his heart... It seemed that Peng Kuo had been broken at this time, no matter how he spelled it, I'm afraid it would not be what it used to be.
When he was in charge of borrowing money for the film crew for the first time, he still felt awkward. He looked ashamed and looked for PD borrowed money privately. Then he became more and more accustomed to borrowing money from PD. When he even had no money, he managed to borrow money from the film crew. After guaranteeing, he got him a part-time job, but after earning the money, he didn't mention the repayment at all.
　　 You must know that Peng Kuo’s father used Rolls to sign the contract for him, but now it’s done like this. PD can't help but complain about Lu Ze, the culprit, and made an optimistic and self-confident child like this.
"Don't think about it, I know you still have money in your hand, enough for you to eat, you have money to go online and you have no money to eat? Or you will be hungry, and I will find a job for you tomorrow. When will I earn the money? ,when can we have our meal."
Blaming Lu Zegui and Lu Ze, but he still has to follow the rules and procedures, and cannot help Peng Kuo easily. According to Lu Ze, he didn't create an environment for Peng Kuo to generate feelings. Before, there was really no way. At that time, Peng Kuo was in the stage of collapse. If he did not help him, the program team was afraid of accidents. But now Peng Kuo is completely numb. Even if he refuses Peng Kuo's request, he will not do anything out of the ordinary.
　　 "I really have no money. If you don't believe me, look at my pocket, there are only two yuan left. Just bought a bottle of water, let me borrow it, uncle, I'm so hungry."
　　 He still didn't give up, pestering PD thinking about borrowing some money to eat, but no matter what, PD still didn't help him. In the end, he realized that doing so was ultimately just a meaningless waste of words.
　　 He did, as PD said, he still had a little savings, but he couldn't bear to spend it, but he couldn't stand it when he was hungry. He had no choice but to abandon the soft and hard bubble program group and move towards the small stall he often eats.
try{mad1('gad2');}catch(ex){}　　 There is still some dust on the buttocks and it is not patted clean. At this time, Peng Kuo did not care. He is no different from some young people in this village in the city. Under the night, like a mourning dog with malignant sores, wandering on the dilapidated street.
Occasionally encounter a Sanhe God who is familiar, he will always stop and chat for a while, there is no gap between the two, and he completely regards each other as his own, because after the cleaning, the God who stayed here is really There is not much left, they really have no way to go.
It is undeniable that such big changes in Peng Kuo in such a short period of time are definitely related to these Sanhe nail households. They are the group of people who have completely abandoned their lives. Those who are close to Zhu are red and black are black, and follow Lu Ze. In order to find the status of Peng Kuo, it is difficult not to be infected by these people.
　　 The two did not talk about anything related to money in tacit understanding. After all, neither of them had the financial ability to spend even one dollar for each other, so they could only agree that it was enough, and then they parted ways.
　　 walked to the stall that he frequently visited, and Peng Kuo looked around, only to find that the stall owner did not have a stall today, so he had to give up, and casually find a stall that looks clean enough to have a bite.
　　 But the camera crew with long guns and short guns followed Peng Kuo, but it aroused the alert of the stall owner. He frowned, looked up and down Peng Kuo, and asked, "What are you doing?"
　　 "I eat, what am I doing."
　　 "Don't do it, don't do it, walk around."
After just a few words of exchange, the stall owner drove Peng Kuo and the film crew away. This is not the first time Peng Kuo has encountered this kind of thing. He has long been accustomed to it. Many locations in Sanhe are not suitable for shooting. The three views that affect ordinary audiences, and the people here are also very resistant to being filmed.
With such a show, the nearby vendors were basically afraid to do Peng Kuo’s business, so he could only use the old method to keep the camera crew a little farther away. He bought a package and pulled the slippers back to his own. Have a bite at the place. UU reading www.uukanshu.cóm
A few days ago, the film crew saw him sleeping on the street for several nights, it was too pitiful, so they had to help him rent a simplest cheap room with only a bed and a table. The room was so dim that the camera needed to be turned on even if the lights were turned on. In the night vision mode, he sat on the bedside and was picking up the meal. Only the sound of chewing came out of the room. After a long while, the quilt was turned over, and the plastic lunch box was placed on the table, and he lay directly on the bed. After a while, he snored. .
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　　 "Teacher Lu, I still want to talk to you about Peng Kuo. If it doesn't work, I'll transfer Peng Kuo back. I don't think he is in a particularly good state of mind."
　　 Looking at Peng Kuo who had fallen asleep in the monitor, seeing Peng Kuo getting more and more decadent, PD decided to call Lu Ze again.
"what's happenin?"
At this time, Lu Ze was writing a plan, hoping to further change the activity process of the audio film. After receiving the call, he put down his pen, leaned back in his chair, and listened to PD telling Peng Kuo’s recent experience, until the PD report was completed, revealing Smile.
　　 "Isn't this good?"
"very good…?"
"Yes, it's good. I hope that he will find this feeling. The role Peng Kuo receives is not the same as other people. Others need to adapt to another life, and Peng Kuo wants to compromise with life. What I want is for him to produce a sense of pain that he hopes to change, but he is unable to change the status quo of his life, and can only blindly waste time. This is the essence of the character he received. Now this feeling is right. Continue shooting Okay, just stare at him more and pay attention to safety. Okay, that's it."
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