Zhang Xuran’s family.

In the living room, the light outside the window poured in through the gaps of the semi-open curtains, and the sweet potato lazily lay in the sun and stretched out his claws.

He Xiao and Zhang Xuran were sitting opposite each other on the sofa, holding the cup of herbal tea in his hand, looking at Zhang Xuran, who had not changed much like four or five years ago.

The latter threw his legs on the coffee table, with a baseball cap on his head, lowered his head, and chewing gum in his mouth, just like the two of them when they first met.

"So, are you an art film that wants to win an award?"

"Yes."

Zhang Xuran had already learned some information from He Xiao. At this time, a big bubble was blown up, and then licked the corner of his lips and said, "You should look for professionals in this kind of movie, but I don't have any acting skills."

"It's good that you play your true nature, well... this role is very similar to you." He Xiao replied.

Zhang Xuran said frankly: "It looks very similar to me? Let's be more specific."

"She is Ma Jiaqi. I don't have any age, but my temper is the same as yours and my mouth is very smelly." He Xiao touched his chin and said seriously with a stern look.

"?" Zhang Xuran stared.

I am a delicate girl who brushes my teeth three times a day. Do you think I have a bad mouth?

He Xiao automatically ignored the death gaze from Zhang Xuran, took out the simple version of the script from the handbag he carried with him, and put it in front of Zhang Xuran, "You will know when you have time. If you have time, you can also try writing a biography. I believe you will be able to take part in the role faster."

Zhang Xuran looked unhappy, picked up the script and glanced at the title on it, and said with contempt: "Nobody? What the hell is the name? Is it the heroine?"

"The heroine is like a fake one!" He Xiao patted his chest confidently.

"What profession?"

"Unemployed, high-level paraplegia, stay at home every day."

"?"

Zhang Xuran shook his cheerful motor leg and angrily opened her eyes, "My mother is selling a turtle son! Do you want me to play a wheelchair? Do you die? You deserve to be followed by paparazzi every day, and no one will die for you if you die! Only I will go to your grave to ring the bell!"

When He heard Zhang Xuran shouting, He Xiao's eyes suddenly lit up because he looked very much like Ma Jiaqi in "The Unknown", and that feeling suddenly came out.

The key is that it's so rhyming.

"It's simply Ma Jiaqi Benqi."

Not only was He Xiao not angry, he also gave a thumbs up. This didn't require any adjustments, so it would be fine to start the filming directly.

As for the words of being scolded, He Xiao didn't care. He had been used to living in the same building for three or four years.

Besides, in this era when parents are at the least, the family tree is unprotected, and everyone will greet the people of Zuan, everyone has a strong ability to withstand pressure, and this odor is nothing.

Before Zhang Xuran could use all her strength, if He Xiao fell down, then he would not be the director for a long time and would die of anger on the set sooner or later.

"By the way, are you talking about Sichuan dialect or Rongcheng dialect?" He Xiao suddenly remembered something and asked.

"Son of Turtle! I haven't scolded you enough yet, please stop changing the topic!" Zhang Xuran's eyebrows were furrowed, and she thought why Xiao was playing thirty-six strategies.

He Xiao quickly explained: "Sister, I'm serious. I plan to shoot all of this movie in Southwest dialect. If what I expected is good, you should be the only one in the crew."

Zhang Xuran stopped hearing this. She snorted, "City, Yunnan, Guizhou and Sichuan are not separated."

"Then listen to where I said this." He Xiao recalled the lines in the movie, learned their tone, said casually, and then looked at Zhang Xuran in anticipation.

As a result, Zhang Xuran looked disgusted and poured a basin of cold water from head to toe, "Silly, you know the Hammer dialect, you are simply different!"

"..." He Xiao slapped his forehead. It was indeed a bit far-fetched for him, a Northeastern man, to speak Southwest dialect, but the full dialect dialogue in this movie is the essence. He Xiao didn't want to throw away this highlight, so he could only pester Zhang Xuran and listen to a few words of his bulk dialect to let her distinguish.

Zhang Xuran held her forehead helplessly and said, "Okay, okay, don't say it, I know."

It seemed as if he was trying to identify it. After a few seconds, Zhang Xuran raised her head, "It looks a bit like Rongcheng dialect, and it looks a bit like the expensive and civilian dialect. What you guys say is too unstandard, so I can only guess these."

"That should be the dialect of your province."

He Xiao touched his chin. He heard Zhang Xuran say this and remembered that in the black mobile phone world, the movie was filmed in the "Bridge City" in Guizhou Province.

"Can you speak the dialect of your province? Can you teach me?"

Zhang Xuran laughed, "Why do I want to teach you a grandson? How much do you give me?"

"The pay is eight million!"

He Xiao stretched out his thumb and index finger and compared it with an eight-handed gesture.

Zhang Xuran was so scared that she didn't swallow the gum in her stomach, "You give such a high reward to the new actors, aren't you afraid of losing death?"

"My Sister Zhang is worth this price!"

"You said I'm worth the price?"

"I said you're worth the price!"

"Then I'm worth the fuck!"

Zhang Xuran closed her legs and leaned forward and said, "I can teach you dialect, but I don't want the pay, but I'll agree in advance that I only know the dialect of the provincial capital in your province, and other cities can't teach you even if you want to."

"There are many kinds of dialects in your province?" He Xiao was surprised.

"Of course, each region is different, but now the languages ​​of the entire Southwest Mandarin area are gradually growing and growing and unifying each other due to Mandarin."

He Xiao didn't expect that a province could have so many dialects. After all, the three northeastern provinces said the same thing.

"Okay, then you can teach me the provincial capital."

Nodding, He Xiao and Zhang Xuran decided on the matter.

After he went back tonight, he started writing detailed scripts and character dialogues. He didn't have to learn all the dialects, he just needed to read some of his own lines into a luxurious and economical flavor.

The same is true for other actors. It is not easy to master a dialect. No one can learn it thoroughly in a short period of time. When filming, they must also learn a line and read a line.

It must be very tiring to film like this and it also takes time off. However, as a professional actor, you cannot give up because of trouble, and it is even more impossible to find a dubbing later. The original style is called a good movie.

He Xiao has made plans. This drama is different from a popcorn movie like "Charlotte's Troubles". The production cycle is set by him for more than four months, and he strives to be released in the Spring Festival period early next year.

As for box office, He Xiao knew that he would definitely not lose money, but he did not set his goal too high. After all, it was an art film, so he was not aiming for the box office at all, even if this movie had a lot of black humor.

He took another lunch at Zhang Xuran's house, and then amid her cursing voice, He Xiaoran left the floor that carries his four-year memory with ease.
Chapter completed!