Time flies around and arrives at 7:30 in the morning. The staff pushed a bicycle and found Bu Fan, who avoided the mental illness and hid in the corner to count ants.

"Teacher Bu, Director Wang asked me to give you the car and then ask you to go there quickly."

"Once upon a time, I was a teacher!" Bu Fan heard a careful look, and was secretly happy and did not forget to do the job. When he heard Wang Shuai call him, he quickly stood up, took the bicycle and pushed him towards Wang Shuai.

"Director Wang, you call me?"

I found Wang Shuai in the crowd, looked at his formal work state, obviously as relaxed as before, and was directing the crew with a serious face.

Seeing Bu Fan coming, Wang Shuai changed his smile and patted Bu Fan's shoulder and said, "Bu Fan, you are here. Today the crew is divided into two groups. I will take Li Xiaobing and Cheng Yuanyuan to the school. You will follow the deputy director to go to another shooting team. Let's do some relaxing things on the first day of shooting. Today your main task is to ride this bicycle on the street. At that time, there will be staff in front to guide you on the route, and you will ride it..."

After listening carefully, Bu Fan nodded quickly while thanking the director for his kindness in his heart, "Director, please take a look."

"Okay, perform well, I'm optimistic about you." After saying that, he called the staff to lead Bu Fan to a shooting team led by the deputy director.

When the deputy director saw Bu Fanren arrive, he explained it again. After all the staff and equipment were in place, the staff rode a motorcycle first, and Bu Fan followed behind.

I have a bicycle I never ride

One day I rode it to the market on a whim

I have two cents in my pocket and I feel so proud

Was it, Was it, spicy strips...

Humming and singing, facing the sun at 8:00, Bu Fan went out with a smile.

It took a long walk around the urban-rural fringe areas, and it was almost twelve o'clock in the morning.

The old steamed buns in the morning had already been transformed into bone oil and consumed. However, seeing that the assistant director accompanied him did not stop and asked to find a roadside stall to deal with it casually, Bu Fan could only grit his teeth and persevere.

But the foot was not as straightforward as before. After riding with the staff for a while, Bu Fan was sweating profusely, and protests were heard in his stomach, and Bu Fan was angry.

"This emperor is not short of hungry soldiers, why don't you even give me a full meal when I get here?"

While cursing the assistant director forgot to bring paper when he went to the bathroom, he pedaled hard.

Imagine the pedal as the face of the assistant director, step on one step at a time, and step on it desperately.

After two more laps, the deputy director sat in the van and waved his hand, and the staff leading the way in front received the order.

Buzz...

A thick smoke ejected from the exhaust pipe, and the staff leading the road turned around and rode on the main road.

Poor Bu Fan sniffed a scent from behind, and the smell of gasoline suddenly became strong.

At this time, Bu Fan wanted to cry very much.

"What kind of world is this? Even if you drink some northwest wind mats, you will have some ingredients added to your stomach?"

At 3:30 in the afternoon, Bu Fan was already riding his bike on the road without hesitation.

I really don’t have the strength to pedal this pedal. I wanted to get down to rest for a while, but the assistant director didn’t allow it. Besides shit and peeing, everything else was solved in the car, and even drinking water had to move under my feet.

He first rode from Jiefang South Road to Jiefang North Road, and then turned from Chang'an West Road to Chang'an East Road. Bu Fan no longer knew how many traffic lights he had passed or how many sidewalks he had walked through, so he was just about to go to the fifth ring road and give in to Bu Fan to sing the song of the fifth ring road.

Ah Wuhuan, you have one more ring than the Fourth Ring Road!

Ah Wuhuan, you have two rings less than the seven rings!

Bu Fan, who was riding on the bike, didn't have the energy to curse the deputy director in his heart. The spell he could think of had already been said, and now his mind was full of the fragrant rice.

There was once a bowl of fragrant rice in front of me, but I didn’t cherish it. I regretted it until I missed it.

If God can give me another chance, I will eat it without hesitation.

If I had to add something, I would definitely pick up the bowl and shout, "Add another bowl."

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was already facing west. At this time, Bu Fan was hungry and food was not chosen. When he saw the birds that were born to fly by, he could imagine a roasted sparrow to come out to make a tooth sacrifice.

During this period, a young lady passing by looked at the shooting scene curiously. Bu Fan seemed to walk over and say to her: "Miss, don't you have a little sympathy? Didn't you see that I am a child? A hungry child."

Unfortunately, there was no telepathy. After looking at it for a while, I found that there was nothing to watch. The young lady left Bufan directly.

Under Bu Fan's tears, he waved his sleeves without taking away a cloud.

At 4:30 pm, the accompanying assistant director finally showed his compassion, "Stop, just like this today, I'm done."

Hearing this, Bu Fan held the brakes and parked the car on the side of the road, and couldn't wait to get out of the car tremblingly.

For more than eight hours, the cushion rubbed between the legs, and no one could stand it.

Bu Fan felt that his brothers had all grown calluses at this time.

"The energy of life for more than 20 years has not been effective yet."

"Go and hang the bicycle behind the bike." The deputy director directed the accompanying staff to start cleaning up the yard. After the arrangement, he said to Bu Fan: "Bu Fan, thank you for your hard work. Come get on the bike and rest. After the things are packed, we will go back to have a meal."

As soon as he said this, Bu Fan's eyes shone directly. He wanted to slump directly on the roadside and quickly climbed into the car.

"I said you were too much! I won't take you to play like this..."

Pushing open the car door, Bu Fan's face changed three times, and then howled and burst into tears.

Peanuts, melon seeds, potato chips and other snacks are everywhere in the car, and even more overwhelmingly there are braised pig trotter bones that have been gnawed.

Although Bu Fan was tired of riding in front of him, he thought that he had no food, and the staff who followed him did not eat either. Although all kinds of dissatisfaction appeared, he did not directly say that he would give up and go to the parade and make a strike.

At that time, he comforted himself, "This movie working group is different from the TV working group. Just look at the life-long spirit of not eating this day. No wonder the film practitioners are more powerful than the TV practitioners."

But now seeing the situation in the car, Bu Fan really wanted to slap himself twice, "I am still too simple."

Hearing this, the deputy director explained naturally: "I can't blame me. Director Wang gave a separate explanation when he went out, so that you could ride a bike for a day, so it would be better to show a lot of emotions in the middle."

The deputy director didn't want to blame Wang Shuai directly. He said that this big iron pot was too heavy and he would not carry it.

"Damn it! The city is a trick, I want to go back to the countryside."

Bu Fan remembered the time when he left in the morning. Wang Shuai patted his shoulder with a smile and said, "Today's first filming is easier, so I rode my bike around the street."

But is this relaxed or wandering around the street?

Yes, Bu Fan admitted that there was no other transfer today, nor did he say a line, but no one could stand the day of riding on the streets and alleys, but he would still not be given a meal.

He turned grief and anger into appetite, didn't want to say anything, and didn't want to pay attention to anyone. He got into the car and started to make wildly with the leftovers.

The car drove back to the youth hostel, Bu Fan got out of the car and went straight to the restaurant next to him. Without saying a word, he spoke: "Half a pound of beef ramen, more beef, less noodles, and quickly served."

After a while, Wang Shuai and another group of filming staff rushed back. After packing the things and sorting them out, Li Xiaobing, wearing a school uniform, saw Bu Fan eating noodles in the restaurant.

He walked in and sat opposite Bu Fan and said, "I said Bu Fan, you are reincarnated as a starving ghost? You are not afraid of choking yourself if you have a big basin."

Bu Fan looked at Li Xiaobing's neat clothes opposite, then looked at the work clothes on his body, and pointed at the door, "You'd better go out before I'm jealous. I can't guarantee that I will do anything to you later if I'm red."

Although Bu Fan knew that he was playing a young man working in the city after getting the script, he felt very nervous when he saw Li Xiaobing dressing like a handsome man at this time.

"Don't let me go! You're so ungrateful? Don't say that you were drunk and rolling around yesterday was so lively. If I hadn't spared my life and carried you back, you would have to sleep on the road. Just say that if I hadn't called you this morning, you would have woken up? I was late for the first day of the show. I don't need to say what the impact would be!"

"Wait, what did you just say?"
Chapter completed!