The northern suburbs of Beijing, deep within the Water Great Wall scenic area, on the set of "Magic Realm 2".
Leng Zimo walked in holding Luo Jun’s small hand, pointing things out to him along the way.
"That’s a cara... this is the track... the white one? That’s a reflector..."
The little guy was visiting a film set for the first ti, and everything seed new to him. He looked around with excitent and curiosity, transforming into a little question generator. Leng Zimo was not annoyed in the least and answered even the most childish questions earnestly.
John followed leisurely behind them.
Seeing Leng Zimo walk in, even the famous director Li Xian stood up from his chair and greeted him with a smile. Noticing Mo Mo by his side, Li Xian imdiately turned his attention, "Is this the little actor you brought in with a piece of land?!"
The relationship between Li Xian and Leng Zimo was one of many years, so he spoke to him without any formalities.
Leng Zimo bent down to hold the little guy’s shoulder, "Mo Mo, this is the director, called Uncle Li!"
"Hello, Uncle Li." The little guy greeted Li Xian politely, his large, clear eyes examining him carefully, "I know you."
"You know ?" Li Xian looked at the exquisitely carved little boy in front of him, his face showing interest, "Have you seen before?"
"In winter, I saw you in New York. Do you rember wearing a panda hat?" Luo Jun articulated clearly.
"A panda hat?" Li Xian thought carefully, "Oh, I rember now. It was during the European Union Film Festival. Did you see in a movie?"
"No, not at all. Mom took . We wanted to see Uncle Zimo, but unfortunately, Uncle Zimo didn’t go." The little guy said.
"His mom is my fan." Leng Zimo explained.
Li Xian laughed out loud, "It seems you two are really quite fated."
Leng Zimo straightened up, "Teacher Li, what do you think of this kid?!"
"He’s got talent!" Li Xian nodded earnestly, "So, shall we begin?!"
"Alright." Leng Zimo patted the little guy’s head, "Mo Mo, shall we go change costus and get made up?"
"Do I have to put on makeup too?" The little guy furrowed his small eyebrows, "I don’t want to wear lipstick, that’s for girls."
That statent made everyone burst into laughter.
The makeup artist, who was in charge of styling, had already walked over and took the little guy’s hand, "Mo Mo, don’t worry. Your lips are already quite red, I certainly won’t put lipstick on you. We just need to put on a wig."
"Can he just add extensions?" Leng Zimo asked.
Sticking on a wig can irritate the skin, and it can be uncomfortable to remove. He didn’t want the little guy to suffer that.
The makeup artist patted Mo Mo’s hair, "His hair length is sufficient, but doing so would be ti-consuming, it would take about an hour."
Before Leng Zimo could speak, Li Xian had already chid in, "Extensions look more natural. An hour is an hour, it’s fine. We can film other parts first."
"Alright." The makeup artist replied as she straightened up, "Mo Mo, would you like to go with sister to get hair extensions?"
"Uh-huh." The little guy nodded in agreent imdiately.
The makeup artist led the little guy to the makeup area, and John quickly followed them over.
Seeing this tall African Arican man with a clear aura of toughness, sporting a backpack, everyone wore expressions of puzzlent.
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