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Chapter 70
Chapter 70
After the start of the second article, Kuncheng gave Xia Xiqing enough room to play, using and unconditionally believing in a newcomer who is completely blank in terms of acting skills. This method is a great risk in film shooting. The worst result is Ruined the whole movie.
Although Kuncheng has the most say in the crew, it does not mean that other people can be convinced of this way of operation. Xia Xiqing knows this all too well. All he can do is to use his abilities to convince everyone. But in terms of acting, what ability does he have?
What he has is nothing but a heroic determination to self-dissect.
"action!"
Jiang Tong was lying on the ground. He was obviously the most humble and weakest. He was disheartened and embarrassed, but there was no begging expression on his bullying face. No matter how the gangsters humiliated and beat him, he always used The innately unnatural tone of voice states the fact that he is penniless.
He really has no money. He paid the rent with the salary he just paid, bought some necessities and food, and used the rest to buy paint to maintain his extravagant hobby. Even if the bicycle is broken, he is reluctant to take it for repair.
"I think you're fucking pretending to be with me here. I think if you don't teach you a good lesson today, you don't even know who is in charge of this street!"
The leader lost the slightest patience. He picked up Jiang Tong, who had been knocked to the ground, and pushed it against the wall. His fist was facing his pale face. Jiang Tong couldn't resist. As he walked away, his stomach hurt so much that he was twisted together.
Seeing the fist coming straight at him, all he could do was close his eyes subconsciously. Anyway, this was not the first time.
As long as you don't die, it doesn't matter.
But in the next moment, what he waited for was not the punch that could break his jawbone, but the hot liquid splashed on his face with loud noises and howls, the neckline was loosened, and Jiang Tong slid down the wall and opened his eyes. The moment he opened his eyes, he was stunned. The bastard who was clamoring to teach him a lesson just now collapsed in front of him with blood all over his face. Jiang Tong stretched out his hand blankly and touched his face.
The fingers were covered in blood, the blood of this man.
He saw a stick that didn't exist before, right at the gangster's feet, rolling slightly.
Someone smashed him with this?
"Brother Wang? Brother Wang, are you alright?" The other people were also shocked when they saw this, they immediately surrounded the boss, who had lost his prestige and blood, but was still stubborn, "Which bitch is that? Raise him! Quick, kill him! Damn it, my head..."
A few people raised their heads and looked at the alley. Jiang Tong, who was stunned, only remembered at this time, and looked at the other side in a daze.
Under the setting sun, a tall man came from the entrance of the alley, his hair was burning red like fire. His face was indistinct in the backlight, and the fiery red light was like his mask.
The sudden intruder walked towards them without saying a word, without uttering a harsh word.
"Beat him to the death for me!"
There are four people on this side, and only one on the other side. No matter how tall he looks, he is no match for him. Jiang Tong waved at him and said with difficulty, "Hurry up, hurry up!"
The man seemed to be even more deaf than him. He didn't listen to him at all. He rushed straight up and kicked the front of the leader's chest, pushing him to the ground, shattering all the bones in his body. .
After this kick, Jiang Tong finally saw his face in the backlight, especially those lone wolf-like vicious eyes.
He trembled all over, and said involuntarily in his mouth.
"That night...that day..."
The man who followed him and nearly killed him!
It was as if someone suddenly strangled his neck, Jiang Tong's pupils were all distracted, and his body trembled unbelievably.
In the darkness, those hands once tightly covered his mouth, and he also once saw that man's fierce gaze up close. Under the moonlight, he was like a wolf in a desperate situation.
The tall man obviously didn't have any helpers, but he was so ruthless when he attacked that he didn't leave any way out. Every punch and every kick hit people to death. Jiang Tong looked terrified.
This man is not afraid of death at all.
The most unstoppable people in this world are people who have nothing, and they are the ones who really don't want to die.
Soon, the few people who had humiliated Jiang Tong so much all fell to the ground, and they didn't even have the strength to stand up and run away, like a few old dogs lingering.
The man was panting in his chest, turned his face to look at Jiang Tong, Jiang Tong also turned his face to the side for a moment, avoiding his eyes.
Sweat slid down his forehead, it was cold.
He was afraid, and it was the first time he admitted it. He was really scared.
When think back to that night, the physical fear cannot be overcome.
"Why don't you get out," the man said suddenly, his voice low and slightly panting after he had just moved his hand, "Do you want to stay here and be beaten to death by them?"
Jiang Tong turned his head abruptly and looked directly at the man's face. The corner of his mouth was also broken, and the brow bone was broken and a button was dripping down with thin bloodstains.
How could this person say such a thing? As if it wasn't him who wanted to kill him that night.
Jiang Tong didn't know why, so he shivered and opened his mouth, obviously it was enough to escape at this time, as long as he could survive, he still looked straight into his eyes and said what was in his heart, "You... You are……"
The man did not approach as he imagined, but just crouched down at a distance of half a meter and looked at Jiang Tong blankly.
"I'm the one who followed you that day." He twitched the corners of his mouth, not laughing, but a demonstration in some sense.
"I know……"
Jiang Tong struggled to answer, but was firm. There is no turning back. With his back against the wall, he has nothing in his hand that can be used as a weapon, but even if there is, he knows that he has no chance of winning. Just look at these few people lying on the ground. Such a strong man, he has almost no room for resistance.
He tried hard to calm his breathing, and stood up with difficulty while leaning against the wall. The severe pain in his abdomen did not subside. His right leg was also kicked, and every step he took was in severe pain.
Indeed, he got rid of the entanglement of these people, but he was even more afraid in his heart.
Because that person's shadow followed him closely, just like that night. His shadow is very long and long, and a ghost appears beside him, no matter how fast he steps, he can't get rid of it.
Walking out of the alley with difficulty, Jiang Tong hesitated for a while when he saw his broken bicycle, but he really didn't dare to stay any longer. Fear made his heart beat so fast that it seemed like he was about to jump out of his heart in the next second.
"You are afraid of me."
The man suddenly opened his mouth behind him, making Jiang Tong tremble with fright. He ignored the old bicycle and walked straight out of the alley. Without something to support him, his steps quickened, his whole body hurt and unstable, he limped and fell to the ground.
The man behind didn't step up to help him either, just spoke in an incomprehensible tone.
"You should be afraid of me." His voice was full of despair, "but not now."
Jiang Tong didn't understand what he meant, nor did he have the desire to understand. He didn't look back. The two walked out of the dirty and cramped alley one after the other. Outside was a road with little traffic. There were tall sycamore trees on both sides. The branches and leaves of the sycamore are almost connected together, obscuring the sky. This kind of feeling is very strange, as if the two people will never meet in any case, they desperately stretch out their hands to each other.
Whether it is able to hug or not, as long as the moment when the fingertips touch, everything is worth it.
Therefore, Jiang Tong likes the phoenix trees in this season, which is a rare source of hope in his gloomy life.
He lowered his head, the shadow was still there, Jiang Tong could support a tree every few steps he took, but the gap in the middle still made his feet unable to bear, and the pace became slower and slower.
"Stop."
The person behind him suddenly spoke, and Jiang Tong was startled again. There was no one to support him, and he almost fell over.
"turn around."
The natural fear of this person forced him to choose to obey, Jiang Tong twisted his neck awkwardly, turned his face sideways, but did not look at him.
He thought that this natural killer would definitely take him to some uninhabited corner, maybe kill him directly and cut his body into many pieces, or torture him by all means to satisfy his own pleasure, otherwise he would really I can't imagine what kind of situation would allow a person to stalk another complete stranger in the dark, not for money or to satisfy a certain desire, but just want to kill.
But he didn't expect that after the murderer in his heart gave the order, he bent down and sat beside Maru Yazi, looked up at his face and said, "Sit."
What's on your mind.
Jiang Tong covered his stomach and turned around, not daring to sit down or continue standing like this.
The man gave him another wink, fierce and undeniable. Jiang Tong had no choice but to bend over sluggishly, preparing to sit down next to him.
"Don't get too close to me."
Jiang Tong looked at him inexplicably, his eyes full of doubts. But he didn't want to ask any questions, and he sat down silently enduring the pain. A little farther is better.
His eyes floated timidly on the man's face. The blood that had only reached his upper eyelid just now has now reached his eyes, like water flowing through a deep canyon, because his eye sockets are very deep, much like the plaster heads that those who study fine arts use to practice sketching. But Jiang Tong didn't have the money to study, and he didn't even have the chance to touch those plaster statues.
Jiang Tong's gaze became firmer, but his heart was still beating. He swallowed and his Adam's apple rolled.
Turn your head back.
"cut!"
Kuncheng stood up, unable to hold back the surprise on his face, "Very good, that long shot just now was very good."
The two of you don't need to grind at all to play together. He wanted to say this sentence, but he didn't know why, so he didn't say it.
In the previous fight, they shot several camera positions from different angles, and the effect was also very good. It looks like they have come five or six times, which is very efficient for relatively intense fighting scenes. What surprised Kuncheng was that after Jiang Tong stood up, Gao Kun followed him and walked to the road one after the other.
The dramatic tension between the two was almost natural, and it was better than the best result he had imagined. Even the lines that Gao Kun said at random in the back, the tone and rhythm were just right.
Really found a treasure.
Xia Xiqing exhaled a long breath, and the tension that had been tense suddenly loosened, which made people feel a little uncomfortable. He now understands why so many actors have bad emotions when they are acting. This job is really not done by ordinary people.
Ronaldinho came over and held a small pink fan the size of a palm. Just as he was about to speak, the fan in his hand was snatched by Zhou Ziheng, and he handed it to Xia Xiqing who was sitting next to him without blowing, "Are you hot? blow."
Xia Xiqing turned his head and looked at Zhou Ziheng, whose forehead was sweating, "You are hotter."
"I'm not hot." Zhou Ziheng turned off the fan and threw it into his arms. The makeup artist on the side laughed and slapped Zhou Ziheng's forehead, "If you are not hot, don't sweat it, see we have to touch up your makeup every time we cut, and the blood will flow down with the sweat. ."
Zhou Ziheng looked up embarrassedly and smiled.
Xia Xiqing held the handle of the fan in his hand, and the corners of his mouth curled up. He turned on the switch, moved his butt to sit next to Zhou Ziheng, next to him, held the small fan and placed it between the two, joking with the lines just now.
"I'm going to get this close."
Zhou Ziheng quickly reflected, and moved to the right again, repeating Gao Kun's line, "Don't get so close to me."
"I will." Xia Xiqing moved again.
"Don't make trouble, you two, you can't touch up your makeup." The makeup artist was amused by the two naive ghosts, and Xiao Luo showed a disgusted expression next to him, and he didn't dare to let Zhou Ziheng see it.
"Is it troublesome to play Jiang Tong?" Zhou Ziheng was still worried about Xia Xiqing.
Xia Xiqing raised his eyebrows, his eyes were lazy and sullen, and he lowered his voice and said beside Zhou Ziheng, "I want someone who fights hard at school all day to play a beaten one, really..."
Zhou Ziheng also lowered his voice, "Who told you to look so weak?"
Xia Xiqing glared at him so hard that he was about to slash him in front of other people. Zhou Ziheng immediately apologized when he saw it, "I'm joking, I'm sorry." He also found it funny when he said that, "I never played in school. shelf."
"Well, you are the one who called the police."
Zhou Ziheng turned his head in surprise, "How do you know?"
Xia Xiqing smiled a little childishly, "I just know."
Zhou Ziheng stopped making trouble, the smile on his face was slightly put away, and he changed the subject, "You just...how could you be so real when you were afraid of me?" He thought about his words again, "I mean, you usually don't If you are afraid or something, I believe you are not afraid of fighting."
The other party was silent for a while before finally speaking.
"I'm afraid of the dark."
Xia Xiqing's laughter was very light, but it fell heavily into Zhou Ziheng's heart.
"It's not difficult to borrow that feeling."
Zhou Ziheng couldn't imagine borrowing a little emotion from his deepest fear.
The small fan was turning gently, Xia Xiqing stared at the circle in the center, and someone touched his cheek.
"I'm sweating." Looking up and seeing Zhou Ziheng smiling, he looked apologetic, "Ah, it seems to be even more dirty after I wiped it."
"Go away, I'm annoying you." Xia Xiqing lowered his head and wiped his face, his smile unconsciously floated up.
Kuncheng watched the long shot from the alley to the side of the road again, and came over with great satisfaction, "The shot just now is really good, and it really feels like walking if you hold the camera in front of you." He hurried again. I hurriedly walked to the other side and communicated with the chief photographer about the perspective and layout of the camera afterwards.
"It was the first time I tried a long shot. It's amazing." As soon as Kuncheng left, Zhou Ziheng began to tease Xia Xiqing, "Genius newcomer."
"Isn't that you?"
"I was ground out." Zhou Ziheng put a few tissues on his forehead, "I figured it out a little bit." He put his hand on his bent knee, "As for me, I was always told by many directors that I can I can play life and death, but I can't play life. I can play any emotion you want, but I just can't play an ordinary common man. Because I don't know them at all, and I don't know my role."
His eyes looked at the road, "So at that time I was like now, squatting on the side of the road, sometimes for an afternoon. I was still young at that time, and I was in high school, and it was not very popular. I was just like that during the holidays. Squatting, it looks like passersby come and go. After watching more, I realize that everyone is a collection of emotions, and there are too many emotions piled up on one's body, which is very complicated. Gotta be like a mature adult, so it rubbed off."
Saying that, Zhou Ziheng looked at Xia Xiqing with a smile on his face, "I realized later that what I want to play is that kind of flat."
The warm yellow sunset outlines every edge and corner of Zhou Ziheng's face, yet wraps them so softly. Xia Xiqing just looked at him like that, the corners of his mouth raised, but he didn't speak.
He actually wanted to say something, but found that his barren language was completely incapable of describing how he felt about Zhou Ziheng at the moment. It was too good, too good, beyond the threshold that could be described in words. It would be nice to have paintbrushes and paints, preferably gentle and gentle watercolors. He wanted to paint them now, and paint Zhou Ziheng, who in his eyes is full of enthusiasm for performing arts.
"What are you looking at?" Zhou Ziheng looked at Xia Xiqing, who had been staring at him, with some doubts.
The stunned Xia Xiqing walked out of his own thoughts and raised his eyebrows at him, "You look good, handsome young man."
"He's a handsome guy." Zhou Ziheng deliberately touched Xia Xiqing's toes with his foot and took off the tissue from his head. The makeup artist leaves, and the next show is about to start.
Xia Xiqing sat up and returned to the same position as before to wait for the start, but suddenly heard Zhou Ziheng's voice.
"I don't want you to be that flat."
Body stagnates. Xia Xiqing froze suddenly, and could only look at Zhou Ziheng's shadow on the ground.
"I want to see all your emotions, good or bad, no matter how complicated or sharp, don't grind each other, just let them release."
The last sentence was deliberately lowered, so low that only the two of them in the world could hear it.
"Give it to me, I can take it."