Chapter 79

The rain was getting stronger, and Fujiwara, who was chasing, was too anxious to stay out of sight. He desperately wanted to catch Lu Xiao, and from his mouth, he concluded that Zhou Yan was an undercover agent.

"Chase!" Fujiwara gave an order, "Whoever catches up with that kid first, I'll report it to the Colonel for a reward for his merits and deeds!"

The Japanese soldiers who got the promise shouted and rushed into the alley one after another. At this time, Lu Xiao also felt abnormal. He lowered his umbrella and walked forward quickly!

Walking to the corner, he pushed down the firewood piled in the corner, blocking the enemy's footsteps for a few seconds.

But although he walked very fast and set up obstacles along the way, he was overtaken by healthy enemy soldiers under the drag of his left leg.

What was even more frightening was that when he reached the end of the alley, he realized that there was no road ahead.

He's hiding in a dead end!

Seeing that he had no way out, the four enemy soldiers lined up behind him with a smile.

Lu Xiao turned around slowly, Fujiwara bypassed the warrior and walked in front of him, his eyes were cruel and greedy, and his voice was strange: "Keep running, you Chinese pig like a lost dog!"

Hearing the insulting words, Lu Xiao's eyes were bloodshot, and he gently tugged the corner of his mouth: "Don't open your mouth, let's go together!"

The soldiers looked at Fujiwara, Fujiwara snorted, stretched out two fingers,

Move slightly forward.

The four people rushed out in an instant and swarmed up!

Lu still held an umbrella and killed so many devils on the battlefield, sometimes with guns, and sometimes in hand-to-hand combat. He didn't take these four little scoundrels seriously at all!

Lu Xiao's disabled left leg stood still, fighting with only one arm and his right leg. He was able to move smoothly between shots, and his every move was full of rhythm and a strange sense of harmony, both graceful and powerful.

In the later stage, a piece of music with a strong sense of rhythm will be added to this scene. While watching his performance, Qian Dao played that piece of music in his mind, and the smile on his face became deeper and deeper.

Teacher Wu has been following him until now, in order to adjust at any time which movements do not look good in the camera. Seeing that Director Qian was quite satisfied, Teacher Wu asked with a smile, "Is he still able to learn?"

Director Qian also smiled: "You teach well."

After saying these two words, Lu Xiao in the camera had already dealt with the four little scumbags, so he could take care of his neckline in a leisurely manner.

Director Qian hurriedly shouted "Ka", and Si Miao stopped and bowed to the four group performers on the ground.

"Are we going?"

Without waiting for Director Qian to give the next step, the props and makeup artist asked in unison.

Director Qian was choked for two seconds by the two of them, and then stared, "It's over, let's go.

This set of team is what Director Qian has been using all the time. After following him for so many years, the makeup artist and prop artist have a unique set of opinions on whether the actor's expression is good or not and whether the director is satisfied or not.

Apparently Qian Dao was very satisfied, so the assistant held an umbrella for them, and the two ran in with the blood bag and paint, stuffed the blood bag into Jiang Cheng's mouth, and drew a few scars on Si Miao's face.

After everything was done, Director Qian glanced at the rain and comforted: "The weather is too bad, so let's not rest for now. Let's get over it, and go back to the studio early after filming."

Everyone thinks this way. Moreover, the staff stayed under the built canopy, but the actors were actually exposed to the rain, and the pampered actors had no opinion, what else could they say?

The scene was marked, and in the next scene, the little minions rolled around and wailed, and Fujiwara saw that the momentum was not good and started to fight in person.

Fujiwara pulled out the cock, gave a grim smile, shouted and charged towards Lu Xiao.

Lu Xiao sensed the crisis, put away the umbrella, and blocked the blow with the handle.

Fujiwara's rank was much higher than those of the four little guys. Lu Xiao concentrated on dealing with it carefully. He had to move his left leg, which had been motionless. His breathing became heavier and heavier, and it became more and more difficult to receive moves.

With a disability, he couldn't compare to a healthy Fujiwara. After four or five moves, Lu Xiao was knocked down by Fujiwara and was pinned to the ground.

"What's your relationship with Zhou Yan?" Fujiwara said fiercely, "To be honest, I'll save your life."

"I don't know who Zhou Yan is or why you are chasing me."

The tip of Fujiwara's tongue licked the edge of the blade and narrowed his eyes: "Aren't you afraid of death, China pig?"

After fighting for so long, Lu Xiao actually didn't have much energy left, but these three words were like thorns, stabbing into his blood, making his already heavy breathing even more rapid.

Lu Xiao didn't speak, suddenly tilted his head and smiled.

During the fight just now, Lu Xiao's face was covered with color, the blood on the corner of his mouth was dizzy from the rain, and the bright red color made this smile full of evil spirits.

The assistant director staring at the camera blushed, let alone a girl, even Jiang Cheng, who was pressing on him, shook his head for a second.

Si Miao was stunned when she saw Jiang Cheng. She didn't want to be angry. She suddenly turned over and pressed Jiang Cheng under her body. She raised her fist high and fell fiercely!

He had been debating whether or not to use force before, and finally decided to stick to the actor's professional ethics, how to fight how to fight.

Therefore, the process of his fall was quite ruthless, but when he approached Jiang Cheng's head, he withdrew his strength, and it was a fake gesture with his back to the camera.

"Card!"

Director Qian raised his hand to stop, dissatisfied: "What was Fujiwara doing just now? And Lu Xiao, what's the matter with you, the enemy called you a Chinese pig, that's how you react?"

Si Miao also knew that he was affected by Jiang Cheng's daze just now, and his performance was also not very good.

"Sorry Director Qian," Si Miao shook out a finger, "one more time."

Director Qian adjusted the camera angle and silently agreed. The makeup artist continued to come over to touch up the makeup. The mirror started when Lu Xiao pressed Fujiwara under him.

Lu Xiao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and punched it down!

"Card!" Qian Dao stopped again, "Emotions are on the surface, no way!"

The third time: "Card, the action is too big to open and close, no!"

The fourth time: "Ka, the emotions are on the surface again, no way!"

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and Si Miao became more and more anxious as Director Qian called to stop again and again.

It's not just the problem of him and Jiang Cheng getting in the rain, the props teacher and the makeup artist have tossed here again and again, making him feel particularly guilty.

Director Qian sighed, seeing that this would be fruitless, he said helplessly: "The whole group rests for 20 minutes, Xiao Si, Jiang Cheng, come with me."

Jiang Cheng was below just now, and the camera couldn't give him. After following Si Miao so many times, his face stinks badly, and he dragged along with Si Miao while shaking the water on his hair.

Director Qian took them to the corner of the canopy and considered them for a while. Instead of reprimanding any of them, he asked a question: "Who knows, how many casualties were in the Nanjing Massacre?"

Si Miao and Jiang Cheng didn't understand what Director Qian meant, and didn't answer for a while.

"300,000." Qian Dao spat out a number.

Speaking of national mourning, Si Miao lowered his head and looked solemn. Then Qian Dao asked again: "Then do you know how many Chinese casualties were in the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression?"

"Three..." Si Miao checked the history when he was doing his homework. He knew this number, and it seemed that he was choked in his throat at the moment, and he couldn't say anything.

Qian Dao repeated: "How much?"

Si Miao: "Three, three thousand..."

Every time he said a word, his heart felt as if a knife had been gouged out, and the pain almost suffocated.

Seeing him faltering, Director Qian pulled his face down quickly and roared, "Hurry up, how much!"

"Three," Si Miao shuddered when he shouted, and closed his eyes tightly: "Thirty-five million!"

"Okay!" Qian Dao pursed his lips, his eagle-like eyes swept across their faces one by one, and finally fell into Si Miao's heart—

"From the September 18th Incident in 1931 to the end of August 15, 1945, China achieved a victory in the thirteen years of the difficult Anti-Japanese War. This victory was forged by the faith of our ancestors, and even more so with the blood of 35 million compatriots. Forged!"

"Every step you take now is stepping on the bones of your predecessors. They are national heroes, and they are the benefactors of every Chinese!"

"Lu Xiao, Lu Xiao, the one who killed your 35 million enemies is right in front of you. He keeps calling you a Chinese pig. How do you feel in your heart? Aren't you angry, aren't you angry?"

Qian Dao said word by word: "Don't you want to kill him?"

Si Miao's chest rose and fell violently, her eyes were flushed, and she almost did not hesitate to shout, "Think!"

"Okay!" Director Qian shouted, "Then go back to the venue!"

Si Miao's emotions were aroused, he turned around and left, Jiang Cheng followed him with his front feet, but was suddenly stopped by Qian Dao on his back feet.

Director Qian frowned: "With his current level of involvement, he may be heavy for a while, try not to dodge or dodge, and I'll make amends for you alone when this is over."

These words sounded good, but when you slapped them like this carefully, the distrust of Jiang Cheng was revealed inside and out. Jiang Cheng's face became even more foul, and he didn't dare to have an attack with the director, his alveoli almost exploded.

When the director and actors return to their places, everyone in the crew consciously takes their place.

Returning to the previous posture again, Si Miao, who was in a good mood, was furious. Just as the field recorder called A, Jiang Cheng had not had time to prepare himself, and was punched in the head by Si Miao!

No matter how angry he is, Si Miao still maintains a trace of rationality. This punch can't be said to hurt people, but it's definitely not light.

Being slapped by someone who has been hated for so long, Jiang Cheng's blood rushed to his brain, he couldn't hold back, and he even punched Si Miao back!

Focusing on Fujiwara, Si Miao, who was at his peak, immediately noticed the fist style and turned his head to hide. Just after realizing what happened, Qian Dao couldn't believe it: "Card! What are you doing?! Stop it!"

He has been in the industry for so many years, and he has never seen such an unprofessional actor!

The minions who were lying next to them shouting "Oops Oops" were also fooled by this punch, and they got up and pulled Jiangcheng away.

Jiang Cheng asked them to snort and gasp, and Qian Dao became more and more angry, but then he thought that this was the person who invested in the father, and forced his breath back.

"Everyone, take another look!"

"The thirty-second scene of "Code 57" is two mirrors seven times a!"

Director Qian moved Si Miao's emotions too well. This episode did not affect him, but Jiang Cheng's fight back made him even more angry.

In his eyes, who is completely in the play at this moment, Jiangcheng is Fujiwara, and Fujiwara is Jiangcheng!

Less than a second after Fujiwara lay down, Lu Xiao gave him a heavier punch!

This fist Si Miao's performance can almost be described as perfect, he is completely one with Lu Xiao, angry, bloody and devout. Qian Dao was in a much better mood, thinking that with a few more actions, this ill-fated scene could finally be turned over.

But unexpectedly, Jiang Cheng was stunned for a moment, and he counterattacked violently!

This is the first time that Director Qian can endure it, and the second time, fuck the father of the gold master. Director Qian threw the loudspeaker and rushed out of the studio to call Oriental Pictures!

He was in a fit of rage now, and he didn't have the patience to find the investment department, so he made a direct call to Wang Xiaohui.

"Hey," Dongfang and Director Qian have cooperated many times, and both sides have contact information for each other. Wang Xiaohui asked, "Director Qian, do you have anything to do with me?"

Director Qian explained the situation just now, and complaining spit stars all over the sky.

Wang Xiaohui listened patiently, and finally asked him, "What do you want me to do?"

"Help me pass it on to President Ji..." Director Qian did not dare to say too directly, "Let him help with Jiangcheng's work, or the filming will not go on."

As he was talking, he realized that his call seemed to be amplified by the power amplifier, and he could vaguely hear a few echoes.

He said in his heart, although he was ten years older than Mr. Ji in the east, he couldn't help but shudder when he knew that the other party heard his words.

Immediately, without waiting for him to explain, the man first laughed inexplicably.

Then he said indifferently, "You have worked hard, Director Qian, you can make Jiang Cheng go away."

The author has something to say: Jiang Cheng is really a miserable man. He was beaten twice, and then he hasn't made a movie yet.