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He also wanted to smile and wait for the meal to start calmly, but when his stomach was empty and there was delicious food in front of him, he couldn't do it! He looked at a plate of roast chicken not far away, and imagined the scene where he suddenly stood up and shoved the roast chicken into the director's mouth to make him stop babbling. Well, this seems to be more comfortable, and I can endure it for another five minutes.
He nodded, then covered his stomach, not paying attention to Ji Daying, who was sitting opposite, suddenly glanced at him, his expression was a bit weird, as if he wanted to laugh, and he controlled it again.
"... I wish the film a big hit." The director finally made a conclusion, and everyone stood up one after another.
Xiao Jiashu almost couldn't wait to raise his glass, touched Huang Meixuan and Huang Zijin next to him, and then picked up a piece of duck meat and put it into the bowl. Huang Meixuan tugged at his sleeve quietly, but he ignored it. He took a few bites of food before looking at it, and asked in a low voice, "Sister Huang, isn't the director finished talking? Can we eat?"
"Have a drink with the director, Brother Ji, and Brother Heng, go." Huang Meixuan poured wine for Young Master Xiao while saying that.
Shi Tingheng and Ji Mian are the male lead and second male lead of the film, and they are also big stars at the level of movie stars. The younger generation should give them a toast, but whether they drink or not is another matter. Although Xiao Jiashu has been abroad for many years, he is not unfamiliar with Chinese table manners. He picked up a glass of wine and toasted the director, Shi Tingheng and Ji Mian. Except for the phrase "take care", there was nothing else to say.
On the other hand, the other young couples came to the three of them one after another, toasting and flattering. The compliments came one after another, making Master Xiao more arrogant and ignorant of etiquette.
Huang Meixuan had a headache, but there was nothing he could do. He glared at Master Xiao, who was burying his head in the food, and asked in a low voice, "What are you eating?"
"Spicy chicken." Xiao Jiashu raised his head, his lips were red and bright, and there were still a few sparkling tears in his eyes.
"Who allowed you to eat spicy food! Sister Xue said it's good for you to have oral ulcers, but the anger hasn't subsided yet! Eat green vegetables!" Huang Meixuan said while picking up a lot of green vegetables and putting them into Master Xiao's bowl.
Xiao Jiashu moved the vegetables to the side and continued to eat the spicy chicken. After eating, he stretched out his chopsticks to the boiled pork slices. After drinking white porridge for half a month, he just wants to eat something heavy. Seeing that he was disobedient, Huang Meixuan picked up a clean spoon and knocked on the back of his hand.
"Why are you disobedient? Be careful I tell Sister Xue!" Huang Meixuan threatened.
Xiao Jiashu smiled ingratiatingly at her, and then continued to extend his "sinful" hand to the spicy shrimp not far away. Huang Meixuan was so angry that he tapped the back of his hand with a spoon, but he couldn't stop it. The interaction between the two is very intimate, not like an agent and an artist, but more like an elder and a junior at home. Everyone saw that, and they didn't mind Xiao Jiashu's behavior.
Without a strong background, can the legendary big devil Huang Meixuan serve Xiao Jiashu like a little ancestor? impossible! Since he has a background, he can't afford to offend him. If he likes to show off, let him do it. Thinking of this, several of the main creators started looking for Xiao Jiashu to talk, but they only got a few perfunctory words from him, and they were so embarrassed that they didn't dare to show it.
Xiao Jiashu was very good at eating, and even stretched out his chopsticks to the spicy dishes, making Huang Meixuan staring at him with anger. Her younger brother Huang Zijin suddenly laughed softly, took the initiative to scoop up a spoonful of Mapo tofu for Young Master Xiao, put it in his ear and said, "Eat, just let it go, you'll feel comfortable when you have a big tomorrow morning."
"Ah?" Xiao Jiashu looked at him blankly.
"Tomorrow morning, Tuba." Huang Zijin repeated, but the volume was so low that no one could hear him except Young Master Xiao and elder sister Huang Meixuan.
Xiao Jiashu has one thing that is different from ordinary people, that is, his imagination is very rich. When others say a word casually, he can use his imagination to construct it into the most colorful picture. Right now, in his mind unconsciously appeared the scene of sitting on the toilet, blushing hard, but couldn't pull it out. After more than ten minutes of brutal torture, it was finally smooth, but what came out was a lump. Fire, flames came out of the toilet, scorched his hair, something burst open, and the floor was covered with yellow, sticky suspicious objects... The background music echoed in my mind at the same time - chrysanthemum residue, full of Butt injury, your panties have turned yellow, the flowers fall out of the anus, you can only lie down and not lie down...
Vomiting... I want to throw up... Xiao Jiashu slowly put down his chopsticks, slowly covered his mouth, and looked at Huang Zijin with accusing eyes.
Huang Zijin ruffled his cool grey hair and said with a smile, "Be good, keep eating, brother will help you."
"Brother, I was wrong, I eat bland food." Xiao Jiashu hurriedly lowered his head and ate green vegetables honestly.
Huang Zijin held his cheek with one hand and looked at him with a smile, his eyes full of doting. He looks extremely handsome, and can even be described as a monster. The only disadvantage is that he is a little less masculine, and he was very popular for a while when he was young. But it was because of this face that he was later controlled by a certain gang involved and forced him to make that kind of film. If Sister Xue hadn't arrived in time, he might have gone mad, died, or died. The reason why Sister Xue took such a big risk to deal with the gang was just because she happened to see her sister crying in the corridor of the company. She didn't even know who they were at the time.
After so many years, he quit the stage to work behind the scenes, and his sister also turned from a handyman to a gold broker, but they did not dare to forget for a moment who rescued them from hell and gave them a better tomorrow. Not to mention that Sister Xue just asked them to take Xiao Jiashu with them temporarily, or let them be babysitters for Xiao Jiashu for the rest of their lives, there is nothing wrong.
When Huang Zijin fell into memory, Ji Mian's face was a little weird. He first covered his mouth with a napkin, then slammed a glass of wine, and finally shook his head and laughed, and scolded him in a low voice as "a living treasure". Fang Kun noticed his abnormality, leaned over and asked, "What's wrong? Is it a headache?"
"No, I'm fine." Ji Mian put down the glass and looked back at Lin Leyang, who was sitting at another table, and found that he was very harmonious with the people around him, so he went out with confidence.
Xiao Jiashu wanted to drain the water after he was full, so he also went out. After washing his hands, he went back to the box and saw Ji Mian standing by the window at the end of the corridor smoking. He couldn't help but walk over, "Brother Ji, can you give me a cigarette?"
"You also smoke?" Ji Mian was a little surprised. Even though Xiao Jiashu is tall and handsome, he is actually a little boy inside, very immature.
"I don't smoke too much." Xiao Jiashu didn't dare to smoke in front of his mother. Once she found out, it wasn't the cigarette that was smoked, but himself. Fortunately, he was not addicted to smoking, and he was not exposed until he returned to China.
Ji Mian laughed lowly, then handed over the whole pack of cigarettes, and said earnestly, "Chinese people often don't eat to fill their stomachs, but to socialize. Everyone else is talking, but you are the only one who eats, and no one is there. It's too dazzling. People with tough backgrounds also need contacts, especially in the entertainment industry, communicate more with others and form a good relationship, it will only benefit you and not hurt."
"I know that, thank you Brother Ji." Xiao Jiashu didn't think Ji Mian was meddling at all. He is a sensible person. He knows that Ji Mian is really doing this for his own good. Otherwise, who cares about you? In this circle, coffee position decides everything. In order to climb up, anyone can step on it. People like Ji Mian who do not trample on their peers and can put themselves in the shoes of their younger generation are too few and too few.
Ji Mian is as good as the Baidu profile says! Xiao Jiashu's favorability towards Ji Mian gradually increased. Although he used to protect Li Jiaer, everything he did came out of his heart and goodwill, which was really rare.
Facing him, Xiao Jiashu suddenly had the desire to pour out, and whispered, "Brother Ji, in fact, I can't act at all, I don't know if I can portray the role of Ling Feng well, so I dare not talk to the crew. It's almost as if I'm in a bad mood. Think about it, if I jumped up and down in the crew all day, let everyone know me, and I had to quit because of my bad acting skills, it would be so embarrassing! It would be better if I didn't pay attention to anyone from the beginning, Come quietly, go quietly, and you can save some face for yourself."
He took a deep breath of his cigarette and continued, "I've thought about it for a long time, if I can play this role, I'll play it, if I can't play it, I'll leave as soon as possible, and leave the position to an artist with real acting skills. I will compensate for the loss. There is a saying called 'Occupy the kennel and don't pull shit', I feel like I'm the kind of person who 'occupies the hut and doesn't pull shit', and it's very unfortunate."
Ji Mian took a deep look at him and comforted him, "What nonsense? You can compensate the crew for the loss of money, but can you compensate for the loss of time? Because of you, the crew temporarily changed roles, all scenes were retaken, and the schedule was scheduled. If you are delayed, money can't make up for it. Don't think about what to do if you can't act well, but think that you have to do your best to play it well. This is the first step you have successfully taken. I have seen the role of Ling Feng, the setting is very similar to you, it is not too difficult, as long as you play in your true colors, it is almost the same."
"Really?" Xiao Jiashu was really comforted, and the originally dark eyes became bright. Xue Miao has said this many times, but Xiao Jiashu always thought that it was a mother's preference for her son, wearing a filter. But now even Ji Mian said the same, he felt relieved at once, feeling that he had been greatly encouraged and affirmed.
The director gave him a fixed look and explained, "If you still don't understand, bring yourself into the play based on reality. You imagine that Ji Mian is your brother and he wants to kill you. How do you feel?"
"Then I will definitely collapse." Xiao Jiashu laughed dryly. Ji Mian and his brother are completely two types of people. They have nothing in common at all. How can they associate them? He paused, then asked, "Director, I have one last question. What does it look like to be addicted to drugs? You keep saying that the inside of your bones is itchy, and you want to scratch yourself to death, but my bones have never been itchy."
Luo Zhangwei suppressed his anger, and then shouted, "Director Wang, find a video for him to watch, hurry up!"
Deputy Director Wang immediately found a live-action video for Master Xiao to watch. Xiao Jiashu watched carefully with the iPad in his hands, and he was secretly relieved—it could be delayed for a while. He couldn't understand Luo Director's words in a short period of time, let alone perform. But what is it like to be addicted to drugs? Rolling all over the floor, wailing, begging, tearing hair, sobs, it's just irritating eyes! No wonder Ling Feng wanted to restrain this physiological reaction.
As soon as Xiao Jiashu watched this high-energy video of the whole process, Luo Zhangwei pushed him into a large box, and then asked the two actors who played the bodyguards to cover the box and prepare to start filming.
It was described in the script that Ling Feng was caught by Ling Tao's nemesis to compete for the agency rights of new drugs. Once addicted, it is difficult to get rid of it for life. Once such a drug spreads, it will bring a steady stream of money to drug dealers. Who can resist this temptation
Ling Feng was used as a bargaining chip, packed into a big box and brought into the venue. At the same time, the elders knew that he betrayed the interests of the group. These people were going to use this to force Ling Tao to agree to this cooperation. Ling Tao had already prepared a scapegoat for his younger brother, and he was sitting in the office, waiting for all parties to come to the door. This is the scene to be shot today.
Xiao Jiashu was already stupid when he was pushed into the box, curled up and fell into deep fear. As a result of his childhood experiences, he suffered from severe claustrophobia and recovered after several years of treatment. But no one knew that he was still afraid of the dark, the suffocation that his body was trapped in a narrow space. He lay motionless at the bottom of the box, his brain, throat, ears, and eyes were blocked by clumps of ice, and all he exhaled was cold air, not to mention struggling, he couldn't even scream.
He was terrified!
But Luo Zhangwei didn't know anything about it, so he slowly shouted "Action" when the actors were in their places. Two strong men who played bodyguards carried the big box into the office, lifted the lid of the box, pulled Xiao Jiashu out, and forced him to kneel with the actor who played the scapegoat. Ling Tao, the nemesis, and the elders were sitting around, ready to start negotiations on this.
Where did Xiao Jiashu remember how to act? He was completely wooden, his face was as white as paper, and it took a while for his ears to feel conscious. He heard a low voice calling, "Xiaofeng?" He followed the source of the sound. Go, Ji Mian's face changed from blur to clear, her eyes filled with concern and distress.
Xiao Jiashu wanted to respond with "Brother Ji", but the ice in his throat had not melted away, so he could only make a mouth shape, and moved his knees slightly forward, trying to get closer to the only person he knew, but stopped because of the numbness in his legs and feet. . Only then did he regain his senses, and he looked down at the blood-stained clothes, then looked around, and finally realized that he was acting.
The onlookers thought that he would be NG when he appeared on the stage, but they did not expect him to play a noble son who was tortured and fell into fear and numbness so vividly that he couldn't help being a little dumbfounded. Even Luo Zhangwei gave a soft "Huh", his face full of surprise.
Realizing that he was acting, Xiao Jiashu didn't dare to move, but the fear in his heart was too strong, and he couldn't get rid of it for a while, and his limbs were a little stiff. But this rigid state was exactly in line with Ling Feng's situation after being tortured, and he passed it smoothly.
Ling Tao, played by Ji Mian, did not dare to show that he cared about his younger brother, so he fell silent after shouting. He put a hand and gun on the coffee table, and said slowly, "Fang Ming, you understand the rules of the road, you can do it yourself."
As a scapegoat, Fang Ming was naturally dissatisfied. He picked up the gun and aimed it at his temple, but the moment he pulled the trigger, he turned the gun and shot at Ling Tao. After pulling the trigger several times, the gunshot did not sound, and Ling Tao was uninjured, because there were no bullets in the magazine. Fang Ming's expression changed from cruel to disbelief, and then to deep fear.
Ji Mian spit the half-smoked cigar in his face, and when he closed his eyes to avoid Mars, a sharp dagger slipped out of his sleeve and cut his throat. The expression of fear solidified on Fang Ming's face. A lot of blood spewed out from the mechanism that the prop master hid in his neck, splashing all around, and also splashing on Xiao Jiashu's side face.
Ji Mian's lenses were also stained with a few drops of blood, so he had to take them off and wipe them clean with a towel. A few strands of hair that were combed to the back of his head were messed up and fell slightly on his temples, adding a bit of wildness to his elegant face. His true face, which was hidden with his lenses, was finally revealed at this moment. His expression was cold and ruthless, and his pupils exuded an extremely ferocious light, like a wolf tearing its prey, with no human breath on him.
He didn't look like he was acting at all, but the living Ling Tao came from fantasy to reality. He is the largest drug lord in Southeast Asia, ruthless and murderous, but when he put on his glasses and looked at Xiao Jiashu, all the ferocity faded away in an instant, turning into tenderness and love beyond words.
"Xiaofeng, come here." He stretched out his hand with a cautious tone.
Xiao Jiashu, who was bewildered throughout the whole process, shuddered, and suddenly understood what Luo Zhangwei meant. What does it mean to be in the play, and what does it mean to treat Ji Mian as his own brother? No, it's not like that. His current relationship with Ji Mian is not Xiao Jiashu and Xiao Dingbang, nor Xiao Jiashu and Ling Tao, but Ling Feng and Ling Tao, a pair of blood-connected brothers.
"Brother?" He called out involuntarily, but his face was full of confusion, as if he could not be sure that the man who was as fierce as a wolf before would be his own brother. Because of Ji Mian's look, he entered the play.
Ji Mian pulled him to the sofa, took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped his face. Several people present were stunned by his ruthless behavior and dared not speak for a while. Two bodyguards dragged the body down, and another person whispered in Ji Mian's ear, "Brother, they injected Ebola and HIV into Er Shao."
Ji Mian's eyes trembled fiercely, blue veins burst out from the back of the hand holding the handkerchief, the angle of the jaw tightened at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even the muscles around the cheeks trembled. This kind of acting has reached the level of ecstasy. Xiao Jiashu can't take his eyes off it, but in the next second, he is hugged tightly into his arms. One big hand presses the back of his head, forcing his chin to rest on his shoulder, and the other hand tightens him. His waist made him completely immobile. Ji Mian lowered his eyes, and easily found a needle hole hidden in the back of his brother's neck. The news was confirmed.
Xiao Jiashu didn't know what it felt like to be addicted to drugs, but he could fully understand Ling Feng's mood. The reason why Ling Feng had to restrain his physical reaction was not because he was afraid of being embarrassed, but because he didn't want his brother to worry more. What he retains is not his own dignity, but his brother's dignity, even if he is a murderous devil.
Taking drugs is not what he wants, on the contrary, he is more eager to get rid of drugs than anyone else. But he also understands that this kind of drug can't get rid of it, just like Xiao Jiashu can never get rid of the fear of darkness and boxes. Converting these two senses of fear, that is Ling Feng's mood. Xiao Jiashu thought about it a lot, but in fact, in just a moment, he closed his eyes, forced himself to fall into the darkness, and then imagined Ji Mian's hands as a cramped space to imprison him, and the fear that had been buried deepest in his heart surged.
He began to tremble uncontrollably, twitch, and his face was as white as paper. Tears gushed down his cheeks, and his snot was drawn into threads and slowly fell down. He looked extremely embarrassed, but his hands were always clenched into fists and placed rigidly at his sides, not daring to hug his brother back, because his trembling fingertips would reveal his current state.
His upper and lower teeth collided, making a slight clucking sound, but he tried to control his voice, and said smoothly, slowly and sadly, "Brother, you said that in this life, never, never, enter the underworld. You forgot, Parents, is, what, dead?" In the irregular sentences, there were occasional broken breaths.
Ji Mian said hoarsely, "I didn't forget. But Xiaofeng, you don't understand that once a person's hands are dyed black, they can never be washed white."
As soon as the words fell, Xiao Jiashu felt that his back was stabbed, and it was Ling Tao who stabbed the dagger into Ling Feng's heart. He immediately bit through the blood bag hidden under his tongue, and the blood, mixed with tears and snot, slowly slid onto Ji Mian's suit jacket. His eyes looked straight ahead, but there was no focus, as if there was a scene from his childhood - he and his brother were hiding in a safe house, his parents were being tortured inhumanly, and his brother was covering his eyes from beginning to end. , he was not allowed to even take a look at it. He said, "Don't be afraid, my brother is here, and my brother will protect you."
Now, they have grown up, but he didn't realize until now that they had been trapped in that dark room and could never get out. Thinking of this, his eye sockets finally dried up, no tears rolled down, no light radiated, but there was a trace of sadness in his sparse pupils for a long time. he died.
The camera slid down the back of his head to his back, and a white-knuckled hand held a dagger and plunged it into his heart.
The scene is over.
The scene was so quiet that a needle could be heard falling. Luo Zhangwei stared at the display screen, unable to return to his senses for a long time.