Lin Leyang walked beside Ji Mian, and naturally heard this conversation, and his heart was slightly sweet. Brother Ji will ask the director to shoot this scene in advance, it must be for himself. Don't think he didn't know that Xiao Jiashu was secretly taking pictures of his NG just now. Well this time, you can you up, see what you can shoot.
There are many people with this attitude. As soon as I heard that Xiao Jiashu was going to shoot the main scene, people gathered around the studio, all waiting to see him make a fool of himself, which shows how bad his popularity in the crew is. But it's no wonder that his clothes, speech, and behavior are all incompatible with the characters of the same crew. It's not like he's here to act, but he's here to play. He can easily get top-level resources that others can't even ask for, but he doesn't cherish it, which is too annoying.
When everyone guessed that he would NG a few times, Director Luo began to talk for the third time. He really wanted to give Xiao Jiashu a tight skin, but he wouldn't waste the film just for him.
"I'll give you a few key words, you remember. One is fear, the second is restraint, the third is hope, the fourth is despair, and the fifth is sorrow. What are you afraid of? Because you handed over the criminal evidence of the group to the police, However, the group was the first to intercept these evidences. You don’t know what will happen to you next, not to mention that you were caught and executed by Ling Tao’s nemesis before, injected with drugs and HIV, you have no future. Do you say you are afraid? What is restraint? You are addicted to drugs, but you can't show it in front of your brother, and the way you have been educated since childhood does not allow you to show embarrassment in front of others, so you must restrain What are you looking forward to? You hope that your brother has a little conscience and can correct his wrongs. What is despair, your only relative is going to kill you, you say you are not desperate? Sad, you are dying, or you are kissed by yourself Brother killed, you don't mourn who grieves? So you understand?"
"Understood." Xiao Jiashu, who had put on makeup and costumes, nodded again and again, but his eyes were full of circles. He had no acting skills at all, so how could he know how to express such complex emotions
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.