"Action!"
The camera begins to slowly pan backwards.
Ji Li carried his schoolbag with one hand and walked slowly to the door of the house.
In the room separated by a door, the woman's suppressed and painful cry for help was heard intermittently, condensing on people's hearts intermittently.
Ji Li's eyes sank slightly, the schoolbag slipped from his hand, and was thrown at his feet like garbage.
He looked around the ground blankly, bent down and picked up the nearest gray brick, and hid it silently behind him.
—Hey.
The concealed door was opened by him.
The woman fell on the cold floor, her eyes full of fear and death, she curled up slightly and struggled, the blood on her forehead was so familiar and dazzling.
When the stepfather heard the movement, he regained his composure and gave him a drunken look, "Oh, the bastard is back?"
Ji Li lowered his eyes to avoid his gaze, and a hint of hatred overflowed from the depths of his pupils.
He stood still, looking at Xiang's mother who was struggling with the rope, "Mom, I'm back."
Seeing that he was being ignored, the stepfather directly threw the belt on the woman, and ordered the boy, "Get out, get out of the room! Didn't you see that I was teaching the woman a lesson? Ah?"
He walked forward staggeringly, his face was as foul-smelling as ever, "Do you want me to beat you to death?"
Ji Li saw the timing, and directly smashed the brick hidden behind him, "You are the one to be damned."
— Bang!
The bricks exploded over the man's head, shattering into pieces.
The bricks are powdered props prepared by the crew in advance, and the blood bag hidden in Wei Guofu's wig immediately burst open and flowed down his 'wound'.
The photographer is very good, and the camera pans to the middle of the two.
In front of the monitor, the contrast between the two sides of the screen is extremely obvious and stands out—
One is thin and the other is tall, but what they present is an aura that is completely opposite to their own.
The eyes of the young man on the left burst out with ferocious intent, and his soft and soft appearance gradually became colder. He was like a sharpened knife, and when he got close to him, it made people feel cold all over his body.
The man on the right staggered two steps, more than half of his drunkenness was awakened by the severe pain, he reached out to touch the blood on his face, his eyes widened and he fell back in disbelief.
Wei Guofu is worthy of being an old drama player, so he just fell to the ground abruptly, without even groaning in pain.
The face of the man in the picture was covered in blood, and his eyelids were raised with difficulty, and it seemed that he was not completely dizzy.
Mother Xiang was so frightened by the sudden change that she couldn't help but call out, "...An'an?"
Xiang Suian glanced at his mother, bent down and picked up the belt on the ground. He imitated the movements of the man in his memory, fixing the belt head on his white and slender palm round and round.
The boy in the camera looked expressionless, but as long as he studied carefully, he could find many slight changes.
The blue veins on the back of Ji Li's hand emerged bit by bit, as if it could break through the thin skin on the back of his hand at any time, and the murderous intent in his eyes gathered again...
In just four or five seconds, the aura became terrifying.
When everyone saw this familiar movement, their hairs stood on end.
Someone couldn't help whispering, "My God, why do I feel that Xiang Suian's action is scarier than his scumbag stepfather?"
"Ji Li is too strong! At most half an hour before and after, the same role, the feeling of acting like this is completely different?"
The same role, the same scene, and even the lines have not changed too much.
But it is in this "almost the same" shooting mode that the youth's aura can show a significant difference, without feeling abrupt or out of character.
"Never mind him, I wish I could kill him, my stepfather, to Suian!"
After a staff member finished speaking, Ji Li, who was shooting, started to relentlessly.
"Don't you like domestic violence?"
-Snapped!
"Don't you just like whipping people with belts?"
-Snapped!
"Don't you want to beat us to death?"
-Snapped!
The young man's gentle face was tainted with a palpitating sneer, and every time he asked a word, he whipped his stepfather who was on the verge of passing out with a belt.
There were blue veins on his forehead, and there was a fine layer of sweat covering it. The force of his whipping movements became stronger and stronger, and the murderous intent became stronger as he went to the back.
Wang Zhang and Qin Li looked at each other in front of the monitor, and the former sighed slightly, "Using the strength of the whip to convey the intensification of the characters' emotions layer by layer, and to materialize the emotions, Ji Li, this kid, has a good sense of character."
When Qin Li heard this praise, a flash of agreement flashed between his brows.
Rather than saying that the young man is interpreting the characters, it is better to say that he is interpreting the "self" in the script. His sense of proportion comes from the natural empathy of the inner character.
Just thinking about it, Ji Li, who was shooting, made a timely change.
The young man's face turned red, and unexpected tears burst out of his eye sockets, and he roared in a crying voice—
"The one who should hit is you!"
"The damned person is also you!"
"These years, why did you treat us like that! Tell me! What right do you have to treat us like this?"
"-what!"
The rhythm of the whipping gradually became chaotic, and the force was not as crisp and resolute as before.
Xiang Suian, after all, is that sensitive young man, he will never become a cruel and violent murderer.
Finally, he lost his strength and knelt down in front of the man, covering his face and crying bitterly.
"why?"
"What the hell did I do wrong? I'm so tired, I'm so tired..."
With each reincarnation, his inner breakdown intensified.
Obviously familiar with all the details, obviously wanting to change again and again, but in the end the ending is still a bottomless abyss.
"An'an, mom knows you are tired and obedient, you are the most obedient...you are fine, don't scare mom."
Mother Xiang was obviously taken aback by his reaction.
She couldn't get rid of the string, so she could only move to the boy's side with all her strength, and pressed her crying face against his cold and trembling hands, "An'an, it's my mother who made a mistake. It's my mother who shouldn't hurt you..."
Xiang Suian lowered his hands, staring at Xiang Mu with red eyes.
The woman's body was in a mess, and the gentle eyes in her memory had long been battered by the years.
Xiang Suian wiped away her tears, and untied Xiang's mother's body without saying a word.
After so many reincarnations, he has already been able to untie this bondage as quickly as possible.
Mother Xiang looked at him in a daze, "An An?"
"Mom, wait for me." Xiang Suian looked at the bruises on the corners of the woman's eyes, and looked away weakly.
He got up, found a bag of light luggage from the inside of the cabinet with ease, and walked back, "You go, the farther you go, the better."
Xiang Mu froze in place, her slightly opened mouth was stuck and unable to utter a word.
This luggage bag was actually packed by her early in the morning.
Xiang Suian snorted indifferently, and pulled out a sour smile, "I know you want to escape, but you can't let me go."
The meal for the first night of the third year of high school was actually the last meal that Xiang's mother cooked for him. The former had already secretly contacted friends from other provinces and planned to escape again.
The reason why her stepfather hit her was because she heard the phone call between her and her friend.
Xiang Suian carried the luggage in one hand and led her to the door of the house with the other.
A few seconds later, Mother Xiang looked at the luggage stuffed into her hands, and burst into tears, "An'an, can you forgive me?"
She has really reached the limit, if she doesn't leave this time, there will be only one dead end in her life.
Xiang Suian hugged her gently, with a hoarse voice, "You are not wrong, and I don't blame you. You raised me until I was eighteen, and I will walk the rest of the way by myself."
The boy's tone was very slow, as if he was already familiar with such a parting—
"Remember, don't contact me after you escape, just treat me as a child without me."
"I won't send you off. I'm here to help you look after him. I won't let him go to you again. Don't be afraid."
The camera moved to Ji Li's back, Xiang's mother played by Song Xingchen slowly raised her hand, but never dared to land on the child's back.
She was afraid of being soft-hearted.
She admitted that she was a cowardly and incompetent mother who not only made a mess of her own life, but also brought her own flesh and blood into such dire straits.
"I'm sorry, Ann."
After a short hug, Xiang Mu walked resolutely.
The night covered her thin figure, and also took away the last trace of tenderness from the young man about home.
Ji Li stood alone at the door, motionless.
Suddenly, what Mu Suian said in the lounge came to mind.
——Ji Li, the thing I regret the most in my life is that I cried and kept my mother on the night of the third year of high school.
—She softly promised me that she would not leave, but two days later in the middle of the night, she was beaten again and thrown into the river in front of her house by that drunken scum.
——Later, that scumbag finally pleaded guilty, and I stood by her swollen and white body for three whole days. Even if I dried up my tears, I still couldn't get her to call me Ann.
— If life can be repeated, I swear that I will definitely send her away with a smile.
Ji Li took two deep breaths, desperately holding back his tears, he took out a group photo from his pocket, and held it tightly in his palm.
After a while, he pulled out a sincere smile and murmured, "Mom, goodbye."
The wind of autumn night was quiet, and swept away the boy's last farewell.
From now on, he will really be an orphan who no one wants.
…
The five-minute one-shot ended in loneliness and relief.
A staff member with a low tear point was secretly wiping away tears, "Mother Xiang is too cruel, she just left, leaving An An alone, when his scumbag stepfather wakes up, will he still have a way out?"
"Domestic violence deserves to die!" Someone responded, "Oh, Ji Li's acting was really good in the end."
Wang Zhang suppressed the throbbing in his heart, and shouted, "Cut! Passed!"
Song Xingchen came back from the shadows, tears hadn't stopped completely, she hugged Ji Li who was still standing there stupidly, "My good son, thank you for your hard work."
The other party's embrace was very warm, as if it really carried the familiar smell of his mother, which timely relieved Ji Li's heaviness in the play.
"It's not hard, thank you Teacher Song."
Ji Li withdrew from her embrace, and hurried to Wei Guofu's side, "Ms. Wei, that scene just now..."
"Eh."
Wei Guofu raised his hand generously, and stopped his unspoken apology, "Everything is for the effect of the movie. You, a young junior, know the truth. How can I be hypocritical as a senior?"
Song Xingchen followed up and nodded in agreement.
Ji Li pursed his lips, and bowed deeply to the two old actors, "Thank you two teachers, this time I can play with you, and the younger generation will benefit a lot."
The admiration in Wei Guofu's eyes was stronger, "I have acted in so many plays, and I have never met a few young actors like you who are not NG after one shot."
Song Xingchen added, "I didn't see you take the script the whole time, it seems that you have all the tricks in mind."
When the onlookers heard this, they suddenly reacted—
yes!
The youth never took the script from the beginning to the end!
Even in the first audition, he didn't make any stage mistakes!
How many young actors can achieve this kind of memory and concentration on the play
Apart from being shocked, the crew members felt sincere admiration, and couldn't help discussing in a low voice—
"I'll just put my words here, just like Ji Li, who can be popular if he is not popular?"
"What do you need to say? Anyone who is not blind can see it. Just wait, there must be a place for him in the future film industry."
Qin Li walked up calmly and stood silently beside the young man.
"Teachers, thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedule to come here as a guest star. I will treat you to dinner when you are free in Haishi."
Song Xingchen didn't reject his invitation, but asked for a nod, "Okay, next time Ji Li will come too? I can't eat the food in this play, I have to have a meal with my 'baby son' outside the play."
Qin Li readily agreed, "Okay, I'll take him there next time."
Ji Li nodded cooperatively, completely unaware of the subtlety of the man's words.
The crew photographer came up, "Teachers, take a group photo?"
"certainly."
Qin Yue took the initiative to give up his position and let the "family of three" stand together to take a group photo.
Ji Li was favored and pushed to the middle position by the two old actors, and after hearing the photographer's command, he showed a bright and satisfied smile.
Standing by the side, Qin Li saw that the other party wasn't stuck in the scene like the previous two times and couldn't get out. Until then, the worry lurking in his heart was completely dissipated.
"Qin Li, I'm about to leave."
Qi An walked over at the right time.
Tomorrow is the company's quarterly meeting, and the two have never been absent.
They changed their tickets to the latest flight, and now they have to leave. It is estimated that it will be one or two o'clock in the morning when they arrive at their home in Haishi.
After Ji Li took the group photo, he happened to hear this sentence, "Brother Li, are you leaving in a hurry?"
Qin Li nodded lightly.
He praised in front of everyone, "You performed very well in this scene, which completely raised my expectations for this investment project."
Ji Li smiled slightly, "Thank you Brother Li."
Qin Li looked around at the staff watching the excitement, fearing that his admiration for the young man would cause him inconvenience.
So, after a little thought, he called Feng Cheng from the same company, and explained a few more words in the tone of a senior boss.
Feng Cheng obviously didn't expect that Qin Li would give him instructions alone, he nodded flatteredly, his eyes were full of enthusiasm, and his heart was already screaming—
Ah, I will work hard, boss! I won't let you down, boss!
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#Qin·False Duanshui Master (×) True partiality (√) Oak
#Note: The plot of the play within the play is needed for character creation, I do not advocate it and strongly oppose it~ Refuse domestic violence, start with us!