The sudden kiss fell, disturbing Ji Li's rationality that had been gathered with great difficulty once again.
He simply smashed the jar, pulled Qin Li's arm, and indulged in this deep kiss that deviated from the script.
"Hmm..."
A low voice came out.
Qin Li saw that the cheeks of the man in his arms were flushed with the side of his neck, and he immediately pulled up the quilt.
The emotional camera was completely blocked by the blinding quilt.
Cameron, the cameraman and others gave a knowing look, turned off the equipment and walked out.
Let them go.
Anyway, the desired shot has already been shot, and the two crucial lines in the script, which cannot be deleted, have been perfectly integrated into their free play.
Ji Li was kissed indiscriminately, and he didn't know what was going on outside. The sense of hypoxia in his brain rose little by little, and Qin Li's warm fingertips wandered and ignited until they touched a certain place. place.
"Wen Qiong."
An unconscious murmur escaped from his lips.
Qin Li's eyes filled with burning desire suddenly cooled down. He forcibly forced himself to stop, and stared at Ji Li with a tight body, "... look at who I am?"
There is also a trace of bitterness that is difficult to study in the depression.
There was mist in Ji Li's eyes, and he opened his mouth slightly to breathe, obviously he didn't understand what was going on for a while.
The quilt that overwhelmed the head was lifted again, and the light in the room stimulated people to regain their clarity.
"Qin, Qin Li?"
Ji Li was startled, and involuntarily looked away.
Only then did he realize that the director team in the room had disappeared without a trace, and the attic where the original filming took place seemed to be a space for the two of them to be alone and ambiguous.
Qin Li observed Qin Li's expression, and squinted his eyes indiscriminately. He got up and sat aside, trying to restrain his tone, "The filming of the scene is over."
This time, he didn't deliberately cover it with a quilt.
Ji Li glanced at him inadvertently from the corner of his eye, and then noticed some part of his own emotional reaction, and now he was even more speechless.
Filming to such an extent.
He couldn't get away with the word 'dedication' alone.
"Qin Li, I..."
"I'll give you time." Qin Li turned around, firmly but gently clasped Ji Li's neck, making it impossible for anyone to escape the stare at him.
Qin Li's seemingly calm eyes hide turbulent waves, every word seems to be telling Ji Li, and reminding himself.
"We'll take care of this relationship after the filming of this movie is over."
Another month at most.
If the delay continues, Qin Li is afraid that he will drive himself crazy before he catches up with him.
The timing is still immature, not to mention that there will be nearly a month of filming in the next month. Even at this moment, there is still a large group of staff standing outside the attic.
Under such circumstances, it is naturally impossible for Qin Li to do anything against common sense, which will only completely destroy his relationship with Ji Li.
Qin Li paused, then asked, "You really dreamed about me last night, didn't you?"
"..."
Ji Li was dumbfounded for a moment, then snorted imperceptibly, "It's just a messy dream."
Very bad.
Qin Li peeked out a few strands of lingering love, and then he smiled again.
With his fingertips, he wiped off the seductive gleam on Ji Li's lips, and teased, "Cameron didn't call out, and led people out. It seems that we performed well in this free play."
Ji Li hurriedly pushed him away, trying to stay calm, "After all, we are professional actors."
Qin Li gave a low laugh and didn't say anything more.
Five minutes later, their respective teams walked in.
While drinking warm water, Ji Li was uncontrollably reminiscing about the deep kiss he had just wiped in the scene.
Seeing him in a daze, Baozi asked, "Brother Ji, what are you thinking?"
"Nothing." Ji Li avoided answering.
He just felt that despite Lu Yao's identity in the play, he seemed to really like Qin Li
…
After two days of rest, the crew finally ushered in a big scene—
After Lu Yao and Wen Qiong fell in love, they finally discussed going back to the United States to settle down. One was determined to start a new business, and the other was determined to leave his father.
Just when the two were full of fantasies about the future, that serial car accident happened without warning.
Iceland in November is freezing cold.
Ji Li was originally afraid of the cold, and this kind of scene in a cold windy day was undoubtedly a torture for him. The entire crew tossed and tossed outdoors for almost eight hours before calling it a day.
Ji Li hid in the heated caravan, only then did he feel that his hands and feet, which were frozen stiff, had a little room to warm up.
Not long after, the RV was opened from the outside, and the cold wind came in again.
"Ji, this is the next script, you can read it first."
The staff handed over a brand new booklet and added, "Director Cameron asked me to tell you that the final ending of this movie is still kept secret and will only be given to you on the day of shooting."
"Moreover, your and Qin's scenes are completely separated, which means that the content of the script you get is from your own perspective. The director hopes that, for the final emotional presentation, you can keep the plot you got from each other secret."
"Complete separation?" Ji Li made a difference.
The other meaning of these words is that Lu Yao and Wen Qiong will never get together again after this car accident
Realizing this possibility, Ji Li suddenly tensed up. After thanking the staff, he quickly flipped through the long-awaited plot of the script.
Lu Yao completely lost consciousness in the car accident, and when he woke up again, it was half a month later. He was comatose on the hospital bed for nearly a week before regaining his clarity.
In the senior ward of intensive care, the long-lost Father Lu finally appeared.
Since Lu Yao's accident, all hospitalization expenses have been paid by him.
Lu Yao ignored his so-called 'concern' expression, and the first thing he said after waking up was, "Where's Wen Qiong?"
Unexpectedly, as soon as this person's name was mentioned, Lu's father was even more angry.
"Wen Qiong? You mean that shameless, soft-boned man who only uses his face to cheat money? He ran away long ago! Since your car accident, you have run away without a trace!"
"You unworthy thing! Take my money and hang out with men! You are not ashamed, I am ashamed! How could your mother give birth to you? If it weren't for the fact that you are me, Lu Bangxiang Even if my only son dies in a car accident, I will not be happy!"
Like most fathers in the Hua Kingdom, Father Lu regards the fact that his son is the same sex as a shame, not to mention that Lu Yao is still considered by him to be the only incense that he wants to "carry on the family line".
The overwhelming sound of abuse came, and the nurses in the ward came to stop it.
Lu Yao looked at Father Lu indifferently, blocked all his abuse, and said firmly, "Wen Qiong? He's not that kind of person."
Father Lu was so angry that he almost couldn't get up, and slammed the door out.
Lu Yao knew very well what Lu's father was like, and he didn't believe a word of what the other party said. He had no choice but to look at the nurse on the side, and repeated the same question.
"Mr. Lu, he is not dead."
The nurse seemed to know exactly what Lu Yao wanted to hear most, and the first sentence relieved his worries. In this car accident, the most seriously injured person was Lu Yao, not Wen Qiong.
Lu Yao breathed a sigh of relief, but the nurse's following words sent him to hell.
"The man who was sent to the hospital with you just suffered a head injury. He was discharged within two days. He hasn't been here these days."
"By the way, I saw with my own eyes that the money in your suitcase was taken away, and the rest of the clothes and the like were kept."
"Mr. Lu, although I don't agree with your father's abuse of you, I want to tell you that after you say goodbye to the wrong person, you will meet true love in the future."
The nurse said a kind reminder, but to Lu Yao, it sounded like a stab in the heart.
He didn't cry or make trouble, and of course he didn't believe it.
Taking advantage of the absence of inspection, Lu Yao dragged his badly injured right foot and searched every corner of the hospital.
He returned to the already empty hotel room, looking like a madman aimlessly in the cold street.
Every minute and every second, the heart that was once warmed by Wen Qiong became desolate little by little.
Lu Yao was finally taken back to the hospital by force.
Although Lu's father treated him ruthlessly and coldly, he couldn't bear to part with his own son who had his own blood in his bones. He hired a professional team to guard Lu Yao and heal his injuries.
Later, Lu Yao's right foot still suffered from the root cause of the disease, and when the weather was cold, the pain was so painful that he couldn't even walk.
Later, Lu Yao was no longer the 'dandy young master' and 'playboy' in the outside world, but he was still greedy for that cup of long island iced tea that hadn't changed in previous years.
Everywhere he goes, every bar he goes to, his tastes are surprisingly consistent.
Every winter in Iceland, he would return to that small hotel room and exchange ten times the price for a short stay. The hotel owner laughed and called him a fool, but he was also happy to make this deal.
No one knew that Lu Yao's heart was only dripping with blood, but after a person left unexpectedly, it was completely empty.
At the end of the script of the new volume, there is a monologue by Lu Yao.
"I had a beautiful dream in Reykjavik's polar night. When the day dawned, I woke up from the dream and the person disappeared."
"I go back to that little attic room every year, the heater is still out, the light bulbs are still on and off, nothing has changed, but nothing will ever come back."
…
As a director, Cameron is ruthless and ruthless. After the "car accident" scene, he completely prevented the two leading actors from meeting, and even asked the two parties to sign an agreement directly.
Not only Lu Yao and Wen Qiong couldn't see it, but even Ji Li and Qin Li couldn't see it. The director used practical actions to create this sense of atmosphere to the extreme.
Ji Li understood Cameron's good intentions, so he handed the phone to Baozi with all his heart.
Twenty days passed by in a flash, and Ji Li, who was immersed in the filming, became more and more heavy. Finally, he waited until the final scene of the "never met".
"Director, it's almost time to start filming? Where's the script for the finale?" Ji Li, who was doing makeup, came over and asked straight to the point.
After so many years of filming, this is the first time that Ji Li has encountered a situation where he has not received the script near the end. To be honest, he really didn't know what kind of medicine Cameron sold in his gourd.
"Ji, don't worry, I'll introduce someone to you first." Cameron patted Ji Li on the shoulder to show comfort, "This is Ms. Amanda, the screenwriter of "Long Island Iced Tea."
Hearing this, Ji Li looked away.
Standing behind Cameron was a woman with blond curly hair, with a clean face and a simple windbreaker and jeans, looking very comfortable.
"Hello, Teacher Amanda, I'm Ji, the actor who plays Lu Yao."
"Ji, it's our first meeting." Amanda stretched out her hand to greet her, "I'm sorry, but I'm here to meet you, the lead actor, until the last scene."
"It's ok."
"I'm actually very afraid that you won't be able to play the Lu Yao in my mind. However, Director Cameron has been sending me your stills and clips since the beginning of filming. Thank you, you interpreted it very well."
Ji Li smiled slightly, still thinking about the ending script.
"Amanda, please explain to Ji." Cameron handed over the right to reveal the secret to the screenwriter.
Amanda signaled Ji Li to sit down without going around in circles, "Ji, I have already decided the ending of this movie, but there is no script for this scene."
"Sorry, I don't quite understand what you mean." Ji Li frowned.
"Have you heard of immersive theater?"
A broad scene is set for the uninformed audience, and all the NPCs in it are actors, and they will use words to guide the "audience protagonist", so that they can produce a natural state of speech and deeds under the immersive feeling.
Ji Li nodded, and quickly realized, "Mr. Amanda, you mean we will shoot like this later?"
"You are Lu Yao. We believe that the feelings you have produced under the 'unknown' conditions are the most authentic." Cameron snapped his fingers.
"Of course, I'll tell you some vague premise plots."
The crew has been preparing for this scene for half a month.
Cameron's ideas are very bold, and indeed no director can surpass him in pursuing the style of authenticity and delicacy.
"The camera equipment is all ready, but I also give you a guarantee, if this way of performing doesn't get the result I want, then we can overthrow it and start over and shoot according to the rules."
Dare to try a new shooting method, and have a backup plan if it fails.
"Understood, I will prepare well." Since the entire crew is not afraid of delaying time, what can Ji Li worry about as the lead actor
Actors should challenge various performance modes.
Cameron nodded in satisfaction, and handed him a thin piece of paper, "This is the back view of the premise, take it and digest it carefully, and we will be ready to shoot in half an hour."
"it is good."
Half an hour passed by in a flash.
Ji Li, dressed in a brown suit, stood at the entrance of the art exhibition, quietly waiting for Cameron's boot sound.
The main cameraman team preparing to move and follow up the shooting are all very experienced teachers. In addition, there are many invisible cameras installed in the room, and even the NPCs are experienced actors.
Everything is ready, the last 'Action' sound finally rang.
After brewing his emotions, Ji Li opened his eyes, and in just a second, he changed back to that Lu Yao.
Ji Li stood at the entrance of the art exhibition, put away the small stretchable cane in his hand and stuffed it into the wide cuff. He looked down at his right foot, took a very shallow breath, and pushed the door open.
In an instant, the heating in the room came along with the sound of discussion.
This art exhibition lasted for three days. I heard that they were all works of anonymous painters, but because they were highly rated paintings in the industry, the guests who came to visit were all upper-class people.
After Lu Yao heard about this art exhibition, he entrusted someone to get the invitation letter for admission. Over the past few years, one of his favorite things has been visiting art exhibitions.
Whether it is well-known or unknown, he will go.
Lu Yao always has unrealistic expectations, he wants to find the slightest trace of that person in the dazzling.
Unfortunately, it was all a dream after all.
The name Wen Qiong never broke into his world again.
Lu Yao once thought, is everyone lying to him? In fact, Wen Qiong had already died in that car accident? But the hospital monitor clearly told him—
Wen Qiong didn't die, he did take all the valuables and left in a cool way.
Thinking of this, Ji Li's eyes flushed red, but he quickly suppressed it.
"Hello, sir, do you need an introduction to the exhibition?" A young guy in a black uniform came over and quickly sized up the new guest.
According to common sense, those who can come here are rich people, why is this gentleman's suit so out of place
Ignoring his scrutiny, Lu Yao handed over his invitation letter, "Excuse me, please show me around."
"certainly."
The young guy led the way, and he noticed Ji Li's extremely slow pace, so he slowed down accordingly.
Visiting art exhibitions and appreciating paintings is indeed a pleasing thing.
In the past, Lu Yao didn't understand, and even said with a smile that 'it's all for the rich to put on a show', but Wen Qiong would always pinch his mouth punitively, and then kiss to stop it.
"Sir, the paintings on our side can be traded. If you have fancy ones, you can tell me anytime."
It's just that the price tag is quite high. If it is not for the painter's fans, few people will buy it.
Ji Li smiled and said nothing, it wasn't that person's painting, he wasn't interested at all.
The two chatted one after another, and Ji Li's heart was gradually filled with the familiar sense of disappointment.
He has bought Wen Qiong's previous painting collections, and is familiar with the arcs of the brushstrokes in each of his paintings. These paintings are beautiful, but they are not the feeling he expected.
The area of the art exhibition was very large, and the two of them had just walked through a long corridor when they heard a child screaming in the corner.
Ji Li subconsciously looked away, the child was covered by his mother and taught in a low voice, presumably he had not yet reached the sensible age.
Ji Li glanced up from the corner of his eye, and felt as if he had been shocked by an electric shock at that moment.
Without the slightest hesitation, he left the staff member who was still explaining, and trotted to the little corner that no one cared about.
The real-time picture came from the monitor.
Cameron noticed Ji Li's limping right foot, and sighed involuntarily, "See? He has already integrated the role of Lu Yao into his flesh and blood."
Even the subconscious running shows the details perfectly.
Amanda nodded slightly, her eyes fixed on the monitor.
Next, is the most important thing in this game.
Ji Li stared at the paintings on the wall in the corner without blinking, shaking uncontrollably all over his body.
The young man in the painting is standing under the aurora all over the sky, but his eyes are looking directly at the people 'outside the painting', and the smile on his face is better than thousands of stars.
Under the huge picture frame, there is the name of this painting - My Love.
"You said you came here to find inspiration. Have you found inspiration now?"
"I dreamed that you drew a picture of me and said that I was your muse."
"Are you trying to cheat the painting from me?"
"How can you say you're lying? I'm not bad-looking. If you want to paint me, I'll waive the portrait fee for you."
Looking at this picture, Ji Li suddenly had these conversations in his mind, and his heart ached so badly that he couldn't breathe.
The originally empty heart seemed to grow flesh and blood rapidly, and was smashed to pieces by these words in an instant.
The young docent asked, "Sir, do you like this painting very much?"
"This, the painter of this painting, do you know who it is? Where is he?" Ji Li's pupils trembled slightly, and he eagerly asked the narrator's clothes.
"Sir, please don't get excited, these paintings are anonymous."
The guide glanced at the painting, "However, I heard... I heard that the artist of this work left last month."
It is said that it is hereditary cancer, which is how the painter's mother left.
"..."
Ji Li didn't know Qin Li's script at all, and now he couldn't react at all when he heard this.
He was stunned for a while before he let out an unbelievable and miserable smile, "What did you say?"
The narrator was actually an actor invited by the crew. He observed Ji Li's expression and continued to speak out the lines he had prepared.
"This writer is a friend of our boss. I heard that the other party was hit hard on the head in a car accident four or five years ago, which affected his eyesight..."
The painter's eyes can only see a very faint light, but even in this situation, he still created this painting.
It is said that only a painting can be created in the heart, probably this scene is unforgettable for the painter, otherwise how could there be such perseverance that is different from ordinary people to complete it
"Our boss is an appraisal expert in the circle. After he took this painting to a professional appraisal meeting, the painting received a lot of praise, but the artist refused to sell it."
Speaking of it, it's not that he is unwilling to sell, but that the painter has a designated seller, and the selling price is ridiculously low.
The person in charge was notified by the boss, demanding that this painting be displayed in every art exhibition.
But because there was no interest at all, the person in charge of the exhibition moved the painting to this corner.
Ji Li was shocked by these words until his brain went blank, and when he came back to his senses, his eyes were already wet.
He reached out his hand to wipe the moisture from his eyes, and forced himself to calm down, but his voice was still trembling, "How much is this painting? Can I buy it?"
"I'm sorry sir, this painting is only sold to a man named..." The narrator's painting stopped abruptly.
He suddenly remembered that his name was written on the invitation letter from the young man——Lu Yao.
That was the only seller's name assigned by the painter during his lifetime.
"Mr. Lu? Are you sure you want to buy this painting?"
Ji Li didn't answer, and never took his eyes off the painting.
It turned out that the person he believed in never left him, and Wen Qiong loved him until the last second of his life.
Wen Qiong's self-esteem is so strong, she must not allow her lover to see her imperfections.
Lu Yao knew that the so-called 'Wen Qiong ran off with valuables' was just a clumsy method used by the other party to make him give up this relationship.
Fortunately, he was smart enough not to be fooled.
"Sure."
Ji Li smiled, but it was more worrying than crying, "How much does this painting cost?"
The guide looked at him with complicated eyes, and announced an unprecedented low number, "Eight dollars."
When Ji Li heard this number, the sourness that had been suppressed with great difficulty came back, and he squatted on the ground and let the tears rage.
This person who has always been good at hiding his pain with a smile ended up crying uncontrollably like a child.
Just like many years ago, when he was drunk and lost his temper, he cried helplessly on the long street in Iceland, but this time, no one 'picked up' him home again.
Eight dollars for a painting
At first, the cup of Long Island iced tea he bought for Wen Qiong was also eight dollars.
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#Finishing~