Yu Qinghuan's penultimate scene was finally filmed the following afternoon.
Although Fang Zhongxi's face was still not good, he still gritted his teeth. Liu Jiaan played the picture on the monitor upside down once, and seeing that there was no flaw, he signaled that there was no need to make up for this shot.
So far, only the last scene of Yu Qinghuan's role in "Life and Death" is left.
"Qinghuan, don't leave later." Liu Jiaan shifted his gaze from the screen to Yu Qinghuan, and said with a smile, "Strike while the iron is hot, and your last scene will be filmed later, what do you think?"
"No problem." Yu Qinghuan nodded, "I have already prepared."
Liu Jiaan was delighted when he heard the words, "Okay, then go and change your clothes." After that, he turned to the props team, "Are the plasma and gun ready? Check again for the last time."
Liu Jiaan has always strived for perfection in filmmaking.
Don't have the right script? Do not shoot!
The cast is not suitable? Do not shoot!
Clothes are not made to his liking? Do not shoot!
Even the props in the crew are trying to be realistic. The pistols that will be used in the shooting are the real ones that he got through various channels, but there are no bullets in them.
"Qinghuan, come." Seeing that Liu Jiaan was not paying attention, Yu Xin secretly ran to the set, dragged Yu Qinghuan aside, took out two warm babies from behind and handed them to him, "You will lie on the ground for a long time later. , put this on your waist, or you should catch a cold."
"It's alright," Yu Qinghuan shook his head and didn't reach out to pick it up, "It's not so cold today, I'll do it this way."
The lens is the clearest mirror in the world. On the big screen, if there is a slight inappropriate place on the body, it will be infinitely magnified. Although Nuan Bao is light and small, Yu Qinghuan's costume is just a thin shirt and a white coat. If the warm baby's shape is exposed, or the waist is bloated, it will definitely not work.
"You're such a stubborn one." Yu Xin couldn't beat him, so he had to put away the warm baby, sighing and scolding him.
As an artist, his character seems to be free and easy, but in fact he is the most capable. All the work entrusted to him, no matter how big or small, will be done with all his heart, and there will never be any discount.
Don't say anything else, just talk about the warm baby. When he didn't see what was going on, even Zhao Qingyuan had several stickers on him, and Liu Jiaan simply turned a blind eye to this. However, Yu Qinghuan gave up and refused to use it.
It stands to reason that such a star agent would definitely like it, but the relationship between Yu Xin and Yu Qinghuan is not limited to the work relationship. Aside from the roles of manager and artist, they are still good friends.
In this winter, Yu Qinghuan was wearing a thin shirt and filming in the cold wind, how could Yu Xin bear it. If it was possible, I would really like to go up to replace him. Anyway, he is fat and can keep out the cold.
Yu Xin sighed again and glanced at Yu Qinghuan, who was taking the time to read the script, feeling distressed.
Which young man in his early twenties doesn't like to laugh and make trouble, but their family is self-disciplined without a trace of fireworks. When I have nothing to do, I either read a book, or practice my acting skills in front of the camera, and I don't even swipe on Weibo.
The only time I could see him being a little more lively was when Zhao Qingyuan came.
So even if Yu Qinghuan always had scandals with Zhao Qingyuan, Yu Xin did not stop the two of them from communicating. I hope he can be more cheerful under the leadership of Zhao Qingyuan.
While Yu Xin was thinking about it, the studio had already started to clear the scene. Seeing this, Yu Qinghuan took off his down jacket and handed it to him. After finishing the costume, he walked over.
"Qing Huan," Liu Jiaan came over to tell him the play, "the key to this scene is your eyes. I will give you a close-up shot at that time. You must show the kind of fear and despair on the verge of death."
After a pause, seeing Yu Qinghuan nodding, he continued: "But these are not enough, Ye Sheng died to save a little girl, you also need to show that after you have successfully saved people, even death cannot be erased. That joy."
"I see." Yu Qinghuan nodded thoughtfully, instead of letting Liu Jiaan start immediately, he said, "I'll think about it first."
"Can."
For death, I am afraid that no one knows more than Yu Qinghuan, but he really does not have the despair of dying.
Yu Qinghuan always felt that his death in his last life was very dramatic. At that time, he went to see the house at Zishan Villa, where he wanted to buy a villa for retirement. Although he made a disguise, he was still recognized by the sales staff, so that he did not escape from the sales office until evening.
Unluckily, it was raining heavily.
The parking lot was some distance from the sales office, and even though he brought an umbrella, he was soaked immediately. Yu Qinghuan was about to throw away the umbrella and run directly to the basement, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a person in front of him who was walking straight towards the manhole without the manhole cover.
The manhole on rainy days is the most dangerous place, and it may cause death if you are not careful.
Yu Qinghuan was startled and shouted, "Be careful." Without thinking, he rushed over and pulled him.
Unexpectedly, the man felt the external force from behind, and he reflexively hid aside. Yu Qinghuan ran too fast, and the road was slippery in rainy days. He didn't stop the brakes and plunged straight into the manhole. When he woke up, his life had already started all over again.
His death happened when he didn't even realize it. It was as simple as drinking water and sleeping, and it passed easily.
But Ye Sheng's death was different. It was a more important segment in "Life and Death", and Liu Jiaan's requirements for him would definitely be stricter. If he can't perform the effect he wants, Liu Jiaan will definitely not pass it.
That kind of extreme despair can't be performed by acting alone.
So... only that one thing.
The darkest and most desperate thing in his life, even after decades and two lifetimes, he still doesn't want to think about it...
"Qing Huan, are you ready?" Liu Jiaan rubbed his hands in the cold wind and shouted at him.
"Okay." Yu Qinghuan nodded, took a deep breath, and walked to the light.
The other actors were already in place, and as soon as Yu Qinghuan found his place, Liu Jiaan couldn't wait to shout, "Start!"
It was another battle filled with gunpowder smoke. Ye Sheng was standing in the safe zone, looking out anxiously. Where the stray bullets shuttled, there was a little girl with tears all over her face. She seemed to have been frightened by the passing bullets. Don't even dare to move.
"Come back! Come back quickly!" Ye Sheng clenched his fists tightly and shouted at the little girl in the local language.
It's a pity that the gunfire outside was too loud, and even though he used the highest volume, he couldn't get his voice into the little girl's ears.
How to do? What should I do
Ye Sheng turned around in a hurry. He was a doctor. He couldn't watch a life die before his eyes, let alone a little girl who was about five or six years old. But bullets don't have long eyes, how can he go out to save people, what if he takes his own life
To save or not to save? A fierce struggle broke out in Ye Sheng's heart.
Until a deafening explosion sounded in his ears, Ye Sheng finally couldn't help it, grabbed the jade Guanyin around his neck and held it in his palm, gritted his teeth and rushed out, using his fastest speed to pick up the stunned one Boy, turn around and run.
The artillery fire behind him was still rumbling, and Ye Sheng's eardrums were almost shattered, but his heart was full of joy.
His choice was correct. He not only successfully rescued the little girl, but also escaped.
So good, so good.
When he goes back, he must tell his parents about this. He is no longer the naive and second-year young man, and he can become their pride.
Ye Sheng raised the corners of his lips, just as he stepped into the safe area with one foot, a bullet roared from behind him, passed through his back, and hit his chest.
At this time, the camera zoomed in instantly, Liu Jiaan stared at the monitor, his eyes fixed on Yu Qinghuan's face, without even blinking.
The moment the blood bag burst on his chest, Yu Qinghuan's eyes were instantly filled with despair and pain.
The memory he never dared to touch, took this opportunity to spread out in his mind little by little.
His parents died in a car accident on the way to town in order to buy him a desk. They died on the spot, leaving no chance for rescue.
The acquaintances in the village all said that this was his parents' distress for him, and they did the last thing for him before leaving.
The family is already poor. If both of them are admitted to the hospital, where will the medical expenses come from? What to do with the child? Rather than embarrassing and despairing the child, it is better to die immediately, without leaving any drag on the child.
Yu Qinghuan will never forget that on the day before his parents died, his mother looked at him with a smile on his face and said, "We Qinghuan are the smartest children in the four villages and eight villages, and we will definitely go to a good university in the future. Let parents follow along and enjoy themselves, how can college students not even have a desk."
That day, he was excited all night. After my parents left the next day, they moved the small bench and sat happily at the gate waiting, imagining countless scenes behind his desk, and even thinking about what to put on it.
However, he could never wait for his desk.
The two people who loved him the most in the world, without even saying goodbye to him, left him decisively in such a tragic way, leaving him alone in this world, lonely and desperate.
The moment she hugged the little girl, Yu Qinghuan knew she was acting, but she couldn't help but keep thinking about how great it would be if it were like this movie. At the moment before the accident, he would definitely, like Ye Sheng, rush out to save his parents, even if the cost was his own life.
All the thoughts just flashed in my mind, and the effect on the screen was amazing.
Liu Jiaan was almost overwhelmed by the despair and pain in his eyes, until Yu Qinghuan changed his emotions, he didn't come back to his senses, or Jiang Qi stabbed him, he finally reacted and shouted, "cut! "
Still reluctant to leave the monitor, he replayed Yu Qinghuan's performance over and over again, and murmured excitedly: "It's great! It's really great! That's it! This is the effect I want!"
The reason why this scene was filmed in advance was actually because he wanted Yu Qinghuan to try it out and find out how he felt, but he didn't expect Yu Qinghuan to give him such a big surprise.
"Qinghuan—" He called out to Yu Qinghuan, wanting him to come over and praise him, but he was stunned when he raised his head to look at the studio.
The scene was over, and the group performances were leaving the stage one after another. The props master had even started to pack up the props, but Yu Qinghuan raised his arms over his eyes and lay there on his back, motionless.
Liu Jiaan felt that something was wrong, and just wanted to go over to take a look, Yu Xin had already run over, "Qing Huan, are you stupid? Why don't you get up quickly! Lying on the ground in this cold weather, do you want to catch a cold?"
Yu Qinghuan didn't move, and kept his previous movements.
"Qing Huan?" Yu Xin stretched out his hand and pushed him. Just as he was about to say something, a choked sob suddenly came into his ears. He was startled, "Are you crying?"
"I'm fine." Yu Qinghuan's voice was muffled, with a strong nasal tone, sounding like he was trying to suppress something, "It's just that the play is a little deep."
Yu Xin breathed a sigh of relief and kicked him lightly, "I scared me to death, I thought something was wrong with you. Hurry up!"
"Brother, don't touch me." Yu Qinghuan's tears soaked through the fabric on his arm, the wind was blowing, and it was cold and cold, "Let me just stay like this for a while."
Yu Xin was helpless, so he could only put the down jacket on him and sit aside to wait for him.
By the time Yu Qinghuan finally recovered, it was already half an hour later.
Several acquaintances in the crew couldn't help but ridicule a few words while congratulating him on finishing his career.
"Xiaoyu is so devoted, she cried at the end."
"Hey, Qing Huan, you are not good. If you are too involved in the drama, it may affect your psychological state. You should relax more after you go back."
"Qing Huan, why are you so embarrassing? Hahahaha, you're crying."
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Yu Qinghuan nodded and accepted their ridicule with a smile. Except for the still red and swollen eyes, there was nothing wrong with it.
Because Liu Jiaan was going to hold a banquet for him the next day, Yu Qinghuan didn't go home after filming and still stayed in the hotel of the crew.
I don't know if it was because of venting, he felt that he had no strength all over his body, and his headache seemed to be splitting. After entering the door, he took a quick shower and went to bed.
Yu Xin came over to discuss the arrangement with him, and called him several times, but he did not agree, only then did he realize that something was wrong. He reached out and touched his forehead, it was hot and hot.
I don't know how long he burned, the whole person was dizzy, and he couldn't wake up no matter how much he screamed. Terrified Yu Xin, he quickly found Zhao Qingyuan and took Yu Qinghuan to the hospital with him.
Although Yu Qinghuan was in a daze, she also knew that she was ill. When he was in the car, he barely opened his eyes and apologized to Xin, "Brother, trouble you."
This time, don't forget basic courtesy. Yu Xin felt distressed, and said angrily, "You can shut up and have a good rest."
The place where the crew was located was too remote. When they got there, Yu Qinghuan didn't know anything about the burning, and even the nurse didn't respond when he put a needle on him.
"Hey," Yu Xin sighed. Just as he was about to say something to Zhao Qingyuan, Yu Qinghuan's phone rang. He picked it up and saw that it was Huo Qu. , told him about Yu Qinghuan's situation.
Unexpectedly, Huo Qu heard that Yu Qinghuan was sick, and immediately said that he wanted to come.
Yu Xin knew about his situation, and immediately one of the first two was big, but under Huo Qu's pressure, he did not dare not to mention the ward number. After hanging up the phone, he called Huo Rong again and explained the situation.
When Huo Rong sent Huo Qu to the hospital, Zhao Qingyuan just went back, and Yu Xin went out to get hot water.
Huo Qu opened the door and saw that the ward was empty, only Yu Qinghuan was lying on the hospital bed alone, showing a burning face and a right hand wrapped in medical tape, looking lonely and pitiful.
Huo Qu's heart suddenly felt as if it had been stabbed by a needle, and it hurt badly. He walked over gently, sat down on the head of the bed, his eyes fell on Yu Qinghuan's face.
Yu Qinghuan has a cold personality, and is very quiet when he is sick, lying there obediently, like a pitiful stray cat.
"Qinghuan," Huo Qu leaned over with red eyes and was about to say something when suddenly, Yu Qinghuan, who closed his eyes tightly, called out, "Mom."
At that moment, a huge sadness suddenly poured out from the bottom of my heart, and Huo Qu was submerged in it.
In the more than 20 years of his life, he has never tried to understand other people's emotions. But at this moment, Huo Qu could not wait to get into Yu Qinghuan's mind to see what he was thinking, and it was so painful and helpless.
I want to protect Qinghuan, I want him to be happy forever, and it will not be as distressing as it is now.
A thought suddenly came up and lingered in my mind. Huo Qu suddenly realized that Qing Huan would also be weak and would need his own help.
And oneself, must be strong, must protect him!
"Qinghuan," Huo Quqiang held back the tears in his eyes, leaned down, carefully avoided Yu Qinghuan's hand that used the needle, hugged him across the quilt, and gently pressed his face against Yu Qinghuan's hot body. On his cheeks, he said earnestly, word by word, "Don't be sad, Qing Huan, I'm here, I'm here."