After the start of the second article, Kuncheng gave Xia Xiqing enough room to play, using and unconditionally believing a newcomer who was completely blank in acting. This method is a great risk in filming, and the worst result is Ruined the entire film.
Although Queen City is the person with the most say in the crew, it does not mean that everyone else can be convinced of this way of operation. Xia Xiqing couldn't be more clear about this. All he can do is use his own ability to convince everyone. But in terms of acting, what ability does he have
What he has is nothing more than a strong determination to analyze himself.
"Action!"
Jiang Tong was lying on the ground. He was obviously the most humble and weakest posture. He had a gray-headed face, and was embarrassed, but his very bullying face didn't have a trace of begging for mercy. No matter how the gangsters humiliated and beat him, he always used it. The natural unnatural tone stated the fact that he was penniless.
He really has no money. He paid the rent from the salary he just settled, bought some necessities and food, and the rest was used to buy paint to maintain his extravagant hobby. He couldn't bear to repair the bicycle even when it broke.
"I think you fucking pretend to be here with me, I don't think you can teach you a good lesson today, you don't know who is in charge of this street!"
The leader had no patience. He picked up Jiang Tong, who had been knocked to the ground, against the wall with his fist facing his pale face. Jiang Tong couldn't resist. His whole body seemed to be drawn. After leaving, my stomach hurts so much that I'm screwed together.
Seeing that the fist was coming straight at him, all he could do was to close his eyes subconsciously. It was not the first time such a thing happened anyway.
As long as you can't die, it doesn't matter.
But in the next moment, what he waited for was not the punch that could break his mandible, but the hot liquid splashed on his face with loud noises and howls, the neckline was loosened, Jiang Tong slid down the wall and opened. He was stunned the moment he opened his eyes. The bastard who just clamored to teach him severely just fell in front of him like this, his face covered with blood. Jiang Tong stretched out his hand blankly and touched his face.
The finger is full of blood, this person's blood.
He saw a stick that didn't exist before, and it was rolling slightly beside the bastard's feet.
Someone smashed him with this
"Brother Wang? Brother Wang, are you okay?" The other people were shocked when they saw this. They immediately surrounded the boss, who had lost his prestige and bloodshed but was still stiff, "Which bitch is it." Raise! Hurry, kill him! Damn, my head..."
Several people raised their heads and looked towards the head of the alley. Jiang Tong, who was stunned, just remembered it at this time, and stared at the other end in a daze.
Under the setting sun, a tall man walked from the entrance of the alley. His hair was burning red like a fire. His face was unclear under the backlight, and the fiery red light was like his face mask.
The sudden intruder walked towards them without saying a word, without a word of cruelty.
"Beat me to death!"
There are four people on the bullshit's side, and there is only one on the other end. No matter how tall he looks, he is no match for him. Jiang Tong waved his hand and said strenuously, "Quick, go!"
The man seemed to be more deaf than he was. He didn't listen to him at all. He rushed up, kicked the head of the head straight on the chest, and knocked him directly on his back to the ground, all his bones shattered. .
After kicking this kick, Jiang Tong finally saw his face under the backlight, especially the vicious look of the pair of lone wolves.
He trembled all over, and he couldn't help thinking.
"That night... That day..."
The man who followed him and nearly killed him!
It was as if someone had pinched his neck suddenly, Jiang Tong's pupils were distracted, and his body was shaking horribly.
In the darkness, those hands once covered his mouth tightly, and he had seen the man's fierce gaze from close range. Under the moonlight, it was like a wolf in desperation.
The tall man obviously didn't have any help, but when he started, he was so cruel that he didn't leave any way behind. Every punch and every kick knocked the person to death. Jiang Tong looked terrified.
This person is not afraid of death at all.
The most unprovoked people in this world are people who have nothing. They are the ones who really want to die.
Soon, the few people who had been humiliated by Jiang Tong before all fell to the ground, and they didn't even have the strength to stand up and escape, like a few old dogs lingering and panting.
The man panted in his chest and turned his face to look at Jiang Tong. Jiang Tong also turned his face to avoid his eyes for a moment.
Khan slipped his forehead down, it was cold.
He was scared, and this was the first time he had admitted. He was really scared.
As soon as I remembered that night, the physical fear could not be overcome.
"Why are you still not rolling," the man suddenly said, his voice low and a little panting just after he finished his hands, "Do you want to stay here and be beaten to death by them?"
Jiang Tong turned his head abruptly and looked directly at the man's face. The corners of his mouth were also torn, and a button was broken on his brow bone with thin blood dripping down.
How could this person say such a thing? It's as if it wasn't him who wanted to kill him that night.
Jiang Tong didn’t know why, and shook his mouth. It was enough to escape at this time, as long as he survived, but he still looked straight into his eyes and said what was in his heart, "You...you that is… "
The man did not approach as he imagined, but just squatted down at a distance of half a meter and looked at Jiang Tong blankly.
"I'm the one who followed you that day." He twitched his mouth, not as if he was smiling, but as a demonstration in some sense.
"I know… "
Jiang Tong answered very hard, but very firm. He couldn't retreat. He had nothing to use as a weapon with his back against the wall, but even if he did, he knew that he had no chance of winning. Just look at these people who fell on the ground. Such a strong man has almost no room for resistance.
He tried his best to calm his breath, and stood up hard while holding on to the wall. The pain in his abdomen did not go away, and his right leg was kicked and hurt every step of the way.
Indeed, he got rid of the entanglement of these people, but he became more afraid in his heart.
Because that person's shadow followed him closely, just like that night. His shadow is very long and long, and ghosts generally appear next to him, no matter how he quickens his pace, he can't get rid of it.
Walking out of the alley with difficulty, Jiang Tong hesitated for a while when he saw his broken bicycle, but he really didn't dare to stay anymore. His fear made his heart beat so fast that he was about to beat his heart in the next second.
"You are afraid of me."
The man suddenly spoke behind him, and Jiang Tong trembled with fright. He ignored the old bicycle and walked straight out of the alley. Without something to support, his steps speeded up, his whole body hurt and unstable, he limped and fell to the ground.
The man behind did not come forward to help him either, just said in an inexplicable tone.
"You should be afraid of me." His voice smelled of despair, "but not now."
Jiang Tong didn't understand what he meant and had no desire to understand. He didn't look back, and the two of them walked out the messy and cramped alley one after another. Outside was a road with little traffic, with tall phoenix trees planted on both sides, and the leaves of the phoenix trees grew wildly in the early summer, and the road was on both sides of the road. The branches and leaves of the phoenix tree are almost connected together, covering the sky. This feeling is very strange, as if two people will never have an intersection anyway, and they desperately stretch out their hands towards each other.
Whether you can hug or not, as long as the moment your fingertips touch each other, everything is worth it.
So Jiang Tong likes the phoenix tree in this season. This is the rare source of hope in his gloomy life.
He lowered his head and the shadow was still there. Jiang Tong could hold a tree every few steps he took, but the gap in the middle still made his feet unable to bear it, and his pace was getting slower and slower.
"stop."
The people behind him suddenly spoke, and Jiang Tong was taken aback again. There was no support at hand and he almost twisted.
"turn around."
The natural fear of this person made him have to choose to obey, Jiang Tong twisted his neck awkwardly, turned his face, but didn't look at him.
He thought that this natural killer would definitely take him to a corner of no one, maybe he killed him directly into many pieces, or tortured him by all means to satisfy his own pleasure, otherwise he would really He couldn't think of what other circumstances would enable a person to follow another complete stranger in the dark, not to spend money nor to satisfy a certain aspect of desire, but only want to kill.
But he did not expect that after the murderous mania in his heart gave orders, he bent down and sat on the side of the road, looking up at his face, "Sit."
What is the intention.
Jiang Tong clutched his stomach and turned around. He didn't dare to sit down or continue to stand like this.
The man winked at him again, fierce and unwilling to refuse. Jiang Tong had to bend down slowly, preparing to sit down next to him.
"Don't get too close to me."
Jiang Tong looked at him inexplicably, his eyes full of doubt. But he didn't want to raise any questions, and sat down silently enduring the pain. It's better to be farther away.
His eyes floated timidly on the man's face. The blood that had only dripped to the upper eyelid just now has reached the bottom of the eye, like a water flowing through a deep canyon, because his eye sockets are deep, much like the plaster heads used by those who study fine arts to practice sketching. But Jiang Tong didn't have the money to study, and he didn't even have the opportunity to touch those plaster statues.
Jiang Tong's gaze became firmer, but he was still drumming in his heart, he swallowed, and his Adam's apple rolled.
Turn your head back.
"Cut!"
Kuncheng stood up, the surprise pressure on his face couldn't be suppressed, "Very good, very good, the long shot just now is very good."
You two don't need to grind to play together at all. He wanted to say this sentence, but he didn't know what it was and didn't say it.
During the previous fight, they took several cameras, shot from different angles, and the effect was also very good. The appearance of coming five or six times is very efficient for relatively intense fighting scenes. But what surprised Kuncheng was that after Jiang Tong stood up, Gao Kun followed him and walked to the road one after another.
The dramatic tension between the two people is almost natural, better than the result of running in to the best degree he imagined. Even the lines that Gao Kun uttered at will, the tone and rhythm are just right.
I really found a treasure.
Xia Xiqing breathed out a long breath, and the tension he had been feeling suddenly relaxed. This feeling was a bit uncomfortable. He now understands why so many actors have bad feelings when acting. This work is really not done by ordinary people.
Ronaldinho walked over, holding a small pink fan with a big palm. As soon as he was about to speak, the fan in his hand was snatched by Zhou Ziheng. Without blowing it, he handed it to Xia Xiqing sitting next to him, "Hot, right? Blow."
Xia Xiqing turned his head and looked at Zhou Ziheng, who was full of sweat on his forehead, "You are hotter."
"I'm not hot." Zhou Ziheng turned off the fan and threw it in his arms. The makeup artist on the side laughed and patted her forehead last week. "If you are not hot, don't sweat it. See if we have to make up your makeup every time we cut, the blood will flow down with the sweat. ."
Zhou Ziheng looked up and smiled embarrassedly.
Xia Xiqing held the handle of the fan, and the corners of his mouth twitched. He turned on the switch, moved his butt and sat next to Zhou Ziheng, next to him, holding the small fan between the two people, joking with the lines just now.
"I'm going to be so close."
Zhou Ziheng quickly reflected, and moved to the right again, repeating Gao Kun's lines, "Don't get so close to me."
"It's necessary." Xia Xiqing moved again.
"Don't bother you two, you can't touch up your makeup." The makeup artist was amused by the two naive ghosts, and Ronaldinho showed a disgusting expression next to him, and he didn't dare to let Zhou Ziheng see it.
"Is it troublesome to play Jiang Tong?" Zhou Ziheng was still worried about Xia Xiqing.
Xia Xiqing raised her eyebrows, her eyes were lazy and scornful, and she lowered her voice and said next to Zhou Ziheng, "It's really...
Zhou Ziheng also lowered his voice, "Who told you to look so weak?"
Xia Xiqing gave him a fierce look, and almost beat him in front of other people. Zhou Ziheng immediately apologized when he saw him, "I was joking, I'm sorry." He also felt funny as he said, "I've never beaten him in school. shelf."
"Isn't it, you are the one who called the police."
Zhou Ziheng turned his head in surprise, "How do you know?"
Xia Xiqing smiled a little childishly, "I just know."
Zhou Ziheng stopped making trouble, the smile on his face was slightly put away, and he changed the subject, "Why were you so real when you were afraid of me just now?" He considered his words again, "I mean, you are not usually afraid What, I believe you have never been afraid of fighting."
The other party was silent for a long time before finally making a sound.
"I'm afraid of the dark."
Xia Xiqing's laughter was very light, but it fell heavily into Zhou Ziheng's heart.
"It's not difficult to borrow that feeling."
Borrowing a little emotion from the deepest fear in his heart, Zhou Ziheng couldn't imagine.
The little fan turned gently, Xia Xiqing stared at the circle in the center, and someone touched her cheek.
"Sweat." He looked up and saw Zhou Ziheng smiling, with a sorry expression on his face, "Ah, it seems to be even dirtier after being wiped by me."
"Go away, I'm annoying you." Xia Xiqing lowered his head and wiped his face, smiling unconsciously.
Kuncheng once again watched the long lens from the alley to the side of the road, and walked over with satisfaction, "The lens was really good just now, it really feels like walking only if you hold the lens in front of it." He hurried again. Busily walked to the other side and communicated with the chief photographer about the angle of view and layout of the lens afterwards.
"It's great to try a long shot the first time you film a movie." As soon as Kuncheng left, Zhou Ziheng began to tease Xia Xiqing, "A genius newcomer."
"Isn't that you?"
"I was polished." Zhou Ziheng posted a few tissues on his forehead. "A little bit of fumbling." He put his hand on his bent knee. "As for me, I was always said by many directors before. I can’t play life and death. I can play as much emotion as I can, but I can’t play an ordinary flat-headed people. Because I don’t know them at all, and I don’t understand my role."
His eyes were looking at the road, "So at that time I was like I am now, squatting on the side of the road, sometimes I squatted all afternoon. At that time, I was young, and I was not very popular when I was in high school. I was like that when I was on vacation. Squatting, it looks like passers-by. After watching a lot, I found that everyone is a collection of emotions. Too many emotions are piled on the body. It is very complicated. It is so complicated that you can only choose to use those emotions to polish each other to live. It looks like a mature adult, so it's flattened out."
With that said, Zhou Ziheng looked at Xia Xiqing with a smile on his face, "I later understood that what I want to play is that kind of peace."
The warm yellow sunset outlined every corner of Zhou Ziheng's face, yet wrapped them so softly. Xia Xiqing just looked at him like that, with the corners of his mouth raised and said nothing.
He actually wanted to say something, but found that his barren language could not describe how he felt about Zhou Ziheng at the moment. If you have a paintbrush and paint, it’s best to use gentle and gentle watercolors. He wants to paint now and paint what he sees as Zhou Ziheng, who is full of enthusiasm for performing arts.
"What are you looking at?" Zhou Ziheng looked at Xia Xiqing, who had been staring at him, with some doubts.
The dazed Xia Xiqing stepped out of her meditation and raised her eyebrows at him, "Look at you, handsome guy."
"It's a handsome guy." Zhou Ziheng deliberately touched Xia Xiqing's toes with his feet, and took off the tissues on his head. The makeup artist leaves, and the next one is about to begin.
Xia Xiqing sat up, returned to the same position as before and waited for the start, but suddenly heard Zhou Ziheng's voice.
"I don't want you to be that kind."
The body is stagnant. Xia Xiqing froze suddenly and could only look at Zhou Ziheng's shadow on the ground.
"I want to see all your emotions, good or bad, no matter how complicated or sharp, don't polish each other, just let them release."
The last sentence is deliberately lowered, so low that only the two of them in the world can hear it.
"Give it to me, I can bear it."