Dongfangzhe's black hair is as black as ink and white clothes are better than snow. He walked in lightly from the door, a gust of wind blew, and his clothes flew, as if his feet were not touching the ground, and he would become an immortal in the next moment.
The two little girls clasped their hands in front of their chests, their cheeks were flushed, their eyes were dreamy and blurred, and they couldn't control themselves. They trembled and said, "Mr. Dongfang is so beautiful, Mr. Dongfang my love, Mr. Dongfang marry me... "
"Pfft...cough cough..." Yu Siyang, who had been fascinated by thousands of girls in the last second, frantically pulled the wig on his face, and said depressedly: "Director, can this blower be smaller? It's about to be blown out."
"Stop—" Jin Ce asked the martial arts instructor who is also a prop master to turn on the blower, and explained to Yu Siyang: "Sorry, this blower can't adjust the air volume, let's find another angle to see if we can not blow the wig on the face. ."
Because I bought an N-handed blower, when I turn it on, it is a strong wind. No matter how the knob on the machine is turned, the wind cannot be adjusted. As a man who comes out with a strong wind, Yu Siyang has been tossed by the blower for the past few days.
Guan Yahua took a picture of this scene with his mobile phone, and when the movie is about to be released, he can use it as a promotional material.
The martial arts instructor picked up the blower and switched to the other side, "Try to see how this direction goes." After speaking, he turned on the blower again.
A gust of wind blew over, and Yu Siyang shouted, "It's too close, I can't even open my eyes."
The martial arts instructor immediately turned on the blower, carried it further away, and blew it again.
Hong Zhehao laughed until he almost rolled on the ground. Fortunately, he didn't have such a perverted appearance, otherwise it would be difficult for him not to laugh.
However, his appearance was not much better. Although he didn't come with a strong wind, when he appeared, he had to pretend to be crazy and stupid, and he had to show that the mental retardation of the character was pretended to be a shrewd and capable person.
How to play this role without being silly and funny is a special test of the actor's acting skills.
"It's almost there, let's do it again and try to get over it."
Jin Ce carried the camera back to his original position, Yu Siyang returned to the door, and Hong Zhehao patted his stiffly smiling face, brewing emotions.
Guan Yahua, who is also a recorder, hit the board and the shooting started again.
Dongfang Zhe’s clothes were flying, and the immortal spirit was fluttering in from the door. The worried old Madam Ximen saw him, just like seeing a living Bodhisattva, and hurriedly greeted him, “Mr. Dongfang, look, you gave light yesterday. I used acupuncture for a while, but I got sick again today, how can it be good?"
"Old madam, don't be impatient, such incurable diseases as the son of your family are rare in the world, and it is normal to fall ill again." Dongfang Zhe smiled brightly and took out a big box from behind him, "Maybe he is giving acupuncture. The strength is not enough, let's try it now with this oversized silver needle."
Dongfangzhe said, and took out a few silver needles as thick as fingers from the box.
When Ximenguang saw such a thick and long silver needle, he shouted "Fuck, death stick", he couldn't hold it any longer, he got up and slapped Dongfang Zhe flying.
"Guang'er, how are you," Mrs. Ximen said excitedly, "Mr. Dongfang is indeed a living Bodhisattva who rejuvenates with a wonderful hand."
Ximenguang froze, his face slowly returning to an idiot expression, he turned back and ran towards Mrs. Ximen, shouting, "Xiaocui, I miss you so much..."
Old Madam Ximen was hugged by her grandson and rubbed against her cheek, she was helpless.
Yu Siyang, who was dragged and flew out by Weiya, lay on the ground with a look of lovelessness.
it hurts!
When I just fell, there should be a scratch on the back.
Tang Hang first noticed that something was wrong with him. He couldn't control whether he was still filming or not. He ran over and helped him up, "Si Yang, what's the matter?"
"The back hurts." Yu Siyang frowned and stood up with Tang Hang's hand.
Tang Hang looked at his back, and suddenly took a breath.
The chiffon robe on the outermost layer of the white costume has been scratched into a rolling shutter, and the flimsy silk-satin tunic inside has also cracked a few holes, and the traces of blood have leaked out.
"Ah ah ah... the captain is injured la la la la la la la la la la la... "
Fans watching on the outside of the set saw the blood on Yu Siyang's back, and couldn't help shouting. If they weren't a little sensible, they would have rushed over and carried Yu Siyang to the hospital for fear of causing trouble to their team leader.
Hearing the screams of fans, the crew who were staring at the filming hurriedly put down what they were doing, hula-hura around them, and were shocked to see the bloodstains spreading more and more behind Yu Siyang's back.
"Quick, quick, first aid kit, first aid kit..." Jin Ce was incoherent in his urgency. While asking Guan Yahua to get the first aid kit, he asked the assistant director to drive over the only truck in the crew and take Yu Siyang to the hospital, "Why? I'm injured, I've checked it out..." Seeing that the place where Yu Siyang just fell was actually covered with gravel, Jin Ce was instantly furious and shouted: "Chen Yanyan, didn't you check it now, why are there so many pieces? Stone, huh?"
The others all looked to the ground, and then looked at Chen Yanyan neatly and uniformly. There were so many broken stones, but they were all angular, and Yu Siyang's back was probably scraped into a rolling shutter.
"I, I have an inspection..." Chen Yanyan pleaded aggrieved: "I also swept the floor on purpose, I, I don't know..."
Tang Hang couldn't care to find out who threw the broken stones on the ground, and asked Hong Zhehao to help take care of Yu Siyang, so he drove the car over.
Hong Zhehao supported Yu Siyang with the expression on his face that he was injured, "Does it hurt? Let's sit and wait." He turned his head and asked the assistant to bring a chair over.
Yu Siyang shook his head, raised his chin, and motioned him to look at the Bentley that was driving fast.
Tang Hang drove the car over and helped Yu Siyang to the car with Hong Zhehao.
"You look like you're supporting a pregnant woman." Yu Siyang's face turned pale in pain, but seeing that the expressions of Hong Zhehao and Tang Hang were even uglier than his injury, he joked a few words.
Hong Zhehao looked at him with a dumbfounded look on his face, "The joke you said is not funny at all, so don't say it, you have no racial talent."
Yu Siyang was amused, haha, he didn't pay attention to the injury on his back, and his face was contorted in pain.
"Master, is the injury serious, does it hurt?" The fans standing outside the cordon saw Yu Siyang grinning and asked in a worried voice.
"It's alright, don't worry," Yu Siyang smiled and shook his head, "It's hard work for you to come all the way, go back quickly, and pay attention to safety on the road."
Being concerned by the dear head of the group, the foodie group was excited and worried, and it was almost impossible to control their split.
Not to be outdone, Hong Zhehao's fans forced their way to the front and shouted: "Hong Bao, Hong Bao, you are not injured, take good care of your family Yangyang."
"Thank you, I will, and you should go back quickly. Running here every day will delay your studies." Hong Zhehao said.
The assistant director who followed him all the way to help open the door sighed heavily in his heart. The crew was so poor that they couldn't afford to hire a field worker to clear the set. Fortunately, the quality of Hong Zhehao and Yu Siyang's fans were good, and there was no road shot to put it online. Otherwise, the film will be completely spoiled all the way through the filming, and there will be no need to show it.
Yu Siyang got into the car, his forced smile distorted immediately, and hissed and breathed out in a low voice, obviously in severe pain.
Guan Yahua, who went to the crew truck to get the first aid kit, ran back out of breath, walked to the car and said, "Do you need to clean up the wound first?"
"Go directly to the hospital, it's not very convenient on the set." Tang Hang said, and sat in the driver's seat.
Guan Yahua quickly got into the co-pilot and said, "I'll go with you."
Neither of the two in the car objected. Tang Hang stepped on the accelerator and drove quickly to the nearby hospital.
Others stayed on set to continue filming.
Chen Yanyan silently took a broom and cleaned the filming site again. Seeing Jin Ce walking towards her, she said aggrieved: "Director Jin, I really checked carefully, and I don't know why there are so many broken pieces. Stone… "
Jin Ce nodded to Chen Yanyan and carefully observed the expressions of everyone on the set. After a while, he suddenly walked towards the fans standing outside the cordon and asked them to show him the photos they took today.
Fans' attention may be on their favorite idols, but there's a good chance that the photos they take will include stone throwers.
Jin Ce whispered the reason, and the girls immediately took out their mobile phones to look at the photos they took one by one.
"Where are you going?"
Suddenly, Hong Zhehao gave a clear drink and pointed at a young man in a family costume.
The man was startled by the fright, and he smiled nervously, pulling the corners of his mouth: "I, I have a urgency to urinate..."
"I don't think you're in a rush to urinate, right?" Jin Ce walked over with a mobile phone covered in rhinestones on the back, and said with a stern expression, "I think you're guilty of being a thief."
"Jin Dao, how do you say this, why am I guilty of being a thief?"
The man had to argue, but Jin Ce didn't bother to give him a chance, so he showed the photos on his mobile phone for everyone to see.
The photo is mainly of Yu Siyang who is "playing" with the blower, but in the corner of the photo, you can see at a glance that this man in a family costume threw something on the ground. You don't need to compare it carefully. It could be found that the place where he threw things was where Yu Siyang was originally scheduled to fall.
Ironclad evidence.
The martial arts instructor led a few sturdy men to surround the man, preventing him from escaping without anyone noticing.
"You are intentionally hurting," Jin Ce said coldly, "Tell me, why do you do this."
The foodie groups jumped in anger, standing outside the cordon and shouting to call the police.
"I, I, I..." The man was full of cold sweat, mumbling, unable to utter a complete sentence.
"Call the police, call the police, and ask him to go to jail." The foodie group couldn't be more angry, and even Hong Zhehao's fans shouted along.
It is unforgivable that there is a person in the crew who has such ulterior motives to hurt others.
Hong Zhehao put a finger to his lips at the fans, "shhh", then glared at the man and said, "Perhaps you'd rather tell the police." Ask the assistant to call the police if he wants to get a cell phone.
The man rushed towards Hong Zhehao, trying to grab the phone.
The assistant immediately stood in front of Hong Zhehao and punched the man's abdomen with his right hand. Taking advantage of the man's pain, he bent over and turned sideways. He pinned the man's right arm with both hands. His knees pressed against the man's back, restraining him.
Hong Zhehao, who was stunned by the assistant's force value: "..."
The Great Demon King didn't tell him that the facial paralysis assistant B assigned to him had such a high force value!
He quickly recalled whether he had offended Assistant B with facial paralysis before.
It's better to be verbose about Assistant A. If he finds out that he stole something, at most he'll be a little verbose. He'll be finished if he listens. If Assistant B finds out...
Hong Zhehao shuddered, frightened by his own brain hole.
Jin Ce saw that the man not only hurt Yu Siyang, but also wanted to attack Hong Zhehao—in fact, he wanted to grab the mobile phone, and called the police without saying a word.
After the phone call, I found out that I was using the fan's fruit machine full of rhinestones. I embarrassedly touched my nose, hurriedly returned the phone to the fans, and persuaded the fans to go home quickly.
Fans of Yu Siyang and Hong Zhehao were reluctant to leave.
The foodie groups were indignantly waiting to find out why the man wanted to hurt his head.
Hong Zhehao's fans were almost hurt by a wretched man because of his own Hong Bao, waiting to see the police take the wretched man away, and there were onlookers who worshipped Hong Zhehao's mighty and majestic assistant.
Oops, my Hong Bao is so cool, and my assistants are so dreadful.
After a while, the police drove to the set and took the man away. As the director and producer of the crew, Jin Ce also followed.
The food groups spontaneously drove or drove to the police station to be witnesses.
—Humph, if you dare to hurt the head of my family, I will sue you and go to jail.
At the same time, an anonymous post from China's largest gossip forum, the Bayi8 Community, made netizens feel very excited - "The popular little fresh meat Yu Siyang was seriously injured while filming, and it was deliberately murdered! 》