MTL - I Only Like Your Character Settings-Chapter 70 Grinding each other

After the start of the second article, Kuncheng gave Xia Xiqing enough space to play, using and unconditionally trusting a newcomer who is completely blank in acting skills. This method is a great risk in filming, and the worst result is Ruined the whole movie.

Even though Kuncheng is the most vocal person in the crew, it doesn't mean that other people can be convinced of this way of operation. Xia Xiqing knew this very well. All he could do was to convince everyone with his ability. But in terms of acting, what ability can he speak of?

What he has is nothing more than a heroic determination to analyze himself.

"action!"

Jiang Tong was half lying on the ground, obviously in the most humble and weakest posture, disheveled and embarrassed, but there was no expression of begging for mercy on his face that was easy to bully, no matter how those gangsters humiliated and beat him, he always used The naturally unnatural tone stated the fact that he was penniless.

He really has no money, he just paid the rent, bought some necessities and food, and used the rest to buy paints to maintain his extravagant hobbies. Even if the bicycle is broken, he is reluctant to take it to repair.

"I think you're **** pretending to be here with me. I don't think I'll give you a good lesson today. You don't even know who is in charge of this street!"

The leader lost all patience, picked up Jiang Tong who had been knocked down to the wall, and pointed his fist at his pale face, Jiang Tong couldn't resist, all the strength in his body seemed to be pumped As if walking, my stomach hurts and twisted together.

Seeing that fist coming straight at him, all he could do was close his eyes subconsciously, anyway, it wasn't the first time such a thing happened.

As long as you don't die, it doesn't matter.

But in the next moment, what he waited for was not the heavy punch that could break his jaw, but the hot liquid splashed on his face under the loud noise and howl, the neckline was loosened, and Jiang Tong slid down the wall, opening his eyes. The moment he opened his eyes, he was stunned. Just now, the **** leader who clamored to teach him a lesson fell down in front of him, his face covered in blood. Jiang Tong stretched out his hand in a daze, and touched his face.

There was blood all over his fingers, the blood of this man.

He saw a stick that didn't exist before, just at the bastard's feet, still rolling slightly.

Someone hit him with this?

"Brother Wang? Brother Wang, are you alright?" Several other people were startled when they saw this, and they immediately surrounded and supported the boss who had lost his prestige and was bleeding, "Which **** is that?" Raised! Quick, kill him quickly! Damn, my head..."

A few people raised their heads and looked towards the end of the alley. Jiang Tong, who was stunned, only remembered at this time, and looked towards that end in a daze.

Under the setting sun, a tall man came from the entrance of the alley, his hair was burning red like fire. His face was unclear under the backlight, and the fiery red light was like his mask.

The sudden intruder walked towards them without saying a word, without uttering a harsh word.

"Beat him to death!"

There are four gangsters on this side, and only one on the other side. No matter how tall he looks, he is still no match. Jiang Tong waved his hand at him, and said with difficulty, "Quick, go!"

The man seemed to be even more deaf than him. He didn't listen to him at all. He rushed straight up and kicked the head of the front line on the chest, knocking him down to the ground, and all the bones in his body were about to be shattered. .

After kicking this kick, Jiang Tong finally saw his face clearly under the backlight, especially those vicious eyes like a lone wolf.

He was trembling all over, and he couldn't help but read in his mouth.

"That night... that day..."

The one who followed him and almost killed him!

As if someone had suddenly strangled his neck, Jiang Tong's pupils were dilated, and his body was shaking unbearably.

In the darkness, those hands had tightly covered his mouth, and he had also seen the man's extremely fierce gaze at close range. Under the moonlight, he looked like a wolf in a desperate situation.

That tall man obviously didn't have any helpers, but when he struck, he was so ruthless that he didn't leave any room for escape. Every punch and every kick hit him to death. Jiang Tong looked terrified.

This man is not afraid of killing people at all.

The worst thing to provoke in this world is people who have nothing, they are the ones who are really desperate.

Soon, the few people who had humiliated 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 dying.

The man gasped for breath, turned his face to Jiang Tong, and Jiang Tong also turned his face for a moment, avoiding his eyes.

Sweat slid down his forehead, it was cold.

He was afraid, for the first time he admitted it. He is really scared.

The physical fear was insurmountable when I recalled that night.

"Why don't you get out," the man said suddenly, his voice was low and there was a little panting just after he moved his hands, "do you want to stay here and be beaten to death by them?"

Jiang Tong suddenly turned his head and looked directly at the man's face. The corner of his mouth was also broken, and a button on his brow bone was broken, and there were thin bloodstains dripping down.

How could this man say such a thing? It was as if he wasn't the one who wanted to kill himself that night.

Jiang Tong didn't know why, so he opened his mouth shaking, obviously at this time it was enough to escape, as long as he could survive, but he still looked straight into his eyes and said what was in his heart, "You...you that is…"

The man didn't approach as expected, but squatted down half a meter away, looking at Jiang Tong expressionlessly.

"I was the one who followed you that day." He twitched the corner of his mouth, not as if he was smiling, but as a demonstration in some sense.

"I know…"

It was very difficult for Jiang Tong to answer, but he was firm. With his back against the wall, he didn't have anything that could be used as a weapon, but even if he had, he knew that he had no chance of winning. Just look at these people lying on the ground. Such a strong man has almost no room for resistance.

He tried his best to calm his breathing, stood up with difficulty while supporting the wall, the severe pain in his abdomen did not subside, his right leg was also kicked, and every step he took was in severe pain.

Indeed, he got rid of the entanglement of these people, but he became even more afraid in his heart.

Because that person's shadow followed him closely, just like that night. His shadow was very, very long, following him like a ghost, no matter how fast he walked, he couldn'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 any longer. Fear made his heart beat so fast that it seemed as if it would jump out of his heart in the next second.

"You are afraid of me."

The man suddenly spoke from behind, making Jiang Tong tremble with fright, and walked straight out of the alley, ignoring the old bicycle. Without anything to support him, his steps quickened, his whole body hurt and unstable, he limped and fell to the ground.

The man behind didn't step forward to help him, but just spoke in an incomprehensible tone.

"You should be afraid of me." His voice was full of despair, "but not now."

Jiang Tong didn't understand what he meant, nor did he have the desire to understand. He didn't look back, and the two of them walked out of the dirty and cramped alley one after the other. Outside was a road with little traffic, with tall phoenix trees planted on both sides. The sycamore branches and leaves are almost connected together, covering the sky. This feeling is very strange, as if the two people will never meet anyway, and desperately stretched out their hands towards each other.

Whether you can hug or not, as long as there is the moment when your fingertips touch, everything is worth it.

So Jiang Tong likes the phoenix tree in this season, which is a rare source of hope in his gloomy life.

Lowering his head, the shadow was still there, and Jiang Tong could hold onto a tree every few steps he took, but the gap in the middle still made his feet unable to bear it, and his pace became slower and slower.

"stop."

The person behind him suddenly spoke, and Jiang Tong was startled again. There was no one to support him, and he almost fell over.

"turn around."

The natural fear of this person forced him to choose to obey, Jiang Tong twisted his neck awkwardly, turned his face, but did not look at him.

He thought that this natural killing maniac would definitely take him to a corner where no one was around, maybe he would directly kill him and cut his body into many pieces, or torture him with all means to satisfy his pleasure, otherwise he would really I can't imagine what kind of situation there will be to allow a person to follow another complete stranger in the dark, not for money or to satisfy certain desires, just to kill.

But he didn't expect that after the murderer in his heart gave orders, he bent over and sat by the curb, looked up at his face, "sit."

What is the intention.

Jiang Tong clutched his stomach and turned around, not daring to sit down or continue to stand like this.

The man winked at him again, fierce and unresistable. Jiang Tong had no choice but to bend over 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 doubts. But he didn't want to raise any doubts, and sat down silently enduring the pain. It's better to be far away.

His eyes drifted timidly over the man's face. The blood that only dripped to the upper eyelid just now has now reached the eyes, like water flowing through a deep canyon, because his eye sockets are very deep, much like the plaster heads used by those who study art to practice sketching. But Jiang Tong didn't have the money to learn, and he didn't even have the chance to touch those plaster statues.

Jiang Tong's gaze became firmer, but his heart was still beating. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and his Adam's apple rolled.

Turn your head back.

"cut!"

Kuncheng stood up, the surprise on his face couldn't be suppressed, "Very good, the long shot just now was very good."

You two don't have to worry about playing together. He originally wanted to say this sentence, but for some reason, he didn't say it.

They took several shots of the fighting scene before, from different angles, and the effect was very good. They did it five or six times, which is very efficient for relatively intense fighting scenes. But to Kuncheng's surprise, after Jiang Tong stood up, Gao Kun followed him and walked to the road one after the other.

The dramatic tension between these two people is almost natural, better than the best result he could have imagined. Even the lines that Gao Kun said casually later, the tone and rhythm are just right.

What a treasure.

Xia Xiqing took a long breath, and the tension that had been tense all of a sudden let go, which made people feel a little uncomfortable. He now understands why so many actors have bad emotions when acting. This job is really not for ordinary people.

Xiao Luo walked over, holding a small pink fan the size of a palm, and Zhou Ziheng snatched the fan from his hand just as he was about to speak, and handed it to Xia Xiqing who was sitting next to him without blowing it, "Is it hot? Hurry up!" Blow."

Xia Xiqing turned his head to look at Zhou Ziheng whose forehead was covered with sweat, "You must be hotter."

"I'm not hot." Zhou Ziheng turned off the fan and threw it into his arms. The make-up artist at the side laughed and slapped Zhou Ziheng on the forehead, "Don't sweat if you're not hot, look at the fact that we have to touch up your makeup every time we cut, the blood is flowing down with the sweat .”

Zhou Ziheng looked up and smiled embarrassedly.

Xia Xiqing held the handle of the fan in his hand, and the corners of his mouth curled up. He turned on the switch, moved his buttocks and sat next to Zhou Ziheng, next to him, holding the small fan between the two of them, and joked about the lines just now.

"I'm going to get this close."

Zhou Ziheng quickly realized, moved to the right again, and repeated Gao Kun's lines, "Don't come so close to me."

"Yes." Xia Xiqing moved again.

"You two stop arguing, there is no way to touch up your makeup." The makeup artist couldn't stop laughing at the two childish ghosts, and Xiao Luo showed a disgusted expression beside him, but 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 the end of his eyebrows, his eyes were lazy and angry, and he lowered his voice and said beside Zhou Ziheng, "It's really..."

Zhou Ziheng also lowered his voice, "Who told you to look so weak?"

Xia Xiqing gave him a hard look, and was about to cut him in front of other people. Zhou Ziheng immediately apologized when he saw it, "I was joking, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He also found it funny, "I never hit him in school. shelf."

"That's right, you are the one who called the police."

Zhou Ziheng turned his head in surprise, "How do you know?"

Xia Xiqing smiled childishly, "I just know."

Zhou Ziheng stopped making trouble, put away the smile on his face slightly, and changed the subject, "You just...why were you so real when you acted afraid of me?" He considered his wording again, "I mean, you're not usually afraid What, I believe that you have never been afraid of fighting."

The other party was silent for a while, and finally made a sound.

"I'm afraid of the dark."

Xia Xiqing's laughter was soft, but it fell heavily into Zhou Ziheng's heart.

"It's not difficult to borrow that feeling."

Zhou Ziheng couldn't imagine borrowing a little emotion from the deepest fear in his heart.

The small fan turned gently, Xia Xiqing stared at the circle in the center, and someone touched his cheek.

"Sweating." He looked up and saw Zhou Ziheng smiling, with an apologetic expression on his face, "Ah, it seems to be even dirtier after I wiped it off."

"Go away, I'm sick of you." Xia Xiqing lowered his head and wiped his face, a smile appeared unconsciously.

Kuncheng looked at the long shot from the alley to the side of the road again, and walked over quite satisfied, "The shot just now was really good, as expected, you have to hold the camera in front to have the feeling of walking." He hurried again Busily walked to the other side, and communicated with the chief photographer about the perspective and layout of the camera.

"It's the first time I filmed a long shot, it's amazing." As soon as Kuncheng left, Zhou Ziheng began to tease Xia Xiqing, "Genius rookie."

"Isn't that you?"

"I made it through grinding." Zhou Ziheng pasted a few tissues on his forehead, "It was made by groping a little bit." He put his hands on his bent knees, "As for me, many directors used to say that I can I can play life and death, but I can’t play life. I can play any emotion I want, but I just can’t play an ordinary commoner. Because I don’t understand them at all, and I don’t understand my role.”

His eyes looked at the road, "So at that time I was like now, squatting on the side of the road, sometimes for an entire afternoon. At that time I was still young, I was in high school, and I was not very popular. I just did that when I was on vacation. Squatting, looking at the passers-by. After watching a lot, I found that everyone is a collection of emotions. There are too many emotions piled up on the body, which is very complicated. It is so complicated that you can only choose to use those emotions to polish each other to live. Like a full-fledged adult, and it just grinds out."

Saying that, Zhou Ziheng looked at Xia Xiqing with a smile on his face, "I realized later 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 this, the corners of his mouth raised, and he didn't speak.

He actually wanted to say something, but found that his poor language could not describe how he felt towards Zhou Ziheng at the moment, it was too good, too good, beyond the threshold that could be described in words. It would be great if there were brushes and paints, preferably gentle watercolors. He wanted to paint it now, to paint a picture of Zhou Ziheng who in his eyes was 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.

Dazed Xia Xiqing stepped out of his contemplation, raised his eyebrows at him, "Look at you, handsome boy."

"He's a handsome guy." Zhou Ziheng deliberately touched Xia Xiqing's toes with his foot, and took off the tissue on his head. The makeup artist left, and the next scene is about to start.

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 flat."

The body froze. 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 complex and sharp, don't grind each other down, just let them go."

The last sentence was deliberately low, so low that only the two of them in the world could hear it.

"Give it to me, I can bear it."