Chapter 71 Heart-warning

"Are you ready? Let's change the close-up of the side and go around from Jiang Tong to Gao Kun." Kuncheng's voice interrupted Xia Xiqing's stunnedness. He quickly sorted out his expression and walked to the position where Jiang Tong had just sat down.

"Pay attention to the shaking feeling of the handheld lens, don't go too far, but show emotional fluctuations." Director Kun explained a lot to the photography and sat in front of the monitor. "After starting, Jiang Tong sat down, Gao Kun said, don't get too close to me. Do you understand?"

"Yes." Xia Xiqing turned around and lowered her head, sweating in her palms, and her heart hit her chest frantically, and she couldn't get back to Jiang Tong's emotions.

“action!”

Jiang Tong turned around and bent down slowly, preparing to sit down next to Gao Kun. However, Gao Kun suddenly spoke, "Don't get too close to me."

This sentence scared Jiang Tong for a moment, his eyes were confused, but he moved a little and sat down.

It's better to be farther away.

Jiang Tong sat on the side of the road. The sycamore tree behind him stored the long cicadas that were specially provided for in summer. One sound after another, and there was a strong resonance with the increasingly rapid heartbeat. He turned his head to look at Gao Kun. This person looked like some wildly growing plant or animal, in short, the kind he had never seen before.

Sharp eyebrows and gentle heart.

"What are you looking at?"

"Look at you..."

Xia Xiqing suddenly realized that he had just been confused. Such a conversation would only happen to Xia Xiqing and Zhou Ziheng, and would not happen to Jiang Tong and Gao Kun.

"I'm sorry." Xia Xiqing raised his hand to hold his forehead, but quickly put it down and hurriedly stood up to apologize to the staff, "Do it again, I just forgot the words."

Even though he said this, Zhou Ziheng could see clearly. After Gao Kun finished speaking, Jiang Tong had no words. His eyes looked at Xia Xiqing, who was obviously a little depressed, and a kind of imagination arose in his heart.

Kuncheng said on the other end, "It's okay, let's do another one, and start from that place."

Just as Xia Xiqing was about to restore the position, Zhou Ziheng spoke again.

"I'm sorry, I said too much just now, which has affected your condition."

Not sure why, Xia Xiqing suddenly panicked, as if there was a shameful secret that had been stripped off by life and was about to be revealed. He spoke without thinking, "No. It has nothing to do with you."

He said too quickly, as if he was talking to himself. It was hard to stop the water. Anyway, he said this, so Xia Xiqing simply said it even more excessively.

"I don't remember what you just said."

Cover your shell tightly and you can't come out no matter what.

The first time he was so scared.

“action!”

"What are you looking at?"

When Jiang Tong heard Gao Kun's words, he turned his head and did not respond. In fact, he wanted to question the person in front of him fiercely, asking him why he had to follow him that night and why he wanted to kill him. If he could go smoothly, Lili said all these words, he would definitely question them.

But he has no choice.

Thinking of this, Jiang Tong just wanted to leave quietly. This time, this man didn't really kill him. This time he saved him, it was a good idea to never meet him again. He turned his head and looked at him again and found that the blood from the wounds of his eyebrows had not completely solidified, and the blood had flowed to his cheeks. In addition, his knuckles were also worn out, his lips were broken, and his jawbone was purple.

Jiang Tong sighed indifferently, pulled the old and large work clothes on his body with both hands, and finally unbuttoned the buttons to reveal the gray-washed black short-sleeved shirt inside. He had been wearing the clothes inside for two years, and the seams on the sides were lined. Jiang Tong grabbed the seams with his hands and pulled them apart with great effort.

Hearing the sound of the fabric cracking, Gao Kun turned to look at him and found that Jiang Tong had tear the hem of the T-shirt inside, making his face wrinkle together with force, and then he pulled off a long black strip of cloth.

After breathing a sigh of relief, Jiang Tong came over, holding a cloth strip in one hand and preparing to grab Gao Kun's injured right hand with the other. Before he could touch it, Gao Kun avoided it. He stood up and took two steps back as if he was stimulated. He was excited and said, "Don't touch me."

Jiang Tong was stunned for two seconds, looked up at Gao Kun, and showed an awkward look on his face. He blinked his eyes and said nothing. He took back his hand, stuffed the black cloth strip that had been pulled from his clothes back into his pocket, lowered his head and quickly buttoned his work clothes.

With one hand holding the ground, Jiang Tong stood up reluctantly. Although his stomach still hurts and his feet are also hurt, he just wants to leave here now.

Gao Kun looked at his reaction and watched his series of actions. He felt a little uncomfortable, as if he accidentally stepped on a snail while playing in the field when he was a child.

He bit his back teeth, "Oh."

Jiang Tong's shoulders shrank again, but this time he did not stop, but limped and accelerated his pace.

The blood slammed the eyelashes. Gao Kun raised his hand and wiped it with the back of his hand. He frowned and looked at the bloody stain on the back of his hand in disgust. He looked at the stubborn boy in front of him, and quickly rushed for two steps, "You must be useless when you walk so fast."

How could Jiang Tong not know that his feet hurt so much, but no matter how hard he tries, he can't get rid of the people behind him.

Every time he took a step, the end of the black cloth strip in his pocket would sway with his staggering pace. Gao Kun stretched out his hand, pulled off the cloth strip, and quickly wrapped the palm of his hand several times, wrapping the bleeding knuckles.

"I told you not to leave."

No response.

"stop!"

Jiang Tong finally stopped. The hearing obstacles made him use hearing aids stuffed into his ears when he sensed this world. They were so old that they made noisy and harsh sounds from time to time. Since he was wearing it for the first time when he was ten years old and was rescued from the silent world, Jiang Tong has become accustomed to this noise.

But the voice of the person behind him was too clear, as if he did not use this small instrument, but went straight into his heart through another medium. It was so clear that it was terrifying.

"I'm sick." The other party walked to his side as if nothing had happened, "the kind that would be contagious."

Jiang Tong looked up at him. The hearing aids embedded in his ears were a little loose. He stuffed them in and stood still, "What... sick..." He still spoke as hard as ever, as serious as a child who had just learned to speak.

The boy with red hair drooped his head and said nothing, and Jiang Tong didn't say anything, standing in front of him a little crampedly.

The camera swayed like a person's struggle in his heart. Gao Kun's brows frowned fiercely, his fingers clenched and loosened, and his Adam's apple went up and down, like a thorn in his throat.

If you take apart the silence, it will definitely be countless invisible struggles. No matter how silence it is.

"I scared you that night." He finally spoke, but he lowered his head and kicked away a small stone with his feet. "I was crazy at that time. I felt that I couldn't live long. I didn't want to die alone and die of illness. No one knew where it was rotten. I've been so fucked in my life. Why is it me? I did nothing wrong? Why, I just want to make money! And I really can't do it..."

He spoke a lot, spoke fast, and was very emotional. Jiang Tong heard some of the things clearly, and the rest was guessed. But he heard that he didn't want to die alone.

I don't want to do it either.

A common point that he suddenly grasped made Jiang Tong let go of his vigilance. Sometimes people are so inexplicable. They were afraid of death in the last second, but now they are suddenly no longer afraid. He bit his lower lip and tried to speak, "Then, then...you...now... still... want..."

"Not now. I was just fucking confused at that time. Actually, I didn't want to kill you after seeing you..." He didn't finish his words, as if he was hesitating, but he thought for a long time but didn't continue. Instead, he looked up and raised his head and raised his bruised chin, "My name is Gao Kun, what's your name?"

The sudden question caught Jiang Tong off guard, "Jiang...Jiang..."

"What is Jiang?"

Gao Kun's questioning made Jiang Tong, who was born unable to speak clearly, even more panicked. He was nervous for a moment and couldn't say anything. His tongue was tightly pressed against his back and tried hard to issue the word "Tong", but it seemed to be stuck and could not say it, and his face turned red with anxiety.

"Hey, why are you anxious? Don't bite your tongue." I wanted to reach out and pat him, but when I reached out, I saw the blood on my hand. Gao Kun frowned and stretched out his foot to touch his toes.

Jiang Tong raised his head suddenly.

"What? Remember your name?" Gao Kun raised his eyebrows, but accidentally pulled the wound on his eyebrows, and took a breath again, "Fuck, it hurts so much."

"Tung..."

"Poke?"

His pronunciation was not very accurate, and Gao Kun was confused when he heard it. "Jiang Tong?" Jiang Tong shook his head, reached out to gesture in the air for a few days, and wrote his word Tong in the air for a long time, but Gao Kun still didn't understand. He reached his hand to Gao Kun's hand, and in desperation, he was about to write on his palm, but Gao Kun avoided it again.

Jiang Tong's eyes dimmed for a moment, and the cars on the road whistled past, and the car whistled sharply and abruptly, alarming the birds hidden in the dense branches and leaves, flapping their wings and flying out of the unreachable sky.

Its recklessness and panic carried away a piece of green leaves that looked like a shocked feather, falling slowly with the wind, and fell between Jiang Tong and Gao Kun.

Jiang Tong reached out and grabbed the sycamore leaf with his slender hands. The sunset shone through its veins, as if it were the capillaries under Jiang Tong's white hands.

His face was instantly filled with a look of joy, and he held the leaf and swayed in front of Gao Kun.

"What are you shaking?" Gao Kun looked at him with a fool's expression, "Isn't it just a piece of sycamore leaves."

Wutong? Gao Kun's eyes flashed, "Your name is Jiangtong?"

Jiang Tong nodded immediately, looking happy. The closer it was to the night, the darker and thicker the sunset, adding a little blood to Jiang Tong's excessively pale face, like a beautiful fruit on imported chilled shelves in supermarkets.

"Jiang Tong...is okay, listen." Gao Kun couldn't say anything well-educated. He coughed twice and snatched the leaf from his hand, held it at the tip of his fingers, "Kaokao, what's my name?"

"Gao...kun..." What's amazing is that compared to his name, he posted the word Gao Kun much more standard. After saying that, he showed a look of waiting for praise on his face. Gao Kun stopped turning Ye Zi's fingers and looked at Ye's face, which was quite clean.

He gently touched Jiang Tong's head with the leaves, "Okay, it's quite awesome."

“cut!”

Finally, the filming ended before the sunset. He switched the camera several times in the middle. Fortunately, the scenes of the two actors were connected, so the efficiency was not pulled down. After the filming, Zhou Ziheng and Xia Xiqing both ran to the monitor to watch. Unlike experienced veterans like Zhou Ziheng, Xia Xiqing was actually a little nervous, although he usually looked careless and lazy, once he did something, his competitive and strong heart was heavier than anyone else.

"The foot Gao Kun just added is good." Kuncheng is used to being called the character name on the set, so he pointed to the screen, "It just happened to be touched by the back with leaves." He raised his head to look at Zhou Ziheng, "It's pretty good. You can do whatever you want on-the-spot performance. As long as it doesn't affect the progress, I absolutely encourage you. Don't act tightly, it's boring. Don't act."

Kuncheng said so much, Xia Xiqing was absent-minded and didn't listen much. When Zhou Ziheng stretched his toes over in the filming just now, he was already shocked and almost angrily.

"Jiang Tong is also very good, and his eyes are very talented."

Xia Xiqing came to her senses and smiled at Director Kun.

"Go to have something to eat first," Kuncheng looked at his watch. "At 8:30, we went to the nightclub for a special show. Gao Kun and Jiang Tong immediately changed their looks after dinner."

Seeing that Xia Xiqing was a little dazed, Zhou Ziheng took Xia Xiqing's arm as soon as the director left, "What's wrong? Are you tired?"

"No." Xia Xiqing wiped his face, "I'm a little tired." The two of them left with most of the crew. Zhou Ziheng got into his nanny car before he took out his supper. When he turned around, he found that Xia Xiqing was missing.

"Huh? Where are others?"

Xiao Luo tsk twice, "Did you forget? Sister Jiang Yin has equipped him with a nanny car and an assistant, it's not our car." He stuffed the chopsticks into Zhou Ziheng's hand, "Eat quickly, you don't feel tired until now at 6 o'clock in the morning."

In the past, when filming, Zhou Ziheng became taciturn when he shouted cut. He consumed too much emotion during the acting process, which made him become tired when he returned to himself. However, when Xia Xiqing was there, it was different. He couldn't wait to turn back to Zhou Ziheng.

The chopsticks and a green vegetable were stuffed into his mouth. It was really tasteless. Zhou Ziheng lowered his head and snatched the rice. Xiao Luo looked at it and asked, "Is the air conditioner not cold enough? It's so hot that I can't eat." He lowered it a few degrees again, heard the noisy outside, stood up from his seat and looked, "Why is it so lively?"

Unable to see clearly through the dark-blocking glass, Ronaldo simply opened the car door, poked his head out and glanced, "Hey, what are you doing? Are there popsicles? Hey, give me one, what does it taste like?"

His little assistant was hooked up. Zhou Ziheng raised his head in disgust and looked at the car door. Unexpectedly, he happened to see Xia Xi and Chiang Mai entering the car with long legs, slammed the door and threw a bag of popsicles in his hand on his table.
To be continued...