After the second article began, Kuncheng gave Xia Xiqing enough room to play, and unconditionally believed a newcomer who had completely blank acting skills. This method was a huge adventure in filming, and the worst result was to ruin the entire film.

Although Kuncheng is the most vocal person in the crew, this does not mean that other people can believe in this way of operation. No matter whether Xia Xiqing is clear about this, what he can do is to use his own abilities to convince people. But in terms of acting, what abilities does he have?

What he has is just a heroic determination to analyze himself.

“action!”

Jiang Tong was half lying on the ground, obviously in the humblest and weakest posture, in a mess, but his face was easy to bully, without a look of begging for mercy. No matter those gangsters were humiliated and beat him, he always expressed his penniless fact in an unnatural tone.

He really had no money. He paid the rent for his newly paid salary, bought some necessities and food, and used the rest to buy paint, and used it to maintain his extremely luxurious hobby. He couldn't bear to use it to repair it even if the bicycle broke.

"I see, you are pretending to be with me. I don't think you can teach you a good lesson today. You don't know who is doing this street!"

The leader lost all his patience and held Jiang Tong, who had been knocked to the ground, pressing against the wall, his fist facing his pale face. Jiang Tong couldn't resist. His whole body seemed to have been pulled away, and his stomach was twisted in a piece of his stomach.

Seeing that fist was so straight towards him, all he could do was to close his eyes subconsciously. Anyway, this was not the first time.

As long as you can't die, nothing is left.

But the next moment, what he got was not the heavy punch that could break his jaw bone, but the hot liquid splashed on his face with a loud noise and howl. The collar was loosened, and Jiang Tong slid down the wall. The moment he opened his eyes, he was stunned. The gangster leader who was just shouting that he would teach him a lesson fell in front of him like this, his face covered in blood. Jiang Tong reached out and touched his face.

The fingers were covered with blood, and it was the blood of this person.

He saw a stick that did not exist before, rolling slightly at the feet of the gangster.

Someone smashed him with this?

"Brother Wang? Are you okay with Brother Wang?" The other people were shocked when they saw this. They immediately surrounded him and supported the boss who had lost his might but was still stubborn. "Which bitch is it raised by him! Hurry up, kill him! Damn, my head..."

Several people looked up at the alley. Jiang Tong, who was stunned, wanted to come, and looked at the other 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 red light was like his mask.

The sudden intruder came to them without saying a word, without saying a harsh word.

"Beat him to death!"

There were four people on the gangster side, and there was only one on the other end. No matter how tall he was, he was no match for it. Jiang Tong waved at him and said with difficulty, "Hurry up, go!"

The man seemed to be even more deaf than him, and did not listen to him at all. He rushed forward and kicked the person in front of the chest, hunching him down to the ground, and his bones were about to shatter.

After this kick, Jiang Tong finally saw his face under the backlight, especially the fierce gazes like lone wolf.

He was trembling all over and he couldn't help but recite.

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

The man who followed him and almost killed him!

As if he was suddenly strangled by someone, Jiang Tong's pupils were dissipated and his body was shaking unreasonably.

The hands in the dark once covered his mouth tightly, and he had also looked at the man's extremely fierce gaze from a close distance. Under the moonlight, he was like a wolf in desperate situation.

The tall man obviously had no helper, but when he started, he was so cruel that he left no way out. Every punch and kick were knocking people to death. Jiang Tong was frightened.

This person is not afraid of death.

The most unprovoked person in this world is the one who has nothing to do, and they are the ones who really want to live.

Soon, the people who had humiliated Jiang Tong before fell to the ground, and they had no strength to stand and escape, like several old dogs who were surviving.

The man was gasping in his chest and looked at Jiang Tong with his face in his side. Jiang Tong also looked at him in an instant, avoiding his eyes.

My forehead slid down even with sweat, it was cold.

He was scared, and this was his first time admitting. He was really scared.

When I think back to that night, the legal fear was unsurpassed.

"Why haven't you got out yet?" the man suddenly spoke, his voice low and slightly gasping for a while. "Do you want to stay here and be beaten to death by them?"

Jiang Tong twisted his head suddenly and looked straight into the man's face. The corners of his mouth were also broken, and a button of his eyebrows was shattered and there were thin blood marks flowing down.

How could this person say such things? It seems that the person who wanted to kill him that night was not him.

Jiang Tong didn't know what, so he trembled open his mouth. It was obvious that it was enough to escape at this time, as long as he survived, he still looked straight into his eyes and said what he said in his heart, "You...you are..."

The man did not get close to him as he imagined, but just squatted down from half a meter away and looked at Jiang Tong without a look.

"I was the one who followed you that day." He pulled the corner of his mouth, not like a demonstration in a certain sense.

"I know……"

Jiang Tong answered very hard, but he was very firm. He had no choice but to retreat. He leaned against the wall and had no one to use as a weapon at his hand, but even if there was, he knew that he had no chance of winning. Looking at these people lying on the ground, he knew that in the face of such a strong man, he had almost no room for resistance.

He tried hard to calm his breath and stood up with difficulty while holding the wall. The severe pain in his abdomen did not subside. His right leg was kicked and it hurt very much every step he took.

Indeed, he got rid of these people's entanglement, but he was even more afraid.

Because the man's shadow followed him tightly, like that night. His shadow was very long, and appeared beside him like a ghost. No matter how fast he speeded up, he could not get rid of it.

Walking out of the alley with difficulty, Jiang Tong hesitated for a while, but he really didn't dare to stay any longer. His fear made his heart beat very fast, as if he was about to jump out of his heart in the next second.

"You're afraid of me."

The man suddenly spoke behind him, which scared Jiang Tong so much that he trembled all over. He didn't care about the old bicycle and walked straight out of the alley. Without anything to help, his steps accelerated, and he was in pain and unstable. He limped and fell to the ground.

The man behind did not come forward to help him, but just said in an incomprehensible tone.

"You should be afraid of me." His voice smelled hopeless, "but not now."

Jiang Tong didn't understand what he meant, nor did he have the desire to understand. He did not look back, and the two walked out of the dirty and cramped alley one after another. Outside was a road with a small traffic, with tall sycamore trees on both sides. In early summer, the leaves of sycamore trees grew wildly, and the branches and leaves of sycamore trees on both sides of the road were almost connected to one another, covering the sky. This felt very wonderful, as if two people would not have any intersection, and they tried their best to extend their hands to each other.

Whether you can embrace or not, as long as you have the moment you touch your fingertips, everything is worth it.

Jiang Tong likes Wutong in this season, which is a rare source of hope among his dark people.

He lowered his head, and the shadow was still there. Jiang Tong took a few steps and could hold a tree, but the gap between 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, and he almost turned around without help.

"Come on."

The natural fear of this person forced him to choose to obey. Jiang Tong twisted his neck awkwardly and looked at him without looking at him.

He would take him to a corner where no one would say that he would kill him and dismember him into many pieces, or torture him with all means to satisfy his pleasure. Otherwise, he would never have thought of any other situation that would allow a person to track another completely strange person in the dark, not seeking money or satisfying his desires, and just wanting to kill people.

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

What's the intention?

Jiang Tong turned around with his stomach covering his stomach, not daring to sit down or continue standing like this.

The man winked at him again, fierce and unstoppable. Jiang Tong had to bend down slowly and prepare to sit down next to him.

"Don't get too close to me."

Jiang Tong looked at him inexplicably, his eyes full of confusion. But he didn't want to raise any questions, so he silently sat down. It would be better to stay away.

His eyes were timidly floating on the man's face. The blood that had just flowed to his upper eyelid had reached the present moment, like a water flowing through a deep canyon, because his eye sockets were very deep, much like the plaster avatars used by those who studied art to practice sketching. But Jiang Tong had no money to learn, and he didn't even have the chance to touch those plaster images.

Jiang Tong's gaze became stronger, but his heart was still bulging. He swallowed his saliva and the Adam's apple rolled.

Leave your head back.

“cut!”

Kuncheng came to the scene, and 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. He originally wanted to say this, but he didn’t know why.

They took several camera positions in the previous fight, and the effect was very good. After coming five or six times, they were very efficient for intense fighting scenes. But what surprised Kuncheng was that after Jiang Tong Station came, Gao Kun followed him and walked to the road in a complete shot.

The dramatic tension between these two people was almost natural, better than he imagined to get the best results. Sei Gao Kun said casually, his tone and rhythm were just right.

I really found a treasure.

Xia Xiqing let out a long sigh, and the tense mood suddenly let go, which made people feel a little uncomfortable. He now understands why so many actors will have bad moods when acting. This job is really not something that ordinary people do.

Luo left, holding a small pink fan the size of a palm. The fan in his hand was just about to speak was taken away by Zhou Ziheng, but he didn't blow it at all and handed it to Xia Xiqing who was sitting next to him, "Hot? You can blow it quickly."

Xia Xiqing looked at Zhou Ziheng with sweat on his forehead, "You're hot."

"I'm not hot." Zhou Ziheng closed the fan and threw it into his arms. The makeup artist girl next to him came and slapped Zhou Ziheng's brain last time, "If you don't have hot, don't sweat. Look at how we have to put on makeup every time we cut, and the blood is flowing down with sweat."

Zhou Ziheng raised his head embarrassedly.

Xia Xiqing held the handle of the fan in his hand and the corner of his mouth was also hooked. He turned on the switch, moved his butt to Zhou Ziheng, next to him, held the small fan and placed it between the two of them, and joked with the lines he had just made.

"I'm going to get so close."

Zhou Ziheng quickly reported it, moved to the right again, repeating Gao Kun's line, "Don't get so close to me."

"Let's do it." Xia Xiqing moved a little longer.

"Stop messing around, you can't put on makeup." The makeup artist was so funny that he was the two naive ghosts that he kept showing off his disgust. Luo Luo showed off his disgusting expression next to him, and he didn't dare to let Zhou Ziheng see it.

"Isn't it a lot of trouble to play Jiang Tong?" Zhou Ziheng was still worried about Xia Xiqing.

Xia Xiqing raised his eyebrows, his eyes were lazy and rude, and he lowered his voice and said beside Zhou Ziheng, "It's really good to have someone who beats people in school all day long and beats someone who is beaten..."

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

Xia Xiqing glared at him fiercely, and the man slashed him in front of others. Zhou Ziheng immediately apologized when he saw this, "I'm just having fun, right?" He also felt good as he said, "I've never fought in school."

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

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

Xia Xiqing was a little childish, "I know."

Zhou Ziheng stopped making trouble, slightly closed the words on his face, and changed the topic, "Why did you feel so real when you acted like this?" He considered the words again, "I mean, you are not afraid of anything, I believe that you are not afraid of fighting, you are not afraid of it either."

The other party was silent for a long time, and finally there was a voice.

"I'm afraid of the dark."

Xia Xiqing's voice was very light, but it fell heavily into Zhou Ziheng's heart.

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

Zhou Ziheng could not imagine that he had borrowed some emotion from the deepest fear in his heart.

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

"I'm sweating." Looking up at Zhou Ziheng, he looked sorry, "Ah, it seems to be even dirtier after being wiped by me."

"Go away, I'm so annoying to you." Xia Xiqing lowered his head and wiped his face, and he was unconsciously floating.

Kuncheng looked at the long shot from the alley to the roadside again, and walked with satisfaction, "The lens just now was really good. As expected, I had to hold the lens in front of me and feel like walking." He hurried to the other side and communicated with the general photography to the future perspective and layout of the lens.

"It's the first time I've been filming a long shot, it's amazing." As soon as Kuncheng left, Zhou Ziheng began to tease Xia Xiqing, "The newcomer in the sky."

"Isn't that you?"

"I've been polished." Zhou Ziheng put a few tissues on his head, "I figured it out bit by bit." His hand was placed on his bent knees. "Where is, I've always been talked about by many directors before, but I can't play the role of death. I can do whatever I want to play, but I can't play an ordinary ordinary person. Because I don't understand them at all, and I don't understand my role."

His eyes looked at the road, "At that time, I was like now, squatting on the side of the road, sometimes for an afternoon. I was still young and went to high school, and it was not very popular. I was fine on holidays, and I looked like passers-by. After seeing more, I found that everyone was a collection of emotions, and there were too many emotions piled up on their bodies. It was so complicated that I could only choose to use those emotions to polish each other and live like a mature adult, so I smoothed it out."

As he said that, Zhou Ziheng looked at Xia Xiqing with a slight look on his face, "I later understood that what I want to play is that."

The warm yellow sunset outlined every edge on Zhou Ziheng's face, but wrapped them so softly. Xia Xiqing looked at him like this, with his mouth raised and he didn't say anything.

He actually wanted to say something, but he found that his barren language could not describe his feelings for Zhou Ziheng at this moment. It was so good, so good that he could describe the threshold in words. If there were brushes and pigments, it would be better to be gentle watercolors. He wanted to draw it now and draw a picture of Zhou Ziheng, who was full of enthusiasm for performing arts in his eyes.

"What are you looking at?" Zhou Ziheng looked at Xia Xiqing who had been staring at him, a little confused.

The stunned Xia Xiqing walked out of his thoughts and raised an eyebrow at him, "Look at you, handsome little guy."

"It's a handsome guy." Zhou Ziheng deliberately touched Xia Xiqing's toes with his feet, took off the tissue from his head. The makeup artist left, and the next game was about to begin.

Xia Xiqing sat down and returned to the same position before. When he was about to start, he suddenly heard Zhou Ziheng's voice.

"I don't want you to be that."

The body stagnated. Xia Xiqing suddenly froze and could only look at Zhou Ziheng's shadow on the ground.

"I hope to see your emotions, whether it is good or bad, no matter how complex or sharp, don't polish each other, let them release them."

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