Grind each other

After the second article began, Kuncheng gave Xia Xiqing enough room to play, and unconditionally believed in a newcomer who had completely blank acting skills. This method was a great 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 everyone else can convince this way of operation. Xia Xiqing is very clear about this. All he can do is to use his own abilities to convince everyone. 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 there was no expression of begging for mercy on his easily bullied face. No matter how the gangsters humiliated and beat him, he always stated the fact that he was penniless in a naturally 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 to maintain his extremely luxurious hobby. Even if the bicycle broke, he couldn't bear to use it for repair.

"I think you're just pretending to be with me. I think if you don't teach you a good lesson today, you don't know who is the one who decides this street!"

The leader had no patience and picked up Jiang Tong, who had been knocked to the ground, pressing him against the wall. His fist was 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 the fist was coming straight to 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 matters.

But the next moment, what he waited for 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 to teach him a lesson fell in front of him, 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, and it was rolling slightly at the gangster's feet.

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 was raised by him! Hurry up, kill him! Damn, my head..."

Several people looked up at the alley. Jiang Tong, who was stunned, remembered it at this time 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 looked, he was no match. 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 trembled all over and couldn't help but recite in his mouth.

"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 seen the man's extremely fierce gaze close up. Under the moonlight, he was like a wolf in desperate situation.

The tall man obviously had no help, 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 thing in this world is people who have nothing to do, and they are the ones who really want to live.

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

The man was gasping for breath and turned his face to look at Jiang Tong. Jiang Tong also turned his face to the side 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, my physical fears are insurmountable.

"Why haven't you got out yet?" the man suddenly spoke, his voice low and slightly gasping as he had just finished moving his hands. "Do you want to stay here and be beaten to death by them?"

Jiang Tong turned 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 was like the person who wanted to kill him that night was not him.

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

The man did not get close to him as he imagined, but just squatted down half a meter away and looked at Jiang Tong expressionlessly.

"I'm the one who followed you that day." He pulled the corner of his mouth, not as if he was laughing, but rather like a demonstration in a sense.

"I know……"

Jiang Tong answered very hard, but he was very determined. He had no choice but to retreat. He leaned against the wall and had nothing to use as a weapon at his hand, but even if there was, he knew that he had no chance of winning. Just look at these people who were lying on the ground and knew that he had almost no room for resistance in the face of such a strong man.

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 hurt every step he took was severe.

Indeed, he got rid of these people's entanglement, but he became even more scared.

Because the shadow of that man followed him tightly, just 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 when he saw his broken bicycle, but he really didn't dare to stay any longer. His fear made his heart beat very fast, so fast that it seemed as if it 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 planted 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 together to cover the sky. This feeling was very wonderful, as if the two people would not have any people who would intersect, 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 when your fingertips touch each other, everything is worth it.

So Jiang Tong likes Wutong at this season, which is a rare source of hope in his dark life.

He lowered his head and the shadow was still there. Jiang Tong could hold a tree every few steps, 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.

“Turn around.”

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 thought that this natural killer would definitely take him to a corner without anyone else, maybe he would directly kill him and dismember him into many pieces, or torture him with all means to satisfy his pleasure. Otherwise, he would never imagine what situation would be to allow a person to track another completely stranger in the dark, and not to seek money or satisfy his desires, he just wanted to kill people.

But he didn't expect that after giving orders, the murderer in his heart bent down and sat by the curb, raised his head and looked 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 eyelids had reached the present moment, like a water flowing through the 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 a little firmer, but his heart was still bulging. He swallowed and his Adam's apple rolled.

Leave your head back.

“cut!”

Kuncheng stood up, unable to suppress the surprise on his face, "It's 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 five or six times, they were 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 in a complete shot.

The dramatic tension between these two people was almost natural, better than he imagined to get the best possible result. Even Gao Kun's random lines, tone and rhythm were just right.

I really found a treasure.

Xia Xiqing let out a long sigh, and the constant tension suddenly relaxed. This feeling made people feel a little uncomfortable. He now understands why so many actors have bad emotions when acting. This job is really not something that ordinary people do.

Xiao Luo came over and held a small pink fan the size of a palm. As soon as he was about to speak, the fan in his hand was snatched by Zhou Ziheng. He didn't even blow it, and handed it to Xia Xiqing sitting next to him, "Is it hot? You can blow it quickly."

Xia Xiqing turned her head and looked at Zhou Ziheng who was sweating on her forehead, "You are hot."

"I'm not hot." Zhou Ziheng closed the fan and threw it into his arms. The makeup artist next to him smiled and slapped Zhou Ziheng's forehead 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 flows down with sweat."

Zhou Ziheng raised his head embarrassedly and smiled.

Xia Xiqing held the handle of the fan in his hand and curled the corners of his mouth. He turned on the switch, moved his butt to Zhou Ziheng, and next to him, holding the small fan between the two of them, and joking 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."

"It's about to." Xia Xiqing moved a little longer.

"Stop messing around, you two, you can't put on makeup." The makeup artist was amused by the two childish ghosts and kept laughing. Luo showed a 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..."
To be continued...