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Fu Zeming lay motionless on the ground, his clothes were covered in blood, if he hadn't opened his eyes, his chest was still heaving violently, he would have been no different from a real corpse.Shooting fighting scenes is prone to accidents, the photographer was the closest, and hurriedly stepped forward to ask him if he was injured anywhere, and two staff members and Yuan Yuan also ran over to help him.

Fu Zeming finally came back to his senses and stood up on his own. The photographer asked again: "Do you feel any discomfort?" Fu Zeming shook his head, but when Yuan Yuan held his arm, he found that his skin was cold Consciously shaking.

This scene was over once, and Fang Rong asked the doctors in the team to check the bodies of Zhu Xia and Fu Zeming. Fortunately, both of them had only minor bumps.Zhu Xia was a little bit worse. He vomited too much just now, crying while vomiting, and finally vomited out his stomach and even vomited bile. To prevent him from mild dehydration, the doctor mixed a glass of glucose water for him to drink.

Fang Rong had prepared for a whole day to grind this murder scene, but the two actors performed better than he expected, and the crew could call it a day at four o'clock in the afternoon.Normally, he would have asked the coordinator to bring tomorrow's scene to today's filming, but today he made an exception and let everyone go back to the hotel and move around freely.

This scene seriously exhausted Zhu Xia and Fu Zeming's energy. Last night they stayed up until the early hours of the morning before going to bed. After returning to the hotel, they went to bed and fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, Zhu Xia woke up from the cold, and he kicked the quilt away and piled it at the end of the bed, but anyway, he was full of sleep, so he got up and sat on the bed for 2 minutes.

There was no light in the room, and it was pitch black in front of my eyes, but after getting used to it, I could roughly see the furnishings in the room. Zhu Xia got out of bed, walked barefoot to Fu Zeming's bedside, squatted down and stared at Fu Zeming's face.

In fact, even if he got so close, he couldn't fully see Fu Zeming's appearance, but he just wanted to make sure that this person was still breathing.

Fu Zeming was also woken up by hunger even now, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a black shadow lying beside the bed, which shocked him a lot.Zhu Xia was also taken aback by Fu Zeming who suddenly opened his eyes, stood up and took two steps back.

Fu Zeming reached out to turn on the wall lamp by the bed, and the room was brightened immediately. He squinted his eyes to get used to the light. Zhu Xia had already retreated to his bed and sat down to look at him. Zhu Xia had a strange look in his eyes, as if looking at him, but not As if looking at him.

Fu Zeming fell asleep and had already adjusted his state for the play, but Zhu Xia obviously didn't slow down, watching his eyes dodge.Fu Zeming lifted the quilt, sat on the edge of the bed, looked at Zhu Xia, and said, "The filming is over, we can talk now."

Zhu Xia was taken aback for a moment before he remembered this. He had obviously been holding back for the past three days, but he could really talk to Fu Zeming, but he didn't know what to say.

Finally Fu Zeming saw that he was silent, and asked, "Are you hungry?"

The two of them only had brunch, and they slept until one o'clock in the morning. Zhu Xia vomited out his stomach before. When Fu Zeming asked him, he felt his chest sticking to his back, and he answered honestly, "Hungry."

Fu Zeming got up and went to the kitchen to make supper. The simple kitchen can't make complicated food, and now both of them are really hungry and can't wait. Fu Zeming made two bowls of egg noodles with tomato, brought them to the living room, and sat down with Zhu Xia for supper .

"Is there enough to eat?" Fu Zeming asked sitting behind the glass coffee table with an apron tied to his body.

Seeing him like this, Zhu Xia regained a lot of intimacy that belonged to Fu Zeming, and nodded while drinking the soup to indicate that it was enough.After eating the noodles, Fu Zeming took off the apron and handed it to Zhu Xia as usual, and also helped to bring the dishes to the kitchen, then stood at the door to watch Zhu Xia wash the dishes with the apron tied on.

When he returned to the bedroom, Fu Zeming asked, "Do you want to talk now?"

Zhu Xia recovered a bit, at least he could look at Fu Zeming's face properly. He hesitated for a moment and asked, "Fu Zeming, can we shake hands?" Fu Zeming stood up from the bed and walked to Zhu Xia. He stretched out his hand to him, and Zhu Xia also reached out to hold him. Fu Zeming's skin was warm, but Zhu Xia's fingertips were cold. When they clasped their hands, the warmth was transmitted to each other.

Zhu Xia let go of his hand first, as if he finally waited for someone to shout "click" in his head.He looked up at Fu Zeming, thinking that the whole crew had seen his crying and throwing up in the afternoon, and said awkwardly, "I don't know what happened. After I stabbed you, I suddenly couldn't tell what I stabbed." Who is it, and the smell of blood is too strong once the blood bag is broken, I smell very disgusting, I usually don’t have this problem, but I can’t control it and vomit in the afternoon.”

"The filming of this scene is over." Fu Zeming patted Zhu Xia's head.

Zhu Xia was taken aback for a moment. After reaching a certain age, most men would start to mind other people touching their head. Zhu Xia was also like this. After he was 12 years old, Lu Yunbo didn't even touch his head.But Fu Zeming patted this lightly, with a sense of intimacy, and he looked like a big brother. Zhu Xia didn't feel offended, but just didn't get used to it.

Zhu Xia scratched her hair, said "um" unnaturally, and said, "The first thing I wanted to do in a movie was for this murder scene, because Director Fang said that I was going to play a murderer. I think I won’t have the experience of killing in real life in this life, so it’s not bad to try it in a movie.”

Fu Zeming returned to his bed and sat down, and said in a firm tone: "You have experienced it."

Zhu Xia smiled wryly and said: "It's a super value experience. I actually thought that no matter how you say it, the movie is not real, and the experience is limited, but this afternoon I found—" He choked up, his voice became low, "It turns out that making a movie can really kill people. In the end, when you were lying on the ground, I felt like I really killed you. You bled all over the floor, and you were still staring at me when you died."

Fu Zeming inevitably thought of the scene in the afternoon, the pushing, beating, the dazzling sunlight, the blood on the brick wall, the stabbing knife... He can still recall the feeling of numbness in his back when filming.

"Do you still want to be an actor in the future?" Fu Zeming asked.

He began to understand why Lu Yunbo didn't want Zhu Xia to be an actor. Zhu Xia possessed the congenital conditions that many actors dream of: excellent appearance, good vocal cord shape, strong perception ability... Even his childish personality is an advantage, because just In terms of acting, children are the most intelligent. They will not doubt the situation set by others, and can put the most authentic emotions into the performance.

But this kind of performance that blends the self with the character is very painful for the actors, because what they consume is their self, and it will be more difficult than ordinary actors to play.

It’s okay to play a relatively ordinary character. If you receive a special role, such as a murderer like "Puppy", then the actor will really have the illusion of murder after the filming is over, like Zhu Xia afternoon crying and vomiting, that is Feelings of guilt and nausea arose.

But Zhu Xia's current acting skills are immature, almost instinctive, and Fang Rong tried his best to control his true colors. The relationship between him and the character is more of substitution than blending. As long as the specific atmosphere in the movie disappears, he can return to daily life.

Zhu Xia thought for a while in silence before slowly answering: "I feel that making a movie is a bit scary now, but I still want to try being an actor."