After retiring from the circle, he came out with the actor C

The mobile phone came from Zhong Heng, and Fang Xiaowei's number was always lying in it.

When Yue Jiayou received the text message, he was taken aback for a moment, and quickly reacted, and sent Fang Xiaowei a text message:

[Thank you Brother Fang, why is Mr. Zhong in the hospital? Is he injured? 】

He could probably guess that Zhong Heng was probably injured a little bit, and he didn't want to tell himself that Fang Xiaowei should be considered a tip-off, and when he turned around, he did say a few good words for him.

When Fang Xiaowei received a text message and his phone vibrated, Zhong Heng just stepped out of the consultation room.

Thinking about the text message that Yue Jiayou probably replied, Fang Xiaowei didn't dare to take out his mobile phone in front of Zhong Heng, for fear of being caught.

Seeing Fang Xiaowei's hesitation, Zhong Heng paused and said lazily, "Bring the phone?"

Fang Xiaowei's face turned green, he guessed 90.00% that he had already been seen through——

His boss, who has been in the entertainment industry for more than 20 years, looks old at the age of three, and has been a genius since he was a child, so he can't be fooled.

Forced to do so, after silently saying "I'm sorry Yue Jiayou" in his heart, Fang Xiaowei turned green and handed the phone out at the same speed as in slow motion.

Zhong Heng didn't pick up the phone, but opened his hands and looked at him, knowing: "I'm going to lie to you, who knows, it seems that you really told Yue Jiayou, you said everything, I still want your phone what?"

It is impossible to withdraw the text message, even if it can be withdrawn, Yue Jiayou probably has already read it, so it is definitely impossible to stop it now.

Fang Xiaowei didn't realize that he was cheated, and looked at his boss with a dull face: "You don't want your mobile phone anymore, so what do you want from me?"

"Smoke." Zhong Heng spoke succinctly, and signaled Fang Xiaowei to open the door with his eyes.

Fang Xiaowei has been with him for several years. Although it is a subordinate relationship, Fang Xiaowei's job already includes such trivial things as running errands, but most of the time, Zhong Heng doesn't ask him to do these small things for him.

He's not a broken limb, and he can't understand those artists who really treat themselves as emperors when they go out.

But Zhong Heng really couldn't push open the heavy metal fire door of the fire exit in front of him today.

According to the crew's arrangement, Zhong Heng would follow Wu Zhuoyang, who is the prototype of the character, to the underground boxing arena during the day to experience underground boxing and learn.

Although they had already learned boxing in a sports school before, they had only seen how fierce the most instinctive and primitive fighting can be when they really entered the underground boxing arena with no rules.

Boxing taught in sports schools is a sport with rules and techniques.

For boxers in underground boxing, boxing is a tool they rely on for a living. Only when it is exciting and intense enough can the audience stay.

Therefore, even if it is a sure-fire victory, the boxers will use the most ruthless moves amidst the cheers of the audience.

Forced by such a vicious circle, boxing can only continue to become more intense.

Therefore, underground boxing has no rules at all, and only the true absolute strength of a boxer is seen in the boxing ring.

The film crew and the boxing ring have reached an agreement that they will not disclose the information of the boxing ring to cause trouble for the ring, and the ring will also guarantee the most basic safety of Zhong Heng.

But in fact, although these games look bloody, the death rate is not very high. Most boxing venues will send injured players to the hospital.

The boxing ring also attaches great importance to the life of the boxer. After all, human life is not something that can be easily dealt with.

But many things other than life cannot be guaranteed.

Novices practice boxing, the way of punching and the way of using gloves can easily lead to wrist strain, the grip of the fist and the tightness of the hand binding will also affect the fist and forearm.

Even if the professional boxers in the boxing ring have been merciful, they can't hold back the damage from the boxer himself.

As a result, after a day of training, the joints of his hands had abrasions to varying degrees, and his wrists also had soft tissue contusions.In general, he can't even push the door with all his strength now.

Except for the worst hand, he has less serious scrapes and sprains all over his body, all large and small, accumulating, but compared with the hands, they are still good.

Fang Xiaowei came to his senses, and quickly opened the door for Zhong Heng, thinking that he had to find a chance to text Yue Jiayou back and report the situation.

One is the boss.

The other end is the boss and his little boyfriend.

Neither can be offended.

Finding that Fang Xiaowei ignored him, Zhong Heng walked into the smoking room in the stairwell, and asked again: "Xiao Fang, do you have any cigarettes, would you like one?"

When training during the day, people are always in a state of adrenaline surge, and it is difficult to feel the pain. Now when I relax, the pain immediately surges up.

"Ah? Yes, yes." Only then did Fang Xiaowei understand what Zhong Heng was asking for from him just now, he hurriedly touched his body everywhere, and his eyes were red when he lowered his head.

After touching it for a long time, Fang Xiaowei raised his head with an embarrassed expression: "Well... Boss... You forgot, I quit smoking with you for more than two years."

He didn't know what happened to Zhong Heng, he was still smoking more than two years ago, and he smoked even more during meetings.

The office is full of pipes, and when there is no one else, they can smoke during meetings.

Suddenly one day two years ago, Zhong Heng quit smoking.

Not only did he quit, but he also issued a no-smoking order to the entire team. If you want to smoke, you must go to the smoking room, and you cannot spread second-hand smoke to others.

At that time, Zhong Heng said that he was able to lead by example because he became an anti-smoking ambassador.

Only Zhong Heng himself knows that it doesn't matter whether smoking is banned or not, but the child he has been looking for for a long time has appeared before his eyes again.

Yue Jiayou was ten years younger than him, and Zhong Heng didn't know how to make up for the ten-year difference between them, so he had to grit his teeth and dig out the rest of his life.

Like a little old man saving a quarter of a cent.

It doesn't matter if you smoke less, eat less, or exercise for 5 minutes more, and save all the time, just hoping to shrink those ten years, and shrink again.

In fact, at that moment, he didn't even think about whether he wanted to do something or whether he wanted to appear in Yue Jiayou's life, but he had already started to think about the ten years difference between them.

He was just afraid that one day in the future, he would leave Yue Jiayou alone too early.

So Fang Xiaowei also passively quit smoking, and in a blink of an eye, it has been more than two years.

"Forget it, let's go, let's go back." Zhong Heng remembered that it was his fault, rubbed his forehead, and quietly wiped away the fine sweat.

Fang Xiaowei hesitated for a moment: "Where are you going?"

Did they come from the boxing gym, go back, back to the boxing gym?Or go back to their hotel?

"Boxing gym." Zhong Heng's tone was a little anxious, and he couldn't help kicking the door of the smoking room with the toe of his shoe: "Isn't there a match at 09:30 in the evening, I plan to play, please call and inform the team, please The doctor is working overtime, don't leave yet."

Zhong Heng didn't have much time to stay in Lincheng, so he had to seize every opportunity.

The script of "Fist of Rage" is a good script, and Ai Nan is also a good director. If he is invited to participate in such an excellent film, he must at least present a performance that is worthy of the script, the director, and the entire crew.

"Brother!" Fang Xiaowei immediately became anxious when he heard it, his face rarely showed reluctance, and his voice trembled a little: "Why bother! At least take a day off before going again? Director Ai won't really drive you to death, let alone him I dare not! Brother!"

"Brother! You are neither short of money nor famous. There is really no need for you to be that thankless person!"

The current film industry is no longer the film industry of the past.

Zhong Heng's first screen debut in the true sense was with Zhuo Yize's father, Zhuo Yang.

The famous directors of that generation were almost all involved in the torrent of the times and experienced social changes. They brought new ideas and their own characteristics, and they paid more attention to marginal figures in the selection of talents.

Being true and refusing to compromise is the first thing Zhong Heng learned.

Most of the current directors have long been accustomed to the configuration of bloody scripts, traffic stars, and capitalists. Ai Nan is the only director who is still persisting.

"Serious" has become somewhat ironic in this circle.

Fang Xiaowei was so excited that he almost wanted to curse, not even the boss.

"Xiao Fang, Director Ai is a good director." Zhong Heng leaned against the door frame of the smoking room, relaxing the tense muscles in his arms: "It is because I am not short of money or fame that I should be that thankless person .”

"Otherwise who will come?"

Others have to consider fame and fortune, but he doesn't have to.

With him around, Ai Nan doesn't have to worry about funds, and even submitting for trial will be more confident and bold.

If the theme of "Fist of Rage" wants to be released, I am afraid that it will take a lot of trouble in the future.

Zhong Heng looked at Fang Xiaowei calmly, without any wavering.

If even he is unwilling to make movies seriously, there will be fewer and fewer good directors like Ainan.

His life was destined to do most of the things he wanted to do since he was born, so every choice he made was what he really wanted to choose.

Including filming.

Fang Xiaowei was silent for a while, still a little resentful: "I see, I will send you back, you sacrificed your life for righteousness, sacrificed yourself for others, and I am a paid servant, what can I say?"

Zhong Heng knew that Fang Xiaowei was also angry, so he didn't say anything more, went outside and pressed the elevator, waited for the elevator to take a long breath, and said slowly: "I have a sense of proportion, I am not fooling around, and I am not disrespecting your treatment of me. care."

In the script, the boxer "Wu Ran" he plays will accidentally break into an underground boxing ring when he is desperate.

In the beginning, Wu Ran was just an ordinary rural youth with a desolate figure. He was beaten until he passed out the first time he played, and his arms and joints were removed the second time, but he got up abruptly.

At the beginning of this match, Wu Ran was a novice who knew nothing about boxing, and even got the promise of "if you lose, you can get 5000 yuan", he had no fighting spirit and no skills.

This is similar to Zhong Heng's current situation.

Now that he can't use his hands and has just started to learn boxing, this is the best opportunity to experience this plot.

Zhong Heng treats himself with such a cruel hand.

Besides, Yue Jiayou is probably determined to come tomorrow, so it's better to get on the stage before he comes, and when he comes tomorrow, he can't be beaten to the ground in front of him.

It's okay to be ashamed.

It's just that children should feel distressed.

Zhong Heng arrived at the underground boxing arena around eight o'clock and began to prepare.

Fang Xiaowei got off the car and explained the situation to the staff arranged by the crew. The doctors outside the venue were also ready, and the two entered the venue.

While Zhong Heng went in first, Fang Xiaowei took out his mobile phone and sent a message before following in.

Ainan was already waiting for them in the boxing ring.

As a director, he will naturally come to the scene, first to collect materials, but to adjust the performance according to Zhong Heng's reaction.

In the arena, the last match was going on.

The underground boxing ring is different from ordinary boxing.

In boxing matches in the black market, there are no scoring points for fighting matches, and there is no "click to stop". What the audience wants to watch is excitement.

The blood of the audience spurts, and the contestants shake their fists.

Whether they are spectators or boxers, they are all ordinary people. Some people are just ordinary chefs or programmers or other professions during the day, and some people devote all their energy and life to this place.

Wu Zhuoyang, the prototype of the movie character, is such a person.

He is 30 years old and looks very ordinary. When he went out to greet Zhong Heng, he looked like an ordinary passerby, nothing special.

To enter the boxing ring, you need to go through security checks, and you must be introduced by an acquaintance. Wu Zhuoyang is the acquaintance who introduced them and vouched for them.

The boxing arena is not as dim and smoky as in the movie. The lights are very bright, which is convenient for the audience to see clearly. It is not big, with only one or two hundred spectators.

The two contestants who were competing on the stage wrestled together, desperately hitting each other's head, abdomen and other key positions, mercilessly, and ruthless in every move.

One of them couldn't hold on any longer and fell down. After confirming that he couldn't get up again, the audience cheered wildly.

As artists and workers in the film and television industry, Zhong Heng, Fang Xiaowei and the staff of the crew have heard too many cheers from fans and audiences.

But there has never been a cheer like this.

Full of cruelty and indifference, cheering for blood and collision.

Everyone felt a little uncomfortable.

After the boxer fell down, his opponent did not step down, but rushed up again, picked up the opponent who had lost the ability to resist, and hit the ground again.

Until bloodstains appeared on the ring.

As the winner howls, the audience cheers, whose cheers are meant to be given to violence, intensify.

Fang Xiaowei pulled Zhong Heng again: "Brother..."

This level was too dangerous, and he panicked.

Zhong Heng shook his head silently: "The boxers we invite are measured, don't worry, I won't do this."

He looked at Ainan when he spoke, and then looked away.

"Thank you, brother." Ai Nan patted Zhong Heng's shoulder.

He is a northern man, not good at words, his gratitude to Zhong Heng is all sincere, and he intends to make a movie worthy of everyone with all his heart.

The field was cleaned up briefly, but the blood was wiped off, and the field for the next game was set up.

Someone stepped into the ring and said, "Next, we're going to invite the last boxer of the day. The red side is Zhang Wen, the boxing champion you are familiar with! The blue side is a newcomer to challenge the boxing champion, Zhong Yuxing, a boxer from Jingcheng!"

Zhong Heng removed his own name, made up a random person, and entered the ring wearing a protective gear.

One is to protect the key parts, and the other is to cover the face and body features so as not to be recognized.

After all, he is an actor. Even if he is not afraid of getting hurt, he still has to consider the progress of the filming of the entire crew. Some injuries that will affect the filming must at least be avoided.

The host on the stage shouted: "This game is a bit special. Tonight, we have no bets, only games!"

The audience immediately booed when they saw Zhong Heng's protective gear covering his face and important joints.

In an underground boxer's match, using protective gear is a despicable behavior, and no one will use protective gear in a real fight. The sound of punching to the flesh can also stimulate the nerves of the audience in the game.

Boxer Zhang Wen, who had communicated with the film crew, stepped into the ring, and they had communicated with the bottom line of the competition.

The spotlights were turned on, and amidst overwhelming cheers, the boxing match soon began.

The boxer Zhang Wen invited by the crew used to be the coach of Jingcheng Sanda Base and won several fighting competitions, but unfortunately went bankrupt because of the failure of investing in the martial arts gym, and finally gradually reached the point of fighting underground black boxing.

Zhang Wen and Zhong Heng are about the same height, body and weight.

However, there is no way to make up for the skill.

What's more, in Zhong Heng's script, he has no fighting spirit now and should have been knocked down.

Just when the game started, Zhong Heng was a little overwhelmed and was repeatedly forced to retreat by Zhang Wen.

The surrounding audience had already entered into a boil, and began to cheer desperately, cheering for Zhang Wen and booing for Zhong Heng.

The sound poured into the eardrums, Zhong Heng could only hear the roaring shouts besides the wind brought by the fists on the opposite side.

The fist on the other side was swift and fierce, with the sound of hunting wind, and there was almost no way to dodge it.

Every time he punches, he needs to endure the pain from his wrist and joints while attacking.

The pain that had been relieved after treatment became more acute.

Zhong Heng was knocked down once.

"Go down!"

"Hit him!"

"Disappointing! Who wants to see this! Refund the ticket!"

……

Among the shouts in the audience, a clear shout suddenly appeared:

"climb up!"

That voice was very familiar.

"Fang Xiaowei!" Zhong Heng seldom wanted to swear, his forehead was covered with sweat, and there was a vague sense of panic in his heart that he had done something bad behind the child's back.

Isn't Yue Jiayou supposed to come tomorrow?

How could it appear here at this moment.

Yue Jiayou saw this scene, and he would probably get angry with himself later.

It's really hard to coax a child when he gets angry.

While the mind was blank, the voice shouted again: "You have the guts to get up, but you got up!"

"Fuck!"

Zhong Heng usually supervised Yue Jiayou and forbade the children from swearing, but finally he couldn't help himself and stood up with his elbows propped on the ground.

Zhang Wen glanced at Zhong Heng in surprise, and asked him with his mouth: "Do we want to stop here?"

Back then, he had nowhere to go in boxing.

After reading the script, he felt the same way. The crew gave enough money, and he quickly agreed to cooperate.

What's more, with Zhong Heng's identity, when he punched, his hands were shaking, and even the audience could see that he was very hesitant to punch, and he almost abstained directly.

However, Zhong Heng shook his head, clenched his fists and stood up.

Zhang Wen and him looked at each other, sighed, and there was some admiration in their eyes.

A novice who has only learned boxing for less than a month usually has a huge psychological pressure on the stage. Being knocked down once and then getting back up means that for a novice, he will be knocked down again.

Therefore, most novices will choose not to get up when they are knocked down for the first time.

Zhang Wen waved his fist.

"boom!"

A blue mask fell off.

It happened so suddenly.

The moment the mask fell to the ground, the entire boxing ring fell silent.

Zhang Wen's uppercut just happened to knock off Zhong Heng's mask, revealing his face.

Zhong Heng followed closely behind, punched backhand, and finally succeeded in making an effective attack, raised his fist and punched Zhang Wen in return.

Although he had never practiced free combat, Zhong Heng also had some karate foundation in the past, and after finally finding the rhythm, he punched mercilessly.

At the same time as there was a tingling pain in his wrist, Zhang Wen also took a step back, and his footsteps were a bit chaotic.

And as the mask rolled off, the surrounding spectators recognized his identity and shouted:

"Is this the clock! What's the clock!"

"It's Mr. Zhong's grandson! I recognize him!"

"Is that person the actor!"

"Fuck me, why is he wearing a mask, it's actually Zhong Heng!"

"Fuck! The person standing next to me is Yue Jiayou!"

The identities of the crew members were discovered, and there was no way for the match to continue. The underground boxing arena was mixed with fish and dragons, and safety became the top priority at the moment.

The staff quickly rushed up and protected Zhong Heng to evacuate from the backcourt.

Yue Jiayou followed Fang Xiaowei and Wu Zhuoyang, and walked towards the back door.

Surrounded by loud shouts, shouts and surprised questions.

The staff of the crew explained to the audience in the center of the venue that this is the crew experiencing life, there will be no confusion, no other consequences, and no filming.

Yue Jiayou didn't care about the chaos, his face was extremely ugly.

Zhong Heng was immediately helped into the parked car in the backfield, and the doctor began to treat his wound.

Yue Jiayou opened the door with a cold face and stepped into the car.

The young man spread his legs and sat in the back with a big face, silently showing his presence.

Zhong Heng also couldn't figure out Yue Jiayou's current mood, hesitating how to speak to Yue Jiayou, so that it would be easier to coax the child.

Fang Xiaowei sensed that the atmosphere was not right, got out of the car consciously, and took the driver with him before getting out.

On Zhong Heng's side, he informed Yue Jiayou, everything from the injury to the match time to the match venue, and even Yue Jiayou was brought in by him, the boss probably already guessed it.

On Yue Jiayou's side, he didn't stop the boss from committing suicide, so Yue Jiayou must be angry too.

In short, in this situation, no one wants to see him, he should go down by himself first.

So only Zhong Heng, Yue Jiayou and the doctor were left in the car.

There was an awkward silence for a while.

Zhong Heng remained expressionless, trying to think of an excuse before the doctor treated the wound.

Yue Jiayou was also expressionless, waiting for Zhong Heng to think of an excuse.

The doctor dared not speak anymore.

If he wasn't a doctor, he would also want to go down with Fang Xiaowei, who would want to stay here facing a face that hides anger and another face that is guilty of guilt.

The doctor treated the wound as quickly as possible, and quickly left the Shura field, without even telling Zhong Heng the doctor's order, and went out and turned around to talk to Fang Xiaowei.

In the car, Zhong Heng gritted his teeth and looked at the pack of cigarettes beside the driver's seat.

"Cigarette." He glanced at Yue Jiayou, with a deep voice, trying his best to suppress the impatience that gradually spread due to the pain in his voice, and turned his head to prevent Yue Jiayou from seeing the cold sweat in his hair.

Come and calm down first.

I haven't smoked for more than two years, and this time it really hurts, worse than in the hospital in the afternoon.

The last time it hurt like this was probably when I fell off a horse while filming. It has been four or five years.

The boy suddenly turned sideways, and bit down on Zhong Heng's lower lip, which had lost some color.

He was in front of him, what could be more numb to pain than kissing?

Zhong Heng raised his head slightly, and kissed the young man in a manner almost biting, the corners of his mouth soon filled with the smell of blood like rust, and slightly salty.

Yue Jiayou's eyes were red, there were faint wet marks on the drooping eyelashes, and his throat was choked:

"I'm here, what are you smoking?"

"kiss Me."