This actor is a bit sweet

It was a bit chilly in the living room, the man buttoned the first and second unbuttoned buttons of his shirt, and put his hands with long, slender fingers and knuckles into his trousers pockets.

He wandered in the huge living room.

A pair of shiny leather shoes made a "da da" sound on the same polished wooden floor, a little hurried, just like the mood of the man at the moment.

A tall and thin man of some age hunched over in a hurry, stood up in front of the man, and asked respectfully, "Master, what's the matter?"

"Uncle Ming, tell me honestly, what happened to my parents!" The man was very anxious, and his hands in his trouser pockets unconsciously clenched into fists.

"Master, I don't know..."

Ming Feng, the old housekeeper of this family climbed up wrinkles on his forehead, and continued to say anxiously, "Master and Madam haven't come back for three days, we sent someone to look for it outside, and the police have already reported it, but so far there is still no one. The news, the young master is anxious, I know, but why am I not anxious!"

"Uncle Ming, I don't understand why you refuse to tell the truth." The man quickly put his hands on Ming Feng's shoulders, bent slightly, with a serious and serious expression.

"Young master..." Ming Feng looked embarrassed.

Time passed by every minute and every second, the living room was not hot, but sweat slowly seeped on Mingfeng's forehead.

The anticipation in the man's eyes was so strong that Ming Feng just wanted to turn his face away and stop looking into his dark eyes.

"Say it, huh?" He was waiting, waiting for an answer, "Say it..."

Mingfeng took a deep breath, and finally made up his mind to tell the fact that the dust has settled and cannot be changed.

"Young Master... Master and Madam were given by Boss Hei... to... oh..." Ming Feng couldn't continue, and could only let out a long sigh.

The man, or Han Qi, if he was hit hard, his eyes were red at that moment, and he kept his eyes open to keep the tears from falling.

He shook his head lightly, as if he was negating what Mingfeng said.

The hands on Mingfeng's shoulders moved away slowly, dropped to the sides of his body, and clenched into fists again.

"Master... my condolences..."

As if he had never heard of it, Han Qi turned his head slowly, and his eyes fell on the group photo hanging on the white wall.

The man on the right looks about 40 years old, with a combed back and round-rimmed glasses with gold wire. He is gentle and gentle, making people feel that he is a cultural person at a glance.

The woman standing beside him had black long hair slightly curly, wearing a dignified and elegant white long dress, embellished with beads and flowers, smiling like a flower, and she had the temperament of a classical beauty.

And the young man on the far left is obviously Han Qi who is standing in front of the group photo in a daze at this moment.

This photo should have been taken a few years ago. Han Qi was about twenty at the time, with soft bangs, a sunny and hearty smile, and a clean youthful air.

The vintage gold-encrusted photo frame surrounded the smiling family, as if protecting them.

But now, this home...

Such a seemingly simple scene is not so easy to actually perform.

It is not easy to control Han Qi's eyes changes after hearing his parents' death, as well as his movements.If you don't restrain yourself a little, you will appear to be using too much force, and if your emotions are not in place, you will appear frivolous.

Ke Shangqing's scene made the staff present stunned for a while, and felt very enjoyable at the same time.

"sharp……"

After the scene ended, Wu Mianchu stayed on the spot for a long time before recovering, and sighed softly, but it happened to fall into the ears of Ke Shangqing who was walking towards him.

"What's so great?" Ke Shangqing took the script from Wu Mian, flipped through it, and asked casually.

Wu Mian replied: "The eyes are amazing, the lines are also amazing, everything is amazing!"

"It's amazing everywhere, are you serious? Huh?" Ke Shangqing's lips raised a small arc, and there was even a smile in his tone.

Ke Shangqing's last modal particle "um" raised slightly, tickling Wu Mian's heart.

Wu Mian loves and hates Ke Shangqing's provocative without knowing it. Sometimes, he is really afraid that he will not be able to restrain himself.

"Shang Qing!"

Wu Mian opened her lips and was about to say something when she heard someone calling Ke Shangqing not far ahead.

is the director.

Ke Shangqing turned around and smiled at the director, with a gentle tone, "What's wrong with the director?"

"Come here and I'll tell you about the play." The chubby director waved to him and called him over.

"Okay." Ke Shangqing held the script in his hand, patted Wu Mian on the shoulder and walked towards the director.

Wu Mian stood there looking away, with a complex and unpredictable expression.

The two of them seemed to be chatting happily, and laughter came from the small area where they were staying.

Ke Shangqing's laughter is nothing, but the director's laughter can be said to be very magical.

**

Time passed quickly, and another day passed like this.

At night, stars dotted the night sky.

Ke Shangqing was lying on the bed, tossing and turning for some reason, unable to sleep.

He lay flat on the soft and comfortable big bed, looked at the ceiling and thought of the article written by that fan for no reason.

He was puzzled, whether the articles written by his two film and television characters as the protagonists were fanfiction?

After thinking for a while, Ke Shangqing decided to seek help from "Baidu".

He turned over, lay on his side and reached out to grab his cell phone from the bedside table.

WeChat is on the right side of Baidu. Ke Shangqing wanted to check, but accidentally clicked on WeChat.

Ahem... Everyone has slippery hands.

Let's just click on it. Ke Shangqing found Wu Mian from the contact list and sent a message.

It was just past eleven o'clock at that time, if Wu Mian fell asleep, it would be fine, but he was awake.

Wu Mian quickly came to Ke Shangqing's room wearing his gray and white plaid pajamas.

"Wu Mian, tell me about the fanfiction that I didn't understand two days ago." Ke Shangqing sat by the bed, pointed to the single sofa beside him and told Wu Mian to sit down and talk.

Feeling tired, Wu Mian replied, "Boss, sometimes you don't need to be so thirsty for knowledge."

"Sometimes, the thirst for knowledge can't be stopped when it comes." Ke Shangqing looked at Wu Mian, with innocence written in his starry eyes.

Well, it is indeed the actor Ke Shangqing who has won the best actor award.

"Then you can check it out..."

Ke Shangqing explained to Wu Mian again: "I think if I have a ready-made teacher to teach me, I will understand faster and deeper."

Wu Mian was helpless, how could he want to let Ke Shangqing understand more deeply?

But there is no way, and he can't make it up. He can only truthfully tell Ke Shangqing what is "Tongrenwen" and what is "Narcissus".

Ke Shangqing listened carefully. He expressed that he was very happy and learned new knowledge today.

It's just that some people are happy and others are worried.

After that, Ke Shangqing didn't ask any more questions about humanities or "narcissus", but talked with Wu Mian about his previous plays.

He knew that Wu Mian had always been his fan, and he should know something about the roles he played.

He was on a whim right now, and suddenly wanted to hear Wu Mian's comments on his previous roles and previous plays.

However, what he didn't expect was that Wu Mian was not willing to talk much at first, and after a few words, he changed to "talking with eloquence".

And his analysis was very serious and in place, Ke Shangqing couldn't help nodding, and made up a few points that Wu Mian missed from time to time.

For a moment, the distance between the two seemed to be drawn closer, like friends who have been chatting together for many years, and the chat was hearty.

Ke Shangqing saw light in Wu Mian's eyes.

This kind of light is the joy and love that people will unconsciously reveal before seeing or talking about the things they like, just like starlight.

After the chat was over, Ke Shangqing only felt happy physically and mentally, and felt refreshed all over. He lay back on the bed again, and he soon fell asleep peacefully.

I fell asleep until I was woken up by the morning call the next morning.

Today is Thursday, the third day they filmed "The Desperado".

Ke Shangqing has always allowed Wu Mian to read his script, but Wu Mian has never opened even a page, because he only wants to watch Ke Shangqing act, and does not want to be spoiled in advance.

But this time, because of Ke Shangqing's evaluation of the script, Wu Mian couldn't help turning it back.

At the end of the play, Zhang Lan died in Han Qi's arms, and Han Qi continued to flee for his life alone.

Zhang Lan's younger brother was a subordinate of Hei Boss, and was killed by Han Qi and Ming Feng when they were chasing after them.

Probably due to the arrangement of fate, she met Han Qi, so she approached him with a heart of revenge.

It is true to fall in love with Han Qi, and it is also true to be reluctant to do it, so the final outcome can only be that she dies to save Han Qi.

In the scene filmed this afternoon, Han Qi was driving a motorcycle all the way, with Boss Hei's subordinates chasing after him.

This is a very dangerous scene. The director pursues real shooting, and Ke Shangqing is determined not to use a double. Standing by the side, Wu Mian feels his heart is in his throat.

In one movement, Ke Shangqing leaned forward on the motorcycle and almost touched the ground. Wu Mian stood aside, clenched his fists, breathing rapidly, more nervous than the man on the motorcycle.

Ke Shangqing knows how to drive a motorcycle, but not to such a degree that it almost sticks to the ground.

He took a deep breath and let it out again heavily. He glanced at Wu Mian and moved to the director. He nodded slightly to indicate that he was ready.

Under the director's "action", the motorcycle rushed out with a "woo".

Wu Mian saw Ke Shangqing slowly leaning to the left after turning on his full horsepower, the angle formed by the ground and the motorcycle made him suffocate for a while.

There was only a "bang", and when no one expected it, the motorcycle fell to the concrete floor, and Ke Shangqing wiped the ground for several meters before stopping.

Everyone was dumbfounded. Wu Mian reacted first, rushed over to help Ke Shangqing up, with great worry in his eyes, "Boss, how are you?"

"It's okay, fortunately I'm wearing protective gear." Ke Shangqing took off his helmet, shook his head, and said this lightly.

Several crew members, including the director, surrounded Ke Shangqing. Wu Mian was worried about letting others watch, so she checked Ke Shangqing's body carefully from top to bottom.

He breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that he was indeed fine, except for some minor scratches in some places.

The director asked Ke Shangqing to sit on a chair and rest for half an hour before starting filming, but Ke Shangqing was unwilling, not even applying ointment now.

He felt that if he took a break, it would slow down everyone's progress, and the feeling of being overwhelmed just now came up, so he should strike while the iron is hot and continue shooting.