Stop posting about my idol!

To be honest, Wang Ziyue was so tired that he was about to spit milk after a day of filming, but the criticality of this last scene is self-evident.Sun Jinghui's role was not good enough, and in the end, he had to perform well in the dying scene to impress the audience and the judges of the Lan Swan Award.

On the set, the actors and actresses who played Sun Jinghui's parents were covered in blood plasma, and their arms and calves were folded back to imply that the Sun family and his wife were brutally abused by Gao Qiutong during their lifetime.

In order to adjust the lighting, two middle-aged actors had to lie motionless on the ground.Playing a dead body is hard work, and playing a dying person is even more difficult.

Sun Jinghui died of an old illness suddenly. The original book never clarified exactly what kind of disease Sun Jinghui had, and the TV adaptation did not perfect this setting.

Prince Yue really didn't know how to act, so he took the script to ask Qian Linhai, and Qian Linhai said that he could refer to the symptoms of asthma, but it shouldn't be too similar to asthma.After all, Sun Jinghui can suppress congenital diseases by practicing martial arts. If it is obvious that it develops into asthma, the audience will think it is unscientific.

It is really difficult to be like asthma, but not too much like asthma.

Wang Ziyue has also seen the scene in the movie where the protagonist suddenly fell ill before.Even from the audience's point of view, he admired the acting skills of the actors on the screen.How can a healthy person act out the physical symptoms of blue veins, flushed face, and painful wheezing?Could it be that the director is scratching the soles of his feet desperately outside the camera?This is too professional.

My eyes are dazzled after reviewing the script.The more the prince simply put down the script, closed his eyes, and did a set of standard eye exercises.

I was happily scraping my temples, when suddenly I felt someone standing in front of me.

who?Who will carry out the sneak attack? !

The more busy the prince opened his eyes, a child was staring at him angrily.

"Edamame?"

The more the prince saw Maodou's shape, he laughed out loud, "Hahaha, why did you become like this?"

"Ugh..."

Maodou whimpered and grabbed the hem of his clothes in a particularly aggrieved way.

Mao Dou plays two roles in "The Jade Sword", one is Sun Jinghui as a child, and the other is Sun Jinghui's younger brother Sun Jingzhao.According to the timeline of the plot, Sun Jingzhao is still a toddler at this time.

But Maodou is five years old this year, not a two- or three-year-old child at all.Therefore, the stylist of "Sapphire Sword" racked his brains to make a child look tender and young.

The Maodou kid put on a small gown and shorts, combed a vigorous braid, and put on two extra-heavy blush on Xiaoyuan's face, like a clay figurine doll.

Why does this kid look like a cartoon so I want to kiss him!

The prince laughed so much that tears were about to come out, kneading Maodou's face like kneading dough.

Maodou waved his short hands and struggled desperately, complaining aggrievedly: "Brother IPAD is bullying!"

"Hey, little ancestor, don't shout."

The prince quickly raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, "Does it hurt you? I'm not working hard."

Maodou desperately shook her head and swung her braids back and forth, crying, "It's not you who bullied me, it's another IPAD brother."

Shen Weiqi is still thousands of miles away, how can he bully Maodou?It's really like sitting at home, and the pot comes from the sky.

Wang Ziyue hugged Maodou into his arms and asked him, "Tell brother, why did Shen Weiqi mess with you?"

Maodou looked at Wang Ziyue pitifully, and confided bitterly: "He told me to grab the jade sword fragment of the fairy sister, and said that as long as I got it, he would teach me English. In the end, he ran away! No one did my English homework for me." Already! The big liar woo woo woo—"

The children were almost crying because of their English homework, and the prince burst into laughter heartlessly: "Hahaha——Shen Weiqi writes homework for elementary school students hahaha——"

Maodou was so angry that she hugged the prince and acted more coquettishly: "Brother~ You get that foreigner brother back, I want him, I want him!"

The prince wiped away the tears that came out of laughter, held Maodou's small round face, and said very seriously: "He is mine, I can't give it to you."

Maodou frowned, and said with a puckered mouth, "Why are you gay in gay?"

The more the prince was poked at the inexplicable point of laughter, his whole face turned red.

"Child Maodou, your English level has reached its peak, do you still need someone to help you with your homework?"

"Hmph, you don't understand my pain at all."

"Okay, okay, I don't understand, I don't understand. But I understand that the filming will start soon, good boy, go back."

Said, the prince got up and put the edamame back on the ground.

Maodou gave him a sad look, then went to the wing dejectedly.

The prince patted his clothes more and was about to enter the venue when he suddenly caught a glimpse of the toolbox left by the stylist on the table.

The large-capacity folding toolbox is overloaded with all kinds of cosmetics and gadgets. I really don't know how stylists can find what they want accurately and quickly in a jungle of cosmetics.

"Hey, there is!"

The more the prince thought about it, he searched in the toolbox, and soon found a short wooden hairpin.

The thin end of the hairpin was round in shape and hard in texture, the more the prince poked the palm of his hand with the pointed end, the pain was excruciating but it would not cut the skin.

The prince was more satisfied. He held the hairpin in his left hand and hid it in his sleeve. He picked up the sapphire sword prop with his right hand and rushed to the photography area excitedly.

After the venue, equipment and actors were all ready, Qian Linhai gave an order: "ACTION."

Filming of Sun Jinghui's deathbed scene begins!

The once cozy courtyard of our family was terribly cold and windy, and hundreds of resentful spirits of the Sun family were mourning and weeping.

The prince showed a flustered and bewildered expression, and staggered into the front yard of Sun's house with his sword in hand.

The miserable corpses were scattered in the pond under the tree in front of the porch.The extras who played the servants all twisted their limbs, looked horrified, and were covered in plasma.

The prince walked in the courtyard tremblingly, looking around the bloody slaughter scene in the courtyard like a frightened fawn.

"How did this happen? How did it become like this?"

Big and big teardrops fell down, and his delicate face was stained with blood and tears.

His pale lips were trembling weakly, and he shouted, "Father, mother, the son is back—"

There was silence all around, and the bluestone road in the courtyard was stained with black blood.

"Father...Mother..."

The prince walked closer to the front hall, looking sad and desperate.

It was only a few steps from the courtyard to the vestibule, but he had walked all his life.

Perhaps Sun Jinghui's young and sad life turned into these short steps in the end...

The two carved wooden doors in the front hall vaguely reveal the scene inside the house, and the prince walked up the steps step by step.

When he reached the door, he stopped and hesitated.

He knew what the scene would look like behind the door, but he didn't dare to look at it.

There is no child in the world who can bear the death of his parents.Gao Qiutong couldn't, so he passed the pain on to Sun Jinghui, and to countless innocent souls in Youzhou City.

Sun Jinghui didn't dare to look at it, but he had to.

When the obsessed Gao Qiutong mentioned the Sun family's parents maliciously, Sun Jinghui's disease—the disease that had been dormant in the depths of his body for 20 years—began to slowly wake up.

The disease thrived on his flesh and blood, quickly encroaching on his body.

This is a debt that is 20 years in arrears.

It's time to pay off.

Sun Jinghui knew what the scene would look like behind the door, so he didn't dare to look at it.

But he has to see.

Prince Yue stood in front of the door, his eyes blurred with tears.

He was not wailing loudly, beating his chest and stamping his feet, nor was he weeping silently, but was panting violently.The tears kept flowing, and he couldn't hear his cries, only the rapid breathing of dying, like a drowning person struggling in a deep pool, all internal organs were burned by fire.

Suddenly, Wang Ziyue's figure shook, as if he couldn't stand up anymore.

With a cry of pain, he grabbed the skirt of his chest with his left hand, bent his knees, and slowly knelt down on the cold and hard stone steps in front of the door.

The heart-pounding colic swept over, starting from the heart, and the fatal pain tormented his body like a mountain, and the tragic fate finally crushed his soul.

"Father...Mother..."

The more the prince tried his best, he lifted the sapphire sword tremblingly.

"My son is here... My son is here to see you..."

The tip of the sword pressed against the door and slowly pushed it open.

squeak-

The door opened.

The camera zoomed in, and everything was bright red.

Red.

All are red.

The snow-white walls are red, the bluestone floor is red, and even the ceiling is splashed with red.

The couplets hanging on the wall are red, and they were written by Dad himself.The landscape painting in the middle of the couplet is red, which is the dowry brought by the mother back then.

The celadon flower pot is red, and the gentle lotus flower raised in water is also dyed red.

The square table is red, and the grand master chair is red. Obviously, my mother has someone wipe it carefully every day, but they are still dirty after all.

There were teapots and teacups on the square table, and a teacup fell to the ground, spilling red tea.

Dad and mother fell to the ground.

Both father and mother are red.

Red.

All are red.

He closed his eyes.

Growing up, he cried many, many times.Now, his tears are finally gone.

Never cry again in this life.

"Father, mother! Where are you? Can Xiao Zhao come out?"

Childish voices came from the backyard.

The prince opened his eyes sharply.

The child begged pitifully: "Can Xiao Zhao come out? Xiao Zhao is so hungry, woo woo woo..."

Wang Ziyue's eyes instantly ignited hope.

He looked around and asked loudly: "Xiao Zhao, Xiao Zhao, brother is here to look for you, where are you?"

The child suddenly became excited and said happily, "Brother? It's really a brother!"

"Xiao Zhao, where are you?" The prince searched more anxiously, "Brother can't find you."

The child replied, "I'm in the wing—"

The prince raised his sleeves and wiped away the blood and tears on his face.

Then, he gritted his teeth and supported the long sword, stood up unsteadily, and walked towards the wing with his feet shuffling.

He held the sapphire sword in his right hand to support his body, and his left hand tightly grasped the position of his heart, his knuckles turned white with force.

"Haha...haha..."

The more painful the prince was breathing, he had to stop for a while after taking a step, and then he gritted his teeth and walked forward.

The originally pale cheeks turned red at some point, and the veins in the temples swelled and trembled violently.The congenital illness broke out fiercely and urgently, and he walked into the wing step by step, while the little ghost from the underworld stood behind him.

Outside the shooting area, the assistant asked worriedly: "What's going on? The actor didn't really suffer from some acute illness, did he?"

"No, no."

The photographer adjusts the lens and slowly zooms in on the focus.

"what happened?"

The director is also here.

The cameraman gave way, and the director bent down to get closer to the viewfinder.

The camera took a close-up of the actor's left hand at a tricky angle.Through the slender fingers, one can see a hairpin hidden in the actor's hand.

The tip of the hairpin pierced straight into the palm, and the tender flesh of the palm was so red that it was about to bleed.

The director returned the camera to the photographer and ordered: "Change the angle, don't pat his hand, let him continue acting."

"Xiao Zhao...Xiao Zhao...my brother is here..."

While panting in pain, the prince struggled to open the door latch of the wing.

As soon as the door opened, he lost his support and immediately fell to the ground.

"elder brother--"

A small figure immediately rushed to his side, with tears in the clear eyes.

The prince turned sideways with more difficulty, raised his hand tremblingly, and gently stroked the young child's cheek.

He smeared a few bright red bloodstains on the round, pink and tender cheeks.

"Xiao Zhao...how do you...how do you..."

The little boy cried and held the prince's bloody hand, explaining: "Someone came last night, mother asked me to hide under the bed and locked the door of the wing room. Brother, how is mother?"

The prince fell to the ground, his pupils gradually dilated, his lips were dry and pale, and his voice was faint and distant like a ghost.

"Xiao Zhao... my brother is sick... can you go and get medicine for my brother?"

Hearing this, the young boy stood up in panic.

"Where is the medicine? I'll get it now!"

"The medicine is... at the pharmacy at the entrance of the town...remember what my brother said...go through the back door, never go through the front yard...you, take this with you..."

The prince took hold of the young boy's little hand, and put the sapphire sword into his palm, moving slowly and firmly.

The young boy was crying loudly while holding the sapphire sword which was taller than him, his little face was flushed from crying.

"Brother...I don't want to go...don't leave me alone..."

The prince laughed more and said gently: "Xiao Zhao, it's okay, brother is going to find his father and mother, don't be afraid. Look, there is this one, you can take it with you, okay?"

As he spoke, Wang Ziyue shoved an old wooden carving toy from his arms into the child's pocket tremblingly.

The toddler was crying loudly while reaching for his pocket.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

The prince closed his eyes more feebly, breathing intermittently like frozen water.

"It was given to my brother by my brother's brother, and now my brother gave it to you. Take it with you and don't be afraid wherever you go."

"Does my brother have a brother? Why doesn't Xiao Zhao know?"

"Yes, yes... my brother has a very good brother, but my brother can't find him..."

As he said that, the prince took a breath more difficultly, and stood up desperately while supporting the floor.

"Xiao Zhao, go quickly. No matter what happens, don't look back."

"elder brother……"

"Go, brother will watch you go."

The young boy stood up obediently, and walked away step by step.

The prince smiled softly and watched him leave through the back door.

When that little figure disappeared, the smile on Prince Yue's face disappeared.

He goes to the candlestick.A match was lit to light a red candle, and the flickering candlelight reflected the young and blood-stained face.

He picked up the candlestick and walked towards the front yard.

He took one last look at his courtyard, scanning it deeply, remembering every detail.

Then he raised his arms and extended the candle towards the trees in the courtyard.

The bean-sized candle lights up the pear tree in the courtyard.The fire grew bigger and ignited the delicious fragrant grass.The red light formed a sea of ​​flames, igniting people's broken clothes...

The red waves are scorching hot, leaving one person alone.

He looked up at the sky, the sky was as blue as washing.

Red.

All are red.

Suddenly, there was an unprecedented sharp pain in the heart.

He groaned and fell to his knees, clutching his chest.

How short a mortal's life is, why can this short life be so sad?

He closed his eyes, and the flames kissed his face.

At the end of life, red swallows everything...

Fan Youxi was walking on the road.

He was wearing old clothes and carrying a simple bundle, which contained old things he had started using when he was at Qingyumen.

The demon sect fell, the martial arts alliance disbanded, and the iron cavalry of the barbarians conquered the world of the Han people.

Fan Youxi refused his father's persecution to stay, and left alone with his bags on his back.

He didn't know where the road was, and he didn't know where he was going.

That vicious and cunning demon girl is also dead.

He killed her with his own hands, she didn't struggle at all, but just looked at him blankly.It was the first time he knew that she would have that expression, and only then did he understand that she wanted to die, and death was a kind of relief for her.

Isn't death his relief?

Therefore, he did not allow himself to die.

He wants to live, to live like a walking dead.He forced himself to live, endured the pain of living, and let the past years torture him for a long time.

Living was his punishment, and he did not allow himself to be free.

He didn't know where the road was, and he didn't know where he was going.He is just walking on the road, just living.

As he walked, the surrounding scenery became familiar.

There is a mountain as beautiful as sapphire in the distance.

He stood where he was, staring at the mountain obsessively.

After a long time, the sound of footsteps came from behind.

Fan Youxi turned her head vigilantly, it was an old Taoist who came.

The old Taoist wore tattered Taoist robes, did not hold a sword, but had a sword tassel hanging from his waist.The sword tassel should be in the style of an inlaid jade pendant, but the position of the jade pendant is empty, leaving only old tassels floating in the wind.

"who are you?"

"The one who shows you the way."

"What way?"

"Your way."

"My way? What way do I have?"

"Two ways. One, go back to Qingyu Mountain. There is someone waiting for you there, and you will be bound for the rest of your life. Two, go back to the grassland. You will be free for the rest of your life."

"Who is waiting for me? Who else is waiting for me in this world."

"Sun Jingzhao."

"Sun Jingzhao? Sun Jingzhao..."

Fan Youxi murmured the name and suddenly realized.

"Sun Jingzhao is Xiaohui's younger brother."

"Which way to go? Have you figured it out?"

"Think about it, the first way."

The old Taoist took a deep look at Fan Youxi.

Fan Youxi saw that the old Taoist's eyes were filled with endless sorrow.

Fan Youxi clasped his hands and saluted, and asked, "I haven't asked your senior's name yet."

The old Taoist asked, "What's your name? Dalantai or Fan Youxi?"

Fan Youxi replied calmly, "My name is Fan Youxi."

The old Taoist returned the salute with his palms up, and said: "The poor Taoist name is Miaolin, and the common name is Li Ruozi."

After finishing speaking, he lightly waved his whisk and walked away, leaving Fan Youxi alone in shock.

Fan Youxi was walking on the road.

He knew exactly where the road was and where he was going.

Soon, he found the man in the thick grass.

"Xiao Zhao? Are you Sun Jingzhao?"

Fan Youxi squatted down in front of the young child, looking at the immature face that was incomparably similar to her junior, thousands of thoughts flooded her mind.

Sun Jingzhao held the Qingyu Sword tightly in his arms, and asked vigilantly, "I am Sun Jingzhao, who are you?"

Fan Youxi replied: "I am... My name is Fan Youxi, and I am Sun Jinghui's senior brother. This sapphire sword should be left to me by him."

Sun Jingzhao sized him up for a moment, then took the sword off his back and handed it to him carefully.

Unexpectedly, the younger brother really recovered the green jade sword, and Fan Youxi took the green jade sword solemnly.

He thought he was going to cry, but he didn't.

Maybe he won't cry anymore.

Fan Youxi hung the sapphire sword on his waist, and asked, "Did Xiaohui leave any words when he left? Or something else?"

Sun Jingzhao nodded, and replied crisply: "My brother also gave me something."

Fan Youxi asked gently: "Can I have a look?"

"Yes." Saying that, Sun Jingzhao took out a small toy the size of a palm from his arms.

It was a small white horse carved in wood.

Fan Youxi was stunned.

The little white horse's workmanship is very poor, the lines are messy and rough, clumsy as if it was made by a child, and the shape of a horse can barely be seen.However, this little white horse should have been lovingly cared for by its owner, and it looks exactly the same as it did 20 years ago.It's just because of the age, the white paint is a little yellowed.

Soon, Sun Jingzhao took the little white horse back into his arms.

"My brother's brother gave it to my brother, and my brother gave it to me again. I won't give it to you."

Fan Youxi smiled, and coaxed him softly: "Since your brother gave it to you, you should put it away carefully."

As he spoke, he turned around and made a lifting motion with his hands behind his back.

"Come on. Xiao Zhao, come up, I'll carry you back."

"Where are you going?"

"Qingyu Mountain, Qingyu Gate."

"I...I want to wait for my brother."

"Your brother is gone and can't come back."

"I don't understand."

"When you grow up, you will understand."

Sun Jingzhao was silent.He didn't know where Qingyumen was, it sounded familiar.

He had no other place to go, Fan Youxi's back looked broad and safe.Sun Jingzhao thought for a moment, then obediently lay down on the bed.

So, Fan Youxi stood up steadily, and walked up the mountain with Sun Jingzhao on his back.

Sun Jingzhao wrapped his small arms around Fan Youxi's neck.

After walking a few steps, he felt water dripping on his wrists, which was cold and made his sleeves wet.

Is it raining?

Sun Jingzhao raised his head in bewilderment, the sky was blue, dazzlingly blue.

He lowered his head suspiciously.

After a while, he felt that Fan Youxi's shoulders were trembling oppressively.

Is this big brother crying?

Sun Jingzhao was sure.

Because Fan Youxi's crying became louder and louder.

He wailed and cried as he walked, and called out bitterly, "Master...junior brother...daddy...Xiaohui..."

He yelled to these deaf people over and over again, until the beautiful and elegant Qingyu Mountain was almost overwhelmed by the endless grief of mortals.

This big brother is so pitiful.

Sun Jingzhao raised his little hand and touched Fan Youxi's big head sympathetically.

He thought of his brother.

He thought of his brother's gentle smile when he leaned against the door of the wing and watched him leave.

I don't know where my brother is now, has he found his father and mother?

When I grow up, I will understand.

So I have to grow up quickly.

Sun Jingzhao hummed the nursery rhyme his mother taught him.

Mother always hums this song while looking at Qingyu Mountain in the distance and misses her brother.Now, Sun Jingzhao also went to Qingyu Mountain.

When he finds his brother, he will sing this song to him.

Sun Jingzhao hummed the nursery rhymes his mother taught him.

Little boy, grow up fast.

Ride a white horse and go to the end of the world.

A long sword is green, and a person is like jade.

The world is far away, and lovesickness is long.

Xiao Erlang, don't grow up.

Ride a white horse, go home quickly...

——The end of "Sapphire Sword with a White Steed in the Empty Valley"