Idols are duplicity every day [Entertainment]

Lu Jiaxi called people to stop, then took off the only pair of shorts left, and stepped into the bathtub.

The warm water flooded over the beautiful porcelain white body, and Bian Xinghuo barely felt the hot and dry temperature in the room subside a bit.

He washed his hands clean and rubbed them to make them warm, then he pressed onto Lu Jiaxi's shoulder and began to massage him.

Lu Jiaxi was originally concentrating on reading the script, but his body gradually became more comfortable due to Bian Xinghuo's massage. He squinted his eyes for a while in comfort, until he almost dropped the script into the water with his hand, and then he opened his eyes suddenly and looked back. Come on.

After enjoying the comfortable massage, Young Master Lu drove Bian Xinghuo out, and he took a bath by himself before lazily getting up from the bathtub.

It was only after nine o'clock after taking a bath. He returned to the room and lay down on the bed to read the script. He was watching a confrontational fighting scene.

Fighting scenes have always been one of Lu Jiaxi's shortcomings. He never learned martial arts since he was a child, and even if he did some filming when he was a child, at most he would have a role in playing Wia.

But Lu Jiaxi has never liked to use doubles, and all difficult scenes are all about doing it by himself, so in the past two years, he has specially enrolled in a class to learn.

What Lu Jiaxi studied was the role of the male third, a very layered killer role, with a clear distinction between love and hate, and decisive killing.

The most interesting part of this script is a scene, which is also the climax of the movie. It is a confrontation and fighting scene between the male third and the male protagonist.

The male protagonist is a young policeman, because of a certain case, he began to hunt down the male third. Later, the male protagonist’s daughter was arrested and her whereabouts are unknown. The male protagonist suspected that it was the male third. It's head-to-head inside.

The fighting scene is accompanied by the emotional outburst of two people, and it is a scene that tests acting skills.

Lu Jia analyzed that he had fought with the air on the blanket and felt that something was wrong, so he ran to the small warehouse and found a humanoid doll given by a fan, and fought with him, which was even more wrong.

He took the phone to check the time, it was almost ten o'clock, and the light in the guest room was still on when he went out.

His gaze stayed on the doll for two seconds, then on the script for another two seconds, and he opened the door and went out.

"Bang Bang".

Lu Jiaxi stood at the door of the guest room and knocked twice, within two seconds, the door opened, Bian Xinghuo was wearing loose blue pajamas and pajama pants, standing inside the door with wet hair, looking at him.

Lu Jiaxi glanced at him: "Are you going to sleep?"

Bian Xinghuo shook his head.

Lu Jiaxi turned and left: "Come to my room."

The master bedroom is twice as large as the guest room, and the floor next to the window is covered with comfortable and soft carpets.

Lu Jiaxi motioned for Bian Xinghuo to follow him in, then picked up the script thrown on the bed, and threw it to Bian Xinghuo: "Play with me."

Bian Xinghuo looked down at the script in his arms, then looked up at Lu Jiaxi, who was shining white under the light: "Mr. Lu, my acting skills are probably lacking."

Lu Jiaxi looked at Bian Xinghuo's serious words, and pulled the corners of his lips: "There are no lines, just a fighting scene, you just open your mouth and read it casually, have you ever fought?"

Bian Xinghuo shook his head with a warm smile: "No."

"Then you just do a few moves according to the actions described above, and just catch my moves. I won't be cruel."

Bian Xinghuo nodded gently, and read the script seriously.

Ten minutes later, he put down the script: "Mr. Lu, come on."

When Lu Jiaxi heard this, he closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he had already entered the role.

The corners of his lips curled up dangerously, and there was bottomless darkness in the beautiful amber pupils: "Officer Zhang, don't beg for mercy like a dog, I have always been honest in my actions, it is not my fault, no one should think about it." Add it to me."

Bian Xinghuo stared at the dangerous and charming Lu Jiaxi in front of him, and opened his mouth to read his lines: "I'll ask one last time, where is my daughter."

A sneer escaped from Lu Jiaxi's lips, and he dodged around, punching Xinghuo's bright face with his fist.

Bian Xinghuo caught Lu Jiaxi's fist as written in the script, and then tripped him to the ground with a hook.

With a sound of "bang", both of them were stunned.

Bian Xinghuo was the first to react, and quickly went to help Lu Jiaxi and asked nervously: "Mr. Lu, are you okay?"

Lu Jiaxi's face wrinkled in pain, and he didn't want to speak for a while.

What is written in the script is that the male lead punches the male lead and is caught by the male lead. The male lead tries to flip the male lead, but the male lead fights back easily.

Lu Jiaxi believed that Bian Xinghuo had never fought before, he didn't use his fists hard, and he didn't use his feet hard. He never thought that Bian Xinghuo's hook just now was not powerful, but it was a coincidence.

He waited for a long time to endure the pain, and looked at Bian Xinghuo with a dark face: "Didn't you say that you haven't fought before."

Bian Xinghuo supported him with one hand, and replied seriously: "Mr. Lu, I have never fought before."

"Your movements were so skillful just now!"

"I have studied martial arts for several years."

"..."

Lu Jiaxi couldn't tell what he was suffering.

After the pain, his eyes lit up and he became interested. Since Bian Xinghuo has martial arts skills, he doesn't need to use false moves.

He got up from the ground as his scar healed and forgot the pain, and said to Xinghuo: "Let's play two rounds, according to the script, you fight me seriously."

Bian Xinghuo looked at him for a while: "I don't want to hurt Mr. Lu."

Lu Jiaxi was shocked: "You are questioning my martial arts!"

Bian Xinghuo shook his head: "No, I'm just worried that Mr. Lu will be injured."

Lu Jiaxi's battle became more intense, he hooked his fingers and said, "Don't talk nonsense, come on."

For the second attack, Lu Jiaxi did not hold back his strength.

According to the description in the script, the two actually fought back and forth. Lu Jiaxi gradually entered the scene, with a bit of excitement on his expression.

Bian Xinghuo noticed Lu Jiaxi's bright eyes during the fight, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and cooperated more seriously.

The two beat from the window to the door. In the end, the male lead ruthlessly threw the third man to the ground. After a few heavy punches, when he was about to handcuff the third man, the third man cunningly escaped.

The previous actions were all hand-to-hand combat, and Bian Xinghuo could control his own strength.

But when he was about to kick Lu Jiaxi to the ground, he frowned and didn't stretch out his feet, and Lu Jiaxi's uncontrollable inertia punched him to the ground.

The glasses flew out in a parabola, and Bian Xinghuo fell to the ground, directly confusing Lu Jiaxi.

He was stunned for two seconds, walked over to check the other person's face, opened his mouth and cursed: "Why don't you kick, even if you don't kick, you don't know how to hide..."

Halfway through the speech, there was a sudden silence.

Sitting on the ground, Bian Xinghuo was in a state of embarrassment, because of the fight, half of his shoulders were exposed in his already spacious pajamas.

His long hair was swept back, revealing his smooth forehead and the pair of beautiful eyes under his forehead.

It's dark and deep, like an abyss and like a starry sky, so beautiful that it's a bit outrageous.

Lu Jiaxi had seen countless beautiful eyes, and even his own eyes, which he was most satisfied with, felt slightly inferior to the pair in front of him at this moment.

He looked at those eyes for a few seconds, and said subconsciously: "Your eyes are really... only a little bit beautiful."

The author has something to say:

Our little side is probably the legendary glasses that block the peach blossoms.