After I went to the countryside variety show, I began to whitewash

The crew on the set looked at me and looked at you, but they couldn't figure out what was going on.

There were only a few staff members on the day of the audition, so many people had never seen the screen of Yue Han auditioning Fu Xun when it was officially launched.

Most people think that the appearance of Yue Han on the set is enough to surprise people. How come the director is as excited as a wolf cub after seeing him, and let Yue Han play No. 18 to make Xu Xingzhe feel good?

Come on, Xu Xingzhe is a powerful faction, and he is not at the same level as Yue Han, who is an empty and superficial vase.

"Is the director looking for ways to motivate Xu Xingzhe?" Someone came to a conclusion.

"Yuehan's acting skills are really good." Others were dissatisfied.

The man chuckled disdainfully.

Others shrugged their shoulders indifferently, and he would know what it meant to be slapped in the face after a while.

"Director, I..." Xu Xingzhe smiled forcedly.

Hong Zidong looked at the machine in front of the monitor without turning his head: "Just watch Yue Han's performance carefully. Yue Han's interpretation of Fu Xun has reached the ultimate effect. You should watch carefully and study hard."

It was difficult for Xu Xingzhe to maintain a smile, which made his complexion uglier than crying.

Xu Xingzhe looked at Yue Han who was sitting in front of the camera, his teeth chattering.

It's him again, it's him again.

Xu Xingzhe and Yue Han are artists of the same period of Lechenxing Entertainment. They almost debuted as a group at the beginning, because Yue Han said "I only want to act, I don't want to do anything else" and canceled the plan.

At that time, Yuehan's traffic was booming, and the right to speak was very high, and the company had to listen to dissatisfaction.

Xu Xingzhe has no background, so he has worked several times harder than others to get his current fame.

The former traffic focus has become a vase that everyone scolds, but the humble cannon fodder has become a potential stock that is full of stars.

I thought they would never meet again, I thought they were people from two worlds.

But why is it him again? !

Even when trying to figure out the character's psychology, Xu Xingzhe didn't have such a complicated mental process.

Embarrassing, very embarrassing.

Not only was it an accident to reunite with Yue Han, but also because Hong Zidong treated the two of them clearly differently, and because Hong Zidong asked Yue Han to "guidance" and demonstrate his own practices.

Xu Xingzhe's eyes lowered inch by inch, and he wanted to see what tricks an embroidered pillow with poor acting skills could lead to.

The No.18 game is not only the time when Fu Xun went offline, but also the scene where the hero Chu Mi exploded emotionally.

As a handsome financial gentleman, Fu Xun was suspected of committing crimes by Chu Mi in the early stage. He always maintained an elegant posture to cooperate with Chu Mi's investigation, and even put forward a lot of his own opinions.

Chu Mi was also attracted by this elegant and generous man, and the two became friends as they should.

But when Lin Chen, the second male lead, presented iron-like evidence, Chu Mi had to admit that she had been played around by the criminals.

The deep friendship of old friends has become a joke.

The conscientious and upright police officer Chumi, in a fit of rage, made an uncharacteristically barbaric behavior—he brought Fu Xun to this abandoned warehouse for the final interrogation.

There are only two people in this scene, and whoever has poor acting skills and can't handle the scene will look extraordinarily embarrassing.

According to the original script, after Chu Mi knocked Fu Xun unconscious, he put a black cloth around his eyes. In order to prevent Fu Xun from escaping, he tied Fu Xun with his hands behind his back on the back of the chair.

The two of them are busy with this right now.

Rancher: "Will it be too tight?"

Yue Han: "No, you need to work harder."

"Still working hard? Are you not afraid of pain?"

"Well, try harder, I don't feel anything."

Lan Che really tightened the rope a bit, and Yue Han's fingers shrank suddenly.

Lan Che's hand stopped, regretful: "Sorry, I tried too hard, did it hurt you?"

Yue Han's ears were slightly red, he bit his lower lip, and said in a voice like a mosquito: "...It's okay, just try harder."

Hong Zidong waited impatiently, but the performance of the two, even if it is a demonstration, requires a certain atmosphere to be cultivated.

He didn't let the staff come in the process of tying the rope, just to cultivate the relationship between the two.

It's just that the conversation between these two people made Hong Zidong confused.

What seems to be the problem?

There seems to be no problem.

The problem seems to be big.

There seems to be nothing wrong with it?

Lan Che tied a rope like weaving a scarf and knitting twists. Hong Zidong was so angry when he saw it, he picked up the loudspeaker and yelled: "Lan Che! It's almost done. Do you think you're in love?"

Urged by the director, Lan Che slowly tied the rope, and when he got up, he leaned into Yue Han's ear and said, "You pull the long rope later, and the rope will loosen."

Yue Han was stunned: "Thank you, Teacher Lan."

"You're welcome." Lan Che smiled at him, stood up straight and gestured to Hong Zidong, "The love affair is over, let's start."

Getting colder is stressful.

This kind of tension comes from the inner instinct of the body, which cannot be controlled by one's own thoughts, words and deeds.

As long as you are in front of the camera, as long as you are watched by too many people...

With the director's order, he will fall into a deadlock of self-sealing.

Yue Han's palms were filled with cold sweat.

"Three, two, one." Hong Zidong nodded vigorously, "action!"

[The loss of sense mode is automatically turned on]

Surrounded by mysterious wind chimes, the eyes are covered with cloth, and there is darkness in front of them.

His hands were tied behind the chair, and his head was leaning against the dilapidated gray wall. The curve of the beautiful side was more elegant in the dim light.

Until footsteps came from behind.

Fu Xun smiled: "Since you're here, why don't you say hello?"

"Insane murderer." Chu Mi seemed to chew every word out.

"I like this title, but I advise you," Fu Xun's smile suddenly faded, "Don't treat me like this."

"pain."

He spoke lightly from his thin lips, with a look of indifference, as if he wasn't the one who was in the awkward situation.

Chu Mi's face changed, and he came to Fu Xun like a lightning bolt, bowed and grabbed Fu Xun's collar: "You know it hurts too? The innocent victims you killed hurt thousands of times more than you!"

Chu Mi's eyes were filled with red blood like spider webs, and his five fingers were bluish white due to excessive force. His expression was distorted, and the tiny muscles in the corners of his eyes were clamoring for anger.

"Are you worthy of crying out for pain?"

This question is full of hatred and hatred.

Fu Xun's body was forced to be lifted with the chair, but his hands were still bound behind the chair.

Compared to Chu Mi's excitement, he seemed too calm.

Maybe it's not just calm, but indifference that has nothing to do with it.

He sighed with pity: "I advise you, don't touch me like this."

In the next second, Fu Xun's hand broke free from the bondage and swiftly punched Chu Mi's face. Chu Mi rolled on the ground unprepared, Jun Yi's face was covered with dust, and he looked in a state of embarrassment.

With red eyes on the ground, Chu Mi looked up at Fu Xun fiercely.

Fu Xun's haute couture suit crawled out of folds, and the well-tailored design fully reflected his perfect body proportions.

Broad shoulders and narrow waist, tall and slender, like a tall cedar cypress in a winter night.

Fu Xun slowly circled his neck, tore off the black cloth around his eyes and threw it aside, moving his wrists from darkness to light.

Chu Mi wanted to get up, but Fu Xun stepped on his back, and he couldn't help moaning in pain.

Fu Xun ordered quietly: "Look at me."

Fu Xun seemed weak and weak, but this kick contained overwhelming strength. No matter how Chu Mi struggled, Fu Xun remained steadfast.

Fu Xun bowed and pinched Chu Mi's cheek brutally, his eyes were like pools of stagnant water: "Didn't I say don't touch me?"

"Rubbish."

Shocked.

This is not just a shock, it is a feast for the visual senses.

The performance of the two people shocked the viewers in the depths of their souls, and goosebumps covered every inch of their skin along with their breathing.

Especially Yuehan's emotion switch, they obviously have the same expression, but they feel completely different emotions from it.

Sometimes disdainful, sometimes indifferent, sometimes idle.

Those who ridiculed Yue Han's acting skills were silent, how loudly they ridiculed before, now it seemed how stupid they were.

If such acting skills are not considered good, then the entire show business circle will not have good acting skills.

The producer mumbled, "Director Hong, do you want to continue...?"

Hong Zidong was fascinated when he saw it, and he suddenly regained his senses when he was called out.

Neither of the two people in the set had the will to stop. He shook his head, with a firm conviction in his eyes: "Don't disturb them."

He hadn't seen such a wonderful performance for many years.

I don't know when it started, Xu Xingzhe's back was already covered with cold sweat, his whole body was tense but powerless, as if he would collapse if he lost his strength.

"Why didn't I realize that Yuehan is still a powerful faction before? Oh my god, I love love, love, Lu has become a fan!"

"Let's turn fans together, haha."

In half a year, is it possible for a person's acting skills to improve so much?

No one understands the role of hard work better than him. It is absolutely impossible to achieve such an effect by training day and night.

Xu Xingzhe's mind went blank, and fear and tension occupied his entire senses.

Chu Mi suddenly grabbed Fu Xun's arm and pulled it down forcefully, Fu Xun staggered and fell on Chu Mi's body.

Chu Mi seized the opportunity and stretched out her hand to imprison Fu Xun's waist, turned over and pressed Fu Xun under her body.

Hong Zidong gradually became nervous, this scene was a fight scene.

Yuehan's acting skills before made no faults, but acting is not just good acting skills, it is also related to physical fitness and training.

Yue Han hadn't been trained in martial arts under the professional guidance of the scene, so he definitely couldn't handle Lan Che's scene.

It's a pity that no matter how optimistic Hong Zidong is about Yuehan, he can't make fun of safety issues. Just as he was about to raise his hand and call cut, the two in front of the camera began to fight violently.

Chu Mi imprisoned Fu Xun's lower back, and Fu Xun could not move his arms and upper body. He bent his knees and pushed upwards. Chu Mi showed a proper expression of pain.

All the gay men present felt the pain in their hearts.

Taking advantage of this gap, Fu Xun was able to break free and support Chu Mi's abdomen to get up quickly. Chu Mi grabbed Fu Xun's ankle and pulled back forcefully in the pain.

Fu Xun almost fell back on the ground again, his calmness was broken like a stone breaking the ice, and the darkness and filth at the bottom of the river surged up.

Fu Xun's clear eyebrows were gloomy, he turned around hard and kicked Chu Mi's waist with his other foot, Chu Mi let go of the pain, and Fu Xun sat on Chu Mi's waist.

Suddenly, Fu Xun stopped moving.

The screen seemed to freeze.

Fu Xun frowned, his fists loosened and tightened, tightened and loosened again, with an extremely complicated expression.

Everything happened in a short moment. The producer looked at Hong Zidong and raised his hand: "What's wrong with you, Director Hong? Do you want to stop?"

Hong Zidong changed his hand position and stroked his hair: "I just have an itchy head."

The producer was stunned, staring at the two in front of the screen, always felt that this pose was a bit intimate.

But this action is indeed according to the script.

Producer: "Why is Fu Xun still not moving? Is the expression confiscated?"

Hong Zidong sighed: "For a few moments, Fu Xun sincerely treated Chu Mi as a friend, but the two were destined to meet each other with swords."

"This kid is really amazing. He has figured out the heart of such a deep character. What a fucking talent."

According to the script, Fu Xun should take out the gun in Chu Mi's pocket and kill the police officer who discovered his crime. After another struggle, Fu Xun, who was exhausted, knew that he had no way out and could only choose to commit suicide. .

But Fu Xun's hand seemed to be frozen and he couldn't move it down.

After some fighting, Fu Xun's face was slightly red, as beautiful as a hibiscus in full bloom, and his forehead was like black black hair sticking to the sides of his temples.

Chu Mi's throat moved slightly.

Chu Mi stretched out her hand and grabbed Fu Xun's wrist.

Hong Zidong:? ?The script doesn't have this paragraph?

Fu Xun was not in a daze, but looked coldly at Chu Mi who was lying down.

Chu Mi's anger has also been extinguished, he said: "Surrender yourself."

Hong Zidong: ...the script doesn't even have this line?

It was the first time that Fu Xun showed such a distorted face in front of the victim. The image of a gentleman in the past no longer exists. He smiled exaggeratedly: "Surrender yourself? Sentenced to death? Sentenced to die in prison for life?"

Chu Mi sat up and pressed Fu Xun's shoulder with the other hand, and the two looked at each other at a very close distance.

Chu Mi's gaze was energetic and urgent, like a night sky full of stars engraved.

Chu Mi: "If you do something wrong, you will be punished, and you are not only doing something wrong, you are killing someone."

"Surrender yourself."

"The people in the police station will be here soon, and you can't escape."

"Surrender yourself."

The sunlight outside the window hit them, as if the inevitable justice arrived.

Fu Xun moved only after the siren of the police car sounded.

He propped himself up on the ground and stood up gracefully, even his movements were consistent with a gentleman.

He leaned against Chu Mi who was sitting, and his voice was calm but firm: "I was born out of luxury, and I do whatever I want."

"No one wants to decide where I go."

After a gunshot, everyone's heart was shocked.

Chu Mi's eyes widened, and she fumbled for her pockets.

His gun was gone.

He quickly ran forward and hugged the falling body like a butterfly. Fu Xun had lost his breath, and his pale handsome face completely recovered its calm.

He caught the murderer, but he didn't feel happy.

My heart was so congested, as if thousands of evil spirits were shouting.

He looked at the person in his arms, tightened his arms, and a tear dripped on the corner of Fu Xun's lips.

Chu Mi couldn't help lowering her head.

Everyone breathed hard.

Hong Zidong suddenly realized something was wrong, and shouted heartbrokenly:

"Ka! Ka! Ka!!"