Son of the Bone

The second act went very well.

Whether it's Jiang Duyi's sophisticated and indifferent expression when he sprayed a puff of smoke on his face, or the secret emotions of the two people slightly loosening during the dispute, as well as the change of distance and angle, they are all interpreted just right.

So much so that the director said that one can pass.

Since it was done in advance, the third act can also be filmed today.

After Mu Jin and Jiang Duyi went to various countries by taking pictures, and exchanged feelings and confided their hearts during the trip, Jiang Duyi had a brief chat with his younger brother after returning to China.

"I saw those photos." Jiang leaned on the railing against the pillar, put his pockets in his pockets and looked at the passing tourists.

"...Huh?" Jiang Duyi glanced at him dubiously.

She came to him this time, on the one hand because she knew that he was worried, and because she really wanted to share the short-lived light that suddenly bloomed in his own life.

Both siblings have stubborn and stubborn temperaments, but their hearts are also delicate and self-enclosed.

I want to say everything, but I can't say it.

"Although it's obvious that you wear a lot of concealer...it can be seen that you have been very happy these days."

Jiang leaned on the railing to watch her sick face, and he knew her physical condition very well in his heart.

He showed a little tenderness and nostalgia, but his tone was still cold and hard, even with a hint of sarcasm.

In the script, Jiang Duyi should hum, then pat him on the shoulder and walk away.

But Jiang Duyi stared at such a young relative, and suddenly thought that he would pass away soon, so he suddenly didn't answer that line.

She lowered her head unnaturally and coughed, then deliberately blocked the cough with her hands, and fumbled to find a pack of cigarettes.

She deftly took one in her mouth and lit it casually, paused for a moment, then pulled out another one, and handed it to Jiang Pinglan.

The younger brother showed a slightly surprised expression, but he still picked it up.

The scene recorder and other staff in the distance showed surprised eyes, but the director indicated that he could continue to play on the spot.

Jiang leans on the railing and doesn't smoke.

He didn't even know how to inhale it, how to blow the smoke out of his throat, and blow out all the accumulated emotions.

He let his sister light the cigarette for himself, took a puff without saying a word, and then choked——

Choking out of breath, coughing violently with red eyes.

Jiang Duyi held a cigarette in one hand and patted him on the back skillfully, with a subtle tone: "You don't know how?"

Jiang Pinglan raised his head abruptly, swallowed back the mocking words, stood up straight and looked to the other side: "I have quit for four years."

She has also had cancer for four years.

Jiang Duyi was patting his back for him, he paused for a moment, and retracted his hand a little stiffly.

At this moment, she felt guilty.

When death came, when she was about to leave this world after all, he wanted to go on alone, and he would no longer have such an annoying person like himself to find work for him, and he would never have a relative to accompany him to pay respects to his parents' graves.

She was actually... very guilty.

All these years, he insisted on showing a strong and calm appearance, but in fact he just hid his fragile side.

"En." She hummed in a low voice, patted his shoulder, turned and left.

Yu Ren, who was waiting outside the camera, walked over in seconds after confirming that Jiang Yanzhi's impromptu performance was over.

His footsteps were somewhat hesitant and uncertain, but he was still close to him after all.

Jiang Pinglan was holding the dying cigarette by himself, leaning against the marble pillar in a daze, but his face changed when he saw Mu Jin.

From being confused and exhausted, I immediately turned into guard and denial.

"I know who you are." He took a step back and distanced himself from Mu Jin: "In those days, I was always there."

Mu Jin originally wanted to say a few words to him, but at the moment he was quite speechless.

When he spoke again, his voice was slightly rough.

"you saw it?"

Jiang leaned on the railing and laughed.

He was just in his early twenties, and he looked like a tall and immature young man.

This smile looks pure and simple, but it is also politely denying the existence of brother-in-law, and at the same time, it is pulling the distance between the two of them.

"My sister is terminally ill, how can I let her run around with a stranger?"

He took a deep breath for a second, interrupted what Mu Jin wanted to say, and suddenly took a step forward.

"Listen," there was a hint of warning in the ink eyes: "she is my only sister, the closest person who raised me up—"

When Jiang Pinglan said this, he suddenly remembered something, and his eyes became sad and mocking.

"Forget it," he said softly, "There are some things that I don't need to finish with you."

From the beginning to the end, he did not intend to admit the existence of Mu Jin, and he refused to accept the marriage he formed with his sister abroad.

All warnings and requests were taken back, and he didn't intend to waste another second of time on this strange man.

He took one last look at Mu Jin, turned and left.

Mu Jin took a step forward, and said in a low voice, "Jiang leans on the railing."

"I'll walk with her too."

The leaving footsteps only paused for a moment, and then strode away.

As soon as the beating sound sounded, the bearded director crackled a lot, and Jiang Yanzhi standing next to him nodded with a smile, apparently understanding his heavily accented French.

Qi Lin walked around from the other side of the camera, feeling quite embarrassed.

It was the first time he encountered such an occasion where he had to act on the spot, and he had never smoked before.

When Jiang Yanzhi handed him the cigarette just now, he was really panicked, but he still took it.

I was so choked up that I was about to cry just now, this thing has great stamina.

"Pretty good, the reaction is fast." Jiang Yanzhi smiled and said: "The director said that your reaction just now fit the character very well—do you really not know how to smoke?"

Qi Lin could even smell the fragrance of her hair, and nodded with a very cautious expression.

"The screenwriter has already arranged one more scene. You can go back to school after staying here for three more days." Jiang Yanzhi gently glanced at Yu Ren, who was still filming on the set, and asked inadvertently : "Has your roommate received my autographed photo?"

Qi Lin was drinking water, but almost choked again, and nodded obediently: "Got it, he likes it very much!"

not at all.

Jiang Jue just took a look at the photo and said thank you, then found it in a book and put it in a book. He doesn't know if it was lost or not.

If this kind of autographed photo is for Qi Lin himself, can he make a crystal photo frame and put it together with the trophies?

Jiang Jue was clearly a fan of whether or not he had seen any of Jiang Huang's movies. How could a drama actor react so coldly to the words Jiang Yanzhi! !

For this matter, he has been a little angry until now...but not very angry.

All the slander was suppressed, Qi Lin smiled quite naturally: "He has always been your fan."

Jiang Yanzhi nodded playfully.

She knew exactly what kind of dull temper her son had.

Back then, Jiang Jue was studying alone in a closed high school, and the mother and son could only eat five or six meals together a year. One day, she quietly went to school to find him. The child was so happy that he didn't have the nerve to hug her in front of his classmates. .

He is so awkward that he will die, he really follows his father.

Qi Lin came out of the crew quite early, and was given a round of toast at the finale banquet, making him quite dizzy from drinking.

It's already mid-January, and he will soon be preparing for the final exam and concert promotion. During the Spring Festival, he also accepted a variety show and evening performance, so he couldn't think of going home for dinner.

Although the Qi family really wanted to be reunited for the New Year, but no one can go back right now.

As a bigwig in the entertainment industry, Mr. Qi is either holding meetings abroad or at home. It would be nice to be in the same jet lag as Qi Lin.

Ms. Yu is a heart surgeon, not to mention the Chinese New Year, even when she is resting at home during her annual leave, she may be called in the middle of the night to participate in the rescue.

Qi Lin didn't intend to accept those programs at first, but when he thought about being alone after returning home, he felt a little too lonely.

If you have money and don't make money, you bastards, go for it.

As soon as you get off the plane and walk out of the aisle, you can hear the screams of a crowd of fans.

The effect of melatonin has not completely subsided, and Qi Lin even felt a little blurry in his vision.

He stood firmer, signed his names one by one like a worker on an assembly line, and was occasionally touched and even hugged. Then, under the guidance of the bodyguards, he left the chaotic environment and got into Uncle Fan's nanny car.

"Hey, the movie was shot pretty fast." Sitting next to him, Uncle Fan handed him a cup of hot vanilla latte, and said casually: "I asked your homeroom teacher for leave until tomorrow, you can go home or go back to the dormitory to rest. "

"Tomorrow?" Qi Lin took a sip of his coffee, poked his head and poked Mr. Driver.

"Go to SPF."

"Going to record songs?!" Uncle Fan's eyes were slightly surprised: "Little brat is so dedicated now? The company said that the CD should be finished before July."

"No, I have a friend who is...a trainee there." Qi Lin rubbed his drowsy forehead, shook his head and said, "I want to go see him."

He knew where he was, what he was studying, and how he was living.

They were all studying diligently from the bottom of their hearts, even if those bruises and scars were covered up, he knew how far he had achieved.

Qi Lin had never run so fast in the underground garage, he didn't know why, he wanted to see him so eagerly.

He walked through the vehicle, found the elevator and went up, and greeted him all the way to the dance studio.

On the other side of the transparent floor-to-ceiling glass wall, a familiar figure appeared before his eyes again.

The tempo of the tune is quite fast, with the sound of footsteps scattered like a shower, the dancing Jiang Jue's face and neck are dripping with sweat, but the body lines and every movement are extremely beautiful——

These days, he will practice until three or four in the middle of the night, and even dance a section for him before the video.

And Qi Lin usually just finished chatting with the screenwriter at that time, or just came back from the hotel's temporary singing room with a guitar.

They would simply chat and greet each other, and occasionally answer various questions about dance and play.

Just like every night in the dormitory, they patiently and conscientiously taught each other every detail about the live performance, and they never lost contact every day they were apart.

Little did the two young children realize how wonderful and precious this is in a world where everyone is together as little as possible.

When the dance teacher announced a 5-minute break, Jiang Jue glanced sideways and just met his eyes.

He didn't even realize that he was smiling, and he hastily pushed the door out, approaching Qi Lin who was also walking towards him quickly.

Then embraced.