Son of the Bone

Jiang Jue squatted at the construction site, looking at the earth pit that hadn't even been filled with water, thinking that director Jiang could go to make a stream of consciousness movie.

But he did.

The construction site was full of people, migrant workers were carrying lime and soil, and many flowers and plants were piled up in a mess, and the formal arrangement had not yet begun.

It was originally built once, but then it was demolished and redone.

Jiang Jue stayed by the koi pond for an hour, and then went to Bailuan City for a day.

It will take about a whole day to go here.

Different from tourists wandering around in the courtyard, he has a whole set of drawings in his mind, and he even remembers exactly what the original design of a place is quite clear.

As soon as Jiang Jue stepped onto the white marble steps, he felt as if he had started to shoot a documentary. Even the background sound in his mind was a serious voice: "What we are about to see now is the film that Tan Taiming took away The Temple of the Jade Seal—"

Every scene he saw with his eyes was constantly matched with the lines on the scroll in his memory.

This feeling... is wonderfully like the Creator.

Everything here has been run in my mind many times, and now I really set foot on the real scene, and I have a kind of intimacy that I really fell into a dream.

If you put on shoes and robes and come here again listening to the sound of horseshoes, I'm afraid it will feel even more different.

The time on Qi Lin's side was adjusted again, and Bai Ping met him more and more times.

From once or twice a week, to drinking coffee once every other day, without compromising the plot, and shooting unrealistically, it only led him to constantly understand a person who was completely different from him in terms of cultural level and living standard.

It's as if Loan is a real person.

"People who are often thieves actually live in a huge sense of insecurity." Bai Ping stirred the sugar cube with a silver spoon, and said unhurriedly: "Because I feel uneasy anytime and anywhere, that's why I look alert and alert. "

At this point, the roles of the police and the thief overlap subtly.

"So...be quick." Qi Lin is becoming more and more familiar with this kind of conversational teaching: "Observe the environment quickly, and will constantly confirm that you are in a safe situation."

He got up and leaned against the wall next to him, making a gesture of hugging his shoulders, or leaning one hand on the dagger at his waist.

Qi Lin regarded himself as a puppet, constantly adjusting the details of his movements: "The vigilance is relaxed, and if you don't relax, you will be discovered, is that so?"

"Very savvy." Holding a coffee cup, Bai Ping raised his eyebrows and said, "You're fast, you can't make a long performance, otherwise the audience will feel that you are impatient and unable to hold your breath."

"So we need to use slow steps and slow speech to set off the quickness of small movements." Qi Lin immediately picked up, bowed his head and wrote down the key points in his notebook: "Being calm, flexible and quick to move can coexist at the same time." of."

"Learn magic tricks hard." Bai Ping reminded: "Be sure to pay attention to his state when performing."

He arranged several teachers for Qi Lin, magic in the morning and martial arts in the afternoon, and the kid spent extra time studying scripts in the evening, and he was probably even more busy now than in class.

When these are almost done, you can practice his lines with a Brooklyn accent.

"By the way, Director Bai," Qi Lin thought for a while and said, "I think Loan should be a very quiet person."

"How to say?"

"He's a prey." Qi Lin sat down again, his tone full of determination.

"While he was a thief, he was the prey of the police."

"When he became a policeman, he was the prey of thieves and criminals."

And as a thief, the first step to learn is how to hide yourself.

With a numb and mediocre expression, and ordinary clothes that don't look good, the whole person is submerged in the crowd, and no one will take a second look.

So be quiet.

Only when you calm down can you perceive the existence and changes of danger.

With a thought, Bai stroked his beard and said, "That's it."

"The next time you practice your lines, try walking with your hands on your back." He instructed, "Keep your balance while reciting your lines."

In terms of method, the two feel very similar.

It is necessary to maintain a high degree of coordination of the body, and at the same time, the lines cannot be shaken by the action.

Qi Lin was thinking about how to find the feeling, and when he heard this, he immediately looked forward to it.

Jiang Jue came out of Bailuan City and was directly taken by his assistant to have dinner with Director Jiang.

Meals are eaten in a small kiosk.

From the plate to the chopsticks are all old style, a piece of water shield soup, a piece of braised sea bass, and a piece of roast beef.

The rice is cooked over a fire, and a little salt is added to the dishes. There is no pepper or MSG.

Jiang Jue sat across from him, listening to the gurgling water outside the pavilion, and took the hot tea from Jiang Falcon.

He took a sip, and his heart gradually calmed down.

"Going out for a day." Jiang Fal ate the fish unhurriedly and asked, "What do you feel?"

Jiang Jue thought for a while before saying, "Slow down."

The lifestyles of ancient people and modern people are completely different.

Slower and more deliberate.

Horse-drawn carriages will not start immediately like cars, even if they walk in the market, they will be bumpy and slow.

There is no mobile phone, and all the movements are learned from letters and spying by his subordinates.

You have to wait for everything, and there is no concept of saving time.

The more status a person has, the slower he does things.

A set of clothes requires more than a dozen steps to be put on layer by layer. After entering the palace, one must dismount, and to meet the Holy Majesty can only pass through the palace walls and step over high thresholds.

Walking in the palace, one will get lost.

All these splendors are related to you, and they have nothing to do with you.

Every light that lights up seems to illuminate the hidden ambition, as if looking into the eyes of the ministers.

Every time Tantai Ming entered Miyagi, it was for complicated and difficult political affairs.

He walked quite slowly, and he refused to ride on the jade chariot bestowed by the emperor.

Obviously it is showing respect and devotion to the emperor, but it is actually delaying time.

Every time he walked towards the Yurong Palace step by step, his mind was racing against time to think of countermeasures and turning words.

When he left Miyagi, he was like a scheming chess player, gradually reviewing everything that happened just now, thinking about what else he could not take good care of.

Jiang Jue was repeating every step he took.

He was hearing the sound of wind and insects accompanying him.

He sat in Tantai Ming's mansion to feel the different moods of that person when he met his subordinates and the prince.

Or just sit for a long time without thinking about anything.

Then you can hear the laughter of the daughter in the cradle, and the dull footsteps of the servants as they carry the silver vase.

"Tantaiming should be like a hunter." Jiang Jue said slowly: "Calm down completely, lying in the grass like a wild beast, avoiding natural enemies, but also waiting to bite someone's throat off."

Jiang Fal didn't answer his words, and started eating peanuts on his own.

He just has to listen.

Jiang Jue was quiet for a while, and then said: "I don't think I should write a thesis."

"What do you want to do?" Jiang Fal took a sip of his wine and said.

"To copy scriptures, and to practice calligraphy." Jiang Jue lowered his eyes and said, "I haven't found the feeling of Tantai Ming yet."

"Okay." Jiang Fal waved his hand: "Go."

Jiang Jue chose rice body.

This Mi Fu's handwriting, known as "Ji Gu Zi" in ancient times, was deeply influenced by the five Tang people, but his writing style is obvious.

Steady but not vulgar, moist but not fat, the charm changes with emotions, the pen is full of vigor and tenacity, and the writing is also unique.

The day he finished copying the entire volume of "Qing Jing Sutra", the production crew officially started.

He sat in the dressing room and spent nearly four hours putting on the full costume and makeup.

Jiang Jue in the mirror kept disappearing, and Tantai Ming gradually appeared.

His indifferent and deep eyes, his eagle stare at the wolf when he advances and retreats, and his slow and measured footsteps are all Tantai Ming.

Cameras and radios followed his footsteps, and all the noise was automatically blocked by his ears.

He walked slowly through the long court under the gaze and follow of the crowd, letting the flowers, birds, wind and moon change around him.

In the nine palaces, the queen was waiting for his return.

In front of Luo Xuanhua, he is a wolf dog who is always on call.

Obedient enough, the fangs are sharp enough.

As the eunuch lifted the curtain, he walked in.

The woman in the silver-purple robe had her back to him, looking up at the paper kite outside the window.

The sandalwood-like long hair has been mixed with a lot of silver threads, and the silver dragon at the end of the robe rises into the clouds, and the luster of the silk is cold.

He paused for a moment and knelt down.

"Weichen, the food has been cleaned."

The queen didn't turn her head back, she just said lightly: "Reward."

The female officer next to him brought out two jade ruyis and motioned him to thank him.

Tantai Ming didn't even look at the gift, his eyes only moved slightly, still watching her back.

The invisible coercion spread quietly.

He is afraid of her.

Jiang Jue suddenly regained consciousness at this moment, realizing that this was an emotion he shouldn't have.

Tantai Ming - that scheming ghost, is absolutely impossible to be afraid of her.

At this period, he should have arranged everything long ago, but he just continued to pretend on the surface.

The person who is afraid of her is himself.

The queen with long brows and deep eyes slowly turned her head, her gaze spread like a fan.

She looked pale and old, but her old age was even more frightening.

Even a little bit of Danzhu on the lips is deterrent.

At this moment, everything outside the field does not exist.There were no cameras, no one else was on set.

Jiang Jue's mind went blank, as if he was being stared at by a boa constrictor.

This is the empress who is above ten thousand people, the supreme one who can take life and death.

Not daring to move, not knowing what to say, only the most instinctive fear.

Even if she is just so high above, looking at him without saying a word, her legs will tremble subconsciously.

It seemed that as long as she opened her mouth at will, all her existence would be wiped out, and her flesh and blood would turn into dust.

Jiang Yanzhi withdrew his eyes and said briefly, "You shouldn't be shaking."

She knew that the child had forgotten the words, so she casually helped him out.

"Cut." Jiang Fal said with a cold face, "Prepare to start over."

A staff member had already come to touch up the makeup, but Jiang Jue was still kneeling there, covering his face and taking deep breaths.

He had to resist this invisible aura.

And the fear of wanting to escape like being hypnotized in my heart.