Son of the Bone

Qi Lin rarely met him every time, and occasionally played billiards or chess together.

Bai Ping's lectures are like chatting, but the amount of information is so large that people want to take a notebook and memorize them.

Many of the things he said were very casual, for example, when thinking about roles, if you can’t find the feeling, you can watch social news.

The citizens interviewed, the passers-by passing by, and the way people walk under the surveillance video in the news.

Probably in order to give Mr. Thief more opportunities to try, Bai Ping led the screenwriter team to stay with other actors for a few hours every day.

The members of Spades have Latino, Thai, European and other faces. When people communicate with each other, various accents are mixed together, just like the [-]th grade of hearing test.

Sometimes Bai Ping lit a cigarette and let them argue, sitting next to Qi Lin like a spectator.

Qi Lin couldn't find a chance at all, he thought it was a paradox.

If he knows that he is going to steal something, he will definitely be on guard. In this case... if he can successfully steal his things, he must use means to divert his attention.

He has read the movie script and memorized every detail in his mind——

Divert your attention and strike quickly and lightly.

But no matter whether you use tools or not, and what kind of tricks you use, there is a prerequisite-a high degree of relaxation.

Be confident and relaxed, and minimize your own sense of existence so as not to arouse further vigilance from others.

Loan's identity is complicated.

His father died early, and he himself was a pickpocket and thief since childhood.

But after being taken in by the old criminal police in his youth, he continued to wash away the bad marks on his body.

For the sake of spades, he continued to study more sophisticated deception and Taoism, and finally used the leader's own wallet as a vote.

A thief is not the same as a thief, but a thief also steals when he has nothing.

And Loan and he, now have a wonderful thing in common.

That is only one chance.

If Loan misses, he will be directly killed by the boss.

Qi Lin's self-esteem does not allow him to miss in front of Bai Ping.

He glanced at the gentleman next to him again.

Rings, watches, gemstone brooches, diamond cufflinks, cell phones and wallets in coat pockets.

He began to really rehearse in his mind the idea of ​​a thief, to keep everything out.

"I'm quite desperate." Qi Lin said softly.

"I thought for a long time that I might not really be suitable for this role."

Bai Ping was listening to other people's melee about deleting the script, and turned to look at him: "Want to give up?"

"No..." He leaned down on the table, his voice was tired and depressed: "Mr. Bai, maybe I haven't rested for too long."

Bai Ping was startled for a moment, then patted his shoulder, trying to comfort the child.

After all, I'm still too young, it's not easy to enter this line of work, I really need a stronger heart to do it.

With a bad temper like his own son, it took a lot of effort to coax him every time when he was a child, and he insisted that he was fine and didn't have to worry about anything.

Qi Lin didn't answer him, but got up slowly and walked out.

He needs silence.

Bai Ping gave instructions to the chief screenwriter and followed out.

He didn't know how to comfort him, so he just stood beside him and said, "There's no need to rush to start the machine, there is always a process to grind the character."

The boy leaned against the railing, lowered his head and said, "Sometimes I really hate you."

"Gossip and refusing to explain anything clearly, after practicing for so long, the whole crew is waiting."

The hostility in his eyes was undisguised: "Bai Ping, you are playing with me—everything you ask these days is to beat me to death, and my legs are almost broken, you know that? "

"Are you looking at me like a monkey these days?"

Bai Ping's expression turned cold, and he said in a cold voice, "If you don't want to act, get out."

"Act? Are you really planning to let me act?" Qi Lin suddenly raised a smile, grabbed his tie, instantly shortened the distance between the two, and said with a smile: "You are such a noble person, even I Dad has to give you some face, doesn't he?"

His right hand kept exerting force, causing his neck to hurt: "The liquidated damages are set so high, and if you sign me in, am I not your dog?"

Bai Ping was furious, and pushed him away: "It seems that Qi Ding never taught you what is propriety."

Qi Lin took a few steps back, put his hands in his pockets, and smiled like a hooligan: "What's the matter? Can I go?"

"Get lost." Bai Ping took a deep breath, turned around and prepared to go back to the studio.

"Wait a moment."

Bai Ping turned his head and looked at him with a frown: "What's the matter? Still want to piss?"

"It's like this." Qi Lin returned to his obedient student appearance, reached out and took out a camel-colored wallet in his left pocket: "Do you still want this wallet?"

Bai Ping touched his pocket subconsciously, and the way he looked at him changed instantly: "When did you—"

"Oh yes, and this." Qi Lin fumbled in his right pocket, took out a pair of sunglasses, and said sincerely, "I like this style too, your taste is really good."

——When did my sunglasses come into his hands? !

Qi Lin leaned forward in three steps at a time and returned everything politely. Then, as if remembering something, he took out a brooch from his sleeve: "I almost forgot about this."

"Are you still angry?" The boy said with a clever face, "I'm still angry, I'll find a place to hide for a while, don't hit me."

Bai Ping put back everything he had unloaded, and took a long, deep breath.

"Okay, ready to start."

Today's young people are more courageous than each other.

"Don't be angry, don't be angry." Qi Lin was afraid that he would make a note of himself in his heart, and whispered: "I've been thinking about it for a long time, and it seems that this is the only way to come."

When people are emotionally excited, their observation and judgment skills will decline, which is precisely the time when they are most defenseless.

The moment he grabbed Bai Ping's tie, all of Bai Ping's attention would be controlled by the tie and anger, and what the other hand was doing was actually extremely easy to ignore.

This is also why, when European and American theft gangs commit crimes, they will basically form a team to touch porcelain, have various conflicts with foreign tourists, and then wait for the opportunity to order various things.

Bai Ping carried him back to the studio, and announced with a sullen face that the machine could be turned on. The group of people who had blushed from the quarrel just now burst into cheers. Director Bai took a look.

Bai Ping didn't expect that this kid would solve the problem in the afternoon as soon as it came out in the morning - according to his calculation, he would have to wait six or seven days no matter what, and find foreign aid to try his luck and so on.

He really didn't see the wrong person.

When I was at the Four Seasons Hotel in New York, this kid stood in front of me, fighting for the role with fear and unwillingness to admit defeat.

He didn't think he was competent, but he refused to back down, his eyes looked docile and easy to speak, but his heart was full of vigor and ruthlessness.

Wearing sheep's clothing and pretending to be harmless to humans and animals, but at certain times you can be cruel to yourself.

Just like the Loan who kept pretending to be a trustworthy person.

"I really didn't expect that." Bai Ping took the hot tea poured by his assistant, and stroked his breath while drinking it. The anger that almost erupted just now was suffocated in his stomach, and he couldn't even hiccup.

He still couldn't help recalling how his wallet was taken away just now—it was clearly in his pocket, but he really didn't feel it at all.

"Speaking of which," he motioned for the others to take a break first, and looked at Qi Lin who was sitting there with a stiff face as if he had made a mistake: "You are quite similar to my son."

"Xiao Jue will not take risks in anything, and he will not allow a single mistake." Bai Ping blew on the hot air on the tea, feeling the coolness of the air conditioner and said slowly: "Whenever he performs on stage, he will prepare countless times and engrave his lines. In the head."

When he thought that his wife and children were blowing in the rain and wind on the crew next door, he was inexplicably gloating.

Although my crew has a lot of action requirements, at least most of the time I shoot interior scenes in an air-conditioned room.

"Xiao... Jue?" Qi Lin suddenly had a strange feeling.

Could it be... can't it...

"Well, my son is studying in the same school as you," Bai Ping said lazily, "I have persuaded him several times, but he refuses to study abroad."

"Your child... is called Bai Jue?"

Impossible, I have been in the theater for a year, and I have never heard of such a famous person.

But Jiang Jue——He and Director Jiang Sunjiang are not—

"He takes his mother's surname." Bai Ping raised his eyebrows and said, "Didn't my wife just finish filming with you, didn't she mention it to you?"

"She she she he he he he—" Qi Lin stood there in a daze, feeling that even his blood froze in an instant.

Jiang Jue——is Bai Ping's son!

Jiang Yanzhi——is Jiang Jue's mother!

Bai Ping is actually a couple with Jiang Yanzhi! ! !

The three lines of words exploded in his mind like fireworks, and he couldn't even catch his breath right now.

What was the mess he had made up in his head before? !

"You...are you kidding me?" Qi Lin said with difficulty: "I will never steal your wallet again, I swear."

Satisfied with the anti-killing book for nothing, the vengeful heart is still like a child in his 40s.

Seeing the young man's thunderous appearance, he got up and patted him on the shoulder: "Calm down, it's not a big deal."

Father Bai walked out with his teacup satisfied, leaving Qi Lin sitting there alone like a stone sculpture, and it took him a while to recover.

How could Jiang Jue not tell me?

Why is Jiang Jue surnamed Jiang?Can their family follow the routine once?

Why do I keep blowing Jiang Yanzhi in front of Jiang Jue every day, almost wanting to sing hymns to her? !

I also asked his mother for an autographed photo for Jiang Jue, filmed a movie with his father, and stole all his father's wallet, sunglasses, and brooches—even if I wanted to chase him in the future, I would be too embarrassed to enter their house again! ! !

Qi Lin shook his head for a long time, but he didn't shake the news out of his mind.

If he went to hang Wia tomorrow, he would be stuck to the wall with a slap along the wind.

He floated back to the hotel, took a bath in a dazed mood, and was still a little happy in his heart that he had successfully stolen Director Bai's wallet.

What a mess this is in film history.

After soaking in the bath, blowing hair, putting on a mask, rubbing lotion and hand protection, Qi Lin's mind is still in a mess after a whole set of tossing.

He's actually kind of annoyed.

Jiang Jue knew him so well, the two had known each other for almost a year, and had so many memories——

How could he not tell me.

Qi Lin knew in his heart that Jiang would never care what happened to him after graduation, or whether he still had contact with him. What he liked in his heart was what he liked, and some things couldn't be hidden.

Calling and chatting with him every day, or listening to his lectures in the dormitory to help myself adjust my state, seems to be a deep-rooted habit.

The clearer he is, the more he can't quit, and he even wants to get closer.

Could it be that from beginning to end, some likings are just wishful thinking?

Qi Lin couldn't hold back, and made a phone call directly.

"Qi Lin?" Jiang Jue had just returned to the nanny's car from the set, his voice was as clear as if soaked in the first snow: "Have you finished training?"

Qi Lin was silent for a few seconds, and put all the words he wanted to question back into his stomach.

Hearing his voice, he was inexplicably aggrieved.

"I don't want to play with you anymore." He said sullenly, "Let's stop calling."

Jiang Jue didn't expect him to say this suddenly, and he was a little surprised: "Why are you unhappy? Who treated you badly today?"

your father!He bullies people!He also exposed you!

And aren't we good friends!How can you not tell me these things!

Qi Lin was speechless for a long time, and with a trembling hand, he cut off the phone.

As soon as he hung up the phone, he regretted it.

I'm already nineteen, can I make a difference?

He rubbed his head, thinking that I can't do it, I have to change clothes and go out to relax, and I have to shoot a movie tomorrow.

The two of them are separated for a while now, and they can understand what they want to do.

As soon as the suitcase was opened, the pink-blue little penguin looked up at him, and the small sesame-sized eyes were painted by himself.

Qi Lin stared at the little penguin for a while, then fell down on the bed as if surrendering, and made another call.

"I'm sorry." He said softly, "I encountered something today."

I'm afraid that you actually don't like me at all.

There was no answer on the phone.

"Jiang Jue?" Qi Lin was stunned for a moment, then panicked: "Are you angry?"

The door was knocked twice.

The sweetheart's voice was clear and clean, still so nice.

"Open the door."

The author has something to say:

Known as the world's greatest pickpocket, Apollo Robin learned about human behavior by stealing watches.Through a lively and interesting demonstration, it demonstrates to us the flaws in cognition.

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