Son of the Bone

The little girl fell asleep in the cradle, Tantai Ming was crying expressionlessly.

He didn't even show a look of sadness, he just took a deep breath and wiped it with his hands after the tears had dried up, then took a deep look at her, turned and left quietly, even closing the door without making a sound.

Jiang Sun didn't express it until after he fully appeared on camera, the next one.

"Don't you need to do it all over again?" the director asked doubtfully.

After Jiang Jue walked out, he was obviously also in a daze for a while.

He obviously didn't quite understand what was going on.

"Jiang Jue, come here." The director called him and asked, "What were you thinking just now?"

The other people cast their curious gazes over at the same time.

"I didn't seem to have any thoughts of my own just now." Jiang Jue was thinking, as if he was retracing the memories that belonged to Tantai Ming alone: ​​"Just now he finally relaxed after coaxing the child."

The countless pressures and anxieties accumulated in the court and outside the house, as well as the hardships and depression accumulated during the game with the queen and the ministers, have been suppressed for too long.

Only after his daughter fell asleep too did he have a moment to himself.

There is no need to establish an image in front of the house slaves, no need to worry about her daughter seeing it, just release all emotions quietly and slowly.

People don't have to cry because they're sad.

The screenwriter had a fresh look on his face.

He didn't write it down for the sake of it, it's just like the real thing.

Jiang Yanzhi stood behind, smiling quite relieved.

This child is really into the play, and can feel the unique emotions of the character.

"There is something else to be laid out before this shot," Jiang Sun told the assistant director, looked at Jiang Jue and said, "Good job, next one."

Qi Lin originally thought that he was quite tall, at least he seemed to stand out in the class.

But when he really stood with those black and white people, he still lacked confidence.

Although it is not possible to beat people in this crew, the problem is that when these five big and three thick men raise their arms, he has the urge to hide.

There was a small white man who was in charge of playing the hacker, and it was rare that he was a little shorter than him, for which he was often made fun of by others.

They will give priority to filming the theft of entering the house, which will also constitute the core plot.

All kinds of hidden buttons and organs are designed to be exquisite and dangerous, but a large part of the actual shooting has to be completed by brain.

Qi Lin wanted to sneak into the lower floor of the house from the sewer pipe, then use the small valve to enter the ventilation channel, and finally landed in the kitchen.

The rich man in the story is participating in a meeting abroad, while the housekeeper and servants keep active in the house, and any movement will trigger the airtight cordon.

And Loan will sneak all the way from the kitchen to the large study on the upper floor, and quickly jump over the laser array with ballet, complete the hexagonal Rubik's cube within a limited time, and then eliminate four pseudonym paintings like a bomb disposal expert. After the last correctly selected frame Take the gilded key.

During the whole process, a secret room design expert created a total of [-] different levels, not only to show the flexibility of the actor's one-handed somersaults, but also to give round after round of impact and stimulation in audio-visual.

And other actors will change their identities as plumbers, FIB investigation agents, call strippers, etc., to interfere and divert their eyes.

For this reason, Qi Lin has learned a lot of messy things, and some days before going to bed, his exercise is to twist the Rubik's cube.

He originally wanted to call it a day and go to Jiang Jue's class, but it took three full days to shoot the laser ballet scene.

The dark and silent study looked empty, as if there was nothing there.

When the special gas was sprayed, fluorescent green lines stretched out in the room like an abstract painting, seemingly covering the entire room without any dead ends.

Long vertical and horizontal lines seal the bottom, and interlaced thin lines divide the space into thin blocks.

As the weak airflow floats up and down, the fluorescent green laser jumps and dyes like a will-o'-the-wisp, clinging to the laser and changing the color rendering area.

Bai Ping turned on the stereo very understandingly, and the ballad-like foreign language songs flowed out, and he began to cue the beat for him.

Qi Lin, who was wearing tights, took a deep breath, walked forward slowly listening to the beat, and jumped into the light and shadow on tiptoe.

At that moment, the airflow showing the laser lines was disturbed and dispersed, and countless thin lines were inserted across and obliquely at countless angles like deadly sharp knives, as if they could cut his throat at any time.

But the young man stretched his body, as if he had entered no man's land.

His arms and long fingers spread evenly like wings, and even the movements of lowering his waist and tilting are beautiful like a circus.

The camera captures every scene from multiple angles with four camera positions, which does not affect his performance in the slightest.

It was like dancing on a dangerous icy lake.

Accompanied by the ups and downs of the drumbeat, he bent down and passed through an extremely narrow angle like a snake, as if his body had no bones.

However, such a scenario cannot be repeated.

Although the laser array has decided on several routes after design, various shooting angles and expressive techniques have to be tried, and several styles of BGM have also been changed, not only lyrical ballet-style background music, but also symphony, opera and even rock music. There are different attempts.

This is undoubtedly testing the limit of the actor's ability.

After each shot, Qi Lin had to rest for a while before continuing to repeat.

Once the music changes, the tempo and tempo change, he has to follow the maximum footsteps of the background music.

Qi Lin used to think that singing and dancing could exhaust a person, but now he thinks he has developed a new side job.

If you can't get along in the future, just do acrobatics.

Bai Ping's positioning is a complete commercial film. It will start shooting on location in December, officially wrap up in March, complete all editing and rendering in September, and be released nationwide in October.

The point of commercial films is to make money, which is to make people of all ages watch with gusto and keep their eyes on it.

Be cool, be eye-catching, and show off enough skills.

Qi Lin has already started trying to use hip-hop footwork and gestures to start passing the laser array.

He took pictures for three days in a row, half of the nights when he was dreaming, his mind was full of faint green line arrays, it was almost the only thing in his mind.

On the third day, Qi Lin's assistant came over with a bag of apples.

In summer, everyone works very hard, and buying some fruit and cold drinks is a courtesy.

Qi Lin originally recorded it once and rested beside him, and suddenly said, "Director Bai."

"What? Want to try reggae?"

"No," he pointed to the red apple next to him: "I want to try this."

Bai Ping's eyes suddenly lit up.

In the camera, the handsome young man is dressed like a secret agent, but he is holding an apple from the kitchen in his hand.

He casually took a bite, and walked in with the apple—as if walking through the entire murderous laser array was like strolling in the courtyard.

The camera outside the lens began to change the height and angle rapidly, capturing his relaxed and lazy expression.

Qi Lin consciously slowed down his movements, and no longer rushed to prove his ability with speed, but every small movement was combined coherently and naturally.

He did a one-handed somersault with the apple in his mouth, passing the laser line with his toes, and everyone who watched was terrified.

Even in such a tense situation, he still didn't forget to take a bite casually, chewing quite casually.

Lower down again, cross again, jump again.

The way he holds an apple in his mouth is like a wolf holding a newly caught prey, raising its claws casually and easily to jump over one trap after another.

When he landed firmly next to the switch, he raised his hand and took another bite, just in time for a butterfly-shaped kernel placed next to the braking device, like an arrogant and unruly demonstration.

The moment he completed this whole set of movements, the foreigners beside him looked dumbfounded.

"Your acrobats are amazing." A black man sighed sincerely, "How did he do it?"

"Not an acrobat." Bai Ping said with a smile: "He's just a young singer."

After Qi Lin confirmed to close the camera, he smiled and shook the fruit core in his hand to them.

"The effect of the shooting is quite good." Bai Ping made a gesture: "Ready to shoot the phone lock and open the picture."

The field staff hurried over to clean up the props and set up the lights, and several other actors who had finished their makeup also took their positions one after another.

I have to say that Qi Lin spoke in a Brooklyn accent very smoothly.

It's as if he grew up in the bottom of New York, and he imitates the nasal and vowel procrastination so vividly.

In fact, Jiang Jue taught them quietly.

Jiang Jue can speak several languages, thanks to the fact that his family took him everywhere since he was a child.

And when he was teaching Qi Lin, he never held back.

If Jiang Jue was cultivated into a pure white drawing paper that can be restored at any time, then Qi Lin is like ceramic clay with high plasticity.

He always retains some of his own style, but he can also integrate into the plot and characters.

There is no distinction between the two, but they are indeed quite good seedlings.

This shot was taken until the end of August.

Since the last kiss quietly, I originally thought that I could meet again on Friday, but two weeks have passed before I knew it.

The two of them are not considered workaholics, but they were quite obedient once they joined the crew, and the director said that if there is another one, they will be able to repeat the show for a whole night.

It's hard for two people to bump into each other on their rest day, but when they really have free time, they don't dare to visit the class.

After Qi Lin really started to understand the matter of acting in a movie, he knew how difficult it is to get into a movie.

When his facial expression is not smooth enough, and his physical condition is not relaxed enough, Director Bai will not turn on the phone at all.

Even if he can really rest, he will habitually maintain Loan's life. Once he even took a sip of his assistant's water naturally, which scared Xiaoji so much that he bought a box of water and carried it back.

At NO.30 in August, I finally had a whole day to rest.

And Jiang Jue also suspended repairs, so he could temporarily relax for a day.

Qi Lin thought about it, and made an appointment with him to go to Bailuan City.

He hasn't been in that place yet.

-2-

Qi Lin filmed in Area A, which is considered a semi-public area.

Although tourists will not rush into the venue when they come to the film and television city, they will scream crazily outside the cordon.

A small number of fanatical fans heard that Qi Lin was making a movie here, and they all went in and out of the cordon watching the crew, and sometimes waited for three or four hours before they could catch a glimpse of Qi Lin coming out to breathe. Like a concert.

Although Qi Lin was so frightened by the sudden roar that he almost dropped the water on the ground, he still handed them ice water to sign for a group photo with a smile on his face, and advised them to be careful of heatstroke and go to a cool place to play.

Then I didn't dare to come out to breathe again.

However, because Bailuan City must be absolutely protected, objectively it is regarded as Director Jiang Da's private territory, so entry and exit are extremely strictly controlled, and it is not easy to bring relatives in and out, and strangers and non-staff members are not allowed.

Jiang Jue got acquainted here every day, and after a little effort, he still brought in the curious Qi Lin.

Although the city is imitated from an ancient system, its layout and style are based on the comprehensive plan of the special effects team and the visual team, creating a landscape that would never appear in reality.

——Although it is indeed very impractical, no city would have such a layout under normal circumstances, but no matter how you look at it, it is indeed elegant and eclectic.

Because the vast majority of people were called to the meeting, and the patrolling security guards also went back to guard the front and rear gates, the Bailuan city was empty.

Jiang Jue is already familiar here like his own house, taking him for a walk around.

Like polite and polite friends, the two walked around the Dragon Candlestick not too far away, visited the Changyue Palace, and sat down to rest in the small pavilion next to the koi pond.

It's as if everything before was just a spur of the moment.

When they were chatting, they avoided that topic by coincidence, and they didn't even ask 'do you miss me' half-jokingly.

But the moist and gentle kiss before seemed to happen just now.

Qi Lin crushed some biscuit crumbs, stood by the koi pond and watched the fish scrambling for food.

It's a pity that the time is staggered.

If this is in college, you can take advantage of the distance to kiss at school today, date tomorrow, and hug the day after tomorrow.

But it happened that this was in the film and television base, and they separated so suddenly for two weeks, and Jiang Jue seemed to have lost weight again.

He turned around and looked at him. Jiang Jue was sitting in the pavilion, holding a thermos cup and slowly drinking tea.

Just after a heavy rainstorm, there was a fresh smell of soil in the air, and the temperature was a little cold, which made him sneezed.

"Don't catch a cold." Qi Lin was startled, took off his coat and put it on him, and sat beside him.

Jiang Jue pulled up his coat, and as soon as he lowered his head, he smelled the faint fragrance of freesia.

It was like falling into his arms again.

He looked at Qi Lin, breathing a little unnaturally.

It seems that if you get closer, it will become more and more ambiguous-the problem is that some actions are already the same as instinct.

Only then did Qi Lin realize that he was staring at him, and turned his head away: "I'm really shy when you're like this, you know that!"

Jiang Jue: "..."

Fool.

In fact, Qi Lin really wanted to hug him, beg for another kiss cheekily, and even touch his smooth cheek.

But he has been an idol for nearly five years, and some professional habits have been carved into his bones.

He can’t have intimate behavior with anyone in public, and he must be careful to follow and secretly take pictures at any time. His eyesight has been trained to the point where he can see a lens like a small black spot 100 meters away.

He liked him more and more, but he didn't dare to take any risks, and he would never gamble on anything.

My own career prospects are actually easy to say, the family has no shortage of resources, even if I really don't want to be an artist, I can go behind the scenes.

But he knows how hysterical and unguided his countless girlfriend fans, aunt fans and even mother fans will be when they see the sneaky photos.

He himself walked all the way through the bloody storm, but he still couldn't block those malicious slanders for him.

In order to protect Jiang Jue, he would rather give up this easy kiss.

The atmosphere seemed a little depressing.

Qi Lin suddenly thought of something, called his assistant, and asked Jiang Jue to wait for him here.

Jiang had no idea what he was going to do, so he nodded obediently.

Before leaving, Qi Lin glanced back at his figure, like a gray cat sitting with its head tilted and waiting for him.

How can Juejue be so cute? TUT

After a while, the sound of slightly heavy footsteps came.

Jiang Jue was teasing the koi with leaves of grass, when he turned his head and saw Qi Lin running back with big bags and small bags as if he had returned from a robbery.

He froze for a moment, completely unable to guess what would happen next: "What's in this bag?"

Qi Lin raised a smile mysteriously: "Fire—pot!"

Jiang Jue: "...???"

Qi Lin's movements were quite neat, and he had already placed the small pot and the alcohol block on the stone table.

"Think about it, in such a cool weather, it's going to start to rain again outside." Qi Lin magically took out boxes of freshly packed yellow-throated duck intestines and Chiba beef tripe, and smelled that the soup base was fresh and delicious. The spicy aroma said: "There are dill hyacinths planted in front, and there are so many koi hanging around us, don't you really think about hot pot?"

He shook the box of tender bamboo shoots in his hand, and said with a smile, "I know you like this."

Jiang Jue helped him clean the table and the bottom of the pot, dumbfounded, lit alcohol with a lighter, smelled the aroma of stewed tender beef with star anise peppers in the dripping rain, and said slowly: "If the two of us are served in one pot by the urban management, tomorrow It’s time to go on a legal program.”

"Well, I've already thought of the title - "Popular Idol Eats Hot Pot by the Pool and Was Arrested Before Being Detained, Shouting for Another Bowl of Sweet Potato Noodles and Going."

Jiang Jue couldn't help laughing, there was nothing he could do about it.

The little assistant was very careful and packed a bundle of fresh orange juice, as well as plenty of tissues, obviously to repay Xiao Qi's boss for his salary increase.

It's been a long time since they had a complete meal like this.

The twilight is sinking in the distance, and the sky is also covered with dark clouds, but the spicy soup and the delicious springy duck intestines make people have no time to feel sad.

"One day the crew was in a hurry and had to fight for time to sleep on the set." Qi Lin helped him refill the orange juice, and said seriously: "Then I slept in a sleeping bag for the first time in my life."

"The kind with a mummy-like outcrop?" Jiang Jue seemed quite experienced: "How about the effect of keeping warm?"

"Duck down—the warmth is very warm." He paused, and his tone was rather sad: "But you also know that I like to roll around when I sleep."

Jiang Jue realized something, and blowing the hot air on the tender bamboo shoots, he said, "You...are so tightly bound by the sleeping bag, can you still roll?"

"Your father, the lovely director Bai, didn't even shoot the movie, and led half of the crew to watch me roll around." Qi Lin took a long breath: "I also want to be an idol, okay?"

Jiang Jue chuckled, and said seriously: "When I'm acting, I always wear a long wig, and sometimes I have to take pictures of my hair hanging down when I'm not combing it."

"Then one day, the director was sitting with me and lecturing, and there was someone pulling my hair from behind." He paused for a moment, then said helplessly, "At first I thought some kid was playing around. It’s to wait until the director has finished speaking before going back to look at it.”

"Is it a child?"

"No...it's a dog." Jiang Jue said sullenly, "It's been gnawing on my hair."

Qi Lin laughed so hard that he almost choked.

The two chatted and ate, and when they were done, they cleaned up the table and the garbage. Except for some suspicious hot pot aroma, there was no trace left at the crime scene.

After all the garbage was disposed of in the bin, Jiang Jue's cell phone rang.

I saw that it was my father calling.

He glanced at Qi Lin, who silently fell silent.

"dad?"

"Xiao Jue, is Qi Lin here with you?" Bai Ping casually said, "I heard from the crew that they saw the two of you go to Bailuan City to play?"

Jiang Jue glanced at Qi Lin again, and hummed emotionally.

"That's just right, the two of you come to 1404 to tell you something."

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Jue was silent for a few seconds: "They told us to go over."

Qi Lin became tense instantly, feeling a strange sense of seeing his parents.

"Do you want to split up?"

"No...he asked us to go together." Jiang Jue looked at his expression: "Don't laugh later...my dad is really very sensitive."

"And no eye contact."

Qi Lin raised his paw to express his cooperation: "I will definitely not look at you."

"No, that's too deliberate." Jiang Jue shook his head: "Be natural."

Alright, see the parent meeting turned into a live performance assessment meeting.

The two children lingered back to the hotel and went upstairs. When they knocked on the door, it was Jiang Yanzhi who opened it.

When Qi Lin saw the goddess, his back stiffened for a moment, and he immediately raised a business-like smile: "Hello, Aunt Jiang."

"Xiao Lin is here." Jiang Yanzhi rubbed his hair casually, but his eyes were watching Jiang Jue's reaction.

"Dad? Mom?" Jiang Jue helped close the door, with a rather normal expression: "What's the matter?"

He was trying desperately not to laugh.

Before meeting Qi Lin in this life, he had never wanted to laugh so much.

"Don't be so serious, don't you two just happen to be roommates?" Jiang Yanzhi sat next to Bai Ping, and the movements of the husband and wife were synchronized.

"Is Bailuan City fun?" Bai Ping observed Qi Lin's expression and asked with a smile.

"It's fun." Qi Lin replied honestly.

Jiang Jue kept his eyes on his nose, his nose and his heart the whole time, suppressing all emotions.

"It's like this, your mother. Old Wu said that you had a cold recently when you called on the phone. I just have medicine here." Jiang Yanzhi took out a small bag and said casually: "In another week, there will be a cold at the school. When school starts, you just go to stay for three or four days, and come back together after completing the internship procedures, Teacher Qin has already said hello, go early and return early."

"Xiao Jue, take care of Qi Lin, remember to supervise him to take medicine." Bai Ping instructed: "I will leave Qi Lin to take care of you, help him get a blanket on the plane."

Qi Lin looked at Jiang Jue, and wagged his tail vaguely again: "I have a cold, and my throat has been hurting."

Jiang Jue tried to observe his parents' expressions, but he couldn't tell whether they had noticed.

The two old foxes didn't have any micro-expressions, they were disgusting.

"Okay." He said slowly and clearly.

"I will take good care of...Qi Lin brother brother."