Son of the Bone

Jiang Jue fell asleep in a daze, half dreaming and half awake, he heard Qi Lin talking.

He moved tentatively, and then found that a whole arm was lying across his face, and it seemed inconvenient to break free from this restraint.

But Qi Lin's arms were indeed very warm, and the air conditioner seemed to be turned on too low.

Qi Lin fell into a deep sleep, muttering something again.

Jiang Jue leaned over and listened for a while, and found that he seemed to be reciting lines.

I was really stunned.

The time to join the group is getting closer and closer, in fact, both of them are a little nervous.

Qi Lin has worked with Bai Ping at least once, so he knows his style of handling things and his shooting requirements in different plots.

But Jiang Jue hadn't filmed a movie with his father yet, and he was determined not to make a fool of himself in public, so he was working hard in silence.

The script of "Fairy Painting" has ups and downs in the plot, and the character setting is quite complicated.

For example, when Qi Lin received the script, he also received a spell-chanting manual.

At that time, classmate Xiao Qi carefully read all the spells and incantations in it, and then called the screenwriter to ask whether it was true or not.

The answer is that it was made up casually while playing mahjong.

The screenwriter wrote the incantations casually, but the problem is that Wu Zhu Xuanyou wanted to recite the incantations in real ways.

Not only did he have to recite these words that were more twisted than Guankou, but he also had to recite them aloud without any sense of shame or secondary sense during the performance.

So it was a mistake to choose a mage, and he would be beaten at any time if he chanted for such a long time.

The screenwriter team was very well prepared, and Wu Zhu's healing and curse spells were all systematically designed.

However, all the spell-casting movements, seal gestures, and coordinated expressions have to be shaped by the actors themselves.

These days, when Qi Lin recites his lines and spells at home, passers-by who pass by downstairs sometimes hear it, with horrified faces, thinking that someone is running a cult.

Jiang Jue's lines were very few in the early stage, almost none.

Although everyone can see all kinds of excitement when watching a movie, but when the language of the movie is converted into the script, it is probably like this——

Yun Ye (looks angry): Huh——

Yun Ye (with pain): Hiss! !

Yun Ye: Woo...

All kinds of onomatopoeias made this evil dragon look like a husky that had just been neutered in the script.

Jiang Jue had to use a pen to mark his lines of lines with different emotions and inner activities according to the context and the plot, trying to organize a coherent performance.

Because he had worked with director Bai, Qi Lin wanted to find a feeling in advance, and sometimes he would lie down in various places, feeling the pure and compassionate attitude of Xiao Wuzhu.

However, this feeling is still too far away.

The profession of celebrity has seen too many sentient beings, received too much love and followers, and sometimes becomes numb unconsciously.

In his state, he can only act mysteriously, clearly and ignorantly, but he can't find the sense of compassion that helps the world and saves people in his eyes.

Jiang Jue turned over and tried to cover himself with the quilt, but unexpectedly woke up Qi Lin.

The other party seemed to have just had a nightmare, and his body was half propped up suddenly, and he fell back into the quilt the moment he realized it was a dream.

"Juejue—" Qi Lin's voice was soft like a child's when he didn't wake up, he reached out and rubbed Jiang Jue's face, and whispered: "I dreamed that I was kicked out by Director Bai."

Jiang Jue yawned for a long time: "I dreamed about it too."

"Why don't I go to the temple to worship tomorrow." Qi Lin said worriedly: "By the way, I will find the feeling of the heart of a Bodhisattva."

He has learned a lot of lines in the past few days, but he still hasn't found them.

If you go to the production team in this state, you may be caught and scolded by director Bai again.

Jiang Jue curled up in his arms like a cat, let him rub his hair lazily, and suddenly said, "I know a place."

The next day, they drove to an orphanage on the outskirts of the city.

I didn’t go empty-handed when I went. All kinds of toys, books, and nutritional products filled the trunk and back seat to the brim.

They didn't intend to leave their names, nor did they ask the media to expose and praise them. They were just like ordinary young people in the two cities, coming to this place that seemed to have been forgotten by society long ago.

The Spring Festival couplets at the entrance of the orphanage are mottled, and various advertisements and phone numbers selling fake medicines are pasted on the walls.

In the yard, there are children chasing and playing games, and some old people moved stools to bask in the sun.

Many staff members were drying dried radishes and salted fish. The house already had an obvious sense of history, but it was still clean.

Qi Lin rarely came to this kind of place, and when he saw them, he even breathed a lot easier.

Before letting go of his identity as an idol, his life was compressed and airtight.

There are 360 ​​and five days a year, maybe 340 days are spent running around to make announcements, filming and recording variety shows, and 20 days are smirking at various parties and social occasions.

I don't have time to feel life, and I don't have time to see the world more.

Jiang was definitely familiar with this kind of place—an aunty volunteer recognized him at a glance, came over to say hello, and called other people to help get gifts.

Many children found that there were guests coming, and rushed over in a swarm.

"Brother came to see us!"

"Is it Brother Xiaojiang?"

Qi Lin froze for a moment when he saw the faces of the children clearly.

Some children's hair was obviously shaved, and the traces of the scalp being stitched could not be removed, obviously they had been abused.

Some children have albinism, and their eyebrows, hair, and skin are completely different from other children.

There are also blind children who were brought over to play by two other girls holding hands.

They all smiled carefree, happy and at ease.

When Qi Lin knelt down to accept their big hugs, his heart ached as if he had been stabbed.

He could truly feel what they were going through, but they were happy because they didn't know.

Jiang Jue would come here two or three times almost every year, and he was already accompanying the social worker aunts to carry gifts.

Qi Lin stood in the yard, watching the children continue to laugh and play games, and cautiously greeted the old people.

Their clothes were old but neat, and the yard had just been swept and still smelled of damp earth.

The faces and palms of the old people are covered with senile plaques, and some grandpas have lost all their teeth, and their speech is quite slurred.

Some of them would hold Qi Lin's hand tightly, rambling earnestly and indistinctly for a long time.

Some people even struggle to adjust their sitting posture, sitting alone and tired in the sun.

Qi Lin stayed with them for a whole afternoon.

He played games with the children, read newspapers to the old people, wiped the stairs, tables and chairs with disinfectant with Jiang Jue, and drew pictures with the children.

When leaving, Jiang Jue pointed to the rearview mirror in the car.

"Take a look."

"What?" Qi Lin glanced at his glasses: "Is there something dirty on my face?"

"No, remember this look." Jiang Jue looked at the mirror and said, "This is Xuanyou's look."

Qi Lin froze for a moment, then looked into his own eyes in the mirror.

Forbearance, compassion, and kindness.

The secret that Xuanyou knows is the suffering that all sentient beings are going through.

In mid-August, Bai Ping finally returned to China, and the two of them flew to Zhuqian together.

For movies like "Fairy Painting", many scenes require post-production CG synthesis, and most of them are shot in real scenes and green screens.

For example, the pillars and the shell of the house are built in the shed to determine the depth of field and the position of the camera, but from the floor to the background board, it may be all green.

The studio of "Fairy Painting" has not been fully set up yet, but part of it has been opened to let the two of them familiarize themselves with the environment in advance.

For the past half month, Jiang Jue and Qi Lin will continue their martial arts training, but compared to the fierce fighting in "The Gilded Key", here is more of an artistic sword dance, which consumes relatively less energy.

Bai Ping was so busy that he once lost his temper and asked the team to tear down two sheds and rebuild them, and then called the two leading actors to the office to talk.

Qi Lin and Jiang Jue stood in front of him, not daring to show their breath.

The two of them had never been so cowardly in front of the head teacher.A boss is still a boss after all.Dad is still dad after all.

Bai Ping didn't speak, just sat opposite them and stared at them for a long time.

"Qi Lin's state is right." He said, "You, no, go back and continue looking."

While Qi Lin breathed a sigh of relief, he subconsciously glanced at Jiang Jue.

He didn't expect that Bai Ping was very cold and harsh to other people when he was working, and he didn't expect to be the same to his son.

Jiang Jue didn't ask any more questions, just nodded and left.

Qi Lin hurriedly said goodbye to Bai Ping, and chased him out.

The role of Yun Ye is actually very difficult to play.

In the script, he's strictly a villain.

When he was young, because his family was slaughtered, he was locked up as a prisoner, and became a dragon with horns that was cast aside and humiliated by the immortals.

But Wu Zhu accidentally helped him break the shackles. After escaping from the shackles, he retaliated and killed many innocent people, and was once in a violent and rebellious state.

He is extremely injured, fragile to the bone, and a character who is constantly being purified by Xuanyou.

So Jiang Jue wanted to act out that kind of hostility and bloodlust.

Hostility is easy to say, but killing intent is actually hard to say.

If we talk about the experiential school, Jiang Jue is actually a lawful and kind-hearted school, unable to substitute into the desperate and tyrannical character of the characters.

In terms of methods, Jiang Jue didn't even dare to kill bullfrogs, and he didn't have the experience of killing other large animals, let alone exchange his emotions.

As soon as Bai Ping saw the aura of his good student, he knew that the boy hadn't found his way yet.

After Qi Lin chased him out, he didn't see anyone, and after wandering around in various studios for a long time, he found Jiang Jue in the utility room.

There was not much emotion on his face, he just nodded when he saw Qi Lin.

Qi Lin's heart softened, he closed the door and gave him a hug.

He knew that Jue Jue was too strong.

Jiang Jue wants to be the best at everything, and he doesn't allow himself to fail, pushing himself to the most exhausting point every time.

Jiang Jue was hugged by Qi Lin, and just now he was stubborn and refused to say anything, but now many things in his heart melted away, and he only whispered these words to him.

He actually knew how to find this feeling.

Go buy ten little white mice, chop off their heads and tails one by one, and you can feel that abnormal and distorted feeling.

But that was too cruel, he couldn't do it.

Qi Lin hugged him and thought for a long time, then suddenly took out his phone: "I seem to have thought of a game."

He also downloaded one on Jiang Jue's cell phone, called Stimulating Battlefield.

The two sat side by side on the broomstick, and explained the rules and gameplay in two or three sentences.

"If you survive to the last one, you win."

Jiang Jue followed him to the ground to pick up guns, scavenged supplies from various houses, and shuttled through the chaotic sound of gunfire wearing a hat and body armor.

All kinds of encircling footsteps loomed, making one's heart beat wildly.

Before Jiang Jue could find out who was walking nearby, Qi Lin suddenly raised his hand and fired a round of bullets, knocking a person behind him to the ground.

The man knelt on the ground in embarrassment, trembling like a worm, trying to crawl out.

"Juejue, go over and make up the knife." Qi Lin said softly: "You must hit his head and chest."

Jiang Jue took a few steps forward and saw the man kneeling in front of him, still struggling to get out with his elbows.

"If you don't make up, you will run away."

Jiang Jue took a deep breath and pressed the shooting button.

The recoil caused the muzzle of the gun to keep tilting up, and the bullets rushed into different positions of the man chaotically, and the green blood stains also exploded like jelly.

The man staggered and struggled for a final moment before collapsing to the ground.

Jiang Jue hastily turned his head and glanced at Qi Lin, obviously panicked and nervous.

It was indeed just a game, but when he saw someone kneeling in front of him and seeing a bullet shot into his chest, he felt no joy in his heart, and even his breathing was a little flustered.

He never plays games, and doesn't have much contact with Internet culture. His feelings about these things are completely different from those of his peers.

"Don't stop, keep going." Qi Lin said firmly: "You have to imagine that you are a murderer, and you want to kill all those people lurking outside."

Playing the bronze game, there is no sniping, no yin, just one word, just.

Jiang Jue fixedly glanced at the phone screen, and continued to listen to the gunshots not far away with a slight headache.

This is really hard work for art.

The author has something to say: Jiang Jue: I don’t want to kill TAT

Qi Lin: No, you want it, hurry up →_→

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