Son of the Bone

When Qi Lin was playing the flute, he wondered if popping candies were stuffed into the hole, would it smell like blueberries when he played the flute.

"A Journey to Gusu" will give you a sense of ecstasy when you play it. He squinted his eyes and wandered away, quite like an old man with a green donkey.

The door opened suddenly.

Jiang Jue walked in with a suitcase and a large bag of walnuts, and glanced at him at the door.

Qi Lin blinked and put Erlang's legs down and immediately sat upright. His first reaction was: "Did you skip work?"

"No." Jiang Jue hugged the walnut, obviously unable to hold things.

But how long have you been away...

Qi Lin put down the flute, and went to help him pick up the suitcases and bags and the pile of paper walnuts. Before he finished taking the things in his hand, he was hugged tightly.

Jiang Jue buried his face in his arms and didn't speak for a while.

"What's the matter, the director bullied you?" Qi Lin helped him carry his things with one hand, and tried to pat his head with the other hand.

When Jiang Jue touched him, it was like a puffer fish deflated, and his tired and tense state gradually let go.

"Good boy... tell me what's uncomfortable," Qi Lin patted the back of his head after touching it, and said in a soft voice like coaxing a child to sleep: "If you can't pay the liquidated damages, can I help you?"

Jiang Jue rubbed his face against his neck, and said sullenly, "I want to eat walnuts."

"Okay, I'll give you a door clip."

"Eat ten in the morning, in the evening."

"It's okay, the door of the dormitory is enough, if it's broken, I'll ask the housekeeper to fix it."

"I still want to eat black sesame paste."

"I'll take you to the cafeteria to eat, put sweet-scented osmanthus candies!"

Qi Lin was afraid that something might happen to him, but after hugging him for a while, except for feeling too tired, everything seemed to be okay, and just about to ask something, he stretched out his hand and hugged him tightly again.

Jiang Jue kissed him on the face, and it was rare to enter the state of acting like a baby.

"I am back."

"Baby...can we take away the bag of walnuts in my arms first?" Qi Lin tried not to spoil the atmosphere: "It hit my ribs."

I'm really embarrassed to take the door clip.

It's not that the door is not hard enough, it's that it's really weird to squat next to the door as an idol.

After Jiang Jue washed his face and put his luggage away, he sank into the beanbag of the beanbag sofa. Qi Lin used pliers to crush one piece of paper and then opened his mouth to pick up another piece of paper, without falling off the whole time.

After watching the little ancestor eat to his heart's content, Qi Lin asked cautiously: "Yes... really came back from work?"

Jiang Jue ate and drank enough, sank into the bean bag and yawned: "The filming is over."

Qi Lin was silent for a few seconds, then pointed to his head: "Here's a brain, not a walnut."

Qi Lin didn't follow him, but he knew the basic situation.

Needless to say about the scenes with Director Bai, the preparatory period has nothing to do with the actors. When entering the group, they first practice martial arts or lines for two months, and then shoot for at least another six to seven months.

Jiang Falcon shoots faster, but he finishes work late every day and loves to polish his lens, so he has to do it again with different light sources and different angles.

Even if Wei Feng, who is the most efficient in the industry, can't finish shooting red-neck scolding people every day, it will take at least three months, after all, what he is shooting is not rubbish but a movie.

"Do you know how many days I've been filming?" Jiang Jue looked up at him, and stretched out nine fingers: "Nine days—from entering the group to wrapping up, I finished filming in nine days."

Qi Lin originally wanted to chat a few words and go back to record the prelude of the flute, but now he sat back beside him: "Jiu-Tian?"

Jiang Jue tried to sit upright, and made another nine.

"Five days of material, two days of memory training, and one day of real life escape."

Qi Lin felt that he was talking about heavenly scriptures.

Can this thing be sold for money?impossible……

Wait, five plus two plus...

"This is eight days?"

"Oh, let me go to bed one more day."

After he escaped, he slept for thirteen hours.

In my dream, I went to listen to Qi Lin's New Year's Eve concert, only to find out that I was a guest vocalist, and I sang Happy Birthday to 10 people.

It's so embarrassing that it explodes, okay?

Jiang Jue was a little thirsty after eating the walnuts, so he directly took Qi Lin's cup and drank the peach pear tea he had just made.

He recounted everything that had happened during those eight hours.

Qi Lin knew that he was going to act in a crime thriller movie, but he didn't expect it to be this scary.

After Jiang Jue finished listening, someone's eyes filled with tears: "My Jue come to hug—"

Jiang Jue was carried by him in a bear hug in a daze. The weight of the two of them almost squeezed the bean bag, and the cup of sweet tea in his hand almost spilled.

"Be careful—the tea is still hot, hey!"

Qi Lin looked at his expression carefully, and asked, "Are you okay?"

Someone took a sip of tea: "What do you think?"

In the clip where he took the Best Actor this year, he was stabbed through by his own mother with a sword, and he still stared at her.

After that performance, I still had nightmares for several days.

Seeing his normal expression, Qi Curious Baby Lin tried to ask: "They are so cruel that they scare you with water and gas."

"The water is really released, but it is only for the camera to see, and it will not flow to other rooms."

"What about the gas? Can't you really put gas?"

Jiang Jue took out his phone angrily, turned to a certain audio and pressed the play button.

"Bah——————"

Qi Lin thought of something, and asked nervously, "What about the footsteps?"

What does the sound of footsteps represent?

Jiang Jue casually put the sweet tea on the floor next to him, nestled into his arms and said lazily, "The sound of footsteps is the sound of footsteps."

"Didn't you say that the footsteps were getting closer and closer," Qi Lin suddenly realized something was wrong: "Sometimes there are walls or something?"

Veteran cadre Jiang raised his finger and poked him in the face.

Thrillers have long been used to exaggerate the atmosphere. The first is the looming footsteps, the second is the sound of glass marbles falling to the ground, and the third is the sudden cry.

If the question is - what does footsteps mean, then the question is completely unanswered.

What can really make people feel endless fear is the imagination in people's hearts-commonly known as brain supplement.

It is precisely because I don't know what it is that is gradually approaching that I scare myself into tears.

But the truth is that the loudspeaker is constantly adjusting the volume.

Qi Lin hugged him, seeing the idiot lazily coiling two walnuts in his arms with one hand, he didn't know whether to be distressed or grateful.

It is impossible for an actor to choose only one genre.

The method school itself is also born out of the experience school. If you really want to play a role, you must feel real emotions.

"Jiang Jue, do you still remember that church?" He suddenly asked.

"Well, my dad picked it with you, it's not very big."

It was Qi Lin's first starring role in a movie, and it was Bai Ping's movie.

The church they chose together is the safe zone.

Enter the church and pray to the idol. His identity is Loan, the policeman who chooses justice and revenge.

Entering the church, lighting a cigarette and sitting there, the one who left was the unbearable and humble thief Loan who lived in the market.

And it was Qi Lin who took out a bag of spicy strips and ate them while brushing sand sculpture Weibo.

Whether he killed someone, did a thrilling high-altitude parkour, or suffered from a dislocated shoulder so painful that he couldn't speak, as long as he sat in the church for a pack of spicy sticks, he could find himself.

At the beginning, Bai Ping inspired him to find this safe zone, just like Bai Ping led Yu Ren out of the shadow brought by Jiang Yanzhi.

"You are really lucky." He lowered his head and stroked Jiang Jue's hair, and said softly, "The safe zone is in your heart."

Even in any place, you can find yourself.

Jiang Jue has been acting in dramas for so many years, and he has experienced all kinds of pros and cons, and his experience is much richer than him.

But even if he is so proficient, until this year when he acted in "Fairy Painting", he would still empathize with the abused Yun Ye. He had nightmares in the middle of the night and had to sleep in Qi Lin's arms to seek more security.

He practiced picking it up and putting it down too many times.

Become the charming and coquettish Yue Yu, twisting his hips like a water snake when dancing, and even singing exudes sinking hormones.

Many movie fans called him to debut as an idol, to carry on Yue Yu's dream forever, but he said that if he made a play, it would be a play.

Tantai Ming, who became an unrepentant death, was obviously blessed and kissed by the heavenly dragon, and died tragically by the sword in the end. Once he took off his theater robe, he would come out in two or three days.

The human soul is made up of memories.

All your memories will evolve into your personality and become factors that affect you.

But as actors, they are destined to have real memories and experiences that do not belong to them, and they may even have to repeat the feeling of heartbreak.

Qi Lin hugged Jiang Jue tightly, and said slowly, "Your superpower probably means being able to eliminate things that don't belong to you. No matter what character you meet, you can let go when it's time to let go."

Such a strong mental ability is probably the reason why Bai Ping chose to let him go.

Jiang Jue closed his eyes and said slowly, "Do you know where I am now?"

"In...a dream?" Qi Lin was stunned for a few seconds.

"No, I'm in my church."

He fell into his arms, smiling contentedly and peacefully.

"Let me stay a little longer."