[Brother War] On the heroine's self-cultivation

After a few days, the people in the crew had almost recovered, and the filming of the film officially started.

Yong Yuanhui performed very well. Although it is the first time to participate in filming, he is very aura, and with a good external image, he still looks like a star.

After cooperating with the scene in the Potala Palace, Yong Yuanhui couldn't help being a little nervous when he was about to shoot the scene in the bar.After all, although the two of them had a rivalry before, they only met briefly and didn't interact much. Now that the main event is about to start, he is also worried about whether he can complete the task.

Seeing his uneasiness, Ema relieved: "It's okay, I will guide you when the time comes."

Yong Yuanhui then took out the next paragraph of the script and humbly asked the girl who was several years younger than him for advice. Ema didn't hesitate, pointing to the script and explaining it to him word by word.

"...You have to be stunned for a while when you see me crying, and then when you take out a tissue, you can take a few more quickly to express the feeling of being overwhelmed, and hesitate when you hand it to me A moment, yes, just like this, tentatively hand it to me. When I stand up and run out, you have to scramble to pick up the chair and wipe the wine on the table with a paper towel, while making an innocent expression to the surroundings that it’s none of your business, Well, it’s okay to smile a little stiffly, anyway, your smile is stiff..."

Yong Yuanhui interrupted and asked, "Will you really cry then?"

Ema looked at him with a smile, "Do you want me to cry for you now?"

He waved his hands again and again, "I'm just a little curious. I used to watch crying scenes on TV and wanted to know how those people cried. Apart from eye drops, did they have to think desperately about sad things?"

"Some people are like this, imagining that they have encountered various tragic events, or simply pinching themselves and beating themselves, and not blinking for a long time, but these are all small tricks, because even crying, different situations and different people have different ways. The same way of crying, if you cry just for the sake of crying, you won’t have that sense of reality.” Seeing Yong Yuanhui listening with eyes wide open like the elementary school students in the classroom, Ema couldn’t help laughing, “Of course the most natural thing is Put yourself into the role, why the character is crying, and why you are crying, that's all."

Yong Yuanhui nodded with a "unclear" expression, "I see, why did you cry in the script?"

Ema was stopped by the question, and couldn't help but cast a glance at Hikari, who was sitting next to the director and watching the playback camera intently, then shook her head and smiled, "I'm thinking about this question too."

Hikari's novels narrate the story from the perspective of Ren Mukai as the protagonist. From the beginning to the end, the girl in it has no psychological description. At the end of this story, the girl's background and purpose of action are all unsolved mysteries.

After the novel was adapted into a script, although the director suggested that the girl should be described in a more comprehensive way, Hikari did not agree and continued to compose the story according to his own wishes.Ema is actually very curious. Although the girl in the story is based on her and she has her own interpretation, she doesn't know what Hikari wants to express through this story.

As if aware of her gaze, Guang looked up at her, and a smile appeared naturally.

Ema couldn't help but send back a smile.

But after a while, the scene of the bar was set up, and the director ordered to start shooting. Yong Yuanhui walked in and performed according to the requirements of the script. During the period, he reshot several times because of the problem of expression method and light angle. Fortunately, he was not dull. Soon into the rhythm.

It went smoothly to the scene with Ema, and she was still thinking about how to behave next while preparing for the next scene. Why is "she" crying?If it was me, why would I cry?By the way, the most critical question should be what kind of music "she" heard at that time, which made such a calm "her" lose control?

Aware of this problem, Ema just wanted to ask Guang, but the director had signaled to start filming, so she could only sit down and quickly enter the plot.

The actor who is arranged to be the proprietress of the bar in the script is a resident singer in a bar temporarily found by the crew in Tibet. She has long hair tied in layers of pigtails and wears a red and black linen skirt. She looks like a literary young woman. .

Facing the camera, she was not at all stage frightened, and skillfully signaled the band next to her to start accompaniment, and adjusted the height of the microphone by herself.Listening to the top note of the accompaniment, Ema always felt a little familiar, as if she had heard it a long time ago.

The prelude was over, and the singer closed his eyes and began to sing.

In the past, it was cold in winter and rainy in summer

In autumn, your voice is warm, warm, warm

You said that there was a vast expanse of white snow behind the house at that time

In the valley there is a golden flag fluttering in the strong wind

Yong Yuanhui showed a dazed look even without acting. He turned his head to look at Ema because he couldn't understand at all. Although it was arranged according to the script, he was really stunned when he saw Ema's expression.

In the script, Ema should be in tears at this time, but she covered her eyes with her hands, leaned her head back on the chair, and could only see her thin lips tightly pressed together, as if using Enduring something with all my strength.

The singer is still singing.

I saw a mountain eagle flying above the lonely two fish

Two fish cross a river salty as the sea

A river falls and meets people broken

The ashes of the mountain eagle are covered with people walking

Two drops of water overflowed from between the fingers, and two curves formed on the face, followed by two more drops, knocking down the water droplets that were still hanging on the chin.

Yong Yuanhui was really panicked, he clearly felt that this was not an acting skill, but a feeling of sadness and confusion spreading, not piercing grief, but panic as if something had been lost.

He hastily pulled out a tissue and sent it tremblingly, "That, does it matter?"

Ema covered her eyes and shook her head, said nothing, pushed Yong Yuanhui's hand away, stood up and ran out.

Now Yong Yuanhui didn't know if she was acting or not, she stood or sat or looked around, just in time to see the director wiping his neck with his hands and beckoning him to chase outside, then he came to his senses, and quickly Get up and chase out.

As soon as the wool felt hanging on the door was lifted, Yong Yuanhui's steps that rushed out were stopped.

Ema didn't sit on the ground wiping her tears like in the script, but stood with her arms folded under the streetlight, and there was a person next to him who was taking off his coat and putting it on her. He recognized that it was the screenwriter Mitsuru Asakawa.

The streetlights stretched the shadows of the two people so long that they almost merged into one.

He hesitated for a while, then closed the curtain, retreated into the store, and smiled dryly at the crew members who surrounded him, "Well, Uniyi is a little too involved in the drama, let her take it easy."

Ema sobbed uncontrollably for a long time before she calmed down, wiped her face with the sleeve of her coat, stared at the shadow under her feet and remained silent.Hikaru didn't speak, and put his hands in his trouser pockets, looking at Ema's hair twirling thoughtfully.

After a long time, Ema finally spoke, her voice was still a little hoarse, "You chose this song?"

There was a "huh" sound.

"Why use this song?" She knew that Guang didn't understand Chinese, and this song, even ordinary people who understand Chinese, could not understand its deep meaning.

Guang didn't answer directly, "When you were in Norway, you once asked me a question, do you remember?"

Ema pondered for a while, then smiled slightly, "I remember, I asked you if you believed in reincarnation, and you said you did."

"That's what I said casually." Guang confessed very honestly, "In fact, I didn't think much about this kind of abstract question. At that time, I just thought that you seemed to care about the answer to the question, so I followed what you said."

Ema was stunned for a moment, she didn't expect to be fooled, "Well, what then?"

Guang smiled, "Then because of you, I seem to believe it."

Ema raised her head abruptly, staring at the light in a daze.The street lights were dim, and the temperature was cold at this time, and a cloud of white mist was brought out when he breathed, making his face look like a water-stained ink painting, light and blurred.

"I've always been curious about why you, who have never been to China, care so much about this country, even more than the country where you grew up. Your Chinese is so proficient that you don't seem to be self-taught. Understanding is not superficial, but you seem to be resisting others from discussing China with you, and you don’t want to mention everything about China to others. I have been thinking, why is this?”

Ema's tone was calm and indifferent, "Then you have thought about the result now?"

Seeing Ema with a cold expression, Hikari stretched out his hand in his pocket to cover her face, his warm hand pressed against his cold cheek, and the heat was continuously transmitted.

Ema wanted to retreat, but she was a little greedy for the warmth of his palm, so she just stood with her eyes downcast.

It's rare to see Ema so obedient and docile, Hikaru couldn't help rubbing the delicate skin twice with his fingertips, and after a while he asked another question, "Are you wondering why I'm not in the script?" Give that girl an account of her experience."

Ema wanted to nod, but her face was held, so she could only give a low "hmm".

"Because reality is not a novel, it doesn't have to have ups and downs, there are some causes and effects, and it doesn't have to get to the bottom of it."

Ema raised her eyes, facing Shangguang, which was dyed a layer of warm color under the street lamp, as if her eyes were infinitely gentle.In her impression, Guang is like a hunter. Once he finds something unknown or curious, he will pursue it, and he will use all means to find out what he is interested in. But now...he said that he I don't want to explore my past.

Is this a...compromise?

Ema involuntarily covered the back of Hikari's hand with her own. The back of his hand had become slightly cool in the cold wind, but it was warmed by Ema's hand.

"Guang, do you... like me?"

Hikari's fingertips trembled, lightly gliding across Ema's eyes.

"I......"

"Uiyi!" A voice sounded out of nowhere.

Withdrawing her hand like an electric shock and taking a big step back, Ema turned her head, and Uehara Kazuya stood at the door expressionlessly looking at her, "Have you rested enough? We're about to start filming the next scene."

"Well, it's all right." She moved her eyes between Uehara Kazuya and Hikari with some guilt, wondering when he came and how much he had heard.

"Then go in and touch up your makeup." Uehara Kazuya's eyes were colder than the air at this time.

"Oh."

Ema obediently wanted to go back to the bar, but was blocked by Uehara Kazuya at the door, and raised her head in confusion, "What's wrong?"

Kazuya Uehara tore off the coat she was wearing on her back, "Go in."

For a moment, Ema felt like a light was on her back, and resisted not looking back, straightened her back, lifted the wool felt and got in.

Uehara Kazuya waited for the blanket to fall before taking two steps forward, pinching the collar of his coat and throwing it forward casually, just reaching out to catch it, shaking it away, stretching his arms and putting it back on his body, a trace of something that didn't belong to him drifted across the tip of his nose. fragrance.

"This is a public place, please pay attention to your words and deeds, and don't cause unnecessary trouble to her."

Hikaru put his hand in his coat pocket, looked at Kazuya Uehara, and smiled casually: "You were the one who couldn't wait to get this script back then, but now, the initiative is not in your hands."

Kazuya Uehara frowned and looked at him coldly, "What do you mean?"

Hikaru didn't answer, but squeezed his neckline, brushed Kazuya Uehara's shoulder and walked into the bar.

"stop!"

Just leaning against the door frame, turned around, "What advice do you have?"

Uehara Kazuya stared at him for a while, and a smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Who do you think Ema cares more about between you and me?"

As if he had heard some very funny joke, he folded his arms and laughed for a long time, until Kazuya Uehara laughed so hard that his face sank before he stopped, looking at him with crooked eyes, "You can ask this question Ema, I'm really looking forward to her reaction to this."

Uehara Kazuya has rarely been treated with this attitude over the years, and his eyes were as cold as a knife for a while.

"By the way, I would like to suggest you, don't take the child for a long time, and you will really treat yourself as a father. If you are too self-righteous, you will end up as a human being."

After speaking, he lifted the blanket lightly and disappeared through the door.

Uehara Kazuya outside the door was also sullen and clenched his fists unconsciously.

The author has something to say: When I finished writing, I remembered the dream of Ema at the beginning, and I couldn't help but laugh for a long time

Then I apologize, Xinxin children's shoes, I can't double update today, I've been busy recently, the update time is relatively late, I don't have time to update another chapter QAQ, I have the opportunity to make up for you

Finally, thank you Ayu for the landmine, okay, I won’t replace the male lead with Uehara Kazuya, so don’t worry 23333