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Wen Lue read the script dozens of times, circled around Du Mingcheng dozens of times, and never had the nerve to speak. He wanted to say, director, feelings don't have to be too straightforward. Sometimes it is more representative when it is reserved.

But he never dared to speak.Du Mingcheng looked satisfied with his acting skills, so if you have any comments, just ask.But the script...

That is the soul of an author, sacred and inviolable!

Wen slightly looked at the script:

Jiajun: Why are you doing this?My heart, my body, and my soul are all yours, but you... why did you betray me?

Wen slightly swallowed his saliva.

Jiajun: Have you forgotten that night?Your breathing has always been in my ears, and I will never forget it.

Wen slightly coughed, what should I say on that occasion?

Jiajun: Even if you give me another chance, I will give myself to you without reservation.

Wen Lue couldn't bear it anymore, why every sentence revolved around that matter.

Jiajun: I love you!

This sentence is the most unbearable part of Wenlue.He couldn't say these three words to An Chengdian no matter what.

"Soup!" An Chengdian came over with a bowl of steaming food.

Wen Lue smelled the scent, and the greedy worm in his heart ran out. It was hard to imagine that every day he was standing outside in a beastly suit, accepting interviews and acting as various men, but now he was here serving him soup.

I don't know where a sense of superiority came from. Such a man should recognize him even if he is of the same sex!In the heart of the fans that suddenly grew, Wen Lue felt that he was so scary, and this association was too scary.

"Wait, don't let me die so ugly!" When An Chengdian said this, Wen Lue was still in a daze.

After thinking about it carefully, I finally understood An Chengdian's meaning, gave him a blank look, and said coldly, "I'm a professional."

"You are the most professional!" An Chengdian patted his head, smiled and left.

After drinking the soup, the martial arts instructor went to the camera to explain the movements in An Chengdian. Seeing that Wen Lue had passed, the martial arts instructor came to instruct him on the movements. After communicating for about half an hour, Du Mingcheng shouted to shoot.

It is still difficult for such superstars who are worth XXXX million to fight.It's not about the movements and skills, the two of them are not rookies after all, it's just that both of their faces have bought XXXW's insurance, in case they are accidentally scratched by props, it's okay.

As a celebrity, he still has reservations about his face. After all, he depends on this thing for food. Although Wen Lue doesn't want to admit that most of his popularity is due to his face, he still has to be a bit distracted.

The scene between the two of them is the most difficult martial arts scene in the whole show. Weiyale's him is a little hurt, and An Chengdian is probably not much better.The two stood facing each other and smiled at each other, a little bit of a feeling of grudges.

It has always been a small fight before, even if the confrontation is the feeling of each other's hands-on, but this time it is different, the two of them are desperately betting, so the atmosphere is very different, the martial arts instructor said, this Although this move looks fancy, every move must be powerful.So the accuracy must not be accurate, if it really hits An Chengdian with a sword, it will be fun.

Du Mingcheng sat by the camera and waved.here we go!

Jiajun: You must put me to death?

Wen Lue had a sad face when he said this, the sword in his hand was tightly gripped, and hatred slowly formed on his brows.

An Chengdian stood there with a big knife in his hand, his long hair swaying in the wind, and his hand holding the knife trembled slightly. He didn't dare to look into the other's eyes. In his heart, Jiajun's love was too strong for him, a man with nothing to worry about. Let go, but even so, until now they have to fight each other.

Jiajun: My father is my father, and I am me!

Lynch: Can you give up all this and follow me?

Jiajun: I can!

Lynch: I can't, I still have a lot to do, you are with me... it will only hurt me!

Jiajun: Really?

Wen Lue sneered and pursed his lips slightly: "Stop being hypocritical!"

Lifting the sword and going up, An Chengdian showed a painful expression, and retreated step by step.

"Pick up your knife!" Wen Lue yelled, "Since you already have a choice, why bother to pretend!"

While talking, the sword dance under his hand was impenetrable, piercing the opponent's life gate like a spirit snake, An Chengdian narrowly avoided every fatal move from the opponent, his heart hurt slightly, it seemed that the opponent was planning to To his death, there is no point in him being here anymore.He didn't want to die, but he didn't want the other party to die either.

The knife in his hand finally came out to fight, and for a while, only the sound of the sword colliding was heard.

Every time the knife and the sword collided, Wen Lue felt that the sword in his hand was about to fly away, bastard, why did you use so much force, it flew out and directly stabbed him in the face, ruining his acting career.

An Chengdian calmly evaded Wen Lue's offensive, and the knife in his hand was always according to the martial arts instructor's plan. Although there would be deviations in the middle, he would rather have an accident by himself than Wen Lue.

Suddenly Wen Lue's hand trembled, and the sword almost fell out of his hand. An Chengdian hurriedly backed away with the sword in his hand. Because of the excessive force, he retreated directly out of the camera.

Du Mingcheng yelled "ka" with a dark face.Then he dragged An Chengdian aside for the education class.

An Chengdian couldn't be blamed for this matter, compared to Wen Lue's heartless, An Chengdian worried too much and worried too much.Everyone invested a lot in this drama, some unnecessary shots were chosen by themselves, and even though the two people appeared to be good, they were actually a bit serious.

While listening to Du Mingcheng's training, An Chengdian looked at the Wenlue, which was still in communication with the martial arts instructor.This guy is really desperate.He couldn't help but get serious.

Standing in front of the camera again, the mentality of the two people is different, what if An Chengdian is dead!

Wen Lue stood in front of him with a "hey hey" and compared Bian Cheng Dian's chest, and the sword was gesturing on his chest.

An Chengdian couldn't help laughing, "You have been waiting for this day for a long time!"

Wen Lue nodded calmly, "What would you think if I really pierced you with a sword?"

"It's fine if you like it!" An Chengdian looked at the opposite person suspiciously. Did he want to avenge himself?It's unrealistic to kill people directly, but it's not difficult to do something secretly.

In fact, Wen Lue didn't think about it that much at all. At most, he thought about knocking twice casually to vent his anger when he was fighting.

But the actual situation is not like that at all. You have to remember the actions and lines at the same time, and you have to adapt to the situation at the same time.He was so busy that he didn't remember to knock twice.

But at the end, he still got the double, originally he borrowed a sword to pierce An Chengdian's chest.He didn't stab well and wiped it against An Chengdian's flesh, An Chengdian let out a muffled grunt, and he failed.Du Mingcheng hurriedly called out "ka".

The assistant went over and lifted up the clothes to see that they were all red. Wen Lue poked his head in from outside the crowd and felt guilty.But this accuracy is really hard to calculate, he has hurt An Chengdian several times in a row, but it's over if he managed to get An Chengdian's wounds again and again.

After the martial arts part NGed a few times, it was barely finished. Wen Lue threw the sword in his hand to the assistant, sat on the chair and read the script, and began to panic, the nasty part was coming soon!

He really would rather have a few more martial arts shows than literary ones. After the director shouted to start, An Chengdian staggered in front of him with a fake sword stuck to his chest. He stretched out his hand and pulled out the sword that pierced through An Chengdian .

An Chengdian spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.

Wen Lue wanted to laugh at first, but he couldn't laugh when he saw An Chengdian lying on the ground covered in blood. He stood aside in a daze, the sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang, and his footsteps moved slowly. Moved over, with a sad expression on his face.

What is written in the script is that An Chengdian got the sword because he couldn't bear it, and when he gave up three points, Wen Lue could take advantage of it.This is actually very similar to reality, An Chengdian has always been patient with him.

"Jia... Jun..." The person lying on the ground spat out a mouthful of blood, but there was a smile on his face.

Wen Lue stood beside him in a daze, looking at the bloody face, his heart began to ache.Knowing that all of this is false, but still afraid in the back of my heart, the world is unpredictable, I am sure my life will be reversed in the next second, I don't know what happened in my heart, and suddenly the words "cherish the people in front of me" popped out, the text Slightly overwhelmed.

This is exactly in line with the mentality written in the script. Du Mingcheng who is not far away pulls the camera to his face with a satisfied expression.

"This... this is... the best ending I can think of!" An Chengdian smiled wryly, with blood gushing from his mouth, which was extremely scary.

How many blood packs did the prop team put in his mouth?Wen Lueran can still lose his mind.

The lines have begun...

With tears in his eyes, Wen slightly knelt down and hugged the person lying on the ground, and said in a trembling voice, "Why did you do this? My heart, my body, and my soul belong to you, but you ...why did you betray me?"

An Chengdian didn't speak here, Wen Lue hugged his head tightly against his face, the warm touch was still a bit unacceptable, but the play still had to go on, "Have you forgotten that night? Your breathing The voice has always been in my ears, and I have never forgotten it."

"I... I haven't forgotten!" An Chengdian slowly raised his hand, stroking Wen Lue's tear-stained face, "You...do you regret it?"

Wen slightly shook his head, "Even if you give me another chance, I will give myself to you without reservation."

"Don't be sad, this...isn't...your fault! It's better to die behind you..." An Chengdian's hand touching his face hangs down feebly, with a smile on his face Then he tilted his head and died with a contented smile.

Wen Lue let out a loud roar, hugging An Chengdian and crying heartbreakingly, shouting over and over again: "I love you!"

Even when I was studying the script, I felt that I couldn't say these three words, but in this environment, I said these three words naturally, but... the other party couldn't hear them.

No matter how many times he yelled, the other party remained indifferent, the wound on his heart was getting bigger and bigger, he couldn't tell whether it was inside or outside the play, he felt that if An Chengdian died, his heart would be taken away with him. And that spot can become very, very painful.

The tears shed because of acting seemed to be unable to stop.He was too involved, but he couldn't get back to his original self. He pressed An Chengdian's face to his own, and refused to let go.

Suddenly, the sound of breathing in my ears increased, and then