Good Heart [Entertainment Circle]

Tang Chen stood in the rain for a while, his whole body was drenched, and he gestured to Qiao Fuyan. Qiao Fuyan sat back under the shed, waited for the camera to be in position, and shouted Action through a loudspeaker.

The camera followed Tang Chen, only taking pictures of his lower body. He walked leisurely, as if he was shopping, not at all worried that the staggering people in front would run away, but seemed to be teasing him. It depends on him knowing his every inch An expression close to death.

This alley is very old, no one comes here at night except mice and wild cats, only an old-fashioned light bulb hangs tremblingly on the rain-beaten wall, flashing and flashing at any time May be scrapped.

Tang Chen casually picked up the iron rod placed in the corner, and continued to walk towards the man who had fled into the dead end.

Getting closer and closer to the man, Tang Chen looked at him trembling in panic, smiled a little, raised his stick and hit the man's head hard, he watched the man fall, and then The sticks fell on him one after another until he was beaten to death.

The lighting engineer simulated lightning, and the strong light was fleeting, but it happened to shine on the man's pale face mixed with bright red blood.

The camera captured Tang Chen's hand. He threw the stick casually, and the palm slowly turned up, giving the impression that he was staring at the palm for a few seconds. Then he raised his hand and put his thumb covered in rain and blood. Put it into the mouth, slowly suck it clean, then show a wolf-like greedy and creepy smile, turn around and walk away slowly.

"I'll get another one later, you two come back first." Qiao Fuyan said.

Jiang Tao hurried up to pick him up, and put a towel on his shoulders.

Tang Chen went back to the shed and shook hands with the actor who played the deceased: "It's hard work."

The man was overwhelmed, shook his head and laughed, "Where is it?"

"I found that you played this kind of pervert who completely let go of himself... It's kind of like that." Qiao Fuyan praised him.

Tang Chen didn't know how to answer: "..."

"Only one thing, take your back and walk a little more slowly."

"it is good."

Take another one and replace the real person with a cloth bag, this time Tang Chen can fight hard.

"Is there anyone you particularly hate? It's fine to treat that cloth bag as a human being, but you have to pay attention to the image."

"Okay." Tang Chen nodded, "I'll treat him as brother."

"Then would you like me to set up a play for you so that you can show off?" Rong Yu asked coolly.

"You come, I don't mind." Tang Chen tilted his head.

In the evening, Tang Chen sat in front of the table and flipped through the script, taking a pen to write and draw notes on it.

This is more exaggerated than when he read the script before acting for the first time. He is talented in acting. Whether it is emotional grasp or line skills, he is self-taught, but these are in Qiao Fuyan's place. It doesn't seem to work. Rong Yu's acting skills are often asked to do it all over again, let alone him.

Jiang Tao brushed Weibo on the sofa at one side, and read a few words to Tang Chen when he saw something funny, but Tang Chen hardly responded, so he did what he should do.

"Hey, you didn't take it so seriously when you were in school, did you?" Seeing his seriousness, Jiang Tao felt that it was a little unnatural, put down his phone, walked behind him with potato chips, and took two bites.

Tang Chen said nonsense without raising his head: "Even if I'm not serious, I'm still a top student, okay?"

"Why don't I believe it..." Jiang Tao looked at his flamboyant cursive script, and couldn't believe it: "Your writing doesn't belong to Xueba at first glance."

"What's wrong with this word? Doesn't it fit my temperament?" Tang Chen became a little emotional.

Just as Jiang Tao was about to have a serious discussion with him about the handwriting problem, the door was knocked three times, not lightly but not hard.

Seeing that Tang Chen had no intention of moving, Jiang Tao could only put down the potato chips in his hand and open the door by himself.

"Where's Tang Chen?" Rong Yu's voice came.

"Dead." Tang Chen raised his voice.

"Then I'll collect a corpse." Rong Yu smiled.

Tang Chen looked back at him: "I thought you delivered the fruit plate yourself again."

Tolerance and laughter.

The matter of giving the fruit plate has to start from the previous video with Hanging him.

On the first day of filming, Tang Chen was tortured so much by Qiao Fuyan that he didn't eat much. After work was over, Tang Chen returned to the hotel and took a hot bath first.

During the period, a waiter brought in a fruit plate, Jiang Tao was puzzled: "You ordered it?"

"No." Tang Chen answered while wiping his hair, then glanced at the rather rich double-layered fruit plate, and said narcissistically, "Someone must have come to apologize."

Jiang Tao realized that he was talking about Rong Yu, and his expression was very exciting: "Apologize? Excuseme? Are you sure he is not rewarding or comforting you?"

"He hung up on my video last time." Tang Chen still felt uncomfortable after thinking about it.

"Does that mean you deserve it? Who made you owe so much?" Jiang Tao was incredulous.

The two ate up the fruit plate.

"When you leave, take the Jingba pieces I brought back to Rong Yu. He should not have been back to Beijing for a long time." Tang Chen went to Beijing to record a program last time and brought back two boxes of Jingba pieces for Jiang Tao. One box, another box is given.

Jiang Tao felt that these two people were really weird, they pinched each other when they met, and they were very considerate of each other afterwards...

Just 10 minutes after Jiang Tao left, Rong Yu sent him two pictures on WeChat. The Jingba package he gave was pretty good, but... there was an extra pink ribbon on the box.

Later, Rong Yu sent a message: Unexpectedly, you are quite a boy.

Tang Chen wanted to kill Jiang Tao, but he replied calmly: Thank you for the compliment.

"What kind of fruit plate to send? I don't have a lot of money. Are you going to play cards?" Rong Yu had already walked up to him, and glanced at his script: "I'm about to suffer from trypophobia."

"No." Tang Chen refused without thinking, "I don't see anyone busy."

Rong Yu didn't force it, he squeezed the biggest piece from Jiang Tao's bag of potato chips and stuffed it into his mouth.

Tang Chen looked at it and wanted to eat it, so he also took two slices out of the bag, and when he went to pick it out again, it was gone.

"..." Jiang Tao was about to die of anger. Although Rong Yu also ate it, it was Tang Chen who ate the last slice, so he quickly shook his rumors: "It is impossible for him to play poker in his life. His level is too low. lose money."

Tang Chen got up from his chair, walked towards Jiang Tao with a smile on his face, pushed him out of the door, and slammed the door shut with a "slap".

Jiang Tao slammed on the door angrily: "My phone is still inside!"

Five seconds later, Tang Chen opened the door and threw the phone out for him. Before Jiang Tao could say anything, he closed the door again.

Rong Yu couldn't laugh or cry: "I didn't mean to laugh at you. Why are you so angry? It doesn't matter if your level is poor. My level is good. You can play with me. I won't win every time without suspense."

Tang Chen also kicked out Rong Yu.

He sat back on the chair irritably, but he couldn't read even a word of the script. He scratched his hair, not understanding why he was so annoyed by Jiang Tao's open mouth just now.

Tang Chen flipped through the script, didn't know what he was thinking, and suddenly muttered a sentence: "Flying a cypress boat to accommodate you, and singing to gather lotus in Jiangzhu."

The next day, Tang Chen went with the stylist and photographer to shoot two sets of posters. The other leading actors had already finished shooting, but he was the only one who missed it. Chen Mo's couldn't be used, so he had to shoot again for him.

In the shed next door, Rong Yu was filming his own solo scene, and the scene was Shen Yi's house.

There are no lines in the audience, from waking up from a nightmare, to getting out of bed, to undressing, it is all action.

When Tang Chen came back from filming, the camera changed the angle and took another shot.

Rong Yu sat on the bed, and the makeup artist went over and sprayed some water on his forehead to create a sweat effect, and then looked at it for a while and thought it was OK, and then quickly appeared on the scene.Rong Yu lay down sideways on the bed and closed his eyes.

After the action, Rong Yu's brows were slightly frowned at first, as if he was just sleeping uncomfortably. Five seconds later, his breathing suddenly became heavy, and his brows were tightly knit together. It could be seen that he was having a nightmare. He moved steadily twice, then his whole body jerked violently, and he opened his eyes in an instant, filled with fear and bewilderment that hadn't had time to dissipate.

Tang Chen was also tense all over while watching from behind the monitor. After all, it was Rong Yu, and his acting was too imposing...

Rong Yu took a few breaths, sat up on the bed, and lowered his head. Because he was a criminal policeman, his hair was not long, and he couldn't see clearly with his eyes half closed. He could only see his tall nose bridge and soft lips. A thin layer of sweat appeared on the lips and the tip of the nose.

After sitting for a while, Rong Yu wiped his face, lifted the quilt and got out of bed, then took off the T-shirt hanging on the hanger, turned his back to the camera and began to change clothes.

The camera gradually zoomed in, and Tang Chen could clearly see dozens of scars on his back, all of which were old.

After Rong Yu changed into clothes, the scene was over.

This scene will appear in the movie for more than 20 minutes, to show that Shen Yi has also been traumatized, but there is no explanation of the reason, so as to lay the foreshadowing and suspense for the following scenes.

Qiao Fuyan had nothing to choose from such a shot, so he quickly passed it.

At noon, Jiang Tao and Liang Feng both went to pick up lunch boxes. Rong was alone in the lounge, took makeup remover and looked at the scars on his back in the mirror, feeling a little worried. He didn't know what to do.

Just about to give up and ask Liang Feng for help later, the door was pushed open by Tang Chen: "Liang Feng went to the toilet, let me put..."

As soon as Tang Chen entered the door, he saw Rong Yu standing in front of the mirror and licking his upper body.

This is not the first time for him to see his naked upper body. The night before in "Xun Wei", the two slept in the same room, not only the back and chest, but also the long legs, but this time This time, he was attracted by the opponent's already obvious abdominal muscles.

"It's just right, you remove this scar for me." Rong Yu handed him the makeup remover and cotton.

Tang Chen took it and motioned him to lie down: "Your abs are fine, it wasn't so obvious last time."

Rong Yu lay down lazily on the sofa, squinted his eyes and said, "I practice every day, can't it be obvious?"

Tang Chen poured some makeup remover water on the makeup remover cotton, and slowly wiped it off for him: "What are you doing? Are you going to shoot a tertiary film?"

Rong Yu raised his eyebrows: "It seems that it is not impossible, I will think about it."

Just as Tang Chen wanted to reply, he found a red mark on his shoulder that was covered up by the scar painted by the makeup artist. He frowned, and then teased, "Brother and brother, life is quite colorful, which girl is so hot, why not?" You scratched like this?"

Rong Yu turned his hand behind his back and touched it: "It's true, I just scratched it yesterday, and I didn't feel anything."

"What's worth it?" Tang Chen changed a piece and continued to unload it for him.

"There is a faucet in the bathroom. I hung it on it when I took a shower yesterday. Who could scratch it if it's so thick."

Tang Chen yelled at him: "Hiss...you are quite experienced?"

Rong Yu slapped him on the thigh with his backhand, the sound was quite loud, the kind that echoed in the lounge.