After reaching the pinnacle of life, cheats came [Entertainment Circle]

On the set, Qi Yue is filming the last scene.

Lian Cheng leaned on the recliner, blocking the sun with his hat.

As the plot unfolded, Liancheng finally understood why this movie consumed so much investment.

The scenes in front of you are all restoring the architectural style of decades ago in a one-to-one height.

Before choosing the role, the crew spent two years working on the set.

Qian Wensheng sat down next to Liancheng, smiled and said, "How do you feel today? Are you not used to it?"

Liancheng lifted his hat, his eyes were narrowed by the sunlight, the warm spring breeze was blowing, and the air was filled with the faint fragrance of unknown flowers.

He was in a good mood, "Lying in bed makes people feel unaccustomed, I just want to hurry up and film."

"Don't worry, you won't be able to rest for too long." Qian Wensheng lit a cigarette and watched the shooting in the distance, "Qi Yue's last scene, once he leaves, the rest will be your special scene."

Liancheng was a little surprised. He knew that he was resting for a period of time, and Qi Yue was rushing to shoot every day, but the progress was too fast.

If it is because of his relationship with Qi Yue that he wants to finish the filming of Qi Yue's scenes so quickly, so as to avoid conflicts between the two and affect the crew, this will not be good for the whole movie.

"Could it be too fast?" Liancheng thought for a moment before deciding to ask.

"Quick?" Qian Wensheng turned his head to look at him, and suddenly laughed, "Did no one tell you that the script has been changed."

"What?" Liancheng was really surprised this time.

If the script is changed after one-third of the movie is shot, it will be a bad movie in all likelihood.

He sat up, a little uneasy, "Director Qian, there's no need for me..."

Qian Wensheng waved his hands indifferently, "Don't blame yourself, this matter is really not your fault."

"Originally, the script had two lines, a dark line of Ji Mingcheng, and a main line of Ji Minghong, but while filming, Director Zhang realized that the dark line was too heavy."

He was smoking a cigarette, thought of something, and was silent for a while, "If there are too few shots, the film will be distorted. If there are too many shots, the focus of the film will be shifted."

"I discussed with He Hai and the others for a few nights, and in the end it was Director Zhang who made the decision to reduce Ji Minghong's role and focus on Ji Mingcheng's dark line."

With things at this stage, no one knows what the final effect of the film will be, but Liancheng knows in his heart that what Qian Wensheng said is the truth.

The turning point of Ji Mingcheng's fate in the script is really too heavy.

He was speechless.

Qi Yue's last scene was filmed, and he didn't even hold a celebration banquet. He left the set in a hurry and flew back to Shanghai that day.

As night fell, the first scene of Liancheng's recovery began.

His leg was injured by his brother Ji Minghong, and he was locked up in the room again, enduring the dense itching caused by drug addiction in his body, Ji Mingcheng thought of something, and the gloomy eyes burst into light again.

Fleeing back to Japan, the seed of this idea quickly became a strong tree, and he couldn't wait for a moment.

In the middle of the night, he randomly stuffed his things into the box, fearing that the sound of the door opening would wake up his brother. Ji Mingcheng, who was too weak to climb over the wall, stood in front of the dog hole in the wall.

Before going into the dog hole, Ji Mingcheng paused slightly, then bent down without hesitation.

He is so proficient, from a high-ranking young master to now drilling dog holes without any scruples.

Under the moonlight, he tried his best to escape from Ji's house, and walked towards the teahouse waiter's house one by one.

While smoking opium, he had confided to his buddy that he wanted to go to Japan.

The man told him that he had a shortcut, and it only cost ten silver dollars.

This scene was not easy, after working all night, Lian Cheng had just finished filming the part of going through the dog hole.

"It's almost done, let's shoot again tomorrow." Zhang Shuhua called a stop, and the crew called it a day.

Liu Shiru seized the time and came over with a wet tissue to wipe off the dirty marks on Liancheng's face, "Is the leg okay?"

The series of movements just now required Liancheng's knee movements.

When I was discharged from the hospital, the doctor reminded that although I recovered very well, it is best to be careful.

Liancheng had returned to normal a long time ago, and the system gave him a physique repair solution.

But he couldn't tell Liu Shiru clearly, he could only reply: "It's okay, I'm paying attention."

The next morning's filming was moved to a different location. This scene was about Ji Mingcheng fleeing to the teahouse clerk's house and about to be sent to take a train.

After driving all night, Ji Mingcheng came to a small village according to the address given by Ma Er.

The ground here is full of dirt, and except for a few houses in the village, there is still smoke rising from the sky, and everything else is extremely quiet.

Ji Mingcheng squeezed the handle of the suitcase tightly, covered his nose with his long sleeves, picked the clean ground, and rushed to the east of the village.

The person who opened the door was a child with yellow hair, he was skinny and skinny, his eyes were so big that they almost popped out of their sockets, but his belly was unreasonably big.

With his dirty fingers in his mouth, before Ji Mingcheng could ask a question, he stepped on dirty things on the ground with his bare feet and ran towards the house.

Ji Mingcheng didn't go in.

After a while, Ma Er came out of the room. When he saw Ji Mingcheng, his face flashed a little light, but it quickly dimmed.

"Why didn't you come earlier." Dani died.

There are five or six children, big and small, in the room.

Ji Mingcheng was sitting in the thatched hut, the sunlight filtered through the thin thatch, he was stared at curiously by several children, in the next room without any hindrance, a child was wrapped in the dirty bedding on the ground.

The camera rotated with Ji Mingcheng's eyes, the uneven ground, the children lying on the ground casually, picking dirty things and stuffing their mouths, no one came to stop him.

After a while, Ma Er came out from the room. He seemed to have cried, and he hid the ten silver dollars that Ji Mingcheng gave him.

"I'll take you to Japan tonight." He pulled an ugly smile on his face, "If you come two days earlier, Dani will have money to see a doctor."

Ji Mingcheng suddenly felt that the room was so small that he felt cramped. He said hello casually, and fled out the door in a panic, "I'll go out and stand for a while."

"cut!"

Liancheng breathed a sigh of relief, and when he looked at the low thatched hut again, he realized that those miserable people and things just now were gone.

Now there is no child who is thin but has a big belly. The actor boy is picking up chocolate beans from the ground, peeling off his coat and throwing it into his mouth. "This is not as good as my mother's."

The small yard suddenly became lively, and children from several villages who had been pulled over to act temporarily ran around the room.

These will have to be saved in the later stage.

Liancheng had a headache from being disturbed, so he greeted the director, "The show in the morning is over, I'm going out to rest for a while."

Zhang Shuhua was watching the filmed footage, discussing with Wu Hanying how to deal with it in the later stage, and raised his hand when he heard Liancheng's words.

Without letting Liu Shiru follow, Liancheng ran around in the village.

This is the most ordinary village in Shaanxi, with mountains behind it. The crew borrowed a piece of land here, and set up a small studio in less than three months.

There was no dirt on the ground in the so-called village. Liancheng was silent, with his head down, not knowing where to go.

The clean concrete road suddenly came to an end, and a buffalo was tied to a tree, drinking water from the river with its head down.

"Hey, I saw you again."

Liancheng looked towards the place where the voice came from, and when he saw the person coming, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Hi, we meet again."

Wen Yanqing pulled the baggy shirt on his body with some embarrassment. He wore the most common straw hat in rural areas on his head, with several layers of trousers, and a white towel around his neck. A sickle is strapped to it.

He never expected that Liancheng would come out at this time, and it happened that he was cutting Sophora japonica flowers.

Thinking of this extremely rustic attire, Wen Yanqing suddenly felt lifeless.

Seeing that the little fans' ears were so hot that they were about to get angry, Liancheng still couldn't hold back his smile, he laughed loudly, "What are you doing again?"

Wen Yan's embarrassing tears were about to come out, and there was a bamboo basket under his feet, which was full of pure white flowers, interspersed with some green leaves.

He kicked the bamboo basket lightly, his voice filled with water vapor: "...it's delicious."

Unable to hear his mosquito-like snoring voice, Liancheng moved closer to him, "What did you say?"

As he got closer, Wen Yanqing's blood-dripping earlobe could be seen more clearly, and Liancheng held back his hand behind his back, resisting the desire/desire to test the temperature.

He simply squatted down, put aside the robe on his body, twisted a small white flower with his fingers, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it lightly, then looked up at Wen Yanqing, his beautiful eyes were full of seriousness: "What is this?"

Wen Yanqing and him looked at each other for a few seconds, resisted avoiding their eyes, squatted down, put the bamboo pole aside, and tore open a Sophora japonica flower, revealing the glistening root core, "Sweet, would you like to try it?"

His skin is very fair, and his nails are round and neatly trimmed. They are pink, with white flowers and green cores, which are actually somewhat delicious.

Liancheng's Adam's apple moved slightly, took the flower core from his fingertips, and said hoarsely, "I'll try."

Under Wen Yanqing's expectant eyes, he ate the flower, and then felt the sweetness on the tip of his tongue.

"Well, it's really sweet." Liancheng smiled softly.

Wen Yanqing blushed, and picked the flowers casually, "Well, I'll just say it. When I was young, I often ate this. Besides eating it directly, you can also eat it steamed, fried...wrapped in eggs..."

He stopped talking, his heart was beating like it was going to pop out of his chest, and he wanted to rush into the arms of the opposite person without hesitation.

Liancheng stretched out his hand, but it got closer and closer to his face, and he lost the ability to think.

The hat was heavy and light, and Liancheng picked up a flower with his fingers, put it in front of him, and smiled: "It's so delicious, it can't be wasted."

"Can I try?"

"Huh? Try what?"

Liancheng pointed to the bamboo pole, eager to try.

"Aw!" Wen Yanqing quickly stood up and handed the bamboo pole to him, "Be careful."

Liancheng held a bamboo pole and looked seriously at Yishu Huahai. The sun was mottled, and there was light and shadow on his face.

Wen Yanqing looked fascinated.

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