He just hit CP with true feelings [entertainment circle]

After finishing the indoor shooting, Zhang Wei raised his head and called two people to see the effect of the photo.

Weng Daoheng and Ren Ye walked over to watch the original film on the monitor. Across the screen, one of Weng Daoheng's ankles was shackled to the leg of a chair by silver shackling metal shackles, and his two bare feet stepped on the beige On the carpet, a few scarlet rose petals were crushed at the feet.

One hand was handcuffed together by the same silver shackles and the hand of the prey behind him. Ren Ye half raised his hand, and Weng Daoheng's hand was also lifted in the air and hung down, like a puppet being manipulated, with a joint across his neck The clear and slender hands, the broken and bloody fingertips gently rubbed his slender neck.

Because the other hand was also half-raised, the clothes on his upper body were a bit close-fitting due to the movement of his hands. The white shirt was inside the open black windbreaker, and the thin waist and beautiful muscle lines could be seen slightly in the fabric.

Although the whole person is in a state of restraint and restraint, his posture is extremely calm and calm, the corners of his mouth are slightly pursed into a smile, but there is no smile in his eyes. He seems to be mocking or disdainful, and his natural lines are cold and gloomy The silhouette endows Weng Daoheng with a bit of divinity and insidiousness, and this divinity makes the sense of successful tricks on his face disappear.

Standing behind him, Ren Ye's hand connected to Weng Daoheng's shackles deliberately stood still in mid-air, and the other hand locked the hunter Weng Daoheng's throat.He was half bowed, his face was covered with embarrassing wounds after breaking free from the trap, because Weng Daoheng suddenly painted bloody fingerprints on his face, his expression was fierce and there was a trace of bewilderment.

Eyes half-downcast to the back of the hunter's neck, half-raised canine teeth, as if gently sniffing, and as if biting off Weng Daoheng's fragile neck in a second.

The whole picture is restrained and flamboyant, wild and restrained, like a wrestling without action, and the tension between the two is about to overflow.

Zhang Wei nodded in satisfaction, and sighed in his heart at the fashion expression of the two. He said, "Your finished product is so good that you don't need much repair."

After taking the indoor photos, the scene of the next chapter is set outdoors.

Zhang Wei's composition was still taken by two people lying on the snow. Weng Daoheng looked at the temperature of "-3" displayed on the phone, feeling a little apprehensive.

The props team was tidying up things, and Weng Daoheng put on a down jacket. When the staff got ready, he got in the car. As soon as he got in the car, he saw Ren Ye sitting on the seat and sticking a warm baby on himself.

It can be seen that Ren Ye is a person who pays great attention to health preservation. He has four stickers on his back, three on his front, and one on each arm.

When Weng Daoheng went up, he was lifting his trousers to stick to his knees. He felt Weng Daoheng's gaze swept over him, and he took out another bag from his backpack and asked Weng Daoheng, "Brother, do you want it?"

Weng Daoheng was not polite to him, so he planned to take it over. Who knows that Ren Ye finished sticking it neatly for himself, so he tore off one and said, "Brother, you have to open the front windbreaker, so you can only stick it on the back. I will help you." Bar."

Weng Daoheng turned his back and took off his coat directly, half hanging on his arms. There was only a shirt inside. Because of his movements, he could see the outline of the butterfly bone in his shoulders.

Ren Ye was stunned for a moment, and Weng Daoheng felt that there was no movement behind him, so he turned his head halfway, his eyes moved over, and asked Ren Ye from an amazing angle: "Why haven't you posted it yet?"

Ren Ye slowly tore off the adhesive tape, held it in his hand, and put the warm baby flat and square on his back, pressed his fingers lightly around the warm baby, and unconsciously caressed the line of Ren Ye's shoulder blades .When he realized it, he moved his fingers away as if they were burned, and said, "Okay."

Weng Daoheng snapped his coat on and turned back.He also took out a bottle from his bag, it was a bottle of Erguotou, and found Ren Ye staring at his Erguotou in surprise, Weng Daoheng glanced at him and asked, "Do you want a drink?"

Ren Ye shook his head, Weng Daoheng unscrewed the bottle cap of Erguotou, took a sip, and heard Ren Ye suddenly say: "Forget it, give me a sip."

Weng Daoheng handed him the bottle directly, and reminded: "This prescription is quite high, and you will get dizzy if you drink too much."

Erguotou's bottle mouth is very small, so Ren Ye directly took a big gulp from the place where Weng Daoheng drank, and almost choked.

Weng Daoheng raised his eyebrows in surprise, and said, "You drink well."

Ren Ye handed him the bottle and said, "I don't drink well, so I'm not as good as senior brother."

Weng Daoheng put away the Erguotou, feeling the burning sensation of the wine in his stomach warmer. Hearing Ren Ye's words, he retorted subconsciously: "I really don't drink well."

Ren Ye seemed to remember something and suddenly opened his eyes wide. He said, "Ah, is that so? I always thought you were a good drinker."

Weng Daoheng was a little puzzled, and said with a smile: "You don't think that I have the genes of a fighting nation, so you think I can drink well, right? This is a stereotype. I might already be slightly tipsy after just one sip of Erguotou..."

Ren Ye looked at the snow outside the window, lost in memory, he seemed to mention it inadvertently, and said with a smile: "Brother drank a lot that day, don't you remember?"

"Really?" Weng Daoheng thought for a while, and then said indifferently: "It seems that there is such a thing... I can't tell it when I'm drunk."

Ren Ye's face was still facing the window, as if he was concentrating on watching the snow, but in fact he was looking carefully at Weng Daoheng's expression through the reflection of the window glass. Hearing Weng Daoheng's words, he seemed to have something lifted up and down in his heart. Come.

"Can't you see it?" Ren Ye's voice trembled, but Weng Daoheng didn't pay attention.

Weng Daoheng lowered his eyelashes halfway, and the snow light hit his steep and straight side, giving him a feeling of contemplation. His voice was very quiet, especially like winter: "Many people think that I drink very well. Because if I drink When I'm drunk, my face won't turn red, my speech won't stutter, my movements won't freeze, and even the logic of chatting is the same as usual..."

"But the next day, I will forget everything after I'm drunk. The biggest feature of my drunkenness is my poor memory."

Ren Ye's expression was well controlled, and he said flatly: "It's amazing..."

"That's the reason for my physique." Weng Daoheng said with a smile, "One time Bai Yang called me to inform me about work matters after I was drunk... But I forgot because of drinking, and he thought I did it on purpose."

Ren Ye thought to himself, it's ironic, forget everything, then you still didn't hear me when I said I liked it.Suddenly, a feeling of loss and happiness rose in his heart.

……

The crew chose a large piece of wasteland, the kind that is inaccessible to people. Even the few trees are scattered and dry. Due to the snow, there is a thick layer of snow on the ground.

The staff took a shovel and dug a shallow pit on the ground that could hold people, and it seemed that they were going to bury people.

Weng Daoheng was indeed about to be buried, and Zhang Wei prepared a transparent sleeping bag—or more appropriately called a body bag.

After a while, Weng Daoheng was going to get into it and lie down in the pit. Ren Ye had to work harder. He had to lie sideways on the snow beside the pit and watch the direction of Weng Daoheng's "body bag".

With the help of the staff, Weng Daoheng got into the transparent plastic sleeping bag, and was lifted into the shallow pit.

Although separated by a barrier, Weng Daoheng still shrank instinctively, the ground was really cold.As soon as he lay down, Zhang Wei came over and unzipped the zipper: "No, it's too cold, and the inside of the bag fogs up as soon as you breathe."

The staff came to help Weng Daoheng sit up. He sat half of his body in the pit, with his head sticking out of the sleeping bag, and said, "I need some ice."

Zhang Wei turned around and asked his assistant, "Have you brought any ice?"

The assistant nodded and said, "Bring it, I brought it." Then he handed over a thermos cup with popsicles in it.

Weng Daoheng finished eating a popsicle with a blank expression, he took a breath and felt that the temperature in his mouth was almost the same as the outside temperature, Zhang Wei helped him zip up, let him lie back, and then asked Ren Ye to come and lie down quickly.

Ren Ye asked Zhang Wei: "Are there any roses?"

"What?" Zhang Wei was a little puzzled, Ren Ye looked serious: "I want a rose."

"The second group shows the victory of the prey and the death of the hunter. But facing the loss of the hunter, the prey feels lost and lonely. It brings a rose and curls up next to the hunter's body bag to pay homage. My former enemy."

At this time, Weng Daoheng knocked on the bag again, Zhang Wei unzipped the zipper, sat up and said, "Give me an unsharp knife."

Zhang Wei is used to it: "You also have new ideas, don't you?"

Weng Daoheng sneezed because he had just finished eating the popsicle. He said, "I just heard what Ren Ye said, and I have a new idea."

"The scene we originally conceived was the ending. The hunter died bleakly, lying in the deserted snow, separated by a cold body bag. The scattered snow mixed with muddy muddy water hit his body bag, lonely. The prey buried him here alone, and halfway through the burial, he suddenly lay alone beside him watching the hunter, and only death can reconcile him."

"But what if the ending is fake? The second group we filmed is a continuation of the first group, and it has a progressive plot. The hunter, the reason why he is a hunter, is because he is cunning by nature and never reconciles. Hunting , is the instinct in his blood, how could death be the end.

Like Anze in the movie, the ending of death is unknown, and the death of the hunter is also unknown. Maybe he is really dead, but he is still unwilling to put down the knife in his hand, maybe he is not dead, just waiting for the moment when the prey reconciles. "

The props team had everything, they quickly found an unsharp knife and a rose.

Because of the discussion, the heat in Weng Daoheng's mouth came back, and the assistant brought another popsicle.After Weng Daoheng ate a few mouthfuls, he lay down neatly, and Ren Ye lay sideways beside him, curled up.

Outside Weng Daoheng's body bag was scattered snow and mud mixed with snow water. When the light came on, Weng Daoheng closed his eyes and was breathless.Serene and tranquil, like a statue of a god hidden in transparency, abandoned in the snow.

Ren Ye turned his head and watched him lose his breath, as if he had really lost his vitality, but he was like a sleeping god, as if he would still open those eyes full of vitality.

Looking at his profile, Ren Ye suddenly felt a little sad for no reason, as if he was back on the set of "Carnivore". He knew that Weng Daoheng was good at playing death, and he was also good at playing life, life was strong and death was magnificent.

He seemed to suddenly be able to understand the loneliness of his prey, not the Stockholm attack, but the real loneliness, the loneliness of being a different kind.

In the crowd, he is a heterogeneous person pretending to be a normal person. Because he is a heterogeneous person, he becomes a beast and becomes the prey of the hunter. However, the prey has never disguised himself in front of the enemy hunter, and they are the same kind.

I have lost the only one of my kind, but unfortunately he was my deadly enemy.

With frostbitten and bruised fingertips, Ren Ye clumsily picked up the half-fallen rose in his hand, dragged it and put it on Weng Daoheng's body bag, but did not leave his hand, but placed it on Weng Daoheng's body bag through the plastic glue. hand.

Across a barrier, the dead hunter was still holding a dagger in his hand, but the prey didn't care.

"Okay, hold on, it's time to shoot." Zhang Wei stood behind the monitor and directed.

In the camera, Weng Daoheng, with his eyes closed, is lying on the snow in pitch black. The impact of black and white colors presents a certain sense of beauty on the screen.

His sleeping face was serene and serene, as if a ray of spring breeze could wake up this lonely god.

Ren Ye, who played the role of the hunter, lay sideways by the pit next to his grave, his mood was very light, but he could see a desolate loneliness, and there was a trace of sadness in his eyes.

The wounded hand of the unarmored quarry carefully held a red half-fell rose, scarlet as blood, which seemed to have stained his bloody fingertips.He put the rose on the hunter's body bag, and under the rose, through a barrier were the hunter's hands holding the dagger behind his back.

Roses and knives, tenderness and confrontation, achieve a strange harmony on the screen.

The moment the camera paused, the faces of the two people were stained with a smile, and the prey was the tenderness and reconciliation separated by death.

The hunter's smile has a sense of mischief, do you think I will wake up?

Do you think if I open my eyes, I will hug you, or put a dagger in your heart?

This moment is both the end and the beginning of the story of prey and hunter.

Those who fight to the death, at this moment, are of the same kind.

At this moment, Ren Ye, who watched the dead face of the hunter come into play, suddenly flashed a poem in his mind:

"I give you my loneliness, my darkness, the hunger of my heart;

I try to impress you with confusion, danger and failure. "