stand-in model

"I heard you couldn't let go just now?" Rong Sheng raised his hand to lift the curtain, and when he walked into the tent with a height of 1.8 meters, he felt that there was no room.

Jiang Liang looked back at Rong Sheng who was standing under the lamp, and he immediately forgot about the bitterness of the pill.

"Well, I'm a little afraid."

"Aren't you left-handed? Because you can't hold the knife steadily with your right hand?" Rong Sheng frowned. Just now Henry Zhang showed him the mirror, and Jiang Liang's hand holding the knife kept shaking.

Jiang Liang poured a glass of water and handed it to Rong Sheng, "Are you near here?"

"No, I just went to the crew to deliver investment equipment." Rong Sheng glanced at the water Jiang Liang handed over, took it and put it aside silently.

The tip of his nose was sore, how could he forget that Rong Sheng never drank the collective water outside, and always felt unclean.

Rubbing the side of his face lightly with his fingers, he changed the subject and asked, "Have you invested?"

"Yeah." Rong Sheng didn't say anything more, just sat quietly on the director's chair in the corner.

Standing there, Jiang Liang suddenly felt that he couldn't be sorry for Rong Sheng's investment. He was happy from the bottom of his heart and made up his mind that no matter how difficult he was to overcome, he would finish this scene.

Jiang Liang didn't know how much Rong Sheng invested in this script, maybe it was one-tenth or maybe 50.00%.

But he doesn't care about these, he just thinks that Rong Sheng's investment can't be wasted if he has to work hard to play this role.

Even if it's psychological fear, even if it means going through fire and water and asking him to pay his own things, then Jiang Liang is willing.

"Do you want this movie to have a small profit or a big profit?" Jiang Liang sat on the ponytail, pinching the paper cup tightly with her white fingers, and then separated again.

Rong Sheng didn't bother to analyze why Jiang Liang asked such a question, he raised his eyebrows and said with a light smile, "Who doesn't want to invest in a movie with big profits?"

After speaking, Rong Sheng leaned against the seat and sighed comfortably.

He came to the crew just to help Henry Zhang’s parents send something to Henry Zhang, and talk about investment by the way.

Every time Henry Zhang makes a movie, Rong Sheng, as a friend and brother, will invest a little money to support his career.

Seeing them filming today, they originally planned to leave after delivering their things. When Rong Sheng walked out of the shooting location, he was called back by a phone call from Henry Zhang.

Because I felt uncomfortable asking Jiang Liang, I came to ask him if he knew what PTSD Jiang Liang had.

How did Rong Sheng know this.

He also knew that Jiang Liang was left-handed from the last time he saw Jiang Liang's right hand with a band-aid.

But that's all.

They lived together for nearly four years, and that's all he knew.

He felt that this was a bit impolite, so he returned to the shooting location.

Jiang Liang listened to Rong Sheng's rhetorical question, and he had silently chosen an affirmative tone.

Merchants value profits, and Rong Sheng is no exception.

He didn't feel secular, after all, people are all secular.

There are many people who are greedy for money and cherish life.

The incandescent lamp in the tent flickered because of the unstable current, Rong Sheng squinted his eyes, and looked at Jiang Liang who was sitting on the ponytail in a daze.

The man's hair, which was dyed black a few days ago, has faded a little, revealing a little bit of yellow at the tip.

The lowered head showed the man's fragile nape—white and fragile.

Jiang Liang pondered for a moment, then stood up and said goodbye to Rong Sheng, who was going back to the set to continue filming.

Because he wanted Rong Sheng to make money.

Jiang Liang, who returned to the set, apologized to Shu Hua and Henry Zhang successively. He felt guilty for delaying the filming, and said that he could continue filming.

Any difficulty will be overcome.

Henry Zhang didn't see Rong Sheng beside Jiang Liang, so he subconsciously thought that Rong Sheng had gone back.

After all, this person's coming and going is always not what he wants.

And Rong Sheng, who was missed by Henry Zhang, was playing with the switchblade he would pick up from the open space beside the car at this time.

Jiang Liang asked the director's assistant for the switchblade just now, but this time there was an extra layer of plastic on the knife, and the handkerchief was gone.

He looked suspiciously at the director's assistant who was smiling at him, and asked why the blade had to be covered with a plastic case.

The director's assistant sneered, "It's for the sake of authenticity. After all, in the script, the fruit knife was newly bought by Jiang He. If it was wrapped in a handkerchief, it would be fake."

Facing the female assistant's answer, Jiang Liang didn't think much about it.

He glanced at Henry Zhang not far away, who nodded subconsciously.

Jiang Liang felt that he received a reply from Henry Zhang, which was really needed.

Henry Zhang beckoned, and asked the assistant director to tell Jiang Liang that before Jiang He stabbed Gong Youde, the two had to fight for a while, and then took out the switchblade to stab Gong Youde.

After a short rest and adjustment, Jiang Liang and Shu Hua returned to room NO.15, and Jiang Liang put the knife in the pocket of the denim jacket.

Jiang Liang returned to the dark place, while Shu Hua resumed the previous action, lowering his head and licking the ground.

He closed his eyes, trying to forget the whitish wall, his father's call, and the blood all over the floor.

His right hand was in the pocket of his denim jacket, holding the handle of the knife tightly.

Gong Youde's forehead was heavily scratched on the dusty ground. He should have gone home with Jiang Tao that day. If they went home together, nothing would happen to Jiang Tao.

Suddenly, I remembered Jiang Tao praising his son Jiang He who had a strong learning ability to him, and Jiang He's gloomy eyes during the day.

Gong Youde seemed to think of something suddenly, the corners of his mouth trembled, his lips opened and closed, and he said "Jianghe Jianghe" inarticulately

Jiang He in the dark knew that Gong Youde must have noticed something, he slowly approached the man on the ground, then rushed over quickly, pressed Gong Youde to the ground, and grabbed his neck with both hands.

Gong Youde was a grown man after all, he overturned Jiang He in a few strokes and pinned him to the ground.

Through the shattered moonlight, Gong Youde saw clearly that the person he was pressing down was Jiang He.

He gasped angrily.

Invisibly, some doubts were confirmed.

It was the son of the best student in front of him who killed his father.

"Jiang He!" Gong Youde roared, and Jiang He took out a fruit knife from his pocket.

Jiang He quickly removed the plastic shell, swiping it like Gong Youde, but the man dodged it.

The fruit knife in his hand was fought by two people. In an instant, the tip of the knife pierced the clothes and pierced into the flesh and blood.

Jiang Liang's pupils trembled and widened, and he looked at his abdomen in disbelief.

Under the moonlight, the pure blue denim jacket was stained red with blood, just like the burning clouds in the blue sky.

red!

Shuhua got up from Jiang Liang, he looked at his hand, tremblingly wanted to touch the knife in Jiang Liang's abdomen, but he didn't dare.

Jiang Liang chuckled, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

It seemed... Father Jiang was waving to him.

Father Jiang asked him why he still didn't come

He said, I still need to stay here.

Rong Sheng was sitting in the tent, and saw the people outside were restless and noisy.

I got up and peeled off the curtain, and saw several nurses and doctors pulling a stretcher bed, and there was a person lying there.

Someone was blocking news from the crew, someone was calling the police, and someone was comforting Shu Hua whose hands were covered in blood.

No one blamed it on Shu Hua.

Because when Jiang Liang was carried on the stretcher, he said with all his strength, "Shuhua... Senior... I don't know... It's... a real sword."

The incision was deep and he was in pain.

Wu Yu supported the side of the stretcher, just like the first time.

Calling his name and making him hang on.

Jiang Liang smiled, and he said with difficulty that if he didn't leave, he was still reluctant.

Wu Yu's eyes were red, but he didn't shed a tear, she had to be carried by Jiang Liang, his eyes glanced over the tent, Wu Yu saw Jiang Liang's hope to persevere.

"Rong Sheng!" Wu Yu shouted hoarsely.

The man was wearing a black suit, like the God who judged life, standing there distantly, judging everything arrogantly.

Jiang Liang turned his face in the direction where Wu Yu raised his head, and he saw the person he loved through the agitating crowd.

Rong Sheng didn't know how to describe his emotions.

That pale cheek accidentally coincided with that of Su Ziru from that year.

So he strode forward, regardless of the crowd or other things.

Jiang Liang already felt lethargic due to blood loss.

His eyes were lightly closed, and salty tears slid down the corners of his eyes, soaking the bed.

He is satisfied and he will come back.

He saw the person he loved running towards him.

Henry Zhang left the assistant director in the crew to find out the source of the knife.

He, Rong Sheng and Wu Yu followed the ambulance to the hospital.

In a blink of an eye, he looked at Wu Yu who was sitting diagonally across from him, praying devoutly.

His hands trembled uncontrollably, but he couldn't cry.

Along the way, Rong Sheng's face was pale, and he looked at the life characteristic curve belonging to Jiang Liang on the instrument.

He didn't even dare to blink his eyes, as if blinking, the person in front of him would disappear again.

The more silent he was, the more worried Henry Zhang was beside him.

Rong Sheng was like this when Su Ziru was taken to the hospital by ambulance after a car accident.

He can't help but have some headaches.

Who is it that is so deliberate to harm people.

If there is any accident with Jiang Liang today, Henry Zhang doesn’t have to wonder if Rong Sheng will drag that person out and send him to the bureau to squat in the dark.

The answer is yes.

This was the first time Rong Sheng saw the fragile Jiang Liang.

The man lay here quietly, didn't smile or speak, just quietly.

He looked down at Jiang Liang's blood-stained right hand, last time he was poking this hand after Jiang Liang was unconscious, for the purpose of joking.

But this time looking at the hand again, Rong Sheng didn't even dare to break away from his own hand.

Two big hands clenched tightly on the legs.

The doctor looked at the pale face of the top celebrity in the entertainment industry, and then at the injured person on the bed—Jiang Liang.

He sighed softly in silence.

"Don't worry, as long as you seek medical treatment in time, the injured will not be life-threatening."

As a doctor, he can only comfort him, but cannot speak up.

Jiang Liang had a dream.

There is a vast expanse, and the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant.

In the dream, there is a field of rose flowers, but there is a rose that is out of place in the flower field.

He stood there, his white clothes flapping in the wind.

The rose is so beautiful, there is only one, unique.

That rose, he had seen before.

In a place of life full of hope and despair.

In front of the forbidden door with flashing red lights.

Cool seats in pewter gray.

within his reach.

The broken hair in front of his forehead shook, and Jiang Liang reached out and pushed open the hidden door.