The actor with the actor

Cheng Yue never expected that the first time he took the initiative to visit the class, he actually found himself in the men's room.

When he entered, Shen Jing was facing the mirror on the wall, arranging the slightly loose costume on her body.

Shen Jing glanced at him from the mirror, felt that his figure was familiar, then turned to look into his eyes, with a smile unconsciously appearing on the corner of his mouth, "Why are you here? Have you eaten yet?"

Cheng Yue's mood was rarely lifted by this smile.

He waited for Shen Jing for a full three hours, and the first moment he rushed to the set, he saw him hugging a dubious female artist and taking a selfie, smiling like a spring breeze and summer flowers.

The last time Shen Jing was taking pictures at the airport was not like this.

Cheng Yue didn't know that there was a sour smell in every pore from head to toe, from inside to outside.

He took off his mask, lied and didn't write a draft, "I ate it, I took my friend home, and I just passed by."

It's a pity that the sour smell in my stomach couldn't be concealed well, so the tone of this sentence was like a slightly unhappy and stubborn "very good" when the emperor cared about me.

When Shen Jing first saw Cheng Yue's attire, he didn't feel that he was passing by, and felt guilty, but he was relieved after knowing that he had eaten.

"What did you have for dinner?" Shen Jing asked casually, turned on the tap and washed his hands,

Cheng Yue was a little guilty, so he naturally took the words as doubts, and subconsciously raised his voice, "Foie gras, tuna salad, and steak, you didn't come, I brought two friends to eat with me."

"Well, I haven't eaten yet, I'm starving to death." Shen Jing took out a tissue and wiped his hands.

Cheng Yue suddenly regretted that he had lied again.

How about having another meal with Shen Jing later?

Definitely a meal.

The staff had readjusted the positions of the lights and props. Xiao Li was shouting outside, Shen Jing let out an "ah" and turned to Cheng Yue and said, "There is another one, wait for me, I'll treat you to dinner later Supper."

Cheng Yue's displeasure just now was swept away, and the corner of his mouth raised, "Okay."

Today's last scene is the scene in which the heroine is attacked by an assassin and the male second saves the scene. The martial arts moves have been rehearsed in advance, just waiting for the sky to darken.

Shen Jing and several masked men in black were hung on the wire, first they fought on the ground, and then flew to the roof.

The heroine in the show originally had martial arts. Yang Chuxia took a few storyboards, and used a stand-in for the rest. She has a fear of heights. Every time she hangs Wia, her limbs become stiff and she can’t move. The director’s team After trying a few times, I simply used a stand-in, saving time and effort.

Shen Jing practiced martial arts when she was in school, and she has some martial arts skills. During rehearsals, she was also willing to ask the martial arts teacher for advice on movements, and there was no need for a substitute throughout the process.

The assassins all held sharp swords and surrounded Shen Jing and the heroine's stand-in in a circle. The two exchanged glances and broke through the encirclement together.

To be honest, the martial arts scene without special effects looks like a group of lunatics who have just been released from a mental hospital.

Cheng Yue stood behind the tree with his arms folded, secretly feeling amused.

The assassin flew over the wall and jumped onto the roof. Shen Jing followed with a sharp sword in his hand. The staff in charge of hanging the wire quickly pulled down the rope. Shen Jing soared into the air and stepped on the edge of the roof, making a rustling sound.

Several people started fighting on the roof. One of the assassins threw out his long whip, and the two staff members on the ground gathered the rope at the same time. Shen Jing kicked his right leg on the ground, and the whole person was lifted out of thin air, performing a 360-degree backflip. Landing steadily, he raised his sharp sword and caught the assassin's next move.

All the movements are smooth and flowing, swaying freely.

Cheng Yue couldn't take his eyes off it, wishing he could applaud.

When I looked up and saw the soft and bright moonlight in the sky, I felt as if I had traveled back to that night many years ago.

Fortunately, I met Shen Jing, and fortunately, I was lucky enough to become Shen Jing.

The assassins "rolled down" from the roof one by one, and the remaining two jumped to another eaves, trying to get away, but Shen Jing chased after him, and there was a somersault, just as he kicked, The moment he was hoisted by Wia, his heart beat violently.

The angle is wrong!

One of the workers pulled the rope a little slower, causing the two sides to lose balance, and his body tilted uncontrollably to one side in the air.

Shen Jing's right foot was hung by a thin steel cable in the air, his center of gravity was unstable, and he lost his balance all of a sudden.

He staggered to the ground and stepped on the ridge of the roof with his right foot.

The main ridge is the most prominent horizontal bar in the center of the roof, and there are slopes in front and back. Shen Jing's feet originally landed on the slopes, and they stepped on the main ridge without warning, and their feet naturally slipped.

The right ankle twisted outwards, and Shen Jing only felt his knee go limp, and his whole body fell backward like a headlong.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" the whole audience screamed almost at the same time.

Cheng Yue took a tight breath, and the nerves in his whole body tensed up instantly.

Shen Jing reached out reflexively to grab something but couldn't catch anything.

For a split second, he too felt that he was going to die.

There was a loud "plop", mixed with the sound of tiles breaking into everyone's ears.

Shen Jing landed on his back, his elbows on the hard tiles, although his head was the last to hit the ground, it made his eyes turn black and golden.

A dull pain in the back of his spine plunged his thoughts into chaos. Apart from the pain, he couldn't feel anything or hear anything. His body rolled down limply, not controlled by his brain at all.

Everyone stared at the sky in horror.

The Wia on Shen Jing is in a relaxed state!

Cheng Yue rushed forward with a stride, the sound just now made his heart tremble.

The staff reacted and immediately tightened the rope. When Shen Jing rolled to the edge of the eaves, he was pulled up into the air and turned more than half a circle in the air.

No one knew whether his bones were injured or whether his head was severely knocked, but the only thing that could be done at this moment was to hoist him back into the air.

The feeling of weightlessness made Shen Jing flustered, he thought he had rolled down.

At the same time as he opened his eyes, he heard the screams of the crowd below and his heartbeat stalled.

His muscles and bones were numb, sore, and weak. The dull pain in his back invaded his limbs and bones, and it was even difficult to breathe.

His eyes swept across the heads below, as well as Cheng Yue's eyes widened with fear and nervousness.

"Quick, quick, quick!—Put him down!—" The director dropped the half of the cigarette in his mouth to the ground, and yelled desperately, almost incoherently, "Who the hell pulled the rope just now! The angle is wrong, no I can see it! Let the fuck go!"

Before Shen Jing landed on the mat, a group of people rushed forward and surrounded him.

Cheng Yue was the first to rush over. He half-kneeled on the mat and supported Shen Jing's shoulder, "How is it? Where did you fall?"

In the panic, everyone's eyes stopped on Shen Jing, and no one cared who the person who spoke was.

What's more, he was wearing a peaked cap and a mask, just like the other staff members.

Shen Jing half-closed her eyes and slowly sat up, touched her back with her backhand, and gave a soft "hiss".

At this time, the dull pain was not as strong as before, but it was still very painful, but I could still move, and the bones were not injured.

The only thing that hurts more than the back is the ankle.

He picked up the trouser leg and found that the outer ankle bone was reddened and bulging to the touch.

"You sprained your ankle?" Cheng Yue was in distress, Shen Jing's calf was also scratched with blood marks by the tiles, and his fair skin made them look particularly bright, "Do you want to go to the hospital?"

"Does it matter? Do you want to take you to the hospital?" Someone in the crowd shouted.

"It's okay, it's okay." Shen Jing quickly waved his hand.

It was just a sprained foot, and he didn't want to delay the progress of the filming.

If he doesn't finish filming today, he will have to wait until tomorrow night, which means that all the props, sets, and lighting will have to be re-arranged as they were, and the group performances will have to be hired again, which will consume a lot of manpower, material resources and energy. Also a waste of time.

He breathed out, endured the soreness in his ankle and the dull pain in his back, and forced himself to stand up again.

Seeing his frowning, several staff members asked with concern, "Is your foot okay?"

"It's okay." With Xiao Li's support, Shen Jing slowly walked down from the mat.

He lightly tapped the toe of his right foot to the ground, and then slowly put his heel back on the flat ground. Even this small movement caused him to clenched his back molars in pain.

But will he sit back now? There is no stand-in for his role, so he can't delay the shooting progress of the whole group.

The assistant director was still yelling at the two hanging wire staff members, "Do you have eyes? The ropes on both sides are not at the same height. If there is obviously a problem, you still dare to let go, want to throw him to death!?"

"Also, who was pulling the rope on the right just now, it was obviously half a beat behind!"

"Everyone fell down and didn't know how to pull the rope! What are they all doing for food!? Watching the show for nothing?"

One of the staff members lowered his head and let himself be reprimanded in silence.

It was also the first time he encountered this situation, he was nervous and forgot to take in the rope, and by the time he realized it, Shen Jing had already rolled several times on the roof.

Shen Jing sat on a chair, and the makeup artist helped him with the wounds on his elbows and legs.

After 10 minutes, the actors were in their positions and shooting resumed.

This was the most painful scene Shen Jing had filmed in his career, and it was NGed dozens of times in a row.

Because he habitually flipped in the air with his right foot, he couldn't control the strength with his left foot, and kept making mistakes. The more mistakes he made, the more confused his mind was, either his movements were incoherent or his lines were not right.

After the filming, it is not only the problem of the feet and the brain, but even the physical strength is a little bit behind.

When the rope was lowered, the director sighed and patted Shen Jing on the shoulder, "Otherwise, let's talk about it tomorrow. You can go back and rest first. If it doesn't work, you can use a stand-in. Let's cut it later, so you don't have to work so hard."

After Shen Jing heard this, he felt really uncomfortable. A group of people had been with him for so long and did not say anything. They would continue tomorrow, and all their efforts were in vain.

He also knew what the director was euphemistically trying to express.

The director was really dissatisfied with the performance these few times, otherwise how could he mention the substitute.

He really didn't know whether he should give up or not.

The bones all over the body seemed to be falling apart, and it hurt to move, and the legs were about to fail.

He didn't have the self-confidence and physical strength he had at the beginning, and he wasn't sure if he could do well next time.

When he glanced at Cheng Yue standing by the tree, he paused.

Cheng Yue took off his mask and mouthed to him: "Come on."

The corners of Shen Jing's mouth were slightly raised, and there was a soft glint of water in his eyes, whether it was due to pain or some other reason, at a glance, it was like the surface of a lake caressed by the moonlight. Lost speed.

Shen Jing took a deep breath, looked at the director, and raised a finger, "One more time, the last time."