Brilliant

"Are you coming to visit?" Wen Mingyuan was wiping his wet hair, "Tomorrow?"

Mo Beicheng has already taken a shower, and is sitting on the bed reading documents: "Yes, I will send my brother back to France tomorrow, and I can drive to the film and television city to see you by the way. I haven't visited you for a long time."

Wen Mingyuan took a breath, wiped his hands, and sat next to Mo Beicheng, "You visited the set last time, and I didn't go to another city to shoot this time. Don't you get tired of looking at me every day? I Do you think we should try to keep a distance..."

"Huh?" Mo Beicheng didn't understand what he was talking about, "I just went to visit the class."

"Tomorrow...is not very convenient," Wen Mingyuan lowered his head, "Why don't you change it to another day, how about next week?"

"But I only have time to visit the class tomorrow. During this time, I'm either busy with the company or writing songs, and Brother Jiang is still on his honeymoon and won't be back for a while." Mo Beicheng answered Passed a towel to help Wen Mingyuan dry his hair, "Why not tomorrow?"

Wen Mingyuan sighed, "You can come if you want, but promise me one thing, no matter what happens tomorrow, you are not allowed to interrupt the shooting progress."

"Why do I interrupt your filming progress when I have nothing to do?" Mo Beicheng kissed the back of his neck, "I wish you could finish filming quickly, and then you can stay with me at home."

At that time, Mo Beicheng didn't know what kind of promise he had made.

When Mo Beicheng finished sending his brother to the shooting scene the next day, Mo Beicheng regretted the promise he made last night.

The filming of "Scramble" was simple and difficult. Some time ago, all the filming was some dialogues, which allowed the actors to quickly enter the role.

Of course, basically all the more challenging shots were focused on Wen Mingyuan, and Xiong Rui had discussed with Wen Mingyuan at the beginning. All the shots had to be taken by Wen Mingyuan himself, and no substitutes were allowed.

When Mo Beicheng entered the film and television city, Sun Junliang came out to pick him up.On the way, Sun Junliang was also telling Mo Beicheng not to stop whatever Wen Mingyuan was filming. When Mo Beicheng was still thinking about what Wen Mingyuan had done, he saw Wen Mingyuan in front of the camera standing next to the curb and opened the roadside. The lid of the trash can, looking for something inside.

The temperature has warmed up in the past few days, and the temperature at noon is the same as that in midsummer. The smell from the trash can can be smelled from a long distance.Perhaps for the real effect of the shooting, the crew specially found real trash cans on the side of the road as props.

Wen Mingyuan found a box of fried noodles thrown away from the trash can, and sat on the curb, gulping down the food in the trash can.

Many film crews nearby showed disgusted expressions.

Sun Junliang pulled Mo Beicheng, and he saw the veins popping out of Mo Beicheng's fists.

"Cut! It's over!" Xiong Rui finally called to stop, and everyone present breathed a sigh of relief.Sun Junliang hurried forward to ask Wen Mingyuan to spit out what was in his mouth, and then handed him mineral water to rinse his mouth.Sun Junliang was afraid that he might have swallowed a lot just now, so he quickly took two emetic pills and told him to go to the toilet to spit out what he had eaten.

Mo Beicheng followed Wen Mingyuan into the toilet, listening to Wen Mingyuan's painful vomiting in the toilet cubicle.

He suddenly understood why Wen Mingyuan didn't let him come to visit the class yesterday.

After vomiting everything in his stomach, Wen Mingyuan came out of the cubicle, his eyes filled with tears caused by the irritation after vomiting.

"Don't come here, I'm dirty and I haven't washed my hands yet," Wen Mingyuan told Mo Beicheng to go away a bit, "The fried noodles were bought by the crew and put in, and the trash can is real."

"Can't you use special effects? Why do you have to torture people like this?" Mo Beicheng couldn't understand, why can't the prop artist use special effects makeup to make a trash can that looks a bit better?Why did Wen Mingyuan have to go to the trash can to dig out something to eat?

Wen Mingyuan washed his hands, "Can you use special effects makeup to make two flies fly on it? Acting, it's not that good."

"That can't be like this..." Mo Beicheng's eyes were full of distress, why should the person he loves so much be so angry?

"I know you love me, so I told you not to come here." Wen Mingyuan wiped away the tears stimulated by vomiting just now with a tissue, and the makeup on his face could not be moved, "It's nothing more, the fried noodles are clean of."

"The trash can is real..." Mo Beicheng emphasized, "I can smell that smell from so far away."

"It's really nothing. When I graduated from high school and came here to beg for a living, I really searched through the trash can to find something to eat. Can you just think that I am remembering bitterness and thinking sweetly?"

He walked behind Wen Mingyuan, stretched out his arms to hold Wen Mingyuan in his arms, "I support your career, but I... I feel so uncomfortable, Wen Mingyuan..."

Wen Mingyuan touched his hand as comfort.

But this matter didn't end so quickly, probably because of the stimulation of that smell, Wen Mingyuan couldn't take a bite of food for several days in a row.Mo Beicheng cooked the kitchen himself, and Wen Mingyuan gave him face, but he ran out and vomited as soon as he took a bite.For several days in a row, I can only eat some fruits and vitamins to maintain my strength.

However, all the shots this week were chasing cars and fighting. Wen Mingyuan promised not to use a stand-in, and he did everything by himself. Wen Mingyuan almost lost a layer of skin after a series of actions.

Every night when he came back, he would go to bed after taking a shower, and Mo Beicheng found a lot of bruises on his body from stumbling and acting.Mo Beicheng always massaged Wen Mingyuan with safflower oil while he was sleeping.

One piece, two pieces, three pieces...

Mo Beicheng laughed at himself that he used his piano-playing hand to massage Wen Mingyuan to the best of his ability, but every time after teasing, Mo Beicheng always felt uncomfortable looking at the bruise for a long time.

In addition to bruising, there is redness and swelling from mosquito bites.

The most serious thing was that once Wen Mingyuan's calf was cut by a steel plate, he was sent to the hospital for tetanus and wrapped in gauze. Wen Mingyuan walked with a limp for several days.Mo Beicheng was really frightened that time. The cold nightmare five years ago seemed to come again, but Wen Mingyuan went to the crew to perform the next day.

I don't know who he is competing with, Xiong Rui even gave him sick leave and he still went to shoot.

Only then did Mo Beicheng realize that Wen Mingyuan had changed.

He has completely forgotten the disaster five years ago, and the wounds he once had healed and became stronger.

Didn't the gods pour cement into his room?

Then dig it out with both hands.

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