If you don’t act well, you will go home and have a baby [Rebirth]

The people next to him had already started to look over frequently. Song Qinghan sighed and shook his head: "Brother Ning, are you feeling unwell? Do you want me to help you and Director Jiang to give you a vacation? You now It doesn't look good..."

Su Hening stared straight at him, as if he had calmed down suddenly, and gave a half-smile: "I won't bother you, a big star. Xiao Liu—"

He called out to his assistant: "Go and tell the director, I'm leaving today."

He stood up and walked directly past Song Qinghan's side, his fists clenched tightly, his knuckles turning white.

He didn't even take off the makeup on his face, so he took his assistant and left.

Song Qinghan watched his leaving figure in place, and sighed deeply.

The people next to him vaguely sensed something. Seeing Song Qinghan walk into the dressing room, they quickly went to a place and whispered, "What's going on here? Why did Brother Ning get into a fight with Brother Han?"

The person he asked smiled and shook his head: "You have been on the set for the past few days and saw Su Hening," he pointed to the direction of the door secretly, "and Brother Han's performance, you What do you think Su Hening will think?"

A Su Hening, a brother Han, the closeness is clear.

It is obvious that Su Hening has a relatively high profile, but during the official filming, he is always overwhelmed by Song Qinghan, who is smaller than himself and has an unstable foundation. Even if Su Hening has a really good temper, he must I couldn't help getting angry, not to mention that his own temper was not as good as he usually showed?

And others don't know, don't they know that they are in the same crew?Su Hening seemed to be easy to get along with, but whenever he acted with others, he didn't use some tricks to steal the scene secretly, that is, Jiang Ling was strict and didn't let his petty thinking succeed. Just because of his relatively large status, he took advantage of the opportunity to add drama.

Looking at it now, Su Hening probably suffered a bit from Song Qinghan, and he is playing his big name there.

The staff member said a few words casually, seeing the newcomer staring at him in a daze, he patted him on the shoulder: "Go, go, hurry up and move the props, the next scene will be the highlight..."

Su Hening's departure didn't seem to have had a big impact on the entire crew. The various staff gossiped a few words with great interest, only to find out that the rest of the talk was full of rotten things, so they stopped. After talking, they parted ways without interest.

Jiang Ling didn't care about Su Hening's departure, he adjusted the monitor, then gestured to the cameraman, the camera slowly moved forward, and Song Qinghan, who had already put on makeup, walked into the set slowly——

The temperament changed drastically in an instant.

Some old-fashioned faces, neatly combed hair, fake brand names made of cheap fabrics, patent leather shoes that were missing in several places and were wiped clean, similar to the timid and sloppy man in the torture room before , but now this face is no longer a look of excitement and shrinking, but a calmness that one dare not look at carefully.

"呵嗵——" The sound of the hollow water pipe scraping the ground resounded leisurely, echoing in the corridor at midnight, it seemed so clear, and so... It made people feel palpitations.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk—" He raised his hand and knocked on the door. The owner looked through the cat's eye and found that it was the driver of the taxi he just took today. He looked around the cat's eye with some vigilance. , and then asked sharply, "What are you doing? What's the matter?"

The man outside the door showed a simple smile, then wiped his clothes with one hand, and took out a black cloth bag from his belt: "Did you leave this on the car? I just picked it up when I was driving back." I found it, and I was afraid that you would be in a hurry to ask for the contents inside, so I sent it back to you."

"How do you know that I live here?" The people inside were still very vigilant, their eyes fixed on Li Dagen, as if they wanted to dig a hole in his body.

Li Dagen froze for a moment, waved his hands again and again, and said, "I asked the people below to give you an overview of your appearance, and they told me that you lived here, so I came here..."

"Forget it, I'll throw it here, take it yourself!"

This honest man probably never thought that he would be interrogated like a prisoner after sending things to others with good intentions. His expression looked a little aggrieved, a little sad and angry, and he threw the things on the ground fiercely, then turned and left.

The owner of the door stood behind the door for a while, and the footsteps in the quiet corridor became farther and farther away, and finally disappeared completely.

He waited for a while, until the people in the house became impatient: "Hey, Liao Laosan, what are you doing standing there by the door talking?!"

The man called Liao Laosan turned his head and smiled at the person inside, then opened the door and went out, bent down to pick up the small cloth bag thrown on the ground——

"Boom." With a dull knocking sound, a large sunken hole appeared on Liao Laosan's head, and bright red blood gurgled out.

A pair of white-gloved hands appeared in front of him, slowly picked up his fallen body, dragged it aside and dropped it, and pushed open the half-opened door.

"Who are you?!" Another man who was planning to eat saw a man wearing a mask suddenly push the door in, and the bowl and chopsticks in his hand fell to the ground and smashed to pieces.

From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the blood on Li Dagen's body and the long water pipe with a thick wrist in his hand. As soon as his face changed, he picked up a chair and threw it at Li Dagen.

With a smile in his eyes, Li Dagen waved the water pipe in his hand fiercely, and the chair thrown towards him was hit squarely, and rolled to the other side with a "bang".

The man who threw the chair also had a ruthless look on his face, picked up a chair with his left and right hands and walked directly towards Song Qinghan.

"Yeah—" There was a crackling sound in the house, the old-fashioned TV was smashed to the ground, a huge crack was opened on the screen, the table was overturned, the food on it fell to the ground, and the muffled aroma rose .

"Puff, puff." This is the dull sound of the water pipe falling on the flesh.

"Crackling——" This is the overwhelmed moaning sound after the wooden chair hit the person's body.

The two of them fought fiercely. The actor who was playing with Song Qinghan started to have red eyes, as if he had been hit. The chair was smashed hard, and the sharp edges and corners directly scratched Song Qinghan's forehead, and the bright red blood It fell from his forehead, staining the mask on Song Qinghan's face red, and then dripped down his ear bones to his collar.

Song Qinghan frowned in pain, but he didn't stop what he was doing, and continued to act according to the script.

The actor who played against Song Qinghan was stunned for a moment, and then saw Song Qinghan's performance, thinking that the wound on his head appeared after the blood bag was broken, he was slightly relieved, and waved the chair to meet Li Dagen again Smashed water pipes.

"Bang bang bang!" Li Dagen was probably stimulated by the blood and pain. He shook the hand holding the tube hard, and the bulging veins appeared faintly through the white glove, and he knocked off the opponent's hand three times. After the chair inside, he walked over step by step, and the thick and long water pipe slammed on the man's head——

"Puchi—" The warm blood splashed on his face, Li Dagen closed his eyes reflexively, raised his hand to wipe his face, the white gloves on his hands were almost soaked by the bright red liquid Thoroughly.

The man was lying on the ground, motionless.

Li Dagen kicked him, and then slapped him hard on the back of the head.

"..." After the silence, the movement at the corner of the stairs became particularly obvious.

Li Dagen stood up and walked over. A dozen children cowered in the cubicle timidly, their clothes smelling rancid.

"Hmm..." An older child blinked and looked at Song Qinghan. On his dirty face, those shining eyes were so innocent and touching.

Li Dagen knelt down halfway, reached out and removed the rag he stuffed in his mouth.

"Uncle, please let us go, we can work, we can do many things..." the little boy said calmly, but his slightly trembling hands revealed the fear and anxiety in his heart.

"It's all right." Li Dagen lowered his voice, and his blood-smeared face slowly showed an extremely gentle smile, "Wait for uncle to leave, and uncle police will come to look for you, you have to remember, don't talk to others Said uncle came over."

The little boy nodded calmly, glanced at the other dozen or so children, and broke free from the restraints on his hands.

Li Dagen stretched out his hand to untie it for him. He wanted to touch his head, but seeing the blood on his hand, he stopped his movement.

"Ka——" After shooting this set of shots for a long time, Jiang Ling watched this shot over and over again, and then heaved a long sigh of satisfaction.

It was so beautiful, even more perfect than he had imagined.

Especially Song Qinghan's performance is full of tension, whether it is the calm expression when walking in the corridor, or the shrinking and anger when talking with Liao Laosan, or the ruthless expression when fighting with others. Without any hesitation, Li He performed vividly and vividly, playing the role of a calm and acting murderer.

Jiang Ling deliberately asked the photographer to take a lot of close-ups of Song Qinghan's body, whether it was the heavy footsteps when he walked into the corridor at the beginning, or the unnaturally slightly hooked knuckles when reaching out to knock on the door, or holding the water pipe. The swift movements when hitting Liao Laosan one by one, Song Qinghan no longer needs to capture his micro expressions to make up for his shortcomings in acting, because now, he has almost reached the level of fully entering the play , but, still a little jerky.

But Jiang Ling also knew that it was not easy for Song Qinghan to make such great progress in such a short period of time. Even if he re-shots several times, the finished product probably won't be higher than it is now.

He is strict, but this strictness must also be based on facts.

He raised his hand to let Song Qinghan go down to rest. Song Qinghan covered his forehead with his hand, and there seemed to be blood slowly flowing out between his fingers.

"Brother Han, you're injured!" Lin Chan walked over and smelled a sweet smell of rust. When he raised his eyes, he saw Song Qinghan's slightly frowning brows and his bleeding forehead covered with his hands.