muscle actor

Chapter 16 Teacher Ding?

Ding Cheng took a deep breath, hunched his back slightly, went upstairs with heavy steps, stood in front of the door, put down the things in his hands, first rubbed his stiff face with both hands, forced a smile.

"Qianqian, see what I bought for you?"

Open the door, the room was pitch black, fumbled to turn on the light in the living room, no one was there, while changing the slippers, he whispered: "Isn't this girl at home?"

Put things in the kitchen, wash your hands, take out your cell phone, dial your daughter's number, the room rang suddenly, walked to the door, knocked on the door and said: "What are you doing in the house? Come out and eat!"

Back in the kitchen, I took out a few hamburgers and French fries, and put them on the dining table. Seeing that the girl hadn't moved, I was a little annoyed, and said loudly, "Didn't you hear me?"

He walked to the door with strides, twisted the handle with his hand, but there was no lock, and when he opened the door, it was still pitch black, complaining: "I don't turn on the lights at home at night, so it's worth the money?"

Suddenly there was a strange smell, very fishy, ​​touched the switch with his hand, and said angrily: "I didn't ask you to clean your room..."

With a flash of white light, Ding Cheng stared blankly at the girl in white lying on the bed, her delicate face was as pale as snow, her lips were blue, and she remained motionless.

The left hand drooped from the bed, and there was a shocking bright red on the ground, and there was a drop of water slowly flowing from the wrist...

Ding Cheng petrified instantly, without any movement for a few seconds, suddenly opened his eyes wide, rushed to the bed like crazy, grabbed his daughter's shoulders forcefully, shook and said: "Qianqian...don't scare daddy...wake up quickly! "

The daughter didn't respond in the slightest, and tightly held the bleeding wrist with her hands. As soon as she exerted force, a large amount of bright red sprayed out from between her fingers. Ding Cheng was so scared that he quickly let go, and his hands kept shaking.

As if thinking of something, he hurriedly took out a few white T-shirts from the cabinet, wrapped them around his wrists in a hurry, panting heavily, and his face was full of horror and bewilderment.

"Call up!"

Trembling, he took out his mobile phone, blood slipped on his hand, and fell directly into a large piece of plasma, he quickly picked it up, tremblingly dialed 120, his lips were trembling, and a voice came from the other side soon.

"Hey……"

Opening his mouth a few times, he couldn't say a complete sentence, so he slapped himself desperately, and stammered, "Come on... my daughter cut her wrist!"

"Address... West of the second floor of Unit 96, Building [-], Yard [-], Longhua Street... No... Let me think about it"

"It's the second floor west!"

My mind went blank, I checked several times, dropped the phone, looked at the reddish white, quickly picked up another one, and wrapped my whole hand directly.

"Qianqian, don't scare Dad, open your eyes!"

"By the way, you didn't always say you want to eat KFC, I bought it, and chicken wings."

"I promise your mother to take good care of you, and nothing will happen!"

Ding Cheng yelled hoarsely among the people who pinched his daughter, but unfortunately, he didn't get any response...

He suddenly picked up his daughter, and the camera directly zoomed in on the scene, causing heart-piercing, facial features distorted, and tears flowing down like an avalanche.

Like an extremely sharp knife, piercing straight into the chest, digging out the heart little by little, the temperature of life is gradually moving away from the body, like the most important things are gradually moving away...

There were bursts of low growls in his throat, and every breath was like a small knife, which was stabbed in his lungs, leaving a lot of holes. Ding Cheng was panting for breath, only by exhausting all his strength can he survive courage...

Blood-red eyes, pale face, livid lips, trembling body...

The great grief completely overwhelmed this father who was oppressed by life. The grief was like a huge boulder, smashing into the calm lake in an instant, setting off waves of ripples and enveloping everyone present.

At this time, scenes flashed in Ding Cheng's mind. He recalled the experience of giving birth in the hospital, and the countless painstaking efforts his parents had made for him flashed before his eyes. What if he was lying on the bed?
Will my parents...

His eyes darkened, he clenched his teeth desperately, and slapped his mouth forcefully, saying, "Don't faint...the ambulance will be here soon!"

Not far away came the sound of 120 whistles, gritted his teeth, picked up his daughter, and stumbled out the door...

"Pass!"

Xu Yinghua let out a long breath, let go of his fists, his hands were full of sweat, and he couldn't remember how many years he hadn't had this kind of shock on the set!
It may be because there are scenes and characters that cooperate this time, and it is obvious that Ding Cheng's performance is more real, especially the scene of holding his daughter, which makes the audience sad and the audience shed tears.

Immediately the scene changed, and the second act started shooting. Ding Cheng stood anxiously at the door of the emergency room. It had been a long time since his daughter had been in, and now he could do nothing but wait for the judgment of fate.

Suddenly the door opened, the doctor slowly took off his mask, looked at the middle-aged man who was on the verge of collapse, shook his head and said, "I'm sorry...we did our best!"

"Your daughter not only lost a lot of blood, but also took a lot of sleeping pills, wishing to die..."

The actor who played the doctor hadn't finished his lines yet, and Ding Cheng seemed to have his soul taken out of him in an instant. His eyes were full of anxiety one second, and gradually dimmed in the next second, like the fire of life. With his daughter gone, he followed gone……

"Sir... are you okay?"

After Ding Cheng felt that the camera had completely captured his expression, he suddenly pretended to be blinded and fell limp on the ground.

"Crack!"

Xu Yinghua ran over quickly, looked at the bewildered doctors and actors, helped Ding Cheng up, and said loudly, "Are you all right?"

Ding Cheng took a deep breath, stood up slowly, showed a pale smile, and said in a hoarse voice: "It's okay, I used too much force."

Xu Yinghua breathed a sigh of relief, personally helped Ding Cheng to the side, asked his assistant to bring a bottle of water, and said with concern: "Hurry up and take a rest, it's still early, so there's no need to hurry."

Ding Cheng took a sip of water, shook his head and said, "There's no need to rest, it's rare that I'm in the mood, I can continue!"

A touch of emotion flashed in Xu Yinghua's eyes, he patted Ding Cheng lightly on the shoulder, and said firmly, "I'll give you 15 minutes, let's continue."

While the others were preparing, Ding Cheng leaned on the chair, tired and half-true.To say that you are not tired is farting, heart-piercing is far more tormenting than the pain, no matter the micro-expression, now even the intestines are aching.

It seems to work well, close your eyes for a while, strike while the iron is hot, and finish the job in one go.

"Teacher Ding, the director asked you to go over."

Suddenly a voice rang in my ear, and when I opened my eyes, it turned out to be a little assistant, a little nervously notifying myself to prepare.

Teacher Ding?

(End of this chapter)