twin stars

Lei Yi

"Nonsense! Nonsense!" Director Zhang waved his hands impatiently after being baffled by me, "I'll stop here today, and I'll shoot tomorrow!"

Today was a shooting rush, and it was already late at night. When everyone heard that the director finally agreed to call it a day, everyone relaxed with a "wow", and started packing equipment and tools in twos and threes, preparing to go home.

Ajie's bun face puffed up again.I pulled him out of the studio.

"I know you were helping me just now!" He was downcast, looking depressed.

"Ajie, in fact, you are right in insisting, but if you add my role, think about it, you need to add hospital shots, right? You also need to set up scenes, and even arrange for the medical staff to play tricks. The budget also extended the filming time. If the budget exceeds the budget, you have to apply to the company again, which is too much trouble. And even if it is filmed, considering the length of the film, it may be cut. So, if it doesn’t seriously affect the plot, it’s okay not to shoot You can. Chances are the audience won't notice it at all."

He was silent for a long time, nodded and said: "Well, you are right, I understand!"

I knew he was doing a movie for the first time and wanted everything to be perfect.It's just that making a movie is subject to various conditions, which cannot be decided by the actors, and sometimes even the director.Besides, he was still a newcomer, so he would definitely have no fruit if he directly contradicted the director.

"You deliberately interrupted me just now, Director Zhang won't be angry with you, right?" He suddenly looked at me worriedly.

"That old man? It's okay, it's okay!" I waved my hands and said with a chuckle, "Don't look at him as a man of style and temper, as long as you can meet his requirements in filming, he will forget about it when he is happy."

"Why do you call Director Zhang 'Old Man'? You should address him as 'Mr. Zhang'?"

I spread my hands and said, "In front of him, give him face and be more respectful. Behind his back, call him whatever you want! We will call him old man when we chat in the future. If you have any dissatisfaction with him, vent it to your heart's content! Ha!"

Ajie finally laughed: "I dare not! He asked me to film, no matter how he treats me, I am grateful to him, how dare he be dissatisfied with him? I always call him 'Director Zhang', 'Mr. Zhang' '."

"That's up to you!" I shrugged and confirmed again: Ajie's brain is a muscle!

"The Blind Spot" is finally finished.

Ajie and I got more than half a month's vacation.Taking advantage of this time, we bought motorcycles and classic cars respectively.

The red motorcycle that Ajie bought was the cheapest one. It looked a little light and not ideal, but he had already found it like a treasure. He often held the bike and checked it carefully. Wipe off immediately.I saw that his head was covered with sweat, so I handed him a towel to wipe his face, and he took it casually and began to wipe the car. It couldn't be more shiny, it was really possessed!

My classic car was finally repaired and rumbled into the dormitory garage.I think car cleaning is a kind of enjoyment for Ajie, and he is very happy to hand over the work of cleaning classic cars to him.Oh, how considerate of me!

We just bought the car back, and we were reluctant to drive it. After two days of maintenance, we finally couldn't help it.

"How about it, go out for a stroll?" I winked at him.

Ajie looked at me, and then at the car, with an uncontrollable smile on his face, and he was probably very happy.He suddenly withdrew his smile and solemnly nodded in agreement.

We pulled the car out of the garage and side by side. "Competition?" I gave Ajie a provocative look.He put on his helmet, patted his chest, and gave me a haughty look.The muscles of my whole body tensed up, I slammed on the gas pedal twice, "whoosh", the two cars flew away almost simultaneously like bullets, kicking up a cloud of dust.The sound of the roaring motor and the whistling wind caused people along the way to look sideways.Within a few minutes, we drove off the set.There are few vehicles on the road around the city, which is suitable for us to teach each other.Most of the time we were on the same page, but when it came to corners, the bike was more nimble.There were a few times when I fell behind and barely managed to close the gap by pressing hard on the gas pedal.

The drag racing was in full swing, and a siren suddenly sounded behind him.It's the traffic police!It seems to be following us!Ajie turned to look at me, as if asking: What should I do?I pouted forward and motioned, "Of course I'm escaping!"

We exchanged glances and started sprinting forward with all our might.It was just a game just now, but now it is to escape from the hunt. The enemy is in front of him, so he can't relax at all.The mentality is different, and the speed of drag racing seems to have risen to another level, which is really exciting!But no matter how fast we accelerated, that police car was like a candy bar, and we couldn't get rid of it no matter how hard we tried.The sound of the alarm came and went, but never disappeared.

Ajie approached me slowly, and said loudly: "There is a small road up the mountain ahead, you drive up, and there are trees hiding it. I will go and lure them away."

"No! I'll lure them away!" I don't want him to take risks alone.

"Your classic car is too big. My car is more flexible and easier to hide. Listen to me, hurry up!" With the path in front of him, Ajie decisively ordered that he no longer give me a chance to bargain.I had to drive up the hill, hidden in thick woods and bushes.

After a while, a police car with flashing red lights on the roof came roaring, chasing after Ajie, apparently vowing to catch us two speeding villains.I was temporarily safe, but my heart felt like thousands of ants crawling, itching unbearably.At that time, there were no mobile phones, and I couldn't call to inquire about Ajie's current situation.Waited for half an hour, still no news.Shouldn't he be caught at the police station?Should I just drive to him?But what if he escapes smoothly and can't find me when he comes back?Alas, what a dilemma!I don't like the feeling of waiting the most, so I must change it next time!

Just when I was thinking wildly and my endurance reached the limit, the familiar roar finally sounded in my ears.Ajie drove his beloved motorcycle back after a long journey.

I really wanted to rush up, hug him and beat him up: "Why is it taking so long? It's been two hours!"

"No way, in order to get rid of them, I deliberately drove to a side road and made a big circle before I came back. Hehe, thanks to my motorcycle, I can drive on dirt slopes without roads." He touched the car Handle, self-satisfied and complacent, not tired at all, but refreshed.

Heck, I'm terrified here, but he's having a great time driving!I always feel that I am at a disadvantage. If there is a next time... hum!

After that cat-and-mouse chase, we ran out of time to go downtown, so we headed back home.

There was no more drag racing on the way back. We drove in a regular manner, at a leisurely pace, and enjoyed the sea view along the way with a relaxed mood.At some point, there were more than a dozen motorcycles behind them, with large displacement and sufficient horsepower, they drove on a rampage with a great momentum.The people who drove were all dressed as hooligans, and there were girls in several cars.This should be the speeding party that often gathers and uses locomotives for illegal racing and drag racing.

A black motorcycle was driving next to me, and the guy in the red leather jacket whistled and shouted loudly: "Look, everyone, what age is it, and he still drives such an old antique!"

"Classic car? Haha, it's too old-fashioned!" The people around laughed.

"This kind of car is still driving, isn't that the speed of a tortoise? Hahaha!" Red Jacket continued to mock unscrupulously

This guy actually insulted classic cars!I couldn't bear it, and quickly raised my middle finger at him.

The red jacket froze for a moment, turned into anger from embarrassment, shouted, let their people gradually surround my car, and forced my car to stop on the side of the road.Ajie also stopped the car, parked next to my car door.

"Boy, get out of the car!" The red jacket turned his wrist, moved his shoulders and said, "Dare to be disrespectful to the uncle, so you can't eat it and walk around!"

I got out of the car, put my hands in my pockets, and squinted at him contemptuously.He let out a groan, and threw his fists at me.There was still one meter away from me, and Ajie, who was waiting for an opportunity to move, quickly made a move, kicking him in the hollow of his leg, kicking him to his knees.He screamed in pain and was about to get up when Ajie stepped on his calf again and asked, "What do you want?"

Red Jacket tried his best to pull out his leg, but his leg was trampled on.He asked around for help, but his younger brother was frightened and at a loss when he saw his elder brother being restrained.

"Jianghu, Jianghu! I see you also ride a motorcycle, let's compare. If you win, we won't trouble you. If you lose, let the boy who drives the classic car kneel down and apologize !" The red jacket is stern, at a disadvantage, and still thinking about how to maintain the face of being the boss.

Ajie and I looked at each other.We are not afraid of fighting, but there are so many of them, if they take the opportunity to smash our car, it will be troublesome.Protect your car no matter what.Ajie thought the same as me.

"Okay, I'll compare with you!"

Seeing Ajie readily agree, I was suddenly a little uneasy. This kind of racing often chooses to run on dangerous road conditions, which is risky.I grabbed his arm, hesitating, Ajie patted my hand and said with a smile: "Don't worry!"

The speeding party took us to a hillside, and there was a path several hundred meters long that was rolled out by wheels.The hillside is very steep, looking up from the bottom of the slope, it is almost vertical.After the hillside is connected to the hillside, and behind several rolling hills, there is a flag, which is the end point.

A biker stands on a hill with his hands down, and the race begins.Ajie and Red Jacket chased each other on the narrow path, biting each other tightly, billowing sand and dust under the vehicle, and the battle was at a stalemate.The people around waved their arms and cheered loudly: "Boss, come on! Kill him! Kill him!"

I was very angry, and I didn't care whether Ajie could hear me, so I shouted loudly: "Ajie, come on! Come on!"

After more than ten minutes, Ajie rode a flaming red motorcycle, holding the handlebar in one hand and holding a yellow flag in the other, appearing majestically in everyone's field of vision, just like an ancient warrior returning home in triumph.

Applejack won!Applejack won!I was so excited that I wanted to jump up and do somersaults.When he stopped the car, I rushed up and hugged him: "I knew it, you can win!" He took off his helmet, smiled brightly like the sun, and his whole body seemed to be glowing with golden light.

"Where's our boss?" A biker stood up and asked.

"He..." Ajie hesitated: "He came down from the other side of the hill. I hope you don't have to wait for him." The speeding party members looked a little sad, without the excitement and noise before, and drove away one by one in a desperate manner.

"What's the matter with the red jacket? Is it embarrassing to lose if you lose? I really can't afford to lose!" I taunted the loser, thinking that he looked very imposing, but in fact he was vulnerable.

"He hurt his leg, so he said it was better if he didn't die. I wanted to send him down the mountain, but he didn't want to. He probably felt ashamed and didn't want to see his brother, so he limped away by himself." Ajie's His tone was full of guilt.

"What? Pity him?"

"In fact, he has always known that drag racing is a life-threatening sport, and he is prepared for injury or even death. For some reason, I feel very uncomfortable."

I patted Ajie on the shoulder and couldn't help but sigh in my heart: Ajie, you are so kind!

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