The male god in the interstellar entertainment circle is poisonous

"Hey boy, what are you doing? Keeping the daddies out!"

The mercenary yelled in a hurry and rushed in.

Zhuo swallowed the piece of paper with difficulty - his throat hurt and his eyes forced tears, but he swallowed it after all.He turned around and tried to put on a smile: "Sorry, I'm too slow."

"Really?" The man's critical eyes scratched him like a knife, as if trying to scrape off a layer of skin from his body, "Isn't he hiding something—Guys, search!"

"Yes!" Accompanied by the shocking response, the mercenaries roughly opened the cabinet and opened the baggage, and searched roughly.Zhuo stood in the corner with a sore throat, but he felt grateful in his heart—fortunately, he had swallowed all the evidence.

"no!"

"no!"

"... I don't have any here either!"

The mercenaries searched for a long time and couldn't find anything suspicious, so they reported one after another, but the boss didn't believe it.He walked a few steps in the room, stared at Zhuo with a pair of eagle-like eyes, and said in a low voice, "No? I'll come!"

This man is muscular, rough and dark, and his movements are not careful at all.He kicked over the table in the room almost as soon as he stepped up, and the scattered things on the table fell to the ground, but there was nothing wrong.The mercenary didn't say a word, lost interest in the table, and kicked onto the wooden bed again.The bed slid a certain distance under his roughness, and the head of the bed was tilted, revealing a bit of mossy wall behind.

On the wall, there is a faint red imprint, which is not clear.

The mercenary squatted down and looked at the mark.

Behind the door, the boy leaning against the corner turned pale as paper—how could he have forgotten?How... did you forget this?

"Hahaha!"

The burly mercenary slowly straightened up, with a ferocious and smug smile on his face: "Look, what did I find? The emblem of the rebel party! ——You idiots!" He took off his dirty hat and slapped the face of a mercenary next to him, who didn't dare to say a word.

"Take that little slut away!" The mercenary pointed at Zhuo with his dirty fingers.

"Yes!"

The palms like iron pincers grabbed the young man's thin shoulders, and Zhuo's whole body trembled: "I don't know! I really don't know! I don't know what rebellion is..." He tried to struggle, but he couldn't shake the mercenary thick Big palm.

"I don't know?" The mercenary leader showed a sinister smile, "Stop making excuses, take them away! ——If you have any last words, tell them earlier, as it says, all rebels will be hanged!"

The young man's slender arms were locked with a cold and thick iron chain, and he struggled in vain, a layer of despair gradually shrouded his delicate face.His mind flashed back to the original scene——

"...I will one day be a leader and bring all the desperate people to revolt!"

"Leader?!" The boy at that time taunted, "You are just a slave? You can't even get the name and slogan of the team! No flag, no goal, no money... What are you dreaming about?"

"Who said there are no slogans and goals!" The man was dressed in rough clothes, but his face was shining brightly, "I designed it carefully! Look at it!——" He picked up a brick-red stone and placed it by the head of the bed. painting on the wall. "Look, the sword symbolizes courage, and the rice symbolizes a good harvest..."

"Tsk." The boy looked at it, and reluctantly admitted, "Well, you still have a bit of talent—don't be complacent, I'm talking about painting. Even if you have a flag badge, what's the use..."

As the two talked, they bickered again.

On the head of the bed, a brick red imprint was left.Later, that man named it "Light of Liberty".

——On that day, the "Light of Liberty" first appeared in this world, and its members were only one and a half.The founder counts as one, and the young man who hates him to death is only willing to admit that he is half of the member.

...Yeah, rebels.

Is he a rebel, or one of the earliest veterans of the rebel party.

The young man was dragged by the mercenaries with iron chains, and walked staggeringly. Feeling the pointing of the people around him, a very faint trance smile suddenly appeared on his face.

...Traitors.

Should have thought of such a day.

Countless shattered memory scenes flew by before his eyes, and the boy's trembling body strangely calmed down.His young and beautiful face slowly glowed with a calm and calm radiance.He was still in shackles, he was still dragged staggeringly, he still faced the pointing and even obscene expressions of the people around him, but he straightened his back, his eyes were bright and firm.That almost bewitchingly beautiful face reveals a kind of awe-inspiring brilliance, which makes people dare not look at it. That kind of beauty is no longer the seductive appearance of his usual smile at "guests", but A kind of look that comes from the bones.

At this moment, the entire set was as quiet as if no one was there.All eyes were on the young man. His clothes were thin and his makeup was deliberately painted gray on his cheeks, but at this moment he was smiling lightly, his eyes seemed to hide the Seine River back then, and his smile was like a falling star. fall into it.With an iron chain on his arm, he walked staggeringly, passing through the onlookers all the way forward, just like the ancient myth that Moses divided the sea, and the thin shadow lived in the prophecy.

"Card!"

Director Oliver's voice brought the crew members back to their senses as if they had just woken up from a dream. They stroked their chests and gasped for breath—just now, they forgot to breathe, and only saw the boy in their eyes.Even, there were two young girls covering their mouths, with tears falling from their eyes, and the older ones also sighed and looked sad.

Oliver looked back at the results of the shooting, and a smile appeared on his face: "This angle is really good, and this is also good. Hey, this close-up is beautiful, and I must leave it when editing..."

"...You forgot, you have to make up for the hanging scene." Seeing him intoxicated, the assistant director cautiously reminded him, and then the mesmerized director slapped his hands: "Oh, that's right—there's also the hanging scene. Come on, come on, put on your make-up as soon as you smile, the props of all departments are ready!"

Mo Yi smiled and was grabbed by the make-up artist sister.He raised his eyes in surprise, and met a face with red eyes: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo ..."

Mo Yixiao: ...Wait, didn't you draw the white face?

"Well, make-up artist sister." Relying on his young age and tender face (the Xinzhou star cluster is especially tender), Mo Yixiao bent his eyes and showed a pleasing smile, "It's all drama, drama The worse it is inside, the better it is outside. So, you can just follow the miserable painting for me, and after the performance, I will take off my makeup and I will be fine."

"Yes, yes, let you finish the performance early, and my sister will give you a big red envelope!" The make-up artist's eyes were full of this young man who just smiled so painfully, his tone was seven points of pain and three points of pity, and his movements were not to mention too much Gentle, she put on makeup for him carefully, and even took care of the hair on the sideburns, "Go, go, I will definitely come over to collect the red envelopes after the performance."

"Okay, okay, thank you." Mo Yixiao felt warm in his heart. He was also a little surprised that the tradition of giving red envelopes to dead people has been preserved in this time and space, and it has also spread to other cultural circles with the powerful influence of Huaguo.

The teenager returned to his original position, waiting for the shooting to start. The makeup artist quickly exited the shooting area and stood on the sidelines, watching helplessly.A little red-haired girl came by next to her, with an envious look on her face: "Mona, Momo said that he will accept your red envelope, right? I really want to give him a red envelope too! I made the chain myself." It has been de-banknoted, so the so-called "red envelope" refers more to the small gift wrapped in the red envelope, rather than money.

"Then tell him to give it a try." Makeup artist Mona held her face and looked at the center of the venue, "He is nice, obedient and polite. Is it because he is from China? The few dozen people I have met before Stars in their 20s are mostly rebellious, and they are very proud of it, thinking they are cool."

"Don't talk about that, it's the so-called Xiaohuadan..." The red-haired girl squeezed her eyes, hinting at the heroine of the show. The two of them met and smiled knowingly.

"I really became a fan of him..." the red-haired girl said with a long sigh, "It's a pity that Momo doesn't seem to have any works? I can't find anything to lick, only the sneak shots in my head holding the light The photos are crazy."

"Mo Mo is a newcomer." Another make-up artist also came over. They are all from Xinzhou Star Cluster who don't know the history of Mo Yixiao's "Vase", "But he is so outstanding, he will definitely be very popular in the future!"

"Yeah, that's for sure!" The red-haired girl nodded vigorously, her eyes became sparkling, "Suddenly I feel that it seems more interesting to be a fan of a newcomer! Although I don't have much resources, watching him grow up a little bit is like witnessing my own growth." Life is the same... ah ah ah it feels so good!"

Mo Yixiao, who was ignorant of the discussion on the sidelines, was hanged on the gallows with the help of the crew, and Zhuo's death was filmed from all angles.This scene has no plot, and it will only be presented in fragmented fragments and later flashbacks when it appears in the movie, so the filming is very fast-as long as Mo Yixiao's emotions are mobilized in place.

Oliver watched the young man joking with others before, and was worried that he would not be able to enter the scene for a while. Who would have thought that the moment he was dragged by the actor playing the mercenary and put a rope around his neck, there was already a wave of determination to die all over his body? breath.

When Zhuo was searched, he was terrified, so terrified that he couldn't restrain his trembling, his expression showed shock.

But in the end, he was calm instead.

Mo Yixiao thought about this passage seriously in private, analyzed the script, and substituted himself.It is human nature to be afraid of death, and Zhuo, after all, is still a teenager who can even be called a child.

But in the last moments, he thought of Fan Sen, the "Light of Freedom" soaring in the sky, and his short and sad life of living in the mud, being called a bitch, and being treated as an existence that could be trampled on at will.He suddenly relaxed, and even had a desire for unknown death.

...That world, the so-called "beyond shore", is not so filthy, right?

If he went there, would he be clean?No need to hide your inner feelings with sharp words, no need to show disdain in front of people who clearly desire...

The boy with the noose around his neck closed his eyes, a gleam of light flashed across his pale face, and a smile curved his lips.

"Hanging!"

The rough voice of the big man suddenly sounded, and the wooden platform made of trap boards under Zhuo's feet was suddenly turned upside down!

The young man who lost his support was suspended in the air in an instant due to gravity, his neck was stretched, his eyelashes were like butterflies, trembled slightly twice, and then closed them tiredly.The faint smile at the corner of his mouth slowly and slowly dissipated, as if the muscles could not hold themselves after the whole person lost consciousness...

"Card!"

Only when Oliver yelled this did he realize that his pitch was a little too high - because of nervousness.

Oh god, he's a director, and he's nervous about an actor's scene!Obviously he knew it was absolutely safe, the empty plank, the noose around the neck were all just appearances, but...God, he felt nervous!I even wanted to go and confirm for myself that the gallows was a combination of projections and props, not real!

All he can say is...that kid, that kid did such a good job!The dying smile and the state of his muscles simply give people the illusion that he is really going to die! ——Hey, it can be seen that he was not the only one who was confused by that kid's acting skills. Didn't he see that when he shouted "card", several people rushed forward?Listen to what those guys asked—"Mo, are you okay? You weren't really hung by your neck, were you?"

What is this called!

Oliver muttered angrily, but a smile slowly opened in his eyes——

This is Zhuo.He waited for months, painstakingly looking for Zhuo who was finally selected.It's not in vain that he delayed the start-up time for this role, he finally proved how correct his decision was!He had a hunch that this role was enough for this kid to be nominated for Best Supporting Actor in one of the three major film awards in Huaguo, and it would also become an important target in his directorial history as William Oliver.