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Ji Zuo's hands and feet were stiff, and he froze in place, helplessly hugged by Wang Ping, before he could utter a word.

He heard Wang Ping say:

"Thank you!" Wang Ping let go of Ji Zou, staring at him with bright eyes, "Thank you very much! Without you, I would definitely not be able to—"

"Wang Ping, touch up your makeup." Wu Guangji called out from there.

If Wang Ping is the least ignorant of style on the set, then Wu Guangji is the second most ignorant of style.

The two people who only have movies in their heads have similar tastes, and they have no style to die! !

Then, Wang Ping jumped up and down and ran away, really going to touch up his makeup.

Ji walked stiffly on the spot for a long time, stretched out his hand, swayed towards Tang Jialin, gritted his teeth and said, "Ice American style."

"Boss..." Tang Jialin cautiously said, "It's the second cup."

“Iced Americano!”

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Filmmaking is actually a process of repeated grinding. This scene was filmed for a whole day, and filming continued the next day, but this time Wang Ping was acting as an assistant, mainly filming several masters to discuss the situation.

The meticulously crafted scenes slowly progressed, and Ji Zuo had no scenes to shoot this week, so he practiced for free.

I got a room card for Wang Ping's room and Wang Ping's trust.

Ji Zuo can't do anything to him, holding this room card and having to bear Ji Zeyang's scrutiny, it's just dumbfounding.

In this way, this scene was filmed for a full week. One week after Tang Hongtu came, the highlight of this scene finally arrived.

How important and difficult is this scene to act...

Let's just put it that way.

Even for Wu Guangji, he reserved a week for this scene, and rarely let Wang Ping relax, saying to him: "Don't be stressed, we have time, take it easy."

The reason why I have no confidence in the progress of this scene is mainly because the demand for emotional explosion in this scene is very high.

Emotional drama is not easy.

Wang Ping is still a rookie actor, it is even more difficult to say whether he can resist Tang Hongtu's full power and not be suppressed.

Therefore, it is useless to be demanding once.

In other words, there is no one-off possibility at all.

However, even though everyone knew that they would not be able to pass it once, but before the filming really started, everyone was still waiting for it.

The lighting and the camera position have been walked countless times, the sound engineer’s arm is tied with a scale to prevent the recording equipment from entering the picture, the makeup artist has changed several lights and repeatedly checked the actor’s makeup, and even the scene layout has been confirmed countless times against the photos and yesterday The connection of that scene.

In the midst of the drumbeat, Wu Guangji raised the walkie-talkie——

"Every department is ready."

At that moment, the atmosphere in the air froze instantly, and for a while, there was not even a single sound.

Wang Ping stood in front of a huge fill light, shrouded in a layer of light, and bowed deeply to everyone before officially playing the board.

"I will work hard to live up to everyone's expectations!"

Ji Zou looked at Wang Ping, and nodded heavily in a corner where no one was paying attention.

"You will definitely succeed once." Ji Zuo clenched his fists.

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"Okay, the first time for the 45th scene, let's start!"

Amidst the crisp sound of the beater, the scene returned to the scene where Ye Minghuai bent his waist and watched over the small hole.

The moment Ye Minghuai was shocked by the "heir to the evil sect", his breath was unsteady, and the people inside immediately noticed it.

"There is someone outside!" The ragged old man noticed instantly, turned his head and flew towards the door, opened the door, grabbed Ye Minghuai by the collar, and dragged him in.

Ye Minghuai staggered, didn't stand firmly, and knelt directly on the ground.

After he knelt down, he raised his head in embarrassment and looked at the masters sitting around him. Everyone's expressions didn't change, except for Ye Minghuai's master, Yu Jun, who twitched his eyebrows slightly.

The ragged old man caught his expression and pressed Ye Minghuai's neck with his scabbard.

"Wow." The ragged old man scolded, "This is the son of that evil sect!"

"Yes, I am." Ye Minghuai straightened his back and looked at the ragged old man unconvinced, "What do you want, are you going to kill me?"

How could the ragged old man hear this kind of provocation, and immediately drew his sword out of its sheath; the moment he slashed down, Yu Jun slapped the table with his hand, and a teacup flew out, smashing the long sword away.

"He is Ye Yunkai's son, you can kill him if you want!" Yu Jun glared at the ragged old man. The next moment, he turned to Ye Minghuai with burning eyes and shouted, "Ye Minghuai, apologize to Master Han!"

It turned out that this ragged old man was Han Dongzhi whose life and death were unknown in the battle between good and evil 18 years ago.

Ye Minghuai didn't even look at the missing sect elder, he straightened his back and faced Yu Jun directly.

"Master, I don't apologize." Ye Minghuai poked his neck, "Why do you believe him? Do you really believe that my junior brother is a child of the evil sect?"

"Okay, okay. You really are just as righteous as your father." Han Dongzhi recovered from the shock just now, and looked at Ye Minghuai with admiration, but in the end, he showed a sad and indignant expression.

"But your righteousness must be used in the right place!"

"Let me tell you, that Xiao Cundeng is your son who killed his father and enemy - you know the truth, and you still want to protect him?!"

Han Dongzhi's words were so shocking that Ye Minghuai's eyes widened in disbelief.

At that moment, Han Dongzhi had drawn out a knife and handed it to Ye Minghuai.

"If you still have a conscience, you should kill your enemy with blood!" Han Dongzhi said angrily, "Take this poisoned dagger and send him on his way!"

Ye Minghuai looked at the knife, raised his eyes again, looked at Han Dongzhi coldly, and paused every word: "Why should I trust you and not my junior brother?"

"you!"

Seeing that Han Dongzhi and Ye Minghuai were about to argue, Yu Jun got down from his seat.

Yu Jun blocked Han Dongzhi, but he also took the knife and looked down at Ye Minghuai.

"Ming Huai." Yu Jun said softly, "Master named you back then, in the hope that you would stick to the righteous path in your heart and be bright forever."

"Now, the son of the evil faction is by your side. You have a bright heart, do you really have no yardstick to measure?"

Yu Jun's voice was soft, and after saying this, he handed the knife to Ye Minghuai.

"Master." Ye Minghuai insisted not to pick up the knife, and faced Yu Jun directly, "I stick to the light in my heart, so it is even more impossible to kill him. After all, what does this matter have to do with him?"

"Even if this is true, Junior Brother was just a baby back then." Ye Minghuai's eyes brightened, "To kill irrelevant people to vent my anger, is this the light you want me to conceive, Master?"

"Shut up." Yu Jun said coldly, "Are you going to disobey the teacher's order?"

Ye Minghuai couldn't believe it, and looked at Yu Jun, as if he had never known this person before.

Yu Jun took a deep breath and said, "Don't you even listen to what Master says?"

In an instant, Ye Minghuai burst into tears, and the tears blurred his vision, but he still raised his head and looked at Yu Jun seriously.

"Master." Ye Minghuai gritted his teeth, "Being a human being has something to do and something not to do. I'm poor in martial arts, but I still understand the truth of this."

After saying this, the room fell silent again.

The dagger Yu Jun was holding trembled, and he seemed to bear it again and again, and finally, he lowered his shoulders.

"Yes, Master is willing to protect you, and is willing to protect the righteous way in your heart - if you insist, it is correct."

After Yu Jun finished speaking, he quickly raised the knife and pointed it at his throat: "Then we will be masters and apprentices in the underworld."

Yu Jun is forcing him to die!

Ye Minghuai immediately jumped up from the ground, but he didn't have time to grab the knife, he only had time to hit Yu Jun's wrist, and the short knife flew horizontally towards the third uncle who was sitting on the seat.

Third Master Uncle raised the fan at hand and hit the dagger that flew in front of him, the dagger turned in the air, and finally fell to Ye Minghuai's feet.

"when--"

The sound of gold and stone colliding was like an elegy, and Ye Minghuai fell heavily to the ground. After a while, he looked at the indifferent masters present, with trembling fingers, and picked up the dagger.

Knowing that he had no choice, he raised his neck to the sky and let out a roar like a beast.

·

Go through it all.

Wu Guangji didn't realize that the scene had already been played once until the tears flowed from the corner of his eyes.

Instead of using the horn, he raised his feet and ran among the actors, spreading his arms and shaking his fists at every department that was still working.

"Cut—! Cut—! Cut—!"

Heart-piercing shouts echoed inside the studio, and the shouts revealed how excited Wu Guangji was.

In this world, there is no director who is not happy that what is on the paper suddenly appears in their shots, and there is no director who is not excited about a perfect performance!

Wang Ping no longer had the energy to take care of this matter.

Holding the knife in his hand, Wang Ping lay limp on the floor, with tears still pouring out of his eyes.

Wang Ping couldn't make a play, he was trapped in Ye Minghuai's despair - on the one hand was the master, on the other hand was the younger brother, and on the other hand was the father he had never seen before.

Ye Minghuai is just a child, what can he do in the face of such a dead end?

Wang Ping didn't know how to help him, so he could only let the tears flow.

To be honest, this scene is still very beautiful, the shocking beauty sitting in the azure clothes, like a fairy sitting on the cloud and weeping.

But Ji Zuo didn't care about these things.

The last thing Ji Zuo wanted sad people to sit here and cry, even though Ji Zuo had seen them countless times when they were practicing privately, he still knew it like a knife.

Ji Zuo walked over in a hurry, he squatted down in front of Wang Ping, raised his hand to test up and down in front of him several times, and finally pulled him into his arms.

"Brother Wang Ping." Ji Zu loosely wrapped his arms around Wang Ping's back and patted his back, "Stop crying."

This posture is very ambiguous, although it is not a hug, but it must be a half hug; Ji Zuo squatted in front of Wang Ping, and the two of them were close to sticking to each other.

But now, whether this posture is ambiguous or not, Wang Ping didn't have time to think about it. He took a look to confirm that Ji Zun was not wearing a costume, then leaned his eyes on his shoulder, and continued to cry in silence.

Ji walked into the Weigu, and could only maintain a very awkward posture to support Wang Ping until he gradually calmed down and stopped crying.

Wang Ping raised his head slightly, wiped his eyes a little embarrassedly, felt something ringing in his mascara-coated eyes, and hurried to look at Ji Zuo's shoulder.

...It was really dark.

"I...you..." Wang Ping was so embarrassed that he didn't know what to say. At this moment, Tang Hongtu came to him and rescued him.

"Little friend Wang Ping." Tang Hongtu stretched out his hand to him, "Is the show finally happening?"

Wang Ping quickly put his hand on Tang Hongtu's, borrowed a little strength, stood up by himself, rubbed his eyes, very embarrassed: "Yes... um, Mr. Tang, I'm sorry..."

"It doesn't matter, it's a good thing to be in the play." Tang Hongtu smiled, "I'm very happy to be able to cooperate with you. It's really a formidable young generation."

Wang Ping stared blankly at Tang Hongtu.

Did he hear it right? ? ?

His first intention in entering the industry, his most respected actor, Mr. Tang, praised... praised him?

"Thank you! Thank you, Teacher Tang!" Wang Ping bowed again and again.

Tang Hongtu laughed loudly, raised his hand to stroke Wang Ping's hair, and finally said a meaningful sentence:

"However, it is very difficult to maintain the current state..."

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Tang Hongtu's words had endless aftertaste, Wang Ping and Ji Zuo couldn't understand the meaning, pondered over and over again, and finally didn't know what it meant.

However, after every shot of this drama was finished, Ji Zeyang, who had been following Wang Ping, felt relieved of him, and drove away to accompany other artists in his family.

As the drama ended, it was time for Ye Minghuai to kill Xiao Cundeng and Ji Zou and Wang Ping to play against each other.

This day, as soon as the two of them put on their makeup and came to the set, they were sorry to be informed by the scene manager that their filming today would be postponed for a while.

"I'm really sorry." The scene manager was a young lady, bowing again and again, "Yesterday, the director saw the bed curtain at night and said no, we went to Hangzhou overnight to buy a new one, and we haven't installed it yet."

The scene manager apologized wildly: "I thought you could do it well before makeup, I'm really sorry!"

The scene management is really embarrassing. The actor's headgear is stained with glue, which is very heavy and uncomfortable. If they had coordinated in advance, this situation would not have happened.

But Wang Ping and Ji Zuo understood very well, and they said it was okay, let her go to work quickly, and just wait for the two of them to the side.

Ji Zou and Wang Ping walked to the rest area next to them, and as soon as they sat down on the chairs, Wang Ping yawned listlessly.

Wang Ping was really tired out of shape.

Over the past week, he and Ji Zuo had polished that crying scene over and over again. Every time Wang Ping cried, he tried his best, almost exhausting his mind.

But even if Wang Ping's eyes were swollen from crying, he would just apply ice and continue.

Crying in the play during the day, and continuing to cry in the room at night, this consumes a lot of physical and mental energy, until today...

Wang Ping was wrapped in a down jacket. It didn't look like he was wrapped in a down jacket, but he seemed to be submerged in the down jacket. It was small and pitiful.

No one knew when the scene would be filmed. Wang Ping patted his face to try to cheer himself up, but when he found that it was not working, he stretched out his hand and handed it to the assistant next to him.

"Where's the coffee..."

"I'll go get it right away."

The assistant hurriedly ran to a distance to get coffee, but just as he ran to Ji Zuo's side, the coffee was robbed by Ji Zuo.

"I'll just serve it to Brother Wang Ping." Ji Zou smiled, "Please, can you run an errand for me to buy something?"

The assistant hurriedly said hello, and left quickly after accepting the request.

Ji Zou switched the coffee between his left and right hands, and then switched it with the coffee Tang Jialin was holding, and finally it turned into a cup of non-drug coffee, which he handed to Wang Ping.

Wang Ping glanced at Ji Zuo, didn't even bother to lift his hand, and drank it down in one gulp.

Wang Ping took two sips and felt that he was not compatible with coffee. The more he drank, the sleepier he became, so he waved his hand to ask Ji Zuo to take it away.

Ji Zuo threw away the coffee, came back and brought a hot water bottle for Wang Ping, stuffed it into Wang Ping's down jacket, and helped him wrap the down jacket well.

Although this is a studio, there is a lot of noise everywhere, and the lights and shadows flicker in front of my eyes, but after the noise becomes the background sound, the noise instead draws out Wang Ping's drowsiness.

Although this is a studio...

But it's warm, and there won't be any bad guys...

Wang Ping's eyes gradually closed, and just as he was about to fall asleep, his head sank, bringing him awake again.

Wang Ping: "..."

"Brother Wang Ping."

When Wang Ping heard someone calling him, he turned his head, looked at Ji Zuo and blinked.

Ji Zou patted himself on the shoulder and said softly, "This is the shoulder."

"It's empty now."

"You can rely on it."

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