If you don't save Shoujun, you will die [Transmigration Book]

There were about 20 NGs that day.

Although everyone has a habitual attitude, Tu Caoshou has really started to shut himself up.

He originally thought that it was just casual filming, and the crew did not have as many people as he imagined, and he didn't care what kind of film the finished product would be with.

But when all the resources of the entire production team were used on him, all the staff members rushed to this scene over and over again, the cameraman lay on the ground and pushed the camera, two white marks had been made on his chest, abdomen and knees, and even the person holding the recording pole The people have already changed two batches, and he really can't do it without acting seriously.

He even hated himself a little for being so scumbag that he couldn't meet Director Jiang's requirements. Later, even the actress who played Jiang Xuan came down to share his experience with him. Do a good job of reciting lines and figure out the most basic skills.

Tu Caoshou clearly remembered that feeling when he didn't NG in the end.

Sandbags were tied to his legs for nearly three hours. He knew that Jiang Zhenxin was grinding him out, grinding out his emotions. His legs were really trembling, and it was difficult for him to walk. He leaned on the wall, and those few short lines He had already memorized it backwards, and didn't look at the direction of the line board at all. He took a break and came out to pay attention to the camera, and the rest was immersed in emotions.

""The Immortal Becoming a Demon" takes 23 shots per scene, let's start!"

Seeing Wei Li who was struggling to move, Jiang Xuan took a step back as if she didn't dare to face her own guilt, while the other clan children took advantage of the situation to sneer:

"Wei Li, how dare you come out with your appearance?"

"Isn't it good to stay in your half-acre lotus pond? A waste like you, even if the waste is used, is only suitable for raising stinky fish in your stagnant water!"

The clan disciples laughed out loud, and Wei Li clenched his hands against the wall into fists, suppressing the gasps and tremors in his voice that were magnified by the difficulty of walking, and growled forcefully:

"Shut up!"

He still took a little breath, and slowly raised his head:

"What are you guys?"

For a moment, his eyes were as mesmerizing as a Medusa, sinister, cold, and full of hatred.

The five fingers leaning on the wall turned fists into claws, as if wanting to melt his hatred into the knuckles between his fingers. He straightened his back and resolutely refused to expose his weakest appearance in front of these scumbags. The legs that could barely move took a step forward.

This step is amazing.

Even "Jiang Xuan", who was supposed to be at the front, couldn't help but retreat again. She froze for a moment, but the director didn't stop, and the supporting actors continued to follow the lines:

"Wei Li, you can't even walk in this state, apart from your patriarch's father, what are you going to do to us!"

Wei Li raised his leg and took another step forward. It could be seen that he was supporting himself with all his strength, and his whole body was trembling faintly. Beast, that trembling was not entirely due to weakness, but also untold rage.

"Even if I'm a waste..."

There was a cold light from the sword, and blood spattered.

"It's not your turn to insult."

The family members were injured suddenly, and seeing Wei Li looking like he wanted to raise his sword again, they were so frightened that they forgot that Wei Li was just a useless person in front of him. And Wei Li, one face is sad, the other is holding a sword.

Jiang Xuan said softly:

"Why bother?"

Wei Li just looked at her with piercing eyes and didn't speak.

The air was stagnant for a moment, and this tough man suddenly fell down, still tightly holding the sword in his hand before he fell unconscious.

"Crack."

Xiaohu and Qi Yuan immediately ran to help him.

Jiang Zhenxin sat in front of the monitor and watched for a while, then walked over and said:

"Remove the sandbag, and calm down. I will finish the scene of meeting my brother later, and have a good rest at night."

Tu Caoshou's eyes were red, and he muffled "Hmm".

Seeing that he was very involved, Qi Yuan came over to persuade him to go to the side with a few words, unscrewed a bottle of water for him, and Xiaohu squatted down to help him remove the sandbags.

After removing the sandbags, Tu Caoshou felt that his legs did not look like his own.

In the past few days, he didn’t have to pretend like he had a leg problem. He stayed with Qi Yuan every day to polish the script. Jiang Zhenxin read the script around him for three days. People kiss like brothers who can worship at any time.

But Qi Yuan reminded him not to get too emotionally involved in it, the atmosphere in the crew is like this, but after everyone returns to normal life from this environment, what happened here will dissipate like a dream.

Tu Caoshou took Qi Yuan's advice very seriously. He thought, after a few more months, I won't be here anymore.

That day, he had just finished filming a night scene of the Night Fighting Sect, and he was let down from the wire. Xiaohu was supervising the makeup artist to help him touch up the makeup, and the scene director came over to call him.

"Brother Mai, Director Jiang is calling for you."

During this period of time, I don’t know if his efforts have paid off or what’s going on. Everyone’s address has gradually changed from Mai and Mai Sang to Mai Ge and Sang Ge, and the look in his eyes has also evolved from sympathy to contempt and impatience. It became admiration, familiarity and encouragement, and the overall post-play experience soared.

Although Tu Caoshou didn't show it on the surface, he was full of pride and joy in his heart.

Thinking that Jiang Zhenxin was going to tell him a play, he unbuckled his seat belt and went over there, but the boss of the lighting team—that big brother with a swollen face—suddenly came over with a smile on his face, and called out to him:

"wheat."

"Eh."

Tu Caoshou responded, turned his head and was stunned by the "bang".

Colorful and shiny ribbons came oncoming, making him covered in sequins, and then, except for the big cameraman who was carrying the camera and shot at him, the rest of the crew surrounded him with a clatter, and the one who disappeared before the night scene Qi Yuan walked over with Jiang Zhenxin pushing the cake cart and singing birthday song.

Tu Caoshou opened his mouth wide and didn't know how to react.

"What are you doing in a daze? If you don't make a wish, the cake will be burned."

Director Jiang patted him, and he took two steps forward in response, put his hands together and obediently bowed his head to make a wish, and then blew out all the candles in one breath.

"Cut the cake and cut the cake."

Next came the large-scale squatting and eating scene. Only the director and producer had stools in the crew, and the leading actors usually also had stools. The bosses of all departments sat on the apple box, and the others even found a clean place to sit. Tu Caoshou finished cutting the cake I found out that Zhang Ziyao was not there—it was the girl who played Jiang Xuan.

Finally found someone in the corner, and found that the other party was wearing a costume and sleeping against the wall. After all, it was a night show, so tired and sleepy is common, and it was already early in the morning. So he put the cake beside him and only asked Zhang Ziyao The assistant nodded and left without saying anything.

While eating the cake, he squatted next to the monitor to watch the replay just now. Tu Caoshou couldn’t help but eat two more pieces. The cake tasted very good. It may be because he exhausted too much energy at night, so he was a bit greedy. By the way, he decided to confirm tomorrow’s scene with Jiang Zhenxin , he went back to the room under Xiaohu's escort.

Exhausted physically and mentally, he went into the bathroom to take a hasty shower, casually wiped off the water from his hair, and fell directly on the single bed without turning on the light, ready to sleep soundly.

The moment his back sank into the soft bed, Tu Caoshou felt as if he had entered heaven, and was about to pull a quilt to wrap himself up, and lean into something super warm as soon as he turned over.

Tu Caoshou: Hot water bottle? ? ?

He reached out to touch it, but his wet head was slapped first.

"Why don't you blow your hair?"

said the man who touched his head.

If he hadn't recognized the other party's voice at the first time, Tu Caoshou would have almost punched the other party. He was shocked and angry at the sudden discovery of a big man under the quilt when he went to bed in the middle of the night, and immediately shouted:

"You are fucking sick, are you! Crazy!"

"..."

The man didn't speak in the dark, just rubbed his face with the back of his finger wet with water, Tu Caoshou dodged in anger, and pushed his elbow in:

"Rub Nima, get the hell out of me!"

"So angry?" The cold voice was not pushed back by that elbow, but leaned over and pressed against his head, "Go to sleep, I'll find a hair dryer."

"I don't blow it!" He rolled away all the quilts angrily, turned over and fell asleep, "If you catch a cold, you will catch a cold, and death is counted."

The man didn't listen to his opinion at all, and went to rummage through the box in the dark. Galala didn't know what he was doing, so Tu Caoshou shouted into the darkness angrily:

"Don't do it, go to sleep! Are you annoying?"

The voice in the room stagnated for a few seconds. The man seemed to get up obediently, but when he reached the foot of the bed, he suddenly heard a "boom". Tu Caoshou felt his whole body shake while lying on the bed. ask:

"Brother Yang?"

"fine."

Jie Keyang endured the air-conditioning that was about to suck back, sat quietly by the bed with the hair dryer in his hand, and found the plug near the bedside table according to his memory—this time he touched Cao Shou's head again, but the other party did not resist, and sat upright. Ask him on the bed:

"...Where did it hit?"

"It didn't hit me." Jie Keyang replied, "I kicked it."

"Aren't you scary in the middle of the night? They all said they went to bed early."

"Ah."

The warm wind rushed into the wet and cold hair with the whining sound. The man had slender fingers and moved gently, and said in a low voice:

"Sleep after finishing, lie down."

"No, that's it." The man with messy hair said, "Go to sleep soon."

Tu Caoshou leaned against the headboard of the bed, and originally wanted to wait for the other party to finish blowing their hair and sleep together, but was blown by the hot wind, and he fell asleep sitting up like this without knowing it.

The cold light of the night flowed through the man's blue eyes, which made his eyes have a high transparency even in a very dark place, but at this moment, the eyes only reflected the sleeping person leaning on the bed .

The originally wet hair returned to its frizzy state, fluffy and soft. Jie Keyang smelled the lemon shampoo and couldn't help touching it a few more times. Then he carefully stuffed the man into the quilt, and then gently Lie down next to this person.

His heart accelerated uncontrollably, and he closed his eyes.

Wherever you are, there are surprises.

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small theater:

Tu Caoshou: You are fucking sick!are you crazy!

Jie Keyang: ...

Tu Caoshou: I'm rubbing my mother, get the hell out of me!

Jie Keyang: ...Ah, hiss...

Tu Caoshou: ... Brother Yang, are you okay?

Jie Keyang: It's okay...

Tu Caoshou: There must be something, let me see it!

Jie Keyang: I really didn't...

Tu Caoshou: Damn it, you still say you're fine!It's all scratched, let's go to the hospital! ! !

Jie Keyang:? ? ?