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The blaster yelled, "Are you ready?"

"Okay." He Wen memorized the distance between the places where more than a dozen bombing points were buried, a drop of cold sweat slipped from the corner of his forehead, and he quickly stuffed a lot of cotton into his ears. The surrounding sounds were a little fuzzy, he took a deep breath, Not afraid that it is fake, he is not Iron Man.

The shooting will start directly after the test explosion is successful. The effect of the current explosive tools is much smaller, and the power of the smoke bomb explosion is also much weaker, but what he needs to do is to be familiar with it, to understand the blasting position, and to ensure that the next The official start of shooting can be passed in one go.

When the blaster shouted the word "run", He Wen was already running, not caring about anything, the route recorded in his mind was very clear, the sound of bang bang came out one after another, and the dirt on his back was blown away. It hurts badly.

His mind was still buzzing until he finished running all the bombing points, he leaned against the door and panted heavily, his eyes and eyebrows lit up like the sun.

Seeing the person approaching, He Wen took out the cotton from his ears, raised his eyebrows and chuckled, "How am I doing?"

Fang Jun slightly curled his lips, and looked deeply at the person in front of him with shining eyes: "Very good." He was shocked by the goodness. He is He Wen's manager, so he knew everything about the other party very well, and he didn't answer at all. How can a person who has experienced a blasting scene easily do something that even senior stars in the industry dare not try?

His heart was turbulent, but Fang Jun's face was always calm. He handed over a bottle of water, "Is it not hurt?"

"No." He Wen raised his head and drank a big sip of water, the water dripping from the corner of his mouth wetted his collar, this scene made Fang Jun's throat unnoticeably roll.

The two were enjoying the rare silence when a loud voice came from behind: "The next scene will start shooting directly."

Fang Jun pursed his lips imperceptibly, He Wen screwed on the bottle cap, turned around and opened his lips and sneered, "Whoever can test run once will start filming, come, show me what you've done."

Everyone was silent at the same time. The assistant director's face turned green and pale, and he secretly glanced at Wang Wei next to him. He told the staff: "Come again."

He Wen snorted coldly, for daring to punish him so blatantly, he wrote down the account.

After trying several times in a row, He Wen fell down because of a mud puddle on the last run, and his knee was broken on the spot. Everyone, including Fang Jun, thought that today's scene could not be completed, so they were ready to meet Wang Wei Prepared for anger, no one expected that the old man who was sitting on the ground to stop the bleeding on his knee suddenly said in a firm tone: "Continue."

He Wen just didn't want to delay today's matter until tomorrow. To procrastinate is simply suffering for him, so he would rather grit his teeth and persist.

The hundred or ten members of the production crew all focused their eyes on He Wen, with admiration, doubt, surprise, and weirdness.

"You're crazy." Fang Jun shouted in a low voice, "30 is not 20, what's wrong with your body? Don't lose face..."

Although the voice in his ear was harsh, it made him feel pretty good, the feeling of being cared about.

He Wen hooked his lips, and a domineering and sharp look burst out from those small eyes: "Trust me."

Fang Jun was stunned.

His eyes stayed on the radiant man who was still as thin as ever but did not know when he changed. His heart was filled with mixed emotions, and a sense of loss that could not be ignored spread. The man used to rely on him everywhere, but now there is something about this man that he dare not underestimate. Strong momentum.

When the filming starts, the quietness of the scene is the first priority, because any sound will be collected into the microphone.

He Wen had more cotton in his ears than before. He spent a lot of time searching for information about Wang Wei on the Internet to understand his personality and style of doing things.

There is no doubt about Wang Wei's strength. He is well-known in the circle for being rigorous and stubborn in his work, but all his plays are sold well, and he has won many Golden Horse and Chicken Awards, so no one will accept him because of his temper. Just don't want money and fame.

Here He Wen is adjusting his breathing, while Wang Wei is looking at the people on the screen through the lens on the other side, and the eyes behind the lens flashed a gleam of brilliance.

The blasting points did not explode at the same time, but started one by one. After making sure that the time was set properly, the camera positions were adjusted, and all the staff were at their posts, he raised his hand. In the next moment, he saw more than a dozen blasting points running vigorously. The figures detonated one by one, the deafening explosion sounded, and the smoke like a mushroom cloud rose.

Everyone stared nervously at that figure, and their eyes moved with him. This time, there was a look of admiration in their eyes.

Fang Jun clasped his hands together at some point, his knuckles were faintly white due to the force, his raised heart and tense nerves made his face look ugly.

He Wen's brain went blank in the smoke, the sound of bang bang pierce his ears, and a voice said: "Don't be afraid, just run forward like this, I'm here."

The newly built warehouse was blown up, with flames and smoke everywhere, and the smell of gunpowder permeated the air. The test explosion time and the preparation process of the staff took a long time, but the actual shooting took only four seconds.

The splashed stones and soil exploded in all directions, creating a mess.

When he ran out, He Wen jumped up and landed. The last explosion point exploded far away, but the exploded oil bombs fell everywhere, and his back felt hot. He felt that he was instantly ignited, and everyone rushed forward .

The fire engine that had been on standby began to sprinkle water, and the medical staff ran to He Wen, who was lying on the ground covered in sweat and mud, to check his body, and Fang Jun also ran over.

The back was moderately burned. Fortunately, the burn area was only 10%. After the temperature was cooled by rinsing with cold water, the medical staff carefully took off He Wen's costume.

He Wen was carried into the ambulance by Fang Jun. In fact, he could lie on the stretcher, but Fang Jun's face was so gloomy and frightening that no one dared to say anything.

Looking at the shot, several assistant directors shook their heads in disbelief: "Is it luck or strength to make an accurate choice in such a short time?"

"The thing that surprised me the most was his courage." Without answering, Wang Wei said to himself, with satisfaction in his eyes: "Dare to gamble."

Only a few of them know that the explosion scene just now was actually a little rigged, the route given was not the most accurate, and the people above said something to hurt He Wen.

No matter what the reasons and purposes are, they can only follow suit. There is no choice between a past star and a business king who holds their jobs.

He didn't expect that He Wen would change his course at the last moment based on his intuition and courage. It would be fine if he was ignorant, but if he wasn't, it would be terrible.

Fortunately, He Wen was indeed injured a little now, so let's forget about it.

In the hospital, after the back wound was cleaned and the medicine was applied, He Wen's frowning brows relaxed. He saw Fang Jun's mouth moving, and his ears were still buzzing.

The corner of Fang Jun's mouth twitched, and he pulled out the large balls of cotton from He Wen's ears, and asked in a high voice, "Can you hear me?"

"What are you doing so loudly?" He Wen poked out his ears, teasingly said, "Don't put on a dead face, it's just a slight burn."

Glancing at the band-aid on He Wen's face, Fang Jun sneered, "You should be glad you didn't ruin your face."

He Wen tilted his head and looked at the swaying leaves outside the window: "I suddenly want to eat oranges."

Upon hearing the sound of the door opening, He Wen added with a smile: "Choose bigger ones, and sweeter ones."

"I didn't intend to buy you oranges." Fang Jun left a sentence coldly, and went out and slammed the door.

There were still several patients lying in the ward. He Wen glanced at each of them, smiled at them friendlyly, then closed his eyes, and sighed in his heart with lingering fear. At that moment, he was betting entirely based on years of experience.

It seems that he has to find a way to meet Uncle Wu. He dare not estimate the chance of being trusted after confessing his identity.

But he has always been kind and revengeful.