Above, please use some force

There was silence all around, only the cries of the teenager getting more and more sad.

Looking at the fluctuating expression on He Wen's face, Qiu Lang was a little uncertain, "Brother Wen, do you want to..."

"What are you doing in a daze, do you still need me to tell you how to do this?" He Wen's light-colored lips were slightly pulled up, and there was a clear cold light in his black eyes, and his gloomy gaze scanned the surroundings.

Everyone tightened their hearts, they felt that they were being watched by a ferocious beast at that moment.

A staff member took the boy out of the ground, and the scene immediately resumed the busy atmosphere at the beginning, and everyone quickly entered the working state.

This episode did not leave any traces in the minds of the crew, and it is even more impossible for He Wen to waste energy recalling the boy who forgot his name and only remembered that he had been with him back then.

The reshoots of the next scene went smoothly, and Zhang Yun gradually grasped the feeling that the character she played should have.

At noon, everyone ate boxed lunches on the set. He Wen and Fang Jun sat at the bar, chatting casually while eating, talking about the camera framing in the afternoon.

"Today is not a weekend, and the people on that street will not be very crowded." Fang Jun picked out all the peppers from He Wen's dishes and put them in his bowl.

He Wen pursed his lips, showing a pensive expression, and some indistinct emotions flashed in his eyes through his drooping hair.

"It seems that we came at the right time." Qi Yue's voice followed the sound of footsteps behind him, and a plastic bag was placed in front of He Wen.

"This is my friend Shang Jun." Qi Yue introduced to the man beside him, "He Wen is next door, and next to him is his manager and live-in lover." One of them.

A hand was stretched out in front of him, and there was a polite voice next to his ear, with a very faint smile, "Mr. He, long time no see."

He Wen raised his eyelids, this time it was not like last time, but slowly raised his hand to hold it, the moment his fingertips touched, he felt a trace of wetness in the palm of his hand, and almost blurted out without thinking, " Are your hands still sweating so easily?"

The atmosphere surrounding the four of them changed in vain. Fang Jun, who had been eating in silence, raised his head, but quickly lowered his eyes, took He Wen's hand, and wiped his palm with a tissue beside him. The strength was a bit heavy, and it was rubbed red in a few strokes.

The dining staff discussed in a low voice for a while, and then began to clean up the finishing work here.

After all, compared to watching the excitement and my own job, there is really no way to treat them in the same position.

Shang Jun's eyes were dark, and he stared at the man in front of him without saying a word, his voice was a little heavy, "How does Mr. He know that my palms sweat easily?"

"Guess." He Wen laughed out loud, with a slight expression on his face, but no one could see the hidden shadow, even Qi Yue, who tried to catch a little trace from his face, failed.

He Wen looked at the young man with his head down and exuding air-conditioning all over with a smile, and held his finger to play with.

Qi Yue glanced at Shang Jun, paused for a moment, and said with an elegant smile, "Xinyuan's signature dish, sweet and sour fish, is specially packaged for you, how do you like it?"

As he spoke, he opened the plastic bag, and the scent overflowing from the lunch box inside gradually penetrated into the strange and depressing atmosphere, easing the aura among the few people.

"Qi Yue, I borrowed your bar for a week. I guess you have lost a lot. This situation..." He Wen picked up a piece of meat from the belly of the fish, took a bite, and said lazily, "How do you want me to pay you back?" ?”

"If your play becomes popular, then the popularity of this bar will probably increase several levels." Qi Yue smiled, and glanced at Shang Jun intentionally or unintentionally.

However, Shang Jun's eyes kept falling on He Wen. He looked at the man's frown when he saw the coriander on the fish's back, "Mr. He doesn't like coriander?"

"The smell is too strong." The tangled eyebrows were a little irritated, and there was an almost imperceptible sigh in his tone, as if he was acting like a baby to a very close person.

Shang Jun was shocked, and took a deep breath. Just a moment ago, he seemed to see that arrogant young man standing in front of him, hooking his neck and shouting how bad the smell of coriander was.

There seemed to be a string in the air, and it suddenly snapped, causing his eardrums to hurt and his brain to buzz.

"Shang Jun, what's the matter?" Qi Yue asked sideways.

No matter from here to now, there have been several incidents that have made him extremely confused, the man has always maintained a gentle smile.

Without taking his eyes off He Wen, Shang Jun said absently, "It's nothing."

Fang Jun suddenly felt that the meal was hard to swallow, so he poured the rest into the trash can with a cold face, wiped his mouth with a tissue, looked up and said, "I'll take a few people to the old street first."

Just as He Wen was about to say something, his cell phone rang. He looked at Fang Jun's back and twitched his mouth, "Hello."

"Huofeng is back." Shen Cheng's deep voice was on the other end of the phone.

"Okay." He Wen uttered a word from his slightly raised lips upon hearing this.

It doesn't take too much communication to understand the message the other party wants to convey. This tacit understanding has been achieved many years ago between him and Shen Sheng.

He Wen hung up the phone with a smile in his eyes.

The afternoon play is set in the old street, where there are many people, there will be more right and wrong, so it is necessary to minimize possible accidents.

"Mr. He, can I have a chat with you alone?" The usually calm and introverted man raised his hand and tugged on the cuff of his coat. This move was enough to reveal his mood at the moment.

"What are you talking about?" He Wen squinted at him with a nonchalant look, "Professor Shang wants to talk about philosophy of life with me?"

Shang Jun pursed his lips, yes, what are we talking about?I just met a few times, a stranger who is not even a friend...

At this moment, the turmoil in the man's heart that shouldn't have calmed down a little.

"Qi Yue, I'm going back to the office first." After finishing speaking, Shang Jun turned and left, his steps obviously a little messy.

"He Wen, do you know Shang Jun?" Qi Yue's elegant face tensed up.

He Wen just glanced at the person with ups and downs, He Wen frowned, "A while ago he invited me to give a speech on behalf of the school."

"It's that simple?" Seeing the impatience in the eyes of the person in front of him, Qi Yue shrugged, "Sorry, I just think you two seem like old friends who haven't seen each other for many years."

Rubbing the hair in front of his forehead with his fingers, He Wen locked Qi Yue with unclear eyes, and suddenly smiled.

It's a little scary, Qi Yue feels that the biggest secret in his heart is being seen through at this moment, that dark corner is illuminated, and there is nowhere to hide.

The two didn't exchange any more, Qi Yue went to deal with the matter at hand, and He Wen didn't stay any longer, and ordered the staff to hand over the final work in the bar.

There is an old street in T City, and some ancient buildings are still preserved. In addition to the crowd standing shoulder to shoulder, there are also various ethnic-style accessories and handicrafts.

Several shots in "The Third Kind of Love" are in this old street. Although they avoided holidays, they only knew what they were facing when the crew pulled the cordon.

The crowd of onlookers stood outside the cordon, all of them looked curious and fresh.

In this scene, two buddies, Bai Rui (played by He Wen) and Du Peng (played by Tian Xiaotian) are wandering in the street, and then they see a senior in the variety show industry who is in trouble, and they meet by chance.

He Wen and Du Peng matched their lines, and the two auditioned several times. After the official shooting started, everything went smoothly. Except for a small problem with the props during the period, everything else went so smoothly that it seemed that they had acted many times in private.

Qiu Lang in front of the camera shouted, "Okay, get ready for the next one."

"Not bad." He Wen patted Tian Xiaotian on the shoulder and said something encouraging.

Tian Xiaotian lowered his head slightly and laughed straight away. In his eyes, the man in front of him was undoubtedly his nobleman.

The most important thing in the rivalry between actors is the fit. Tian Xiaotian is actually not a newcomer. He has been acting in dramas before. In this movie, he plays Du Peng as a loyal boy.

Both Bai Rui and Bai Rui grew up watching their respective open crotch pants. In the early days, he was very simple, and he liked to play hooligans on his lips.

But in this luxurious society, if one is not careful, people's hearts will be lost, thus abandoning the original essence.

Gradually, as Bai Rui became popular, and he was still the unknown one, he became jealous and did many things that he regretted for the rest of his life.

This movie is a challenge for Tian Xiaotian, and it is also for He Wen, because he not only acts as one of the leading actors in it himself, but also plays a role that spans ages, from youth to middle age and old age, and he also needs to master the entire scene of the set. Fang Jun and several experienced field managers are in charge of rhythm and details.

"The progress in the afternoon is very good, and the scene in the evening will be around eight o'clock." Fang Jun handed over the down jacket, and took another bottle of water and unscrewed it.

The weather in February was still very cold, and T City was very humid, and this movie was about a summer story. Seeing the man wearing a thin T-shirt, he felt uncomfortable.

What used to be just a partner at work is now his lover.

Fang Jun sighed, and helped He Wen zip up the down jacket. This action was completely subconscious and very skillful. After he finished, he just glanced around at the people around him lightly.

Feeling a little warmer, He Wen raised his head and took a sip of water, but his heart skipped a beat the moment he lowered his head. He almost yelled to tell the make-up artist and assistant beside him to leave.

The hairs on the back stand up all over, dangerous.

"Get down!" There was a panicked shout in his ears, and then his vision was blocked, He Wen felt his body hugging him suddenly jump very tightly, like a straightened string.

A drop of something fell on the back of the neck, flowing down from the neck, and the white T-shirt inside the black down jacket turned red.

"Who the hell asked you to block it for me?" He Wen angrily scolded, his face gloomy and terrifying.

Fang Jun slightly bent his mouth, as if it wasn't his ears that were bleeding. He looked at the angry man in front of him and smiled, "Actually, I'm afraid of pain."

"It was out of instinct just now." Because of the pain, he frowned, and the blood on his face faded instantly.

The gunshots caused chaos in the street. The crowd screamed, yelled in panic, ran around, and someone was knocked down, stepped on and cried.

The staff was also messed up, and the actors were not much better. After all, it was a real attack, not post-production.

Seeing the bright red blood flowing out of the young man's ears, they were shocked and overwhelmed. They called 110, 120 one by one.

"Quiet me!" He Wen's roar resounded like a beast in this noisy street.

The surrounding sounds were indistinct, and his ears were buzzing. Fang Jun frowned even tighter. He shook his head. There was an intermittent sound in his head, like a cicada, but it disappeared in the next moment. .

"I'll take you to the hospital." He Wen breathed a little fast, he took the tissue handed over by his assistant with trembling hands and covered Fang Jun's ears.

The blood soon soaked through the white tissue and flowed out along the crevices of He Wen's fingers. Terrible hostility appeared in his eyes, but his tone was soft on the contrary, "Don't be afraid, nothing will happen." There was cold sweat on his forehead. It wasn't at the last moment that he clamped Fang Jun's waist and pulled Fang Jun away by relying on the intuition gained from years of training, the consequences would be disastrous.

Fang Jun looked at He Wen's lips, he moved closer, and then slowly pulled the corners of his pursed lips, thinking to himself, it's great to still hear your voice.

No one noticed that after the gunshot, two groups of people in the crowd left in different directions, running in from the street behind.

However, the moment He Wen bent over to get into the car, the cold feeling of being shrouded in death reappeared again. He bent his knees instinctively, and turned his body to the left.

The temperature of the fire brushed against the left shoulder, and the blood beads brought up left a beautiful arc in the camera. Qiu Lang stood in front of the camera and watched this scene, so scared that he forgot what to do, just staring at the screen with wide eyes. Those blood beads splashed on the car, and the man who was shot looked like a crazy beast.

The air condensed in an instant, and He Wen scanned the surrounding buildings sharply. When he saw a woman running towards him, he pressed the wound on his left shoulder and strode over, kicking her in the abdomen, hitting her face in the face. , quickly completed in one go.

"Sorry." The woman wiped the blood from her lips with the back of her hand, and said two words coldly.

She is the Huofeng who hides in the crowd to protect He Wen.

Huofeng's face was ugly, and the killer shot two shots under her nose, which made her feel very angry and even ashamed.

The first shot was too sudden, and it was the young man who blocked it. She led someone to rush over, but she didn't expect that the man committed suicide in the room.

The second shot was from a sniper in another place. When her men passed by, there was already another group of people there, and that sniper also committed suicide.

This is not a simple case of buying a murder, and the two killers should be the type of dead men.

Whether the mission fails or succeeds, one must die.

If it wasn't for that man's terrifying sixth sense and keen skills when danger approached, he would definitely have shot him right in the vest and killed him on the spot.

He Wen spit blood on the ground, and looked coldly at the woman with her head bowed in front of him, deep and dangerous, "Dead?"

"Yes." Huofeng's voice was cold without a trace of warmth.

Fang Jun in the passenger seat looked at He Wen's left shoulder, his face was cold, he got out of the car, he threw away the red tissue covering his ears, looked at the bullet stuck in the car, and straightened his hair. The corners of the lips were white, and the eyes were filled with terrifying fluctuations.

Fang Jun took a step back after being bumped, He Wen's kisses have always been regardless of the occasion and location.

The force of the pressing made the lips that were close to each other painful, with the frenzied force, there was a burning temperature between the lips rubbed together, as if the filled gunpowder exploded instantly.

A strong smell of blood was permeating, and a large amount of blood gushed out from He Wen's left shoulder, and his brows were extremely dark.

With a strong palm pressing on Fang Jun's buttocks, He Wen pressed the back of Fang Jun's head and plundered his mouth fiercely. He needed other emotions to distract himself, in order to suppress the furious and bloodthirsty impulse in his heart.

They didn't separate until they were short of breath, He Wen wiped off the liquid on their lips, and the next scene made everyone dumbfounded.

The man licked the young man's bleeding ear, and they could see the blood-stained scarlet tip of his tongue sliding in the viscous blood, as if he was gnawing on his own private property.

"Qiu Lang, continue filming, and put my part in the background."

"Okay." Qiu Lang looked a little dazed, obviously not recovering from the waves of shock.

Not only him, everyone present was in an immediate state.

First there is a sudden loop of shooting, and then there is a bloody kiss that is extremely passionate and hot.

Some people swallowed, while others stared straight at the man's bleeding shoulders, wondering if they should step forward to help stop the bleeding.

Because the expression in the man's eyes was terrifying, no one could tell what would happen next.

"You should be glad that I only hurt my left shoulder." He Wen said coldly, and drove away with Fang Jun.

Huofeng stood there for less than two seconds before quickly disappearing into the street.

In the hospital, He Wen didn't care about other people's eyes, and went through the formalities with a gloomy face all the way. Even the nurses were a little scared. They had never seen such a strong smell of blood on a man's body.

And the calm eyes of the young man next to the man can make people shudder.

When He Wen and Fang Jun were lying in the same ward, Yang Lin in casual clothes appeared not long after.

"Mr. He, we meet again." Yang Lin glanced at the man on the hospital bed, seeing his pale face, giving an illusion of transparency, "Can Mr. He describe this street shooting incident in detail? "

"The scene was chaotic and the crowd was crowded. I don't know about the rest." He Wen put on a tired look that he didn't want to say more.

"May I ask if Mr. He has sinned against anyone?"

"That's too much." He Wen slanted his mouth and chuckled playfully.

Yang Lin raised his eyelids, asked a few more questions, and made a simple record, "Then Mr. He, please rest. If you think of something, you can contact me anytime."

The ward fell into silence, Fang Jun lifted the quilt and got out of bed, lay down beside He Wen, closed his eyes and rested.

He Wen was shot, and all the major newspapers flocked to him for a while. Many people did not see the real situation at the scene. The rumors were too terrible. They spread ten times and hundreds of times. The last news that spread was the filming of "The Third Love" On the way, the leading actor He Wen was attacked by terrorists, shot into a coma, and his life and death were unknown.

But in fact, He Wen was lying in the hospital holding his laptop and reading the web, his feet were still resting on the lap of the person next to the pillow, and he was rubbing back and forth leisurely.

A little gunshot wound won't affect him too much, but this body is too weak after all.

If he was still the old Shen Zheng, he wouldn't need to lie on the hospital bed at all.

In the high-level office of Huasheng Group, a man was sitting at his desk processing documents when there was a knock on the door, and then a man in a suit walked in.

"Boss, the man you asked us to monitor..." The man in the suit swallowed, sweat dripping down his back, "I'm injured."

The tip of the pen drew a deep mark on the paper. The man stood up, with an unquenchable anger in his blue eyes. He grabbed the middle-aged man by the collar, "What did you say?"

The middle-aged man calmly stated what he understood, and the next moment his knee was attacked by a terrifying force, and he knelt on the ground unbearably.

"Get out." A cold word popped out from his throat, and the man lifted his foot and kicked it.

On the other side, one of the studios in Ye Huai's company, Yaoxiang Film and Television, was taking an intermission. The boy in a camouflage uniform wiped off the muddy water on his face with a towel, but when he heard the discussion next to him, his face suddenly changed. .

The assistant saw his abnormality and asked aloud, "What's wrong with you?"

However, Shi Feng didn't respond, and walked quickly to the two girls who were still whispering, "Who did you say was wrong?"

"He Wen, that's Lu Dong, the actor who worked with you." A girl blushed and said truthfully.

Something exploded beside his ear, Shi Feng threw the towel on the ground violently, he heard his trembling voice, "What's wrong with him?"

"I was shot in the body. I lost a lot of blood when I went to the hospital. I guess..."

The girl's voice stopped suddenly. She looked at the motionless and stiff boy in front of her, and shrank her neck a little scared.

Then they saw the young man running towards the door like crazy.

"Hey, Shi Feng, where are you going?"

The assistant watched the boy disappear from the door, and muttered, "Why are you running in such a hurry? The end of the world is coming?"

When the door of the hospital slammed open, Fang Jun, who was sleeping, opened his eyes and saw the person at the door, his eyes turned cold for a moment, he sat up and put his hands on the waist of the man beside him.

"I thought you were dead." Jian Jian's chest rose and fell quickly, panting against the door, because he was too hurried, his hair was a bit messy, and there was a layer of sweat on his face.

But when he looked at the unharmed man on the bed, his lips, which had been tightly pressed all the way, slowly opened, with a very clear arc.

Concise, you are really hopeless.

"What? You came here just to see if I was dead or not?" He Wen squinted at Jian Jian playfully, it was the first time he saw this man in a panic.

"Yeah, if you die, I can snatch your body right away." With concise and slender legs, she walked over with graceful steps, her gaze moved away from the bandage on He Wen's left shoulder, and she glanced at Fang Jun listened to one side of the ear, and then said nothing, pulled the chair and sat down.

"Tell me your secret, He Wen, you are in a very dangerous situation now."

As soon as Jian Jian's voice fell, before He Wen could respond, the door was knocked open again. This time, a boy in camouflage uniform broke in. He was even more flustered than Jian Jian. His red eyes searched the ward blankly, and finally stopped at He Wen. body.

The expression on the young man's face fluctuated, and there was a calmness, but the three people in the room could see that his tense body had relaxed.

The atmosphere revealed in the room was a bit weird, He Wen frowned and closed his notebook, and looked up at the straight boy standing against the wall with interest.

The expression on the boy's face was indifferent, but in his eyes, there was worry and anxiety brewing that no one could ignore, extremely contradictory.

He Wen sneered, "Shi Feng, did you hear the news from the media and come to see if I'm dead?"

"Yes." Shi Feng looked at He Wen steadfastly, the gaze colliding in the air was a bit thick, and all the emotions full of it poured out at this moment.

If something happens to you, I will lose the goal of my struggle, so how can I live...

He Wen squinted his eyes. He understood something in the young man's eyes, but he didn't take another look. Instead, he rubbed his brows and closed his eyes slightly, as if he was sleepy.

The room suddenly became peaceful, Jian Jian leaned on the chair and looked at He Wen's side face, Fang Jun lay down again, with his arms around He Wen's waist, he moved his eyelids, but did not respond to the two cold blows thrown just now line of sight.

At the same time, in a certain basement, the sound of whips beating flesh filled the air, and there was a disgustingly strong smell of blood in the air.

A man with a cold face sat on a chair, tapping his index finger on the armrest of the chair, and a rhythmic, cold voice resounded in the basement.

"Say, who sent you here?" The gentle man with gold-rimmed glasses pinched the man who was hanging by the chain, with an extremely cold smile on his face.

The other party snorted, and the clothes on his body were all traces left by the whip, connected with flesh and blood, and bloodstained.

The smile on the gentle man's face remained undiminished. He grabbed the man's hair and pulled it back, as if trying to tear off his scalp. With the other hand, he clamped his throat, and with a little force, he watched the man's pupils dilate. The legs kicked around in the void.

"Jinxiu." The man on the chair spoke in a deep voice without warmth, like a dark emperor in the dim light.

Jin Xiu's forehead twitched suddenly, and he reacted in time to stop the man's attempt to commit suicide.

"Young master, it's better to let Hei Shan come over, he likes to pick off other people's tendons." He glanced at the man intentionally or unintentionally.

Such a strong will is not possessed by ordinary agents, except for the top killers, there are only a few secret dead men.

The person whose face was blurred by the blood only moved his eyelids, but there was no other movement.

"Ants like everything sweet." The corners of Shen Cheng's cold and hard lips were pulled slightly, with a cold arc, "Order, get me some ants and honey."

The body of the person who hadn't yelled from the beginning to the end suddenly began to shake because of fear.

Jin Xiu showed a smile, and waved to let the people around him go down to prepare. He was very interested in the next scene.

He Wen, who was lying on the hospital bed, didn't know that Shen Cheng was watching a person being eaten by thousands of ants somewhere. He now had a headache, his waist was tightly hugged by one hand, and there were two people staring at him silently in front of him. he.

"What the hell are you doing staring at me here? Is it idle?" He Wen slanted the slightly white corners of his lips, and the light-colored lips still curled up in a presumptuous arc.

Jian Ming laughed lowly and spread his hands, expressing that he could really be free.

Shi Feng raised his arms to wipe off the sweat on his face, his slender eyes were always looking in one direction.

Because anger touched the bandaged wound on his shoulder, some bright red blood leaked out of the bandage, He Wen just frowned, let out a breath, put his uninjured arm under the bed, and stroked Fang Jun's chest.

This scene is very weird, one in the room is a young man who showed such persistent and knowing eyes to him, and the other is a man who just shared the bed with him a few days ago, and he himself is flirting with the young man next to him.

He Wen's temples ached from this weird relationship that he couldn't sort out.

There was a rapid knock on the door, Shi Feng went to open the door, and saw a girl with a mushroom head in a panda costume running in, howling and crying, "Brother Wen, you can't die, woo woo, brother Song!" Still waiting for you."

Yu Bao, who threw herself on the bed, was picked up by a big hand, carrying her out like a chicken, and the door slammed shut.