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The focus of the early stage of this play is the conflict between the two brothers. The more serious the conflict between the two brothers is, the more powerful they will be when they forgive later.

Zhai Shuchen watched Xiang Xinglin's performance in front of the monitor.

His forbearance, his dissatisfaction, all his unwillingness and arrogance are all hidden in those star-like pupils.

Through Xiang Xinglin's eyes, Zhai Shuchen seemed to see his former self.

There were even times when Zhai Shuchen had the illusion that Xiang Xinglin knew his past very well.

Because he didn't write some details into the script, but Xiang Xinglin performed it.

But Zhai Shuchen clearly knew that this was impossible.

The conflict between Xiang Xinglin and Hou Lei was really well played.

All the staff who were watching felt a layer of depression.

It was like the sky before a storm, with lead gray dark clouds pressing down, not a single ray of light could be seen.

Lin Cong, Zhai Shuchen's friend for ten years, couldn't bear to see this, so he didn't take a break.

After the most depressing part was over, even Hou Lei couldn't help but tighten his voice: "Xiao Xiang, your acting is really depressing."

Xiang Xinglin lowered his eyes: "It's not because I acted depressively, but because this character's experience is very depressing."

Hou Lei laughed intentionally: "You are talking like this, as if this experience is real, and you know this person again!"

Originally, he just wanted to make a joke and liven up the oppressive atmosphere on the court, but he didn't expect that this sentence directly pierced the hearts of the two people.

Xiang Xinglin looked at Zhai Shuchen from the corner of his eye.

He was drinking water from a thermos in his hand.

The raised head and the blocking of the thermos made Xiang Xinglin unable to see his eyes clearly.

Xiang Xinglin looked away, "Maybe I really know such a person? He was so depressed when he was a child."

"Depressed to the point that he is desperate and no longer believes that there is any light in this world."

Zhai Shuchen held up the thermos cup and remained motionless.

Hou Lei sensed something was wrong, and wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Xiang Xinglin.

"Ha, just kidding!"

Xiang Xinglin suddenly showed a smile brighter than the sun, "Even if there is such a person, then he will definitely become my light."

Zhai Shuchen, you have not only become your own light, you have also become the light of many people.

"Look, hasn't the script already completed this section of redemption?"

Hou Lei always felt that Xiang Xinglin's words meant something, and also thought that this script was given by Director Zhai.

Could it be that this script is related to Director Zhai's real experience?

Looking at Zhai Shuchen who put down the thermos cup at some point, and looked at Zhai Shuchen who seemed to be smiling but not smiling, Hou Lei didn't feel like it.

Director Zhai doesn't look like this kind of person!

Zhai Shuchen's pupils were as bright as the Milky Way, full of stars, and he only looked at Xiang Xinglin.

The deep voice was extremely gentle: "Xing Xing, you have completely entered the heart of this character."

Xiang Xinglin only felt that his ears seemed to be hallucinating.

Otherwise, why did he seem to hear Zhai Shuchen calling himself Xing Xing?

Star! ?

Not only Xiang Xinglin, but even Hou Lei next to him looked shocked and dazed.

Both of them felt that there was something wrong with their ears.

Xiang Xinglin looked at Zhai Shuchen with questioning eyes, and was about to say something, but saw that Zhai Shuchen had an extremely serious expression on his face.

"OK, the rest is over, let's move on to the next game."

The director had already shouted to continue filming, so Xiang Xinglin could only suppress the doubts in his heart and re-entered the set.

What Xiang Xinglin didn't know was.

After he re-entered the set, Zhai Shuchen couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The mood just now was too pleasant, and even exposed the true thoughts in my heart.

Zhai Shuchen looked at Xiang Xinglin in the camera in a very good mood.

You really understand me.

Because they have to catch up with the progress, they dare not slack off at all.

It was after three o'clock in the middle of the night that the shooting task for today was finally stopped.

At this time, Xiang Xinglin was very tired.

When the makeup artist removed his makeup, he fell asleep involuntarily.

It wasn't until the makeup was removed that Xiang Xinglin opened his eyes in a daze: "Are you ready? Thank you."

He rubbed his eyes and was about to go back to the rest room.

But in the middle of the walk, he ran into Zhai Shuchen.

Zhai Shuchen held a thermos in his hand: "Go back to the hotel?"

Xiang Xinglin gave a nasal "hmm".

Zhai Shuchen said directly: "Let's go, I'll see you off."

Xiang Xinglin was too sleepy, so he agreed right away.

Just like a sleepy kitten, it followed Zhai Shuchen.

The two walked to the parking lot.

When Zhai Shuchen stopped to open the door, he saw Xiang Xinglin who was following behind him with his eyelids shrugging, his cheeks bulging slightly, his mouth pursed, and he was about to fall asleep.

Zhai Shuchen's tone became softer, as if he didn't dare to disturb him: "Xing Xing, get in the car."

Xiang Xing was dying of sleepiness, so it didn't matter what Zhai Shuchen called him.

"Yeah," and obediently got into the car.

After sitting down, Xiang Xinglin tried his best to stay awake, his eyes squinted, more like a cat.

After Zhai Shuchen got into the car, he saw Xiang Xinglin, who was as sleepy as a kitten.

He tentatively said again: "Xing Xing, you haven't buckled up your seat belt."

Xiang Xinglin said "Oh", and turned to look at his seat belt.It was found that it was not fastened, so he reached out to try to pull it off.

In the end, he was really sleepy, and after touching for a long time, he couldn't find the place.

Zhai Shuchen looked at Xiang Xinglin, a rare and distressed kitten, and his pupils became darker and darker.

It's like looking at the prey in your own net, full of desire to control and possess.

His voice was low, like the ancient flute in Indian: "Xing Xing, you can't touch your seat belt, may I buckle it for you?"

Xiang Xinglin, who was in a semi-awake state, only understood Zhai Shuchen's saying that he wanted to buckle his seat belt, so he couldn't think of anything else.

So he readily agreed.

Zhai Shuchen leaned over and pulled on the seat belt next to him.

With this movement, he could pull the seat belt just by reaching over with his hand.

After all, Zhai Shuchen has long hands.

However, Zhai Shuchen leaned over almost half of his body, and his whole body was almost in the posture of embracing Xinglin.

Zhai Shuchen lowered his eyes, looking at Xiang Xinglin who could barely open his eyes in front of him, the possessiveness in his eyes became more and more intense.

Because he was too close, he could even smell the fresh and sunny breath on the boy's body.

Just like the bud that just broke the ground, the rising sun.

He lowered his head almost uncontrollably, "Xingxing..."