can you let me go

Pei Xiangli's gaze met Zhou Jibai, took a long breath, and sat down.

Director Gao’s expression was also a little nervous, and he was already prepared in his heart to retake the scene repeatedly. He picked up the speaker and said, “Come on, prepare the props, let’s try it first! Xiao Pei, don’t be nervous, let’s go through the scene first.” ha!"

The staff adjusted the lighting in the room to match the dimness of the scene, and lit the candles. Pei Xiangli tidied up his clothes and rolled up one sleeve slightly, revealing the deliberately painted scars.

Camera in place.

The camera slowly zoomed in and stopped in front of Pei Xiangli's face. Pei Xiangli was already thin, but after a period of tossing with the crew, he became thinner visible to the naked eye. Even in the camera, his face looked thin and narrow, with beautiful bones.

The facial features seem to have been carefully carved, the shadow of the lamp fell on it, and even the thin fluff can be seen clearly. In the camera, the thin boy is breathing, and his chest under the thin underwear is slightly undulating, but he has no expression. The person seemed to be frozen there, slowly showing a trace of weakness from his brows and eyes.

But there were no tears in his eyes, not even sadness.

Before the senior director called to stop, Pei Xiangli waved his hand to signal a timeout.

"Crap!" Gao Dao shouted: "What's wrong with Xiao Pei?" Pei Xiangli couldn't cry, which was also expected by Gao Dao. After hearing Zhou Jibai's words, Gao Dao cleared all irrelevant people, because he was afraid of Pei Xiangli The acting is not good, and the pressure is even greater under the watchful eyes of the public.

"Well, little Pei..." Director Gao was about to ask Pei Xiangli if he wanted to tell him about the drama and help him get emotional, but Pei Xiangli didn't look worried, but seemed to be still immersed in the scene just now Inside, Wei Wei sat on a rough wooden stool with a hunched body, lowered her head, and focused her eyes on the candles that were still burning on the table.

Director Gao opened his mouth and closed it again. At the same time, he also signaled the staff not to disturb Pei Xiangli. For a while, the set became quiet.

After waiting for about two or three minutes, Pei Xiangli moved, brushed away the hair blocking his eyes, nodded in the direction of the camera, and told Director Gao that he was ready.

"Get ready!" Director Gao glanced at Zhou Jibai, who was sitting next to him, calm and composed, a little puzzled.

The camera zoomed in again, and Pei Xiangli's appearance was the same as that in the camera just now. When the camera got the closest distance to his face, Pei Xiangli's appearance changed. He blinked and his eyelashes trembled...

He bit his lower lip lightly with his teeth, his expression was still indifferent, but tears accumulated in his eyes, the mist gradually blurred his eyes, when the accumulation reached a certain level, after condensing, they suddenly fell down.

The first tear fell from the socket of his eye as if he couldn't wait, without leaving a mark on his face, he directly smashed it down hard, and landed on the back of his hand on his knee. Then, big, crystal clear teardrops fell, He watched the tears fall on the skirt of his clothes and blurred, and then he suddenly realized that he raised his hand and wiped it with the back of his hand, but the more he wiped, the faster the tears fell. In the end, he buried his whole face in his hands, thin The shoulder blades stand alone.

In the whole picture, except for the nasal breathing, there is no other sound, but people can't help but hold their breath, for fear of disturbing the person sitting at the table, the camera gradually zooms out, and finally freezes on the table On top of a candle that is about to burn out.

"Crack!" Gao Dao's clapping voice interrupted the picture, and everyone seemed to have recovered from the pause: "It's over!" Gao Dao's voice was very excited, and he lowered his head to play back the picture he just took.

Zhou Jibai stood up, just about to say something to Pei Xiangli, but found that Pei Xiangli was sitting alone in the original position, leaning on the back of the chair as if he was exhausted, with one hand still covering his face, looking Looking pitiful and desolate.

Originally, the field affairs on one side should have come in to clean up. It can be seen that Pei Xiangli couldn't make up his mind what to do for a while. Standing on the side at a loss, he saw Zhou Jibai walking over with a look of help on his face: "Brother Zhou , you go and see..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he saw Eldest Young Master Zhou with his long legs, skipping in front of him, running towards Pei Xiangli and passing by.

When Zhou Jibai approached, he saw that Pei Xiangli's chest heaved violently. He suppressed all his voice in his throat. He covered his upper half of his face, leaving only his thin chin exposed.

At that moment, Zhou Jibai didn't know how to describe his feeling. It was like being bitten by a mosquito on the apex of his heart. It hurt and itched. When he realized it, his hand had already covered the back of Pei Xiangli's. up.

Pei Xiangli felt the temperature coming from the back of his hand. He wanted to open his mouth to say that he was fine and he would be fine after a while, but when he opened his mouth, he only let out a choked sob. Hearing his own voice, Pei Xiangli hurriedly closed his mouth, clenching his teeth The flesh on the inside of the two cheeks.

Zhou Jibai squatted down in front of Pei Xiangli, and looked at Pei Xiangli's face through his fingers. His eyes, which were always wet, were closed in vain, and his eyelashes were soaked with tears, black and quivering, and the water droplets flowed down his face. The high bridge of the nose slipped from the reddish tip of the nose.

"Why are you still crying?" Zhou Jibai didn't know what medicine he had taken wrongly, ignored Pei Xiangli's resistance, grabbed his hand that was blocking his face, and forcefully moved it away.

Pei Xiangli's hands were very narrow, and when he grasped them, they were cool and damp. Zhou Jibai held on to his hands, but Pei Xiangli struggled and squinted his eyes to see that his thin The eyelids were crying and rubbing, and at this moment there was a faint red from the center of the eyes to the end of the eyes. The pitiful look should have been in a mess, but in Zhou Jibai's eyes, he somehow found it cute.

"My eyes are swollen from crying..." Zhou Jibai pressed his fingertips against Pei Xiangli's eyes, and gently wiped away the tears, but immediately new crystal clear tears came out, and Pei Xiangli felt uncomfortable. Sorry, I wanted to turn my face away, but Zhou Jibai saw his own shadow in Zhou Jibai's eyes, but Zhou Jibai pinched his chin and pulled it back, and wiped it off again...

He repeated it several times, as if he was doing meticulous work tirelessly. After rubbing it, the choking in Pei Xiangli's throat slowly subsided.

"Can't you find a tissue?" Pei Xiangli asked in a soft voice, as if he was acting like a baby.

"Oh..." Zhou Jibai laughed a little, and motioned to Pei Xiangli to look at the hands they held together: "I want to take it, but if you don't let go of me, I can't move!"

Pei Xiangli was so selfless from crying just now, he lowered his head and realized that he was turning against the guest, holding Zhou Jibai's two fingers so tightly that his knuckles turned white even after exerting so much force.

The staff member, who was already dumbfounded, came to his senses, took out a pack of facial tissue from his pocket, and handed it over in a hurry: "I have here..."

"Thank you." Zhou Jibai took it over, took out two sheets, carefully wiped away the tears on Pei Xiangli's face, and then pulled Pei Xiangli's hand over, starting from the palm of his hand and following his fingers, bit by bit wipe clean.

With the heat of his fingers separated from the rough paper and Pei Xiangli's palm, his heart suddenly beat faster in his chest, and a feeling surged like never before.

Pei Xiangli had never been taken care of so meticulously before, and Zhou Jibai didn't say anything, which made Pei Xiangli even more embarrassed by his crying just now, and blood flowed down his neck to his cheeks and ears, waiting for Zhou Jibai to suppress his heart When he raised his head, he found that Pei Xiangli's whole face had changed.

"Okay, I'm fine...you hurry up." Pei Xiangli urged.

Actors with proficient acting skills can quickly withdraw themselves from the role. The emotion of the character is the emotion of the character. After the scene is over, they can return quickly. For an actor, the way to enter the play is to let yourself empathize with the character, you are the character, and the character is yourself, inseparable.

At this time, it is difficult to extract emotions. When the emotions of the characters are too deep, experienced actors can easily be brought in. It is often said that they cannot get out of the show.

Once or twice is okay, but if it takes a long time, or every time, it will be very hurt to the actor. People's emotions cannot withstand such frequent and violent fluctuations. Pei Xiangli is like this, and he has recovered quickly.

Xiaotian saw that the two of them behaved intimately just now, so he didn't dare to get close. Seeing that Pei Xiangli had calmed down, he trotted over to deliver a coat. Zhou Jibai covered Pei Xiangli's face from behind, and he couldn't find the sleeves on Pei Xiangli's arms. When he was young, he pulled him into his arms with all his strength. The young master Zhou was not proficient in this business, so Pei Xiangli knocked his head on Zhou Jibai's chin.

Before Pei Xiangli complained, Zhou Jibai tightened his arms, feeling the pain in his chest from Pei Xiangli's bones, and he didn't let go.

"You acted very well, really, I was very moved when I watched it in the camera..." The heads of the two were very close, and the hair was entangled. Bai's affirmative tone slowly dissipated.

It seems that the role of the little emperor has finally disappeared from him, and it's time to say goodbye to this weak and stupid, numb but last bit of kind little emperor, say goodbye.

Zhou Jibai can always give him the sense of stability he needs when he needs it. Pei Xiangli calmly rested his head on Zhou Jibai's shoulder, rubbing his head against Zhou Jibai's shoulder like a cat, and his hair rubbed against his clothes. Static electricity, standing up a few stunned.

"Let's go, it's so cold today, let's eat hot pot tonight!" Zhou Jibai calmly slid his hands from Pei Xiangli's shoulders to his waist, and Pei Xiangli didn't notice anything unusual through the thick cotton coat.

Zhou Jibai's outstretched fingers curled up again, tightly clenched into fists: "Grass, does this count as feeling?"

The author has something to say:

I went to the hospital today to help take care of the nurses. I just came back and finished writing. I don’t know if there will be more. Don’t wait today. Let’s see tomorrow!Run wildly!