accidental preference

Shen Wenwen looked indifferently at Yun Chen who was kneeling in front of him.

The winter rain was bleak, and Yunchen's clothes were getting drenched gradually. He seemed a little cold, his shoulders were trembling slightly, and the skin exposed outside the costume was fair and delicate, gradually covered with a layer of light water.

Yun Chen lowered his head, Shen Wenwen couldn't see his expression, he could only see two thick eyelashes softly covering his cheeks, the eyelashes were wet with tears and rain, and they were clustered in clusters. It looked pitiful, but also unusually beautiful.

Shen Wenwen thought, why is Brother Qinghong's eyesight getting worse and worse, shouldn't he get tired of this pretentious thing after playing it once or twice.

The director called to stop.

Director Zhang looked a bit tangled and irritable. He lit a cigarette and looked back at the monitor screen over and over again.

In the scene just now, Qu Xirui only had to give it a emptiness, and put on a little helpless and forbearing expression. He didn't need to cry, once he did, it might look too much, but Yunchen cried really well Yes, the tails of the eyes are red, the skin is snow-white, and the whole person has a clear and transparent beauty. Moreover, the sad atmosphere that Yunchen gave to the picture is so good that all the staff on the scene felt this heavy and transparent feeling. Strong emotions that can't be breathed.

Director Zhang took a deep breath of cigarettes, suddenly thought of the scene of Yunchen's audition, and sighed silently in his heart, how could this child cry so much, his heart seemed to be full of grief and despair, but there was no one to talk to, It can only be released through tears when it can't fit.

Generally speaking, silent tears are indeed more memorable than hoarse crying.

Director Zhang hadn't finished tangling, and thought of another annoyed matter. He frowned and called Shen Wenwen to him, "What's the matter with the props? Where did they come from?"

Shen Wenwen put his hands in his pockets, and said indifferently, "In the previous plot, there was no specific mention of the token of love that Qu and Su gave to each other. When I went out in the morning, I saw a safety button on the table. It is a prop brought back by the assistant in advance."

Shen Wenwen looked at Director Zhang with a smile, "Just now the props team gave me a Buyao. I think the Buyao really didn't buckle properly. Whether it's the moral or the close-up of the camera, the gap is quite big, so the safe buckle is just not good." It’s a valuable gadget, and it’s easy to use.”

What Shen Wenwen said made sense, and the safety button on the monitor screen was indeed more artistic than Bu Yao. After a brief discussion, the executive director arranged for the props team to find a similar jade button immediately. How long we have to wait.

Yun Chen walked over, "Director, continue filming according to the following plot."

Director Zhang said irritably with a cigarette in his mouth, "How can the safety buckle that was thrown into the river be recovered, we can only wait for the props group. Why do you look so bad, go to the heater to bake."

Yun Chen insisted with a pale face: "We can take pictures while waiting. Director Zhang, I want to try, in case it is really picked up by me by chance, the picture will be more real."

Director Zhang looked at Yunchen in disbelief, "Hedi Heibu Longdong, do your eyeballs have eight-fold mirrors with night vision function?"

Yun Chen didn't speak any more, but stared at him stubbornly with his red eyes open.

Director Zhang was defeated under this miserable, wronged, and desperate gaze. Forget it, Yun Chen's current state is quite right, which fits Qu Xirui's current state of heartbroken and unwillingness to turn back. It has been delayed for a long time It is really easy to influence young actors to transition into the scene, so I agreed to continue to shoot the next one, and wait for the props to make up a close-up.

Each group is in place, and the field record is played.

On the arch bridge, the two were relatively silent.

Qu Xirui was stunned at first, with a blank expression on his face. Slowly, his eye sockets turned blood red, his whole body was shaking, and a bone-chilling coolness spread from the top of his head to the soles of his feet.

Xia Zhendong took a deep look at Qu Xirui for the last time, then turned and left.

Qu Xirui watched Xia Zhendong walk away, he kept watching until he couldn't see his back.

Xia Zhendong didn't look back.

Suddenly, Qu Xirui staggered down the stone arch bridge like crazy, without any hesitation, he jumped into the river.

He dived into the bottom of the river and fumbled, and occasionally came up to take a breath, again and again, but he couldn't find the safety buckle no matter what.

Director Zhang was very satisfied, as soon as he shouted, Bai Xiaofang and the drama manager immediately rushed to the riverside with umbrellas and towels, picked Yunchen out of the water and helped him to sit beside the heater.

Yun Chen shivered from the cold, leaning stiffly in Bai Xiaofang's arms.

Bai Xiaofang's eyes were red, and he cursed in a hoarse voice, "I told you to wait for the props to arrive before shooting, what a show of pretense! Even if the gods come, you can't pick up that jade button, you are stupid, you..."

Yun Chen's eyes were red, he lowered his head and stretched out his arms to hug his trembling body tightly, and said something in a low voice.

"What... Yun'er, do you want something? Let's have some warm tea, shall we?" Bai Xiaofang held Yunchen with one hand, and brought over the thermos with the other.

"Then, it's...my, mine, Ping An button..."

Yun Chen's voice trembled so much that Bai Xiaofang couldn't hear clearly, "What's yours? I'll get it for you."

"Brother Fang, that one, the safety buckle...is mine...I want to get it back..." Yun Chen closed his eyes tightly, tears streaming down silently.

The scene was too noisy, Yun Chen's murmur was too soft, Bai Xiaofang couldn't hear anything clearly.

The props team finally found a similar safety buckle in the props library of the film and television base.

Director Zhang squatted beside Yun Chen, "Can you still shoot?"

Yun Chen's lips were blue, the end of his eyes were red, he was too cold to speak, he looked at Director Zhang and nodded.

Director Zhang stretched out his hand and touched his wet and cold head, "Then hold on, we will try to finish the filming within a few minutes, so as not to suffer again."

Yunchen tightly held the safety buckle found by the props team, and returned to the river again.

The game notes hit the board, "action!"

Qu Xirui sank to the bottom of the river and searched desperately. Gradually, some onlookers stood on both sides of the river. They looked at Qu Xirui in the river and pointed.

"Who is that man in the river?"

"It seems to be Xirui, the top song of Deming Theater!"

"What are you looking for? How cold is the water? Are you dying?"

"Who knows, if he looks crazy, he won't be beaten stupid by the Su family, right?"

"I heard that the Miss Su family was just playing for fun, but Qu Xirui thought that she had climbed a high branch. The lady of the family family is showing face, and she doesn't want to do things too badly. She just closed the door and disappeared. In the end, Qu Xirui was on her knees and kowtowed at the door of Su's house, on the verge of death."

"Oh, what a shame."

"Actor, what kind of face do you want? How can your face be as good as the glory and wealth..."

Finally found!

Qu Xirui stretched out his hand from the water with difficulty, and a small jade button was lying wet on his pale palm, looking particularly soft.

Qu Xirui exhausted all his strength to climb up from the river, and gradually walked away amidst the indifferent eyes and whispers of the surrounding audience, leaving only a melodious singing:

How difficult it is for the passionate

unsympathetic less difficult

unrestrained love

no luck

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