Tighten my broker

The interior decoration style of the house is not as old and decayed as the exterior of the building. It's just that the furniture in the house has been adapted by the crew. It feels very depressing.

Everything is in disarray, like a house once occupied by tenants with chaotic and sloppy habits.

Balls of dirty clothes were casually thrown on the broken leather sofa in the living room, wine bottles dumped on the table in front of the sofa were mixed with food waste, and soup and water were scattered all over... Makes you feel good.

And on the other side of the room, there are two large black and white photos. Although the smiles of the people in the photos are very bright, the black and white tone, and the ash burner that has burned out and deposited a thick layer in front of the photos , After all, people can't feel the slightest warmth of that bright smile.

"Luo Yang, come here." Chen Jiu, who was already looking at the arrangement again, suddenly turned around, waved his hands and called Luo Yang.

Hearing this, Luo Yang greeted Wei Ran, stepped over the mess under his feet, and walked in the direction of Chen Jiu with big strides.

The ground at this moment is really messy. After all, the corpses of the very realistic props are still laid out on the ground at this moment. Although the place covered with blood has been surrounded to avoid damage, Luo Yang just wants to say that such a scene surrounded by After getting up, it seemed even more scary.

Chen Jiu was holding the camera at the moment. Seeing Luo Yang approaching, he looked at the person and said, "The series of photos of the character Qi Yuan are mainly divided into three parts. The first part is in his home, which tends to be dark and difficult." The second part is in school, which is biased towards his normal college student appearance in front of outsiders, and the third part is his fallen appearance, which looks more ferocious..."

"Anyway, I will tell you the specific requirements when the time comes to shoot, so let's not say much, and shoot the first group according to the current scene. My idea is to directly follow some description pictures in the plot. Shooting, so here is a set for the living room, a set for the bedroom, and a set for the bathroom, and what you need to do is to present Qi Yuan according to your understanding of the character... Can you play freely?"

After Chen Jiuxu babbled for a long time, he also suddenly met the Venerable Master's gaze and asked.

These are the scenes in the plot. Chen Jiu thinks that Luo Yang should be stronger than himself in controlling the plot. Therefore, he did not limit Luo Yang. What he needs is to combine Luo Yang's own understanding with these scenes.

Naturally, under such circumstances, it is really a pure test of the actor's strength. If Luo Yang makes a mistake at this time, it will not look good.

After all, although Chen Jiu had some confidence in the casting of his old friend, he still didn't have a clear understanding of Luo Yang himself, so he naturally asked someone.

And Luo Yang nodded immediately when he heard the words.

"Boss Chen, don't worry, there is absolutely no problem on my side."

The role is Luo Yang's own. If Luo Yang can screw up in this aspect as an actor, then he really screwed up his own brand.

And Luo Yang really thinks that his professional ability is not bad.

So here Luo Yang also walked to the center of the living room after answering Chen Jiu, and prepared to give the desired result according to his command.

For a while, the few staff members in the room also quickly became busy.

As for Wei Ran, the manager, because he wanted to see the strength of his own artist, he followed the staff and hid in a position where the camera could not shoot.

The bloody props that were originally enclosed were also torn off their protection, and Luo Yang walked to the bloody center under Chen Jiu's signal.

So, there was blood all over the floor, and Luo Yang, who was dressed in clean clothes, stood in the center with lowered eyes.

The dark blue coat became darker under the dim light, but it also made the person's complexion paler, and the scars on that face became more conspicuous because of this environment.

The white shoes on the feet were gradually stained with a little red blood with the movement of people's footsteps. Standing in the camera of Chen Jiu, Luo Yang began to quickly think about what kind of emotion Qi Yuan would be at this moment. and state of mind.

——This is not the first time he has made a move with a knife, nor is it a strike that made him feel very difficult in judgment, but because the identity of the target is different this time, his mood is definitely not calm.

After all, no matter what, this man is his father, his biological father.

That day was the Mid-Autumn Festival. Although the relationship between him and his father was still not fully reconciled, he still went back, for the so-called home, and for the mother and sister at home.

So this time when he went home, he deliberately brought some things with him. Unlike the perfunctory treatment of his father in the past, this time his purpose was not his father, and in fact he didn't want to go home on a regular basis. To clean up the mess in the house, and I don't want to see that cowardly man who only knows how to blame.

But there is no way, who made him the son of that man?So he still persuaded himself to go home once in a while, so that people would not stink and rot in his home.

But this time it was really different. He bought something special this time and went home to meet his mother and sister, to share his success with them, and to tell them personally that all grievances had been resolved. a just verdict.

Although this just judgment was a bit late, and it seemed that it was not so allowed by the world, all the facts didn't matter to him, because justice was finally done, and everything was getting better.

Qi Yuan avoided some things, and he was paranoid that what happened during this period was completely just and 100% worthwhile.

So, although he still had no expression on his face, he walked home in a particularly comfortable mood.

It is still the dim and old color in his memory, and it looks out of place with all the surrounding high-rise buildings. This neighborhood that carries his memory home seems to be forgotten in the deepest corner at any time.

And his home seems to be hidden in the deepest part, like a rotten apple on a rotten tablecloth, with a slightly embarrassing smell.

The neighbors around seem to be always in a hurry, and as time goes by, their expressions seem to be more and more like evil spirits in the deep alley, making the people who are stared at hairy.

Qi Yuan had no friendship with most of them, so he quietly walked to the door of his house, took out the key with the red string, and walked into his house again.

But going home this time was not as reassuring as he had imagined, and it didn't make him feel the slightest joy of belonging to home. Even the sharing he had with his mother and sister didn't bring him the slightest joy.

Everything seemed to be calm, and he didn't know what kind of expression to put on his face.

Then immediately after, the quarrel broke out, no, it wasn't a quarrel.

You must know that a quarrel requires two people, and a quarrel by one person can only be called noisy, it can only be called swearing.

As a result, everything seemed to begin to change amidst the other party's abuse.

Qi Yuan didn't know what he had done, but he clearly remembered that when he woke up, he was already standing in the bloody room.

The horrible color covered up the last goodness in the memory.

"Is this the end result? Am I going to jail for this? But what crime have I committed?"

The broken whisper seemed to be spit out slowly from the young man's mouth, so he methodically threw away the blood-stained raincoat and wrapped the knife that was also soaked in warm blood.

Then he tidied himself up and returned to the living room, looking at everything with his clean eyes, the deep eyes couldn't see any fluctuations, only a void remained.

So Luo Yang, who was immersed in such emotions, just sat down with his legs hugged in the empty space amidst the blood, his head tilted to rest on his knees, and he curled up numbly and stared at everything in front of him. everything of.

There is no doubt that Qi Yuan is such an extremely insecure person despite all the shells.

All the light seems to make him feel at a loss, but the darkness is just the opposite. He can shrink himself in the darkness, not asking anything, not caring about anything, just quietly shrinking in a corner makes him very peaceful.

It's like the old wardrobe when I was a child, dark, but always reassuring.

The red all over the ground came into the eyes, but there was no reaction at all. This kind of scene made the people around watching this scene frowned subconsciously, feeling a little weird.

However, as a photographer, Chen Jiu's eyes suddenly lit up, he quickly adjusted the angle of view, and pressed the shutter one after another.

This scene is very in line with his psychological expectations, and the contrast of various emotional colors is very strong.

It was clearly a pure murder scene, and the murderer was standing there majesticly, but he shrank himself into a ball like a child who had lost his soul...

"I originally wanted to communicate more, but it seems that I don't need it now..."

Before Chen Jiu discussed with the director Wang Qing about the effect of the shooting, he and Luo Yang had no communication at all except for the first few words of position instructions, but looking at the results of Luo Yang's current presentation... Chen Jiu thought Director Wang Qing should be very happy at the moment.

Therefore, after Chen Jiu shot the angle he wanted, he also glanced at Wang Qing's face behind him, and as expected, he also saw the joy on his face.