There was no such problem before, because Meng Jin couldn't bring him into the play.
External conditions will indeed affect his state, but some directors can't find subtle things. For example, the director this time may only feel that something is missing, but he can't find the reason.
Zhao Liuke raised his hand to cover his face, and it was rare to be a little dazed outside. He didn't like to show unnecessary emotions in front of outsiders, so when he put down his hand, he had returned to normal, and looked at Lin Guangrun's concerned eyes: "Mr. Zhao, are you alright? ?"
Zhao Liuke shook his head. An ice pack was already handed over next to him. In December, everything was cold, and the cold air made him stunned.
He tilted his head and saw that it was a woman, just over his shoulder, twenty-five or six, with a cold face.
"It'll be better if it's iced."
.The woman handed it over, then left and stood back to Lin Guangrun's side. Only then did Zhao Liuke know that this was Lin Guangrun's assistant, and he was called Jin Yao in the impression.
"Thank you." Zhao Liuke held the bag of ice close to his forehead, and was shocked by the coldness.
In fact, today's shooting was completed as early as half noon. I just thought that it would be good to shoot at one time, and it would be fine if it couldn't be finished.
When the director saw that he was not in a good state, everyone stopped working.
At noon, the sun shines brightly.
When Zhao Liuke returned home, the ice pack had turned into heavy cold water. He put the ice pack in the trash can and rummaged around the house, wanting to drink some beer.
The beer is okay, two cans are poured, not bad.
His eyelids were so heavy that he couldn't lift them up, and he was rarely sober.
.When Huo Laifeng opened the door and came in, he raised his eyelids and tried to open them, but failed.
Huo Laifeng smelled the wine in the room, stopped for a while, and asked, "Why are you drinking again?"
Zhao Liuke said lazily, "Why...drinking again...?"
Has he drunk many times before?
It was only two times, and the second time almost had an accident.
After that, I didn't dare to drink it again, and Huo Laifeng must have turned over the house. He didn't keep any wine for him, even a bottle of pineapple beer was bought by him downstairs.
Huo Laifeng took off his coat and walked over. Standing in front of him, he had no expression at all. Seeing him like this, he smiled abruptly.
The obvious smile made Zhao Liuke feel his happiness.
"Wrong, I shouldn't have asked, I forgot that you will only repeat." . Huo Laifeng had become accustomed to his drunken state, so he sat down and patted his face, "Zhao Keke."
What a clumsy name.
The drunk Zhao Keke was not satisfied, he frowned and gave him a palm and slapped it on his thigh with a clear voice.
Huo Feifeng held his wrist and sat down beside him.
Zhao Liuke leaned over and leaned on his thigh to look up at him.
His eyes were brighter than usual, although he felt that his eyelids were too heavy to open, but in Huo Laifeng's eyes, this was not the case at all.
The young man's eyes were bright and energetic, with an imperceptible drunken state, and his long eyelashes seemed to fan the air, making Huo Laifeng's original action stop in place.
Facing Zhao Liuke who was in a wrong state, he was patient and gentle, and asked in a low voice, "You don't seem to be too drunk."
."I'm not drunk," Zhao Liuke was not very happy, "I just drank some wine."
"Drunken people say that." Huo Laifeng rolled his eyes.
In other words, he is an actor. Huo Laifeng has handsome eyebrows and a straight face. He is the shortest way to an actor. Just by looking at his face, you can see his wanton demeanor.
Since his legs were healed, the sickness was gone, the dreadful gloom disappeared, and now he smiles, the twinkling black eyes are like a puddle of water in a Tan, and the stars are falling in it, and when you look closely, it looks like a peach petal.
"It's so beautiful to smile," Zhao Liuke stretched out his arms and patted his face, "Smile more, okay?"
Huo Laifeng pushed aside his bangs and said, "Will you stay with me all the time? If you stay with me all the time, I can always laugh."
.His line of sight slid down from his eyes and stopped at his collarbone. There was a black chain on it, which matched his milk-white skin. can not see.
If it is decoration, it will look better outside.
"Why do you ask that?" Zhao Liuke said dully, "Of course I will always be with you, so you have to keep laughing!"
Huo Laifeng stopped when he combed his hair: "You lied to me."
"How is that possible?" Zhao Liuke was angry, "I even asked for a signature..."
Huo Laifeng was silent for a while, and then he remembered something: "Sign? Did you ask for it in the temple when you went up the mountain that day?"
"I asked by the way, and I got the signature." Zhao Liuke rolled over and buried his face in Huo Laifeng's abdomen, his face pressed against the fabric of his sweater, "I didn't want to ask for it."
."Then why did you ask again?" Huo Feifeng flexed his fingers and scratched his temple with his knuckles to prevent him from falling asleep.
As he spoke, the hot breath fell on his stomach.
"Hmm..." Zhao Liuke rubbed him again. His sweater was of good quality, and the fabric was soft and a little slippery. He rubbed it icy cold and forgot to answer.
I can't ask any more.
Huo Laifeng lifted the person up, put his arms around his leg resignedly, and hugged the person into the room.
"Laifeng," Zhao Liuke changed his posture, hugged his neck, and spoke without thinking, as if he was drunk, "You have to be good, just like you are now, or better than you are now..."
Huo Laifeng stopped and asked, "What do you mean?"
Zhao Liuke stopped talking again.
.Huo Laifeng was helpless, so he picked up the words just now and asked, "Didn't you say asking for a signature? What are you asking for? Good luck?"
Zhao Keke lay down on the bed, playful, stretched out his arms, "It's not!"
He squinted his eyes and hooked his necklace to try to pull it out. After working hard for a long time, he couldn't pull it out in the wrong direction, and looked at him aggrieved.
Huo Laifeng couldn't help laughing when he saw it, and helped him hook out the necklace, holding the pendant in the middle in his hand.
It's made of wood with writing on it.
"Look, what is written on it?" Zhao Keke sat up straight, "When I was begging, a monk was sitting across from him. He asked me... what was I begging for, and I said, I wanted to help others..."
Huo Laifeng: "Others?"
Zhao Liuke was dizzy, leaned against his chest, and said inarticulately, "You."
.His voice was low, his tongue was dull and his words were slurred. Huo Laifeng asked several times before he could be sure that the word he said was "you".
The wood stick in his hand tasted similar to the one on his body, with two bright black characters engraved on it, in traditional script, not laser printed, but like he had carved it—there was a little messy engraving that couldn’t be concealed.
Rough, quaint and sincere.
The word above is "God's Will".
His heart was shaken, he didn't want to talk anymore, he didn't want to think about whether Zhao Liuke would leave him, he didn't want to think about why Zhao Liuke's acting skills soared overnight, he didn't want to think about the conversation between Zhao Liuke and Lu Ming in the room that day, and he didn't want to think about him that day. Dodging his eyes after receiving the video...
The ink in his eyes fainted like water, and the mountains and rains were about to come, layer upon layer.
He asked again, "Will you leave me?"
.The drunk said: "How can I leave you?"
Huo Laifeng: "You disappeared."
Zhao Liuke laughed, and his bright face met his complicated eyes.
He laughed heartlessly and carelessly because of the drunkenness, and the corners of his mouth were grinning to the bottom of his ears: "Then you have to wait for me to die."
Huo Laifeng's logic is rigorous, like negotiation, seeking guaranteed interests: "What if you leave?"
Zhao Liuke tilted his head: "Have you left?"
"Ok."
Zhao Liuke smiled chaotically, he was still conscious, it wasn't that he couldn't remember anything, at this moment part of the plot in the book flashed in his mind.
.There is a small nurse who takes care of Huo Laifeng, Yang Xiaoying's person, but he also has Xiao Jiujiu in his heart, not to mention that he has coveted Huo Laifeng's money for a long time, and is ready to be seductive/attractive. If it succeeds, it will be much better than the little benefit that Yang Xiaoying gave him. .
After he pretended to like it and confessed, Huo Laifeng was unmoved at all. It took only three months for the nurse to reveal the truth. He stole a handicraft from the family and sold it, earning tens of thousands of dollars.
Later, when Huo Laifeng was free to practice the piano, he found that the handicrafts next to the piano were missing.
He didn't say anything, threw the nurse to the security guard, sat on the piano bench and turned on the mobile phone to broadcast live.
The carer was strapped to a wheelchair and "took care".
A needle as long as the man's forearm slowly pierced his palm. He was opened eyes and watched himself suffer. Pain was the second priority, and fear was the main one.
.Here, Huo Laifeng's slender fingers stroked the keys calmly and played a song "Room of Angel". This is a song from a game. He played it when he was in high school. He had forgotten the content of the game, and only remembered the theme song. .
At the end of the song, the nurse has fainted.
There were slender needles gleaming in his hands, like a deformed hedgehog.
"Leave..." Zhao Liuke raised his hand and put it on his left chest, "Then bind me and wedge me into your heart."
His eyes are clear, his voice is calm, and he is not drunk.
Huo Laifeng heard his tumultuous heartbeat.
The man who had upset him like a numbness lay down on his back, Huo Laifeng was startled by his action, and raised his hand to probe under his nose.
The other party's breath was calm and gradually became lighter.
……Fell asleep.
.Laughing angrily, he sat back on the edge of the bed, raised his hand, and slowly pressed it against his heart.
He lowered his eyes to look at the person who was still talking harshly just now, but is now asleep.
He usually sleeps peacefully and well-behaved, but now his brows are furrowed.
He could see that something was wrong with Zhao Liuke. He didn't want to say anything about the trouble he encountered. He came back for a drink and was playing crazy with him.
He said it, and Zhao Liuke responded, his problem was solved, but Zhao Liuke's did not.
Huo Laifeng thought for a while, closed the door, and went to the balcony to make a phone call.
The director was a little impatient when he received a call at night. He hurriedly answered the call when he saw the call alert: "Mr. Huo?"
"Well, I just want to ask, how is Liu Ke in the crew today?"
.The director is still a single dog in his fifties. If it weren't for Huo Laifeng's casting, he wouldn't be able to make this film. He likes him more than awe. After eating dog food in the middle of the night, his heart is full, and he has to work hard: "Liu Ke...I remember, he's not in a good state today!"
"How?" Huo Laifeng raised his eyebrows.
Like all people in love, he has a pretty blind confidence in his lover.
"He's stuck for the first time... I'll pass the video over, you'll know when you see it."
"Alright."
Huo Laifeng opened the video and sent the original film, which was rather crude, but the most authentic.
He saw Zhao Liuke's frozen facial expression.
Huo Laifeng pulled the progress bar back and forth many times, repeatedly confirming his movements and expressions, and affirming that his judgment was correct.
The person who is stuck in the lens... is at a loss.
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The author has something to say: After that, it will be more humming the next day.