Yesterday was like Death

After Jiang Mu returned to the set, he brought happy candy to every staff member.The four-square gift box, with his and Rong Ruyu's initials printed on it, contains photos, chocolates, and a keychain sponsored by a big brand, and the packaging is exquisite and unusual.This is just an engagement. If it's a formal wedding, I don't know how to spend money on it.

When Assistant Jiang Mu was distributing the candy, I noticed Xi Zonghe's expression, seeing his face sinking like water, I thought he would crush the candy box under his feet in the next second.However, he was so tolerant this time that he just threw the gift box to Fang Xiaomin and ignored it.

"Wow, this key chain is so cute, it costs at least one or two thousand, and this chocolate, it feels so delicious!" Wenwen looked at my box of wedding candies, her face full of envy.

"Take it, I'll give it to you." I poked the box with my fingertips and pushed it into Wenwen's arms, "If you don't want the photos, burn them."

Whichever of the two it was, it bothered me to look at it anyway.

Wenwen happily took the gift box, and sweetly responded to me: "Okay!"

Today I'm going to shoot another highlight of mine - the death of Kong Hong.

The rebel army led by Mu Yi invaded the imperial city, and Kong Hong led his men to guard the last barrier of the imperial palace.However, the building is about to collapse, can it be saved by one person?Kong Hong was alone, and was finally shot to death outside the palace gate by an arrow. He was still thinking about Qingli's safety until his death.

When I read the script, from the perspective of a bystander, I always felt that Kong Hong was to blame, but when I acted by myself, I couldn't substitute such emotions.He is me, and I am him. If I can't understand him, how can the audience get involved?

I searched for the feeling for a long time before shooting, but I still couldn't figure it out.What was Kong Hong thinking when he died?Does he regret it?Is he guilty?Does he hate it?

As for other emotions, I can still use my own experience to represent generations, but how should I interpret this last moment before death?

If it was normal, I could go to ask Xi Zonghe for advice, but ever since he stabbed me a few times that day, I felt a little lumpy in my heart, and I couldn't talk to him calmly.

I had no choice but to settle for the next best thing and ask Luo Lian for advice.

Although she has no achievements in acting, she is indeed a rare good actor.

"How to act..." Luo Lian listened to my question and pondered for a moment, "I can't give you too many suggestions, after all, the character is your own, you need to understand it yourself."

I was a little disappointed, and just about to get up, I heard her say again: "But you can try to replace Kong Hong's feelings for Qingli with your love for your lover."

I didn't quite understand, and my expression became weird.

She laughed: "Did you say that, Kong Hong loves Qingli, in fact, love and love are basically the same, you can't grasp the love of a mortal for a god, but you should be sure of a man's love for a woman Love it."

A man's love for a woman?

I was lost in thought.My mother, Sister Meifang, and Gu Ni, I love them too, but they are all love for relatives, not so fierce. I think Luo Lian should not be talking about this kind of feelings.

"...or man's love for man?"

Suddenly, I heard Luo Lian answer another sentence, and I suddenly looked up at him.Although there is no mirror, I guess my face should not look very good.

Maybe it was because I didn't expect my reaction to be so big, she was a little embarrassed, covered her mouth and stuck out her tongue: "I'm just joking."

I smiled dryly: "Then I'll think about it myself."

I walked back to my rest chair, and when I walked halfway, I was suddenly stopped by Xi Zonghe.

He was lying on a chair taking a nap, his face was covered with a script, and somehow he noticed me, and he stopped me exactly when I walked in front of him.

I stopped to listen to what he had to say.

He sat up, looked at me, and his eyes fell on the script I was holding: "Do you know how to act?"

I looked down at the script, and said without any ups and downs, "I don't know."

He "tsk": "Then why don't you ask me?"

I tightened my fingers and said back to him: "I'm afraid I'll make you sick." After I finished speaking, I continued walking to my seat before he could speak again.

The flames of war are raging, and the fighting is endless.Kong Hong's body and face were splashed with scorching blood, but he didn't even bother to wipe it off. The enemies seemed endless, killing and coming again, and they were about to break through the palace gate.

no!They must not be allowed to get close to the throne!

Kong Hong gritted his teeth and braced himself, the blade of the sword sank into his body, making a tooth-splitting sound.

"My lord, I can't hold it anymore!"

Someone yelled, but soon, more rebels rushed over, and the man also fell.

Kong Hong raised his sword and looked around in a daze, the world was in chaos.His clear world, his bright world, were trampled and crushed mercilessly.

Why did she come to the point of subjugation even though she had already killed the enchantress who brought disaster to the country?

During the fight, he thought of his king.

He should come to him, he needs him.

He slowly pulled the long sword out of a rebel's body, turned around and walked towards the palace.His pace quickened little by little, and finally he ran wildly.

Is he wrong?He killed the person who deserved to be killed, but was it still wrong in the end?

No, if he could have killed Mu Yiye together, there would be no catastrophe today.

Mu Le bewitched the king, deserved to die, and Mu Yi designed to win the trust of the king, deserved to die even more!

They are wrong!

Kong Hong clenched his sword tightly and shouted, "Mu Yi, take your life!"

The veins on his face were bulging, his expression was distorted, and hatred permeated every pore and every drop of his blood.

He is going to see Qingli, he is going to save his king.

Suddenly, the surroundings fell silent, and something shot him from behind.

He took a few steps forward and fell to the ground.A mass of blood smeared out on his back, and a sharp arrow pierced his back, the tail of the arrow trembling, showing his own existence.

Kong Hong spurted blood from his mouth, he stretched forward tremblingly, grabbing something in the empty air.

His eyes were full of resignation, he tried his best to crawl forward two steps, sucked in a long breath, but didn't let it out again.

Everything in Yan Kingdom has nothing to do with him anymore, and his king is no longer under his protection.Everyone was still fighting, Kong Hong's eyes were wide open with resentment, but he was no longer breathing.

Director Ma said "ok", and I immediately got up from the ground.

I didn't even care to wipe off the blood plasma on my body, so I took the mineral water and wet tissues from Wenwen and walked outside.

The scene was so emotional, it took me a while to get over it.

Squatting in a corner, I rinsed my mouth with water, wiped off the fake blood on my hands and face, and closed my eyes to ease my mind.

After a while, I heard footsteps coming. I opened my eyes and saw that Xi Zonghe had walked in front of me.

I looked up at him without moving, and a faint sadness rose in my heart at the same time.

"Are you OK."

He seems to have forgotten our unhappiness, perhaps, only the narrow-minded me will remember that unhappiness in my heart.

Although his mouth was a bit poisonous and his temper was a bit bad, but he came out today to see if I was okay, which was enough to calm me down.

I shook my head, I couldn't tell if I was Kong Hong or Gu Tang, and I couldn't see him simply as Xi Zonghe.

"Will you hate me?" I took his hand hanging in front of my eyes, and pressed it to my forehead, "I didn't do well, I should... take good care of you."

My eyelashes trembled slightly, and he moved his fingers as if he was itchy by me.

"it's all my fault……"

His hands are very hot, and it may be because I just washed them with cold water. There is an obvious difference in body temperature between the two of us, which makes me very eager for the heat source on his body.

"Qing Li hates Kong Hong, you are not Kong Hong, and I am not Qing Li. You did not do anything wrong to me, why should I hate you?" break away."

I chuckled lightly and said, "Can you and Jiang Mu act so clearly? He misunderstood you and wanted to kill you, wouldn't you be sad at all?"

Xi Zonghe was silent for a moment, then pulled me up from the ground with his backhand.

"It's Qing Li who should be sad. After the show, I'm just Xi Zonghe. Don't let the show affect your true emotions."

I was a little dazed: "Yeah, drama is drama, life is life, don't make a mistake."

"You performed well this time." He let go of my hand, "Go back, it's cold outside."

He turned and walked back, I looked at his back, a little dazed.He has always been a good actor, he enters the play quickly and leaves the play quickly.But a bad actor like me can't come in and out as he likes.

Only I stay in the play, only I toss and turn, struggle hard for the love and hate in the play.