protect my love

"If you broke the law, you have to follow the law, you know?" Fang Xiaogang got lost in the woods.He came to find Han Xun, alone, not even as a policeman.

He chased him into the woods 10 minutes ago, and when he couldn't tell the difference between south, east and north, Han Xun also lost him.

"The place is broken, there is no road, and the sky is still cloudy." Fang Xiaogang is still observing the surroundings, paying attention to the movement.

Han Xun must not be able to run far away like that, but he couldn't find it.

"It's useless for me to tell you, I can't catch you anyway." After confirming that Han Xun was nearby, Fang Xiaogang squatted down against a tree.

The woods were completely still, and the dead branches growing upwards really looked like cracks in the gray sky.

"Actually, I didn't, not from the beginning."

Fang Xiaogang fell to the ground in shock, because the voice was too close to him, as if the tree had spoken it.

When he stood up again, the tree spoke again: "Why are you chasing me?"

At this time, Fang Xiao just saw someone leaning on the other side of the tree, and it was Han Xun who played tricks on him all the way.

"Don't you have any ghosts in your heart?" Fang Xiaogang ran to the other side of the tree without thinking, "Why did you treat your own sister?"

Just a few days ago, Fang Xiaogang found out what Han Xun had been hesitating to say, murder, his own sister.

This man is crazy.

Everyone has their own understanding of adjectives, now Fang Xiaogang begins to feel that Han Xun is really abnormal.

Han Xun held a fruit knife in his hand, which was quite long.

The lunatic with the knife will die.

Fang Xiaogang admitted that he didn't dare to force it, so he said, "You still have a chance..."

Han Xun must not be listening to him, or his words could not be received by Han Xun's brain along the nerves.

"I should really trust myself, you liar!"

Just as Fang Xiao was about to refute, Han Xun came over first, brandishing a knife and pestle.

"Card!"

The part after swinging the knife has already been filmed, and this is the last scene in this village.

Everyone looked at Mu Xunying, waiting for his shot.

The wait lasted for several minutes. Zi Mingjun and Zheng Feng watched from a distance the three heads of the director, deputy director and screenwriter together. The screenwriter seemed quite satisfied and kept laughing.The assistant director showed no expression, and mainly listened to Mu Xun's response.

"The last scene on the last day, let's be more emotional." It means that if you haven't passed it, please come again, "There is no problem with the line positioning, emotion, I want emotion."

The staff all stood back to their posts, Mu Xunying called Zi Mingjun over and gave some instructions.

"You're watching this show. You've got enough emotions, but not enough layers." Mu Xunying took the script and pointed it out to him, "When Zheng Feng said that the sky was still cloudy, there were scenes of you, until your first line The previous part should have more sense of presence and popularity, understand? The absence of you in the camera doesn’t mean the camera can’t feel you.”

Zi Ming nodded and said yes.

"Also, he said later that when you still have a chance, the camera will cut to a close-up of you, and you will be explosive."

Here comes the director Mu Xunying's characteristic, explosive power.

The ability to shoot dramas with a sense of horror is basically due to this explosive power.Mu Xunying's works are interesting because each one has one or two scenes that directly poke people's hearts.

The audience is first shocked and then moved.

He believes that what impresses the audience is not necessarily the plot, let alone the feelings, what is needed is only the emotions that can make people empathize.

Mu Xunying also has a famous saying, he said that black is the kindest, because it can accommodate everything.

Therefore, his works are usually based on dark colors.

Ziming has a premonition that as long as he can shoot at that height, this shot will become a classic.

The climax is the climax, and the emotional commanding height in the climax is the real peak of the work.

"Okay." Zi Mingjun was under a lot of pressure, but he even hoped that the pressure would be even greater, because he would have an important vent later, and he didn't mind breaking down.

"Can Director Mu give me a 10-minute break?" This was the first time Zi Mingjun asked for a break, "I want to adjust again."

Mu Xunying raised his head from the monitor to look at him, waved his hand, "I'll give you 15 minutes."

"Thank you, Director Mu." Zi Mingjun bowed and apologized to the staff on standby, and then walked back to his chair in the corner a little further away.

"Brother Zi, water." Waiting for Ziming to sit down, Xia Le handed over a water glass.

"Thank you."

In the beginning, Xia Le must have been so nervous when he saw Zi Mingjun's brows furrowed and expressionless at other times.Later, after learning about Zi Mingjun's preparation method for filming and the tone of the whole drama, I am not so worried.

But the immersive performance still hurts the body.

At this time, Zi Mingjun didn't know what to think of, and his eyes turned red.Xia Le didn't dare to disturb her, so she took out a piece of paper and carefully stuffed it in his hand.

Zi Mingjun knows that he is competing with himself in order to seek explosive power. In short, he imagines some unsatisfactory things, thinks about them over and over again, and tortures himself over and over again.

For a while, every time he used this method, he would imagine that his parents disagreed with his choice when he applied for the college entrance examination, kicked him out of the house, and even secretly changed his choice.

Because I know that these are all fake, my emotions will recover better after the filming.

But today was very strange, probably because of the pressure he was under, his mood was uncontrollable and he planned another scene for him.

He invited Bai Lianxi to his room again and told him that I like you.

got rejected.

Ziming asked why, but the other party smiled and said nothing.

So he... held Bai Lianxi down, and with a hypothetical exaggerated force, he first grabbed her wrist and pushed it against the wall, and then threw it onto the bed.

Leaning down to look at his face, clutching his shoulders tightly.

This thought was terrifying, and Ming Jun settled down before he lost control, wiped off the liquid hanging on the eye frame with the paper in his hand, and got up.

"Here we come." Mu Xunying raised his head when he heard footsteps, and the long tone at the end of the sentence meant to say something more.

But he raised his head to meet Mingjun's eyes, sighed infrequently, and didn't speak any more.

The replay went really well.In the end, even Mu Xunying didn't make a mistake.

The screenwriter was stunned to see two lines of tears.

"The play in our village is officially over!"

After that scene, I re-shot some material for future use, and it was [-]:[-] p.m. when I actually finished it.

"Have a good rest today, and leave early tomorrow morning!" After Mu Xunying shouted, he told them to pack up and leave.

Speaking of it, it is also because of this remote and poor mountain col, there is not even a reasonable restaurant, so there is no routine entertainment. In addition, the mobile phone signal is extremely poor, so you can put aside the phone calls and text messages you don't want to answer.

Zi Mingjun stayed here for three weeks, very happy.

Back at the hotel, Xia Le helped Zi Mingjun pack his suitcases in his room: "I can finally leave this damn place, brother Zi, are you excited?"

Zi Mingjun stood by the bed and read the script: "It's okay."

"By the way, brother, I have booked the room for tomorrow night, but because it is a bit late, there is only one twin room. Can you and I make do for one night?"

Zi Mingjun temporarily pulled away from the script for a second, and replied: "Yes, it's fine."

Probably God's will, Zi Mingjun has been planning to talk to Bai Lianxi as soon as he arrives in Jiujing Longyan from last week until now, but now there is a little tail behind him.

He didn't want too many people to know about it.

Then postpone it later.

Early the next morning, the crew of "Fenghui Xunzhuan" got into the van that had been booked.

Zi Mingjun was in the same car with Mu Xunying again. He was in the second row, next to Xia Le who was dozing off. Director Mu sat in the front passenger seat, and the film crew behind him.

"Mu Dao, what time will it start the day after tomorrow?" Zi Mingjun saw that Mu Xunying was in high spirits and didn't even intend to close his eyes to rest, so he asked.

"The day after tomorrow, eight o'clock." Mu Xunying asked Zi Mingjun again, "I heard that you also rented a room there for a long time?"

"Yes, I can sleep a little longer." He thought it was a natural answer.

"Really?" Mu Xunying smiled teasingly.

"Yes, I like to sleep, and I feel uncomfortable if I don't sleep more."

He didn't think Mu Xun should know anything, even though he also knew Bai Lianxi.

"That's pretty good, I almost thought you were starting to play with that too." Mu Xun said sternly, seeing that he might be mistaken.

"What? Which one is that?" Zi Mingjun asked subconsciously.

"You don't know, I thought everyone in your generation would like to go." He turned his head and saw that Zi Mingjun was full of question marks, so he explained a few more words, "I just found out that the places are all booked. Only then did someone tell me, Director Mu, you still know Club No. 28, I had the same expression as you when I first heard it."

Zi Mingjun was afraid that Mu Xunying would not want to say too much, so he only responded and stopped asking.

As a result, Mu Xunying was a smart person, and he saw his confusion at a glance, and explained it clearly to him in one sentence: "The third one, it's best not to play, otherwise our whole group will fall into it.

Zi Mingjun was really not curious about this, he just wanted to know whether the club had a direct relationship with Jiujing Longyan, because the person he was thinking of had a direct relationship with Jiujing Longyan.

Afterwards the car became quiet, except for the driver, the sleep-deprived people were a little drowsy, and when Zi Mingjun got up again, it was already Jiujing Longyan.

The van failed to drive in. I heard that the hotel checks the vehicles very strictly.

There was only one box for Zi Mingjun, and Xia Le helped carry it.Mu Xun should have two, and Zi Mingjun helped him get one, and the rest didn't stay in the hotel directly, so they drove away after they got out of the car.

Every time he takes a step forward, Zi Mingjun wonders how much chance he has to meet Bai Lianxi directly.

If he saw it without any effort, it was a match made by God, and he was willing to accept it.

Until the door closed, he still had a glimmer of hope.

He watched the door close little by little, and Xia Le pushed it at the last crack.

"..."

The anticipation persisted for the next few hours, until he couldn't resist asking Xia Le to order room service.At that time, he was so angry that he even forgot that under normal circumstances the manager would not personally deliver the food.

"Brother Zi, what do you eat?"

"It's all right."

"Western food or Chinese food?"

"Steak."

"Okay." This was the first time Xia Lechang ordered a hotel meal at such a young age. The steak was not enough, so he added three words, Wellington.

Surprisingly, Jiujing Longyan really had this meal, but it took a very long time.

The two waited hungry until eight o'clock, but they still hadn't arrived.

"It's too slow, should I call and complain." The young man Xia Le just went to work not long ago, so he couldn't bear the hunger.

"Wait a minute, be considerate of others." Zi Mingjun was still studying the role.

"Brother Zi, do you want to take a shower first?"

"You go first and divert your attention."

So Xia Le went.

So within 2 minutes the doorbell rang.

"Here we come." Zi Mingjun went to open the door.

Probably God heard Zi Mingjun's deep and heartfelt cry, and Bai Lianxi really came to deliver the meal.

"Good evening, Mr. Zi, here is your meal and wine from the hotel."

"Thank you."

Bai Lianxi was hesitant to bring the food in, because he heard the sound of the shower, and he was afraid that he almost disturbed people taking a bath.

Xia Le, who was taking a shower, corrected Bai Lianxi's thoughts in the next second.

It's not that Mingjun is going to take a bath, but that someone is taking a bath.

"Brother Zi, is it time for dinner! Please open the door for me, thank you!"

"Please take it easy." Even Bai Lianxi felt how stiff his smile was, and after he smiled, he wanted to leave.

The whole process took only four or five seconds, and Zi Mingjun didn't know what words could best express his position.

"I can't book a single room, my assistant and I make do for one night..."

Bai Lianxi turned around, still smiling professionally: "You can contact me earlier next time."

He left after speaking, without seeming to show any extra emotion.

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