The Eye of the Storm

Du Zhui shouted "A". According to the content of the previous rehearsal, the group performers started to commotion.

On the boxing ring, A Peng was beaten back by the opponent's boxer.This was a deal negotiated in advance. A Peng received a deposit from the owner of the boxing ring on the condition that he lose to the opposing boxer.

Ah Peng was pressed against the railing beside the boxing ring by the opponent. He bowed his body and protected his head with a glove. The opponent's fists came down one after another. The gamblers in the audience shouted loudly, almost boiling.

Cao Ye stood behind the monitor and watched Liang Sizhe being beaten on the railing by Zhou Ting. Although Zhou Ting raised his arms high and looked quite imposing, it really looked fake in the camera, as if he didn't dare Put your fist on Liang Sizhe.

"Cut!" Du Zhui stopped, turned to the loudspeaker, and called the two people on the stage to look at the picture just shot on the monitor. It looks very obvious here, and it looks like a fake beating."

Zhou Ting had a bitter face, looking very nervous and a little embarrassed: "Why do you really hit me? I hit too hard, what if I really hurt Teacher Liang?"

"If you get hurt, it counts as a work-related injury," Liang Sizhe joked, "The investor is here, it's not your turn to lose money, isn't it, Mr. Cao?"

Cao Ye felt that he might not be suitable for watching this fight scene. He had the same concerns as Zhou Ting—what if he let go of the real fight and injured Liang Sizhe?But since Liang Sizhe threw the words at him, he could only continue with a smile: "Don't worry, Liang Sizhe's accident insurance has bought the maximum amount of insurance."

The two sang together, although it was a joke, but Zhou Ting finally let go of some worries, and promised to have a real fight in the next round.

Before taking the stage again, Liang Sizhe said to Du Zhui: "Director Du, don't call a, let's try to fight for real first."

The two stepped into the boxing ring, bowed and settled their posture. Liang Sizhe punched decisively. As a former professional boxer, Zhou Ting reacted quickly and immediately used gloves to protect his face. It's a real punch.

He was hesitating whether to really fight Liang Sizhe, but Liang Sizhe had already punched him again, Zhou Ting quickly ducked to avoid it.

The group performers in the audience didn't know why at first, they didn't know whether the filming was going to start, but their attention was quickly attracted by the stage. This time the real fight was different from the filming a few minutes ago. Liang Sizhe pressed on every step of the way.

Someone yelled "Okay", the voice seemed more excited than when they were filming just now, the energy of the group performers was mobilized, there was no need for Du to shout "a", the sound waves off the stage had already started to hustle and bustle.

Zhou Ting was surprised by the strength and speed of Liang Sizhe's fists as dense as raindrops. He thought he could deal with it easily, but he didn't expect that he couldn't find someone to fight back when he was pressed every step of the way. Opportunity, so he was quickly forced in front of the cables of the boxing ring in the back.

Liang Sizhe stopped his hands at this time, he took off his boxing gloves, took off the mouthguard, and raised his hand to wipe the sweat that flowed down his chin: "I have practiced boxing for more than a month, not as much as you imagined. Weak, you can really fight, I will do a good job of defense."

Zhou Ting nodded again and again. Before the filming started, Du Zhui said that Liang Sizhe had practiced boxing, but he didn't take it seriously. It wasn't until just now that he realized that the person in front of him was not Xiao Man who was suppressed and couldn't breathe, or Li Nian who was a transvestite. Lu Hechuan, who can't resist, is not the superstar Liang Sizhe who makes people feel very distant. He is the wild dog-like underground boxer A Peng. Although his movements are not as standard as professional boxers, he has a posture of fighting for his life.

When the filming started again, Zhou Ting finally found his form. He put aside his worries and forced Liang Sizhe to the railing of the boxing ring, and his fists came down heavily.

Xiao Meng mingled with the crowd, squeezed to the front of the boxing ring and shouted, "Dad, run away, Dad, run away...don't hit my dad!"

Liang Sizhe's back was pressed against the railing, and Zhou Ting punched him down, making his entire back stretch into a bow, and he groaned in his throat.

This voice made Zhou Ting flustered for a second, and then immediately stopped and asked, "Mr. Liang, did I hurt you just now?"

Liang Sizhe frowned slightly: "Director Du didn't call cut, why did you stop by yourself?"

"I feel like I just hit you with that punch..."

Du Zhui got up from behind the monitor, walked to the front of the stage and asked, "This game was good, why did it stop?"

The group performers in the audience didn't know why, there was a commotion, Xiao Meng's just brewing emotions were interrupted, and he shouted: "Brother Sizhe was beaten!"

Cao Ye also walked over and looked at Liang Sizhe, Liang Sizhe smiled at him, he didn't look injured, he was relieved.

Because of this accident, this scene had to be reshot.

After shooting several times in a row, accidents always happen.After several times, the enthusiasm of the group performance was obviously not as high as it was at the beginning. Xiaomeng's emotions were interrupted several times in a row, and it became more and more difficult to enter the scene. The filming began to enter a stalemate stage, and it seemed that he could not move forward.

The more anxious Zhou Ting was, the more he couldn't get into the show. Except for Liang Sizhe, everyone on the scene seemed to be in a bad state.

Cao Ye watched Liang Sizhe being pushed against the railing and being punched over and over again. He walked outside the set and lit a cigarette to smoke.

Du Zhui yelled "cut" again. Seeing that Zhou Ting was not in the mood and the group performers were showing signs of fatigue, he had to suspend shooting and let everyone rest for a while.

Cao Ye stubbed out the cigarette, and walked to the boxing ring. Liang Sizhe squatted on one knee on the platform more than one meter high, and looked down at him: "Didn't you say you want to accompany me to quit smoking?"

"Did you get hurt just now?" Cao Ye's eyes fell on his waist.

"It's okay." Liang Sizhe raised his hand and stroked his hair, "In public, keep your eyes closed."

"...I was looking to see if you were injured!" Cao Ye exploded again. Seeing Liang Sizhe smiling at him, he paused.After the few rounds of filming just now, everyone's voices were going to be hoarse. The staff of the crew came over with throat lozenges, and the extras were dividing up the throat lozenges.

"Is it still possible to shoot in this state?" Cao Ye asked. Although he knew that the movie was like this, it was shot through countless times, but he still couldn't help feeling anxious after spending an afternoon on the set, especially when his boyfriend Still being beaten over and over again, it looks like...it hurts.

"Why don't we shoot again tomorrow," Cao Ye said, "There's no need to rush the schedule. Let Zhou Ting go back to find his condition, and the group performers should recover their energy. Or, should we use a substitute?"

Liang Sizhe smiled: "Cao Ye, you... are so soft-hearted. Back then, you said you wanted to be a director. Being a director can't be as soft-hearted as you are."

"Then grind it over and over again?" Cao Ye asked him.

Liang Sizhe didn't answer directly, but looked at him and asked, "Which scene do you think worked best just now?"

Cao Ye thought for a while, but he didn't mention any of the scenes he had filmed. Instead, he said, "I didn't call A in that scene." He was talking about the scene where Liang Sizhe beat Zhou Ting, which was impromptu and not written in the script.

"I also think," Liang Sizhe looked at the group speeches in the audience, "so I was thinking, instead of tossing the group performers and the children over and over again, interrupting their emotions, it's better to try to shoot to the end in one shot, and first let their emotions The capture is in place, as for the boxing shots on the stage, it can actually be added later.”

"You mean one take to the end?" Cao Ye thought about his proposal, "It's a good idea, but the camera position on the scene needs to be rearranged, and the requirements for the cameraman are higher...Moreover, I want to let the group performers and the audience It's actually more difficult for you and Zhou Ting to get Xiao Meng into the play."

"Let Zhou Ting fight like a real boxing match, without giving him so many rules and regulations, maybe he will play more naturally. Do you think it's feasible?"

"It's feasible, it's feasible, that is..." Cao Ye looked at Liang Sizhe, "Let him really fight like a boxing match, can you resist it?"

"Try it." After Liang Sizhe finished speaking, seeing Du Zhui looking this way, he raised his arm and waved his hand. When Du Zhui came over, he said, "I just discussed with Cao Ye and I think we can try it." Try it out."

Liang Sizhe used to be a director. Although the audience's word-of-mouth and box-office failures, the industry's evaluation of this film is not bad. From the director's point of view, he analyzed the feasibility of one shot to the end. After Du Zhui heard it, he also thought he could try it .

Du Zhui then called Zhou Ting over and asked him to completely abandon the script and fight as a boxing match.

Zhou Ting raised concerns: "But it wasn't written in the script that Apeng was forced to a desperate situation at the beginning, and finally hit the bottom and rebounded. Did I win this game? Then when should I stop and change from attacking to defensive state?" ?”

"Don't worry about it," Liang Sizhe said, "you just have to fight me."

An hour later, Du Zhui rearranged the camera seats, and re-talked the show with the extras and Xiao Meng, saying that the show on stage would overturn the original arrangement of the script, and it would be a real fight.

The group performers lacked interest and only regarded Du Zhui's words as inspiring words.

But Liang Sizhe and Zhou Ting set up a posture on the stage, which was different from the script. This time, Liang Sizhe punched first, and he was the first to throw away the script, making Zhou Ting and the group performers in the audience believe that this time it was indeed going to be real.

Zhou Ting raised his gloves to protect his head, and after taking a few steps back, he found the gap and used offense as defense, and swung his fist to reverse the disadvantage.

Liang Sizhe did not immediately retreat like in the script. While protecting his face, he punched decisively again. When the opponent leaned back to avoid him, he stretched his legs short and swept Zhou Ting half a meter away.

Soon, Zhou Ting on the stage and the ensemble performers in the audience realized that Liang Sizhe did not follow the script, he came for the truth.

The boxing technique he used aroused Zhou Ting's desire to win as a boxer. Zhou Ting's emotions were aroused. He hit the back of the knee.

But Liang Sizhe was more flexible than he imagined. While bending his knees, he locked Zhou Ting with his legs, got up on a half-kneel, and punched Zhou Ting in the back.

The fight on the stage began, and the emotions of the group performers off the stage were immediately mobilized.

Du Zhui's voice came out from the speaker: "A!"

The set was dimly lit, creating the atmosphere of a hysterical duel in an underground boxing ring.

The men in the audience were all shirtless, waving their arms, shouting at the two people in the boxing ring, venting their excessive energy that had nowhere to be released.

Garbage, profanity and sweat filled the entire underground boxing ring.The simple electronic screen on the stage displayed the amount of the bet, and the amount on the opponent's side was much higher than that on Apeng's side.

The voices from the field came one after another:

"Hit!"

"Work harder, don't be like a woman!"

"Didn't you eat?! It's boring!"

Xiaomeng's voice was covered by the crowd, he stood in the first row and jumped up and shouted: "Dad, come on! Daddy hit him!"

Ah Peng covered his face with boxing gloves, and his opponent punched him with punches, forcing him to retreat steadily, until he was forced to retreat to the cables of the boxing ring.

Seeing that the winner was about to be decided off the court, the shouts suddenly became boiling: "Beat him, good! Fuck him, use your strength!"

A Peng was pressed against the railing of the boxing ring, and the opponent's fist slammed down mercilessly.

Xiaomeng's voice was mixed with crying: "Come on, Dad! Come on, Dad..." He grabbed the railing and tried to climb up, "Don't hit my dad, don't hit me..."

The staff of the boxing ring came up, grabbed him by the collar and dragged him down.

On the electronic display, the bet amount of the opposing boxer rose rapidly, and the gap between the two sides became more and more obvious.

As long as you endure for a few more seconds, the bargaining chip negotiated with the boss of the boxing ring will be cashed out.

At this time, Xiaomeng's hoarse and exhausted cries reached his ears through the noisy crowd: "Don't hit my father, please uncle, please don't let him go," he grabbed the cable of the boxing ring, " My dad is going to die..."

A Peng bowed and hid behind his boxing gloves. Suddenly, he exerted force with his head and punched the opponent's abdomen. Then he punched hard and hit the opponent's jaw. The opponent's braces flew out.

There was a second of silence in the field, and then the audience realized that they had made a wrong bet, and cursedly placed more bets on Apeng's side.

The two people on the stage got entangled with each other. Ah Peng put his knees against the opponent's waist and rained down his fists, hitting the opponent tightly and hugging his head, unable to fight back.

"Cut!" Du Zhui shouted from behind the monitor.

This scene was filmed unexpectedly smoothly, the atmosphere of the group performance was more exciting than any previous scene, Xiao Meng's emotions were also in place, until Du Zhui called to stop, Xiao Meng cried so much that he was hiccupping .

Du Zhui came over and said into the loudspeaker, "Everyone had a great time! Take a break, we'll take a few more close-up shots and call it a day."

After he finished talking, he looked up at Liang Sizhe and Zhou Ting in the stands: "No injury, right? The effect of this game is great, and Zhou Ting played very naturally."

"Actually, I haven't played well..." Zhou Ting scratched his head guiltyly, "I just went with Mr. Liang. You can't tell that I only practiced boxing for a month."

"Don't think I can't see that you're keeping your strength behind me." Liang Sizhe smiled, took off the gloves and handed them to Song Qingyan, then took the water from her, and took a few sips with his head up.

Song Qingyan handed him the towel again, Liang Sizhe took the towel and wiped the sweat from his face and neck, and hung the towel around his neck.

He took the water and walked over to watch the video on the monitor with Cao Ye: "Is this okay just now?"

"It's good enough, just add a few more shots." Cao Ye turned his face and looked down, "Did Zhou Ting hit your waist just now? Did you get hurt?"

Liang Sizhe held his wrist and walked towards the lounge: "Come with me." He called again, "Song Qingyan."

"Hey." Song Qingyan followed.

"Have you brought the spray?" Liang Sizhe asked while walking.

"What spray? Bruises?" Song Qingyan was not as long as the two of them, and trotted to follow, "Brother Sizhe, are you injured?"

"Hush," Liang Sizhe turned his head, put his index finger in front of his lips, and then pushed the door into the lounge, "Find out the spray."

"Why did you hide it when you were injured?" Cao Ye turned his head and asked Song Qingyan, "He used to be like this?"

Song Qingyan was standing on the edge of the chair by the window, bent over to search for the spray, and replied, "Nothing."

Liang Sizhe glanced at him: "Forget about other injuries, can you just talk about the back injury?"

He lowered his tone, originally only intending to let Cao Ye hear clearly, but the lounge space is not big, Song Qingyan ran over to hand him the spray again, and listened attentively for a while.

Song Qingyan immediately realized that Liang Sizhe seemed to be having an affair with Cao Ye just now, she gave a dry cough, excused that something was going on outside, and quickly slipped away.

Cao Ye felt that Song Qingyan seemed to have misunderstood something, but he didn't care about it, and asked Liang Sizhe, "Is it serious? Do you want to go to the hospital?"

Liang Sizhe pressed his hand on his lower back: "It's not serious if you press it like this, but it might affect other aspects, why don't you let me try it tonight?"

He was still in the mood to make a joke, and it didn't look too serious. Cao Ye smiled and said, "Get out, you can try the same thing down there," and asked, "Is it serious or not?"

"It's not serious, just twisted it a little bit." Liang Sizhe threw the spray to Cao Ye, "Spray some for me."

Liang Sizhe was sweating profusely, and the sweat covered his well-defined body.He has broad shoulders, long legs, and a tall frame. He is not the kind of muscular figure. When his upper body is naked, he can see that the bones are covered with a layer of tight and beautiful muscles.

"Where did you spray it?" Cao Ye put his fingers on his waist, "Here?"

"can."

"Should it be further down?" Cao Ye's fingers got into his trouser waist and probed down.

Liang Sizhe smiled and said, "It's up to you." Then he turned his face, exchanged a kiss with Cao Ye, and quickly parted ways.

The production crew was full of people, and Cao Ye didn't really plan to do anything here.He shook the spray and sprayed it on Liang Sizhe's waist.

Footsteps were heard at the door, and Du Zhui pushed the door open and came in: "Si Zhe, let's confirm tomorrow's reshoot later..." Before he finished speaking, he saw two people standing together, and then closed it with a "bang" the door.

"Hey—" Cao Ye had just uttered a word, but Du Zhui said from outside the door, "Then what, you guys will come out and look for me later."

The sound of footsteps gradually faded away, and this scene seemed familiar.

Ten years ago, this scene seemed to have happened in the audition theater.

After a while, Liang Sizhe said leisurely, "Cao Ye, I'll test you. What does the word sneaking mean?"