The male protagonist is ill

When filming fight scenes, few people can convince Han Dong.

For so many years, the only thing a man can feel proud of from the bottom of his heart is his own boxing skills honed through countless setbacks and pains.He once felt the humiliation of being knocked to the ground and pressing his face into the mud in the passion of punching to the flesh. He also ignited the blood of fighting and enjoyed the thrill of victory at the moment when his opponent broke out in wailing under the dazzling lights. .

It can be said that for a long time, fighting in the arena is the whole life and even the meaning of Han Dong’s life. After being on the highest stage in the world and seeing the violent aesthetics of blood and sweat from the most ferocious enemy, How could it be possible for him to have any feelings for the soulless fists and legs of these actors who had always been just putting on airs?

However, Jiang Xun was different.

Han Dong finally understood why this man could afford so much praise.

The sharp blade that was shining fiercely was sent flying with a "ding", and it spun and smashed into a small roadside stall in a very graphic parabola.In the desolate frontier besieged city, the killer in black stopped his attack and turned his head. Under the hood lifted by the wind, his cold black pupils stared straight at the expression of the red-clothed swordsman before him when he lost his weapon. .

The male protagonist Pu Jian played by Jiang Xun has the same setting as the Pu Jian played by Fu Heng before, but the two exude completely different auras from the inside out.If Fu Heng's Pu Sword is just as upright and persistent as described in the script, and looks like the most traditional hero in martial arts films, even the color of the costumes is exactly the same as Fu Heng's smoky blue robe. An extreme Jiang Xun, the Pu sword he shaped gives people the feeling that it is a sun that burns to the extreme, swallows all the darkness, and destroys all the metaphors in the script.

Innocent, pure justice to the point of frightening.

This is the scene where Shang Wuyan died in the script.

Both Pujian and him lost their weapons.They faced each other, looking into each other's eyes in the deserted city where the yellow sand was flying and lifeless.In the previous fight between you and me, Shang Wuyan suffered a sword wound on his right shoulder, and the blood gradually soaked the man's black clothes, but the demeanor of this cold-blooded killer never changed.

Pu Jian's hanging hand clenched his fist, and without making the opponent wait too long, he attacked head-on with his bare hands!

In the whole script, only in this scene, Pujian, who is accustomed to using a sword, and Shang Wuyan, who never leaves his dagger, start such a primitive fist fight.There are no props, weapons, or even Wia. The two of them are punching or raising their legs. The movements that should have been slowed down gradually become smooth and intense. In an instant, the two, who could no longer tell whether they were acting or actually fighting each other, relied on the tension in the picture created by their body language to squeeze every inch of the camera lens into a full and full of beauty.

Sun Xiaoxi stared closely at the shadows of the two men who sometimes entangled and sometimes separated on the small screen. For the first time on the scene, he felt the vigorous momentum of an action movie that can only be expressed through post-editing.

Sun Xiaoxi knows how beautiful Han Dong's fists are.Uncle Wei, the martial arts instructor, admires this taciturn man with a limited acting skills because he does have an excellent background and has also worked hard on the expressiveness of the camera.However, Jiang Xun's ability to do this really surprised Sun Xiaoxi.

Jiang Xun knows how to match the camera too well.

Han Dong squatted down and swept his legs, the toe of his shoe barely passed Jiang Xun's chest.The man in a blood-red robe even had enough time to show a look of excitement hidden in astonishment, and his cheeks soaked in thin sweat revealed a trace of innocence belonging to the leading actor Pu Jian.

Han Dong is convinced that Jiang Xun has no fists.The opponent's fists and the leg whips thrown out by using the strength of the waist completely lack the force of restraint and contraction, waiting for the moment of contact to explode.

However, he was also convinced that Jiang Xun didn't need fists and feet. Unlike Han Dong, Jiang Tianwang turned everything he could use into auxiliary expressive power. The arc raised when the camera is on, the slightly trembling eyelashes when hit by the designed action, and the muffled hum that is squeezed out of the throat, even the vibration of the vocal cords is calculated properly, all these details can be captured by the camera , together constitute his incomparable peak-level acting skills.

Sophisticated to terrible acting.

It was just three two-round counter moves, and Han Dong understood the gap between the two.

Jiang Xun is acting with brains, talent and experience, but Han Dong is acting with instinct.

So Jiang Xun can be anyone under the camera, and Han Dong will always be the Han Dong with a cold face and excellent skills.

"You lost." Pu Jian pressed Shang Wuyan to the ground, picked up the sword and pressed it against his neck, showing a childish smile, "If you give up struggling, I won't kill you."

Shang Wuyan didn't speak, he couldn't speak at all.

Huge doubts and anxiety hit Shang Wuyan and Han Dong himself who played the role of the dumb killer at the same time. Han Dong himself, who was bleeding head and blood, the only thing he wanted to say at the moment was three words.

...do not want to lose.

... Don't want to lose, don't want to lose, don't want to lose, don't want to lose, don't want to lose!

The man pulled out a poisoned long needle hidden in the cuff!The finger holding the hidden weapon pierced Pu Jian without hesitation. Half a second before reaching the opponent's forehead, the hand paused convulsively, and then fell down slumped.

The blade around his neck cut his throat.

The entire deserted city was extremely quiet.

"CUT! Passed!"

Han Dong lay on his back on the ground, blinked his sour eyes, and gently rubbed the sticky fake plasma on his neck.Jiang Xun, who was pressing his forearm on his chest, and almost half of his body on him, was first pulled up by the assistant who rushed over. Jiang Tianwang patted the dust on his body, and his face belonged to the male protagonist Pu Jian. That earnest, persistent and eerily innocent expression has been replaced by his usual enthusiasm.

"well enough?"

Han Dong was still lying down, so he lowered his head to talk to him and Jiang Xun suddenly became condescending.Looking from the bottom up, Jiang Xun's face with his back to the sky was swallowed up by the shadows, and Han Dong only felt an unfriendly scrutiny with his intuition.

The other party no longer bothered to hide the unpleasant rejection directed at him.Once out of the acting atmosphere, Jiang Xun's attitude took a turn for the worse.Han Dong should be thankful that Jiang Dashen's character and professionalism are well-known, otherwise, if he encounters the kind of thing that Fu Heng used to tease him, he probably won't be in this malicious circle again. hang in there.

"……fine."

Han Dong replied politely, and stood up with his arms stretched out.Today there is no role for him anymore, but there are still several scenes to be filmed in this rented venue.The man was planning to silently act as the background in the film crew and think about life by the way, but was unexpectedly stopped by Jiang Xun.

"Han Dong," Jiang Xun didn't smile this time.It is rare for him to show such obvious displeasure in front of others, but the various connections between this person in front of him and his beloved junior, as well as the various gaps between the two who can't be called equal at all, made Jiang Xun feel very nervous. The resentment caused by the sense of gap is getting heavier and heavier, almost to the point of being uncontrollable, "I have struggled in this circle for so long, and I can't say that people's eyes are 100% accurate, but there is always a certain basis. You should have also guessed that apart from loathing each other, there shouldn't be any positive impressions between us... Even so, would you like to listen to my advice?"

Jiang Xun's words are really frank and straightforward without embellishment.Before this, Han Dong never imagined that this man with excellent acting skills would still be so frank.After being "disgusted" directly by his love rival, he was asked if he wanted to listen to "advice"... This strange and ominous development left Han Dong at a loss.

...I always feel that after he finished speaking, he was going to stab me to death with a sword. (=_=)

After hesitating again and again, curiosity overcame doubts.Han Dong pursed his lips and nodded cautiously, wanting to hear what Jiang Xun had to say.

Then he regretted it.

I only heard Jiang Dashen, who represents the highest level of the domestic entertainment industry, say: "You quit the entertainment industry, this is not suitable for you."

"..."

Looking at Jiang Xun's earnest expression with slight disgust, Han Dong suddenly felt that the meaning of struggling and twisting in the muddy water of the entertainment circle for so long evaporated completely.

"...Is this revenge?" Han Dong couldn't help blurting out, as if he was dying for himself as an actor.

"Well, it's revenge." Jiang Xun frankly made up the knife, "It's also a fact."

The unreasonable anger firmly grabbed Han Dong's throat. He really wanted to yell at the other party, asking him "What do you know?" "Why do you deny all this?!" After Qu Nanxi was together, he kept hiding in his heart, and the uneasiness that would pop up from time to time to stab him completely broke out, and Han Dong finally discovered his biggest weakness.

He had almost forgotten what victory felt like.

He has lost the ambition to succeed that he had when he stepped into the ring.

"What's more, there's something I've wanted to say for a long time." Once the venom lingering on the tip of his tongue started, Jiang Xun simply let himself spray it out completely, regardless of whether it would corrode or burn anything, "No matter how good your relationship with Nancy is, objectively speaking, you are not worthy of him at all."

Han Dong was speechless.

A certain idea that had been circling in his head when he was in Venice suddenly became extremely clear and strong.

The director called for someone.

The big man stood alone behind the crowd, staring blankly at Jiang Xun, who was surrounded in the center, who was speaking lines with Liu Yisi. What appeared in front of his eyes was Qu Nanxi in the middle of the TV screen, announcing that he was dating a man The appearance when the news of love.

... Can't match it, can't you?

Han Dong's hand hanging by his side was tightly clenched into a fist.

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Han Dong went to City B to film a movie, and Qu Nanxi resumed her life of living alone with a coquettish white-haired Samoyed.

The dishes cooked by the part-time aunt are actually more suitable for Nancy's taste than Han Dong's, but the feeling is always different.Moreover, after leaving Qu's home, Qu Nanxi's symptoms of missing Han Xiaodong became serious.

After inheriting the Xinghuan Group, or after being woken up by a crazy woman smashing a vase, Qu Nanxi has not tried to have such self-doubt and cowardly emotions for a long time.The deep-rooted pride in his character is strongly rejecting the fragile chemical reaction in his emotions. When the two sides wrestle, often unscrupulous madness will prevail.Therefore, these days, whenever Xinghuan's employees meet their President Qu, they have the urge to yell, "The policeman! This is the man!".

The CEO felt that he urgently needed to draw strength from Han Mutou to resist the frustration in his heart after that conversation, as well as the occasional flashes of terrifying and distorted abnormal thoughts.

Even this kind of thinking, to Qu Nanxi, is cowardly and meaningless.

Since the last conversation with her parents broke up, the number of times Mother Qu came to "visit" the Guangmao Building where the Xinghuan Group is located has skyrocketed.

Especially when this wife who loves Cantonese opera, when talking with her son's secretary, Ms. Fang Ruirui, accidentally learned that the girl had experience in performing on stage when she was in high school (even if it was just a trivial New Year's Day performance, and Ruirui who has no background Rui was simply driven to the shelves) After that, Mother Qu spent more time in the office of Xinghuan Group, and her attitude towards Ruirui gradually warmed up to the point where she wished to tie the girl home to recognize her as a daughter.

At first, Ruirui thought narcissistically that maybe she was kind and cute by nature, just to please rich wives?

...Soon, I will become Mrs. Qu's goddaughter, comparable to Nancy's eldest brother and sister, hold a grand Shangde party, formally enter the upper class, enter and exit high-end places, live in a mansion, raise a fan dog, and enter the career New heights, less struggle for 20 years, and by the way, take care of three or two beautiful boys, and reach the pinnacle of life!Extinguish hahahaha! !

Rui Rui put her hips on her hips and laughed.

Immediately afterwards, after Qu's mother intervened in a certain chat and made a seemingly innocuous tentative utterance, Miss Fang Ruirui, who graduated from the journalism department and was particularly sensitive to screening effective information, understood everything.

"Ruirui, look at Nancy, he is talented and successful in his career, how can there be no beautiful girl right?"

...Because he aggressively announced to women all over the country that he had a boyfriend.

The little girl Ruirui's expression suddenly became numb. She looked at Mother Qu silently for a while. After noticing that the well-maintained lady was blinking at her suggestively, Miss Secretary gently raised her right hand and said "PIA ~PIA~" slapped himself twice.