In the dim camera, Anle stood there helplessly holding the medicine box. He opened and closed the metal buckle, holding it tightly in his hand.
"Jiang Ling, your wound needs to be treated."
Jiang Ling looked up at An Le, who had returned to his normal self, and said, "You don't need to worry."
“Crack!”
Director Davy looked at Zhao Cunzhi's eyes on the screen, and his dissatisfaction had spread throughout the set.
"What's wrong with you two? After a few days of vacation, have you even forgotten the script?"
"An Le, where's all that anxiety and caution?" The script depicts An Le as longing for family and love, wanting to escape the oppressive constraints of the gang, away from the hustle and bustle, and live a peaceful and simple life with those close to him. "At this moment, An Le is terrified that Jiang Ling will leave him! What are you acting?"
"Young wife, are you apologizing?"
Davy's sharp comments made the staff on the set burst out laughing, and then it was Zhao Cunzhi's turn.
"And you! And Mr. Zhao!"
"There is only love in your eyes, no hatred!"
Now Jiang Ling is filled with hatred after being deceived by An Le. His hatred for his father who lost everything on gambling and borrowed money has been transferred to everyone in the gang. It turns out that the hatred for An Le is different from his own.
"I don't see the drama in your faces, and neither will the audience!"
"We're acting out deception and reality, not romance!"
After a burst of anger, Davy vowed to return the blow he received from the communicator that day!
While I was busy looking for a venue in Area 2, the two of them were at home being affectionate with each other and doing things that were too embarrassing to talk about!
Davy hummed at them in a nasal voice.
In several moving shots, Zhao Cunzhi and Bu Qingren's ears were red from being taught a lesson.
Unable to refute.
The stimulation of love and the secretion of hormones take away Alpha's rationality.
The Omega, caught in the vortex, found it difficult to control the lustful expression on his face.
Even if they were criticized in public, they still felt a little sweet when both of them were scolded at the same time.
Looking at the two people with glaring eyes, Director Davy became even more angry and pointed at the two actors next to him and said, "I think you don't need to play the male lead and the second male lead anymore, go play their roles!"
Puhe and Jingeye are supporting characters in the movie "Dark". Puhe is a gangster and Jingeye is an orphan he adopted. They contributed many restricted shots in the movie.
Bu Qingren remained noncommittal and said to the director, "Director, I'm willing to dedicate myself to art, but I don't know if Senior Zhao is willing to act in such a large-scale scene with me."
Davy rolled his eyes at him, "He's willing to act, but I'm not!"
The assistant director quickly raised his hand to indicate his willingness.
The other staff members on the set and the two male actors joined in the commotion, saying they wanted to watch it live.
Alpha coughed and turned to face the director: "One more take, promise!"
The lamb laughed out loud: "It seems that Senior Zhao is not very willing to devote himself to art!"
Actor Zhao's face flushed slightly. He suppressed his anger and glared at him. He then leaned closer and warned him slowly, "If you want to take pictures, we can go back and take them slowly."
"'Dark' Scene 40, three takes, three times! Action!"
Anle's home is depressing and deserted.
In order to make the shot look more realistic, Bu Qingren did not wear any makeup except for her long hair.
In the high-definition monitor, An Le's facial features were smooth and clear, and one could clearly see his curled eyelashes, overlapping each other. Looking at Jiang Ling's wound, his eyes were filled with suppressed concern. He spoke with difficulty, "Apply the medicine first."
Even if you don't want to talk to him, that's okay.
Jiang Ling's anger had not subsided, and his lips were pressed down into a straight line.
Looking at An Le, who was full of the temperament of a pretty boy, he asked, "You still want to lie to me?"
"No..." An Le opened the metal buckle of the medicine box again. Before he finished speaking, he stepped forward to apply the medicine to Jiang Ling. The two figures approached directly. "Anything you want to know, I can answer."
The bruises that were touched began to hurt.
His body was stiff and motionless, but he did not reject Anler's actions.
"On the back, too."
Anle gently lifted the clothes on Jiang Ling's back.
The moving lights on the set shone down along the track, and the stacked cloth was picked up by hands, revealing the wound on the back.
“Push!”
In the close-up shot, the ointment applied on the back was slowly rubbed out, and the two people did not speak under the flashing lights.
The touch on his back was almost imperceptible, and the bruises were rubbed by An Le, causing Jiang Ling to take a deep breath in pain.
"Does it hurt? Bear with it. The blood clots must be rubbed out, otherwise it won't go away."
There were no windows for ventilation in the room, and the stuffy environment made any sound even more amplified. Jiang Ling recalled the first time they met, when he was the one who brought An Le back and personally lifted up his clothes to apply medicine to him.
The lies between them go far beyond this.
The wounds on my back were caused by being kicked by those gangsters, and they are all bruised for the sake of authenticity.
"Lights! Ready!"
The incandescent lights floating around began to go out, and the shadows of the two people pressed together gradually dimmed and the edges began to blur.
The camera switches from shadows to real people.
The transition of these frames goes from virtual to real, and the language of the lens outlines the cruelty that we have to face.
"What's your connection to the gang? Why did you get hurt and ask me to take you home?"
Anle spoke with difficulty: "My father was a gang thug. After he was beaten to death by the Union Police Department, I was adopted by my adoptive father and lived in the Dark Market."
"I wanted to leave the gang that day, but I didn't expect to be beaten by the police station and meet you."
"I don't have any intention of deceiving you. I just don't want you to know about my relationship with the gang. After all, you hate us."
Anle stopped what he was doing while explaining step by step.
Looking at Jiang Ling who was looking down, he said:
"I want to get away from my old life and don't want to have anything to do with gangs anymore."
When Jiang Ling heard this, his pupils suddenly shrank.
The camera was facing his hands, and Anle seemed to be accusing his behavior of being the murderer who forced him back into the quagmire, with his curled fingers clenching the clothes on his legs.
Jiang Ling tried hard to recall the victims harmed by the dark market. He felt a little guilty and didn't know how to respond to An Le's words.
"Crack! Pass!"
Davy nodded in approval of this long take.
During the playback, we were still discussing how to reshoot the close-up shots.
There was no protective shield on the set this time.
Because this is deep in the Motos gambling area, the terminal's reception signal is intermittent.
Omega looked up and saw a narrow crack in the sky. The funnel-like building had no other advantages except safety.
It's not ventilated or bright.
It's amazing that Director Davy could find architectural features that match the dark market in such a short time.
A scent of oppressive pheromones from a carnivorous species wafted over from outside, and a strong fishy smell assaulted Little O on the set.
This is the depths of the sprawling Motos gambling district.
Wanton oppression.
If the film schedule wasn't so tight, they wouldn't have filmed in such a situation where the working environment couldn't be guaranteed to be safe.
Pheromones continued to come from outside, and Zhao Cunzhi also felt the meaning of Alpha's attack.
After tearing off the suppression sticker, the Lion King's 5S-level racial suppression power was released, shocking the commotion outside.
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