Yu Qinghuan's penultimate scene was finally filmed on the afternoon of the next day.
Although Fang Zhongxi's complexion was still not good, he still gritted his teeth and persevered. Liu Jiaan played the footage on the monitor in reverse and seeing that there were no flaws, he indicated that there was no need to reshoot the shot.
At this point, Yu Qinghuan’s role in “Life and Death Line” only has the last scene left.
"Qinghuan, don't leave later." Liu Jiaan moved his gaze from the screen to Yu Qinghuan and said with a smile, "Strike while the iron is hot. We will also shoot your last scene later. What do you think?"
"No problem." Yu Qinghuan nodded, "I've been ready for a long time."
Liu Jiaan was happy to hear that. "Okay, then go change your clothes." Then he turned to the props team and asked, "Are the plasma and guns ready? Check them one last time."
Liu Jiaan has always been striving for perfection when making movies.
No suitable script? No shooting!
The cast is not suitable? No shooting!
The clothing production is not to his liking? Not taking any pictures either!
Even the props in the crew strive to be realistic. The pistol that will be used in the filming later is the real thing that he got through various channels, but there are no bullets in it.
"Qinghuan, come here," seeing that Liu Jiaan wasn't paying attention, Yu Xin secretly ran to the set, pulled Yu Qinghuan aside, took out two warm packs from behind and handed them to him, "You'll be lying on the ground for a long time later, put these on your waist, otherwise you'll catch a cold."
"It's okay," Yu Qinghuan shook his head and didn't reach out to take it. "It's not that cold today, so this is fine for me."
The lens is the clearest magic mirror in the world. On the big screen, any slight flaw in your body will be magnified infinitely. Although the warm baby is light and small, Yu Qinghuan's costume is just a thin shirt and a white coat. If the shape of the warm baby is revealed, or her waist looks bloated, that would definitely not be acceptable.
"You are so stubborn." Yu Xin couldn't persuade him, so he had to put away the hot pack and cursed him with a sigh.
As an artist, he seems to be free and easy, but in fact he is very responsible. Whatever work is assigned to him, no matter how big or small, he will complete it with all his heart and will never make any concessions.
Let’s not talk about anything else, just talk about the issue of hot packs. When he didn't see what was going on, even Zhao Qingyuan had several of them stuck on his body, and Liu Jiaan simply turned a blind eye to it. But Yu Qinghuan was stubborn and refused to use it.
Logically speaking, a star agent would definitely like such a person, but the relationship between Yu Xin and Yu Qinghuan is more than just a working relationship. Putting aside the roles of agent and artist, they are still good friends.
In the middle of winter, Yu Qinghuan was filming in the cold wind wearing only a thin shirt. How could Yu Xin bear it? If possible, I would like to go up and take his place. After all, he has fat body and can keep out the cold.
Yu Xin sighed again, glanced at Yu Qinghuan who was reading the script hurriedly, and felt very distressed.
Which young person in his early twenties doesn't love to laugh and make noises? But the one in this family is so self-disciplined that he doesn't have a single worldly air. When I have nothing to do, I either read a book or hone my acting skills in front of the camera. I don’t even check Weibo.
The only time he looked a little more lively was when Zhao Qingyuan came.
So even though Yu Qinghuan was always rumored to be having an affair with Zhao Qingyuan, Yu Xin did not stop them from interacting with each other. I just hope that he can be more cheerful under Zhao Qingyuan's encouragement.
While Yu Xin was thinking about this, the set had already started to clear out. Seeing this, Yu Qinghuan took off her down jacket and handed it to him, then adjusted her costume and walked over.
"Qinghuan," Liu Jiaan came over to explain the scene to him, "The key to this scene lies in your eyes. I will give you a close-up shot, and you must show the fear and despair of being on the verge of death."
After a pause, seeing Yu Qinghuan nod, he continued, "But this alone is not enough. Ye Sheng died to save a little girl. You also need to show the joy that even death cannot erase after discovering that you have successfully rescued someone."
"I see." Yu Qinghuan nodded thoughtfully. Instead of letting Liu Jiaan start immediately, he said, "Let me think about it first."
"Can."
I'm afraid no one knows more about death than Yu Qinghuan, but he really doesn't have the despair of being on the verge of death.
Yu Qinghuan always felt that his death in his previous life was very dramatic. At that time, he went to Zishan Villa to look at houses and wanted to buy a villa there to live in during his retirement. Although he was disguised, he was still recognized by the sales staff, so he was not able to escape from the sales office until the evening of the same day.
Unfortunately, it happened to rain heavily.
The parking lot was some distance away from the sales office, and even though he brought an umbrella, he was immediately soaked. Yu Qinghuan was about to throw away the umbrella and run directly to the basement when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a person diagonally in front of him, walking straight into the manhole which had no cover.
Manholes are the most dangerous places during heavy rain, and one can die if one is not careful.
Yu Qinghuan was startled and shouted, "Be careful." Without thinking, he rushed over to pull him.
Unexpectedly, the man felt the external force coming from behind and reflexively dodged to the side. Yu Qinghuan was running too fast, and the road was slippery due to the rain. He failed to brake in time and fell directly into a manhole. When he woke up, his life had started all over again.
His death happened when he was not even aware of it. It was as simple as drinking water or sleeping. It passed easily.
But Ye Sheng’s death is different. It is a relatively important segment in "Life and Death", and Liu Jiaan will definitely be more strict with him. If the performance doesn't achieve the desired effect, Liu Jiaan will never approve it.
That kind of extreme despair cannot be portrayed simply through acting.
Then... that's the only thing left.
The darkest and most desperate thing in his life, the thing he was unwilling to recall even after decades or two lifetimes...
"Qinghuan, are you ready?" Liu Jiaan rubbed his hands in the cold wind and shouted over here.
"Okay." Yu Qinghuan nodded, took a deep breath, and walked under the light.
The other actors had already taken their positions. As soon as Yu Qinghuan found his position, Liu Jiaan couldn't wait to shout, "Begin!"
It was another battle filled with smoke. Ye Sheng stood in the safe zone, looking outside anxiously. Where the stray bullets were flying, stood a little girl with tear marks on her face. She seemed to have been frightened by the incoming bullets and didn't even dare to move.
"Come back! Come back soon!" Ye Sheng clenched his fists tightly and shouted at the little girl in the local language.
Unfortunately, the sound of artillery fire outside was too loud, and even though he used the highest volume, his voice could not reach the little girl's ears.
what to do? what to do?
Ye Sheng was so anxious that he was spinning around. He was a doctor and he couldn't bear to watch a life disappear in front of him, let alone that it was just a little girl who was about five or six years old. But bullets have no eyes. How can he get out to save people? What if he loses his own life?
To save or not to save? A fierce struggle broke out in Ye Sheng's heart.
Until a deafening explosion reached his ears, Ye Sheng finally couldn't bear it anymore. He pulled the Jade Guanyin off his neck and held it in his palm. He gritted his teeth and rushed out. He picked up the frightened child as fast as he could, turned around and ran.
The artillery fire behind him was still roaring, almost breaking Ye Sheng's eardrums, but his heart was filled with joy.
His choice was correct. Not only did he successfully rescue the little girl, he also escaped.
That’s great, that’s great.
When he returns, he will definitely talk to his parents about this matter. He is no longer the naive and immature young man, and he can become their pride.
Ye Sheng raised the corner of his lips, and just as one foot stepped into the safe zone, a bullet whizzed from behind, passed through his back and hit his chest.
At this moment, the camera instantly zoomed in, and Liu Jiaan stared at the monitor, his eyes fixed on Yu Qinghuan's face without even blinking.
The moment the blood bag burst on his chest, Yu Qinghuan's eyes were instantly filled with despair and pain.
The memory that he had never dared to touch, took this opportunity to unfold in his mind bit by bit.
His parents died in a car accident on the way to town to buy him a desk. They died on the spot and there was no chance of rescue.
Acquaintances in the village said that his parents loved him and did this last thing for him before they passed away.
The family is already poor. If both of them are admitted to the hospital, where will the medical expenses come from? What should I do with the children? Rather than letting the child suffer and despair, it is better to die immediately, put an end to it all, and not leave any burden for the child.
Yu Qinghuan will never forget that the day before his parents passed away, his mother looked at him with a smile on her face and said, "Our Qinghuan is the smartest child in the area. He will definitely go to a good university in the future and let his parents enjoy a good life with him. How can a college student not even have a desk?"
That day, he was excited the whole night. The next day, after his parents left, he moved a small stool and sat happily waiting at the gate. He imagined countless scenes of what he would have after he had a desk, and even thought about what to put on it.
However, he never got to his desk.
The two people who loved him the most in the world left him in such a tragic way without even saying goodbye to him, leaving him alone in this world, lonely and desperate.
The moment he hugged the little girl, Yu Qinghuan knew that he was acting, but he couldn't help but keep thinking, how nice it would be if it was just like this movie. At the moment before the accident, he would definitely rush out like Ye Sheng to save his parents, even if the price was his own life.
All the thoughts flashed through my mind, but the effect on the screen was amazing.
Liu Jiaan was almost shocked by the despair and pain in his eyes. He didn't come back to his senses until Yu Qinghuan changed his mood. It was only when Jiang Qi poked him that he reacted and shouted, "Cut!"
He couldn't bear to take his eyes off the monitor, replaying Yu Qinghuan's performance over and over again, muttering excitedly: "Great! Really great! That's it! This is the effect I want!"
The reason why this scene was filmed in advance was actually that he wanted Yu Qinghuan to give it a try and get a feel for it. Unexpectedly, Yu Qinghuan gave him such a big surprise.
"Qinghuan--" He called Yu Qinghuan, wanting him to come over and praise him, but when he raised his head and looked at the set, he was stunned.
The scene was over, and the extras were leaving one after another. The prop master had even started to pack up the props, but Yu Qinghuan raised his arms to cover his eyes and lay there on his back, motionless.
Liu Jiaan felt something was wrong and just wanted to go over to take a look, but Yu Xin had already run over, "Qinghuan, are you stupid? Hurry up and get up! You are lying on the ground in such a cold weather, are you trying to catch a cold?"
Yu Qinghuan didn't move, still maintaining the same posture as before.
"Qing Huan?" Yu Xin stretched out his hand and pushed him. Just as he was about to say something, a suppressed sob suddenly reached his ears. He was startled, "Are you crying?"
"I'm fine." Yu Qinghuan's voice was muffled and nasal, sounding like he was trying hard to suppress something, "I just got a little too deep into the role."
Yu Xin heaved a sigh of relief and kicked him lightly, "You scared me to death, I thought something happened to you. Light it up quickly!"
"Brother, don't touch me." Yu Qinghuan's tears soaked the cloth on her arms. The wind blew, and it was cold and chilly. "Let me stay here for a while."
Yu Xin had no choice but to put his down jacket on him and sit beside him waiting for him.
By the time Yu Qinghuan finally recovered, half an hour had passed.
Several acquaintances from the crew congratulated him on the completion of the filming and couldn't help but make a few jokes.
"Xiao Yu was so devoted that she cried at the end."
"Hey, Qinghuan, this is not good. Being too immersed in the role may affect your mental state. You should relax more when you go back."
"Qinghuan, why are you so embarrassing? Hahahaha, you're crying."
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Yu Qinghuan nodded and accepted their teasing with a smile. Apart from his still red and swollen eyes, there was nothing wrong.
Because Liu Jiaan was going to hold a wrap party for him the next day, Yu Qinghuan did not go home after filming and still stayed in the crew's hotel.
He didn't know if it was because he had just vented his anger, but he felt like he had no strength in his whole body and his head felt like it was going to split open. After entering the room, he quickly took a shower and went to bed.
Yu Xin came over to discuss the future arrangements with him. He called him several times, but he didn't respond. Then he realized that something was wrong. I reached out and touched his forehead, it was burning hot.
I don’t know how long he had a fever. He was dizzy and couldn’t wake up no matter how we called him. Yu Xin was so frightened that he quickly found Zhao Qingyuan and helped him to send Yu Qinghuan to the hospital.
Although Yu Qinghuan was confused, he knew that he was sick. In the car, he barely opened his eyes and apologized to Yu Xin, "Brother, I'm sorry to bother you."
Even at this time, we still remember basic courtesy. Yu Xin was so distressed that he said unhappily, "Just shut up and have a good rest."
The location of the crew was too remote. When they arrived, Yu Qinghuan had a fever and was unconscious. He didn't even react when the nurse gave him an IV drip.
"Oh," Yu Xin sighed. Just as he was about to say something to Zhao Qingyuan, Yu Qinghuan's cell phone rang. He picked it up and saw it was Huo Qu. He didn't dare to refuse the call. He could only press the answer button and told him about Yu Qinghuan's situation.
Unexpectedly, when Huo Qu heard that Yu Qinghuan was ill, he immediately expressed his willingness to come over.
When Yu Xin knew his situation, he was immediately overwhelmed, but under Huo Qu's questioning, he dared not hide the ward number. After hanging up the phone, he could only call Huo Rong again and explain the situation.
When Huo Rong sent Huo Qu to the hospital, Zhao Qingyuan had just returned, and Yu Xin went out to get hot water.
When Huo Qu pushed open the door, he saw that the ward was empty. Only Yu Qinghuan was lying on the bed, with a feverish face and a right hand wrapped in medical tape. He looked lonely and pitiful.
Huo Qu's heart suddenly felt like it was pricked by a needle and it hurt so much. He walked over gently, sat down at the head of the bed, and his eyes fell on Yu Qinghuan's face.
Yu Qinghuan has a cold personality and is very quiet when he is sick. He just lies there obediently, like a pitiful stray cat.
"Qinghuan," Huo Qu leaned over with red eyes and was about to say something, but suddenly, Yu Qinghuan, who had her eyes tightly closed, called out softly, "Mom."
At that moment, a huge sadness suddenly surged out from the bottom of his heart, drowning Huo Qu in it like a tidal wave.
In his twenty-plus years of life, he had never tried to understand other people's emotions. But at this moment, Huo Qu wanted to get into Yu Qinghuan's mind to see what he was thinking that made him so painful and helpless.
I want to protect Qinghuan. I want him to be happy forever and never make me feel so sorry for him like he is now.
A thought suddenly came to my mind and lingered in my mind. Huo Qu suddenly realized that Qinghuan could also be weak and need his help.
And I must become strong and protect him!
"Qinghuan," Huo Qu held back the tears in his eyes, leaned down, carefully avoided the hand of Yu Qinghuan who was receiving the IV drip, hugged him through the quilt, gently put his face on Yu Qinghuan's hot cheek, and said word by word, seriously: "Don't be sad, Qinghuan, I'm here, I'm here."
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