Chapter 119
It's hard to describe Ying Zhisheng's crying scene. Dong Chi and Lou Sheng discussed and thoughtfully prepared eye drops, which was a helpless move when he really couldn't cry anymore.
"Do you think Ying Zhisheng can shoot well?" Dong Chi was worried. Sometimes, if he held the stool forcibly, he would get constipated. It would be very uncomfortable if he couldn't squeeze it out, and it would come out in a lump.
Lou Sheng was puzzled: "You ask me? I don't know how to make a movie."
"It was you who insisted on forcing Ying Zhisheng into my crew."
"It really can't work." Lou Sheng couldn't help but feel guilty, his eyes wandering, "Let Ying Zhisheng write a few more songs for the movie as compensation."
“From ancient times, bad movies have produced great hits.”
"Then break this rule! I'm counting on you!"
Dong Chi's team tailored the script specifically for Ying Zhisheng, incorporating some of the protagonist's own experiences. Who could have imagined that Ying Zhisheng was such a blockhead, his smirks faked, his bitter smiles faked, his self-deprecating smiles faked, the way his lips curved and the few teeth he showed were all copied and pasted, identical.
I have to break down the script and the emotions and tell him about it.
However, when it comes to secret love, Ying Zhisheng performed exceptionally well, probably because of his experience.
Assistant Tao had filled out the coffee order address at the crew next door, and dragged Uncle Cheng Zhi over to pick it up. Speaking of which, it was embarrassing. Everyone in the crew next door was already drinking, so going over there would seem so stingy.
Assistant Tao has been absent-minded recently and even pressed the wrong floor in the elevator this morning.
Assistant Tao carefully pulled the coffee onto a flatbed cart, fearing it would tip over and spill if it bumped. Lou Sheng, eager to watch the action, asked, "Do you want me to help you?"
Assistant Tao regretted, "I should have asked Lou Sheng at the time and told him to tell Brother Sheng that they didn't want any of it and to buy new ones. It would have saved me so much trouble."
Uncle Cheng Zhi was sweating profusely and breathing heavily. He felt bad, "What a waste of money! These coffees cost less than ten thousand yuan."
"Brother Sheng has tons of money. You didn't see him spend so much money without blinking an eye when he paid Yu Gengshi. He spent tens of millions on Zhang Kaifa. Oh my god, I'll never earn that much in my entire life!"
Cheng Zhi chose a cup of coffee and said slowly: "If you can write something like "Sheng Zhong Qing" or "Kuai An Guang", you can also become rich and become a boss."
"Hey, hey, hey—" Assistant Tao stopped him with a frown, "Don't take the wrong one. Ten of the cups are for Lou Sheng. I have to offer him a sacrifice later. You know how hard it is to work these days? I have to work in both the Yin and Yang realms."
Lou Sheng had been quietly listening to their conversation, but was surprised when he heard this: "And mine? Four or ten?"
"Ten cups." Assistant Tao breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that Uncle Cheng Zhi had picked the right one. "Brother Sheng said it was your favorite drink. Over two hundred a cup is damn expensive. He said you should do me a favor and you can share the extra with the other ghosts. By the way, Lou Sheng, have you seen Zhenzhen recently?"
Having said so much, I still want to ask what I want to ask.
Lou Sheng was in a good mood and replied, "I have seen him."
Assistant Tao's eyes lit up, and he said hesitantly, "Zhenzhen and I didn't reach an agreement last time. I said the wrong thing. Can you tell her that we can go back to the wedding room tomorrow night and talk again?"
Lou Sheng hummed a few lines of the song and told him, "No."
"Lou Sheng, please help me. Zhenzhen is her." After making a ghost sound with his mouth, Assistant Tao continued with a gloomy face, "Unless she shows up, I can't find her. We've been dating online for six years and just got married this year. We still have feelings for each other!"
Zhenzi is his good colleague. She and Lou Sheng share the same interests and get along well. They also have a touching friendship as they have covered shifts many times. Assistant Tao is his part-time breeder. She is responsible for feeding the ghosts when Ying Zhisheng is too busy, and has also fed Lou Sheng blood in a righteous way.
So Lou Shengzhan Zhenzi.
Lou Sheng looked at Assistant Tao for a while, and seeing that his eyes were red and his face was sincere, he still didn't agree. He just said, "Let's see if there is a chance to meet him."
After that, the ghost got bored and, with his partner's permission, wandered around the set. He encountered a young actor in love, caught the producer having affairs, and heard two boys talking bad about Ying Zhisheng behind his back while drinking coffee.
"Guess how many people have reserved Ying Zhisheng's new album for pre-order?"
"How many?"
"It's exceeded 10 million on a single platform, breaking records across all platforms."
"Isn't he plagiarizing? I remember all his songs were written by his father."
"He's just a pretty boy. If he were more handsome, this matter would be over."
"Hiss, why do I feel like I can't breathe?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the man fell off the bench with a thud, as if he had seen a ghost. He fell on his butt and couldn't stand up for a long time.
The friend asked in horror, "What's wrong with you?"
The man was speechless.
Zhao Wu came over with a loud speaker in hand and scolded them, "I've been calling out to you guys for ages about where the extras are, and you two are acting like deaf people! I told you the crew has costumes, don't bring your own! Look at what you're wearing, do you think this is what college students wear?!"
The person sitting on the ground couldn't stand up and could only look at Zhao Wu helplessly.
Zhao Wu's face darkened. "Why, am I not even worthy of you standing up and having an equal dialogue?"
The man couldn't express his pain and couldn't move.
Lou Sheng pulled the man's hair, and he screamed. Zhao Wu was so frightened by this sudden incident that he didn't know what to do and started calling Dong Chi.
At this time, Lou Sheng slipped away. Sometimes it was quite fun to act like a ghost and play pranks.
There are many lights and people in this place of the crew.
Lou Sheng was squatting in the corner waiting for Ying Zhisheng to start acting when he was suddenly patted on the shoulder. Without even turning his head, he said, "I'm busy..."
Looking back, I saw Zhang Kaifa's face.
"I, I...you! You..." Lou Sheng was incoherent. He knew that Zhang Kaifa had escaped from the detention center. The last time he reported this to Chen Ji, Chen Ji seemed to have a mental illness and insisted that it was Lou Sheng's hallucination, swearing that it was impossible.
It's impossible, everyone is right in front of him!
Lou Sheng looked at Zhang Kaifa warily, "Why are you always following me? How come your after-sales service is so comprehensive?"
Zhang Kaifa grinned, "Long time no see, you've become a ghost messenger, Lou Sheng."
The most horrifying thing is that Zhang Kaifa is clearly restricted and has nothing to do with Lou Sheng's life, but he can always accurately tell what happened to Lou Sheng.
His intuition told him that this development was not purely for good purpose and was malicious.
"How did you get out?" Lou Sheng really wanted to curse the arrogant Chen Ji. What a fate a ghost would have if it fell into the hands of a Taoist priest. He even considered whether he should take the initiative and kill Zhang Kaifa.
The other party spoke, slowly and leisurely: "Don't be afraid of me. Your merits are given by me. You should be grateful to me."
"I came down the mountain at the age of seventeen with the goal of saving the world. I have helped countless people and souls without charging a penny. My merits are immeasurable, and I will become a god sooner or later!" When Zhang Kaifa said this, a strong light flashed in his eyes and he chuckled.
Be proud, be proud of who you were.
Lou Sheng stared at him, then looked down and said calmly, "There's no friendship or interest between us. Why would you help me?"
Zhang Kaifa scratched his ear and said with a smile, "For Liu Qing."
At this time, Dong Chi was arranging the positions and checking the scene layout. Ying Zhisheng appeared, walked over with a solemn expression, and looked around, obviously looking for someone.
Lou Sheng whistled at Ying Zhisheng, and when he turned around, Zhang Kaifa was gone.
“…”
In fact, Lou Sheng noticed that there was no trace of Zhang Kaifa who had just appeared. It was likely that he had not escaped the control of the special investigation office.
This Taoist priest is really crazy. He came over just to scare Lou Sheng into saying something more.
Lou Sheng waved to Ying Zhisheng and said hello, thinking that maybe Zhang Kaifa was too lonely in the detention center.
——
Tears.
In reality, Ying Zhisheng rarely cried. He practiced day after day, never complaining of fatigue or pain, until a giant blister formed on his finger. He didn't know how to pick it off, but even after a layer of skin had been shed, his father still coldly ordered, "Go practice, go!"
His tears were not pitied, so there was no point in crying.
Later, Ying Zhisheng yearned to become a strong man. Subconsciously, he believed that the strong needed no tears, and all hardships were stepping stones to his ever-increasing heights. He received countless flowers and applause, and wherever he went, he was in the spotlight, his own. Praise, admiration, and love poured in. He shot to fame at the age of fourteen, and by seventeen, he was a legend in the music world. He considered himself powerful.
Lou Sheng's presence easily broke through all his hard shells, pierced his soft inner core, and controlled his soul. The sad and ridiculous thing was that this was not Lou Sheng's original intention; it was an unintentional act from beginning to end.
Ying Zhisheng couldn't cry. Looking at the dozen or so cameras and lighting boards, he wasn't someone who liked to express his emotions in front of others.
"Dong Chi is going to be pissed off by you."
Lou Sheng came over and lay on his back. Ying Zhisheng thought that this was a ghost that would haunt him forever.
In horror stories, don’t ghosts always haunt people until they die? He hoped that Lou Sheng would be like that too, not letting him go even after he died.
Lou Sheng jumped off him again, which made Ying Zhisheng feel empty.
"Dong Chi said his dog can act better than you. I said I didn't believe it, so he told me to come over and cheer you on and enlighten you."
The boy's eyes were red, and when he smiled, his peach blossom eyes sparkled with passion. Ying Zhisheng's Adam's apple rolled, and he raised his hand to touch the corner of his eye, but Lou Sheng held his hand to stop him from making any strange movements.
"Are you trying to be on the trending search again? What's so good about that? If you can't cry during the filming, I'll blow cold air on your eyes. You'll definitely burst into tears."
Ying Zhisheng continued to stare at him and whispered, "You are different from other ghosts."
Being different from those thin and transparent ghosts, Ying Zhisheng felt a sense of accomplishment.
As soon as he said this, Lou Sheng thought of the mess that happened last night. He held his forehead and sighed, feeling that he had been ruined by Ying Zhisheng.
"Keep taking pictures. If you take good pictures, I'll hold you while you sleep tonight."
It is so scary to see a ghost holding a person while sleeping, but this condition has some irresistible temptation for Ying Zhisheng.
Dong Chi glanced at some old photos of him and Lou Sheng and the others, suppressing his anger. He held a cigarette in his mouth, already worn out, and took the intercom to start the meeting.
'Single Path' bumped into someone while carrying a bag, said sorry indifferently, picked up the mineral water bottle on the ground and threw it into the trash can, then put on a forced smile.
This performance is like being possessed by a ghost.
Dong Chi closed his eyes, gave up his artistic pursuit, and said, "Continue."
Ying Zhisheng followed the camera's position and the direction to the front of the building. This was a scene with intense emotional conflict. In the script, the person he secretly loved was pushed down the stairs and died, thus starting his road to revenge.
Ying Zhisheng was very clear that he and Shan Tu were two different people. How could a person made of words be compared to a person made of flesh and blood? So he chose to watch everything happen with a cold eye...
silence.
Because he's going to speak his lines.
Ying Zhisheng smiled as he thought of Lou Sheng wanting to hold him while he slept tonight. Then, as he came to his senses, a dark figure passed by and a heavy object fell to the ground with a thud.
In the blink of an eye, every second, his brain was buzzing and he could not see anything clearly.
The one that fell to the ground was the dummy, not Lou Sheng.
He felt cold all over and was swallowing his saliva frantically. His eardrums were about to be pierced by the sound of his rapidly beating heart, making him deaf.
Maybe he is deaf and he can't hear anything.
This is a dummy, not Lou Sheng, Ying Zhisheng said to himself again, his fingers trembling so he clenched his fists and hid them in his pockets.
Lou Sheng wasn't like that. There was a lot of blood, and a lot of people were watching and whispering...
No, don't do this.
Don't jump.
Did someone push you down? No, it wasn’t Lou Sheng.
Lou Sheng’s blood...why is it so cold?
Ying Zhisheng looked down at his hands and blinked, as if he saw his hands covered in blood.
“How could it be…”
——Dan Tu was at a loss, muttering to himself: How could it be
"Impossible, this isn't him."
——The world of one-way travel suddenly became dark, and I consoled myself: This is impossible, it won’t happen!
"Save him... Save him, save him! Ahhhh! No, why! I fell down, how could I fall down again!" Ying Zhisheng squatted on the ground with his face covered. He had a splitting headache and a confused mind. He couldn't distinguish between reality and illusion, past and present. Tears seeped into his palms and he couldn't hide his pain.
"Save him! Why don't you move? If you don't help him, I'll kill you!"
"Where's the ambulance? Is there anyone who knows how to stop the bleeding? See, it's still bleeding! Hurry up, don't be so indifferent... No, this is not the case." His voice was almost hoarse, his face was flushed and veins were popping, and his eyes were dazed and tears were constantly flowing.
Ying Zhisheng slammed his head hard, tears streaming down his face. "I was waiting for him today, downstairs at his office. Yes, this is fake! The words I wrote on my palm are gone. I wrote down exactly what I was going to say when we meet, and now that they're gone, it must be fake!"
"Lou Sheng! Lou Sheng! Where are you? Are you scared?" He lost his way, immersed in the pain of the past and unable to get out. He was like a blind man, unable to see anything, only the figure of a person falling from above repeated again and again.
There was a cool touch on his face, wiping his tears.
An unknown amount of time passed before Ying Zhisheng regained consciousness and found himself tightly embraced by Lou Sheng. Looking around, there were cameras, fill lights, butterfly cloths, filters, warning signs, staff, extras...
Ying Zhisheng closed his eyes tiredly and asked in a hoarse voice, "Were you scared when that dummy fell just now?"
Lou Sheng gritted his teeth and trembled: "You're going to scare me to death!"
Dong Chi, on the other end, replayed the clip he had just recorded over and over again. He was so disbelieving that his cigarette dropped from his mouth as he stared blankly, "I think this performance... deserves an award."
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