novellhall Chapter 13 Look at the heroic death of others
Chapter 13 Look at the heroic death of others
Chapter 13 Look at the heroic death of others
In the northern April day, the cold is still there, the bleak wind blows in the barren suburbs, and the grass and trees are swaying.
Ye Qin stood upright, maintaining a military posture, listening to Sun Honglei's lectures.
In this scene, Yang Liqing was training the team before the Northern Expedition. At this time, he was still a pure soldier like Fan Xiliang.
What doctrine, what business, he only obeys orders.
"What's the matter, are you going to help it fight?"
Sun Honglei held a stack of thickly bundled love letters in his hand, all of which were found in Ye Qin's luggage.
Ye Qin controlled his eyelids and lowered his eyebrows shyly, just like a teacher reading a love letter he wrote aloud in front of the whole class.
The side-by-side Qun Te continued: "Xiao Haixing, know a woman, know the words and hyphenation, and pass the book by the geese!"
The other group performers laughed along, how harsh the laughter sounded.
"It's all dealt with before departure. The two kilograms of load can be freed up, and you can carry [-] more bullets."
Ye Qin plays the role of a young intellectual, who cherishes young and ignorant love and deals with love letters. Isn't he destroying his love!
"But the platoon leader."
He wanted to fight again, but Sun Honglei suddenly raised his voice and said in an unquestionable tone, "But what, what!"
"You and I are all working hard to do something sour."
Adapted to Liu Huaqiang's style in military uniforms, Ye Qin felt that Sun Honglei's role as a soldier was pleasing to the eye, especially when he gave instructions with a straight face.
I saw him take a circle in the front row, then walked up to him and asked, "What are you going to do with it?"
"Shoot it!" Ye Qin gritted his teeth, like a young man who vowed to regain his face.
"Good idea." Sun Honglei's online teaching, how to make expressions freely retractable, natural, reasonable and reasonable. "If you want to come back to see her alive, you have to shoot Love."
Ye Qin looked straight ahead, determined and stubborn, and shouted: "Yes, shoot love!"
"It's all there, shoot love." Sun Honglei glanced around.
"Shoot love."
With the group performance including Ye Qin, the voices were uneven, and the front and back did not match.
"Shoot love!" Sun Honglei roared.
"Shoot love!" Ye Qin added in his heart, a woman will only affect the speed at which I draw my gun.
"Rest, let's have dinner!" The director team said.
"Oh, the filming is finally over, let's go and eat."
The lineup that had just been lined up immediately became scattered.
Ye Qin untied the restraint on his neck and let out a long sigh of relief. His special drama was almost finished, and he had no chance to show his face again. The next thing was to do miscellaneous group specials.
"Hey, your name is Ye Qin, right?"
Suddenly, a handsome young man with short hair jumped out and took out a poster of "Hidden" from his bag, which was signed "Sun Honglei" impressively.
Ye Qin was stunned, saw Sun Honglei's male assistant frowning, and hurriedly explained: "Don't get me wrong, I never thought that Brother Honglei would sign this poster, what a surprise!"
The male assistant's face was calm, but he was not surprised, it was Sun Honglei's signature.
One of the most popular actors at this time, why did "Human World" hire Sun Honglei, because he has acting skills on the basis of popular reputation!
As if Ye Qin had obtained a treasure, he carefully rolled it up and saw the bottom of the signature, with a small line attached: "I wish Ye Qin a bright future and look forward to the future."
Huh, no wonder they say that Sun Honglei has high emotional intelligence.
Look, signatures are not just handled casually. A word of blessing makes this friendship even more heavy. For ordinary people, they would have already accepted their heads and worshiped:
Brother, we will be half-brothers from now on.
"Thank you Brother Honglei for me."
Ye Qin gratefully accepted the gift and was overjoyed.
Now "Latent" is just an announcement of film and television posters, and it has not yet premiered. When the real hit shows the latent fever, this one of his is the only one.
His brows couldn't close with laughter, he walked slowly to the team to receive the meal, only to hear the noisy complaining from the leader in front.
"Director, your lunch box is too unpalatable, are you trying to make us lose weight!"
The group performers in the team opened their heads and probed their heads, and Ye Qin's melon-eating attributes were also bursting, so he stood on tiptoe and looked.
This time he won't admit his mistake when he killed him. When he saw the guard standing next to him, he knew that it must be the eldest Miss Kelan.
Helplessly supporting her forehead, she slipped back to her position angrily, reminding herself that she will be playing her role tomorrow, so don't mess with this master.
...............
The next day, at noon, Zheng Shi was beheaded.
When you advance to industry, you will be civilized and kind, and a few grains of peanuts will go straight to the sky.
Ye Qin finished the war scene in the afternoon and night yesterday, and returned to the 50 yuan a day hotel tired and sleepy. He lazily took off his smelly and dirty clothes and pants, and fell asleep.
Actors, including group performances, filmed until midnight, like drinking water, for seven or eight hours at every turn.
Especially in the war scenes, carrying a medium-sized rifle, even though it is a prop, it also has a weight of two kilograms.
Fortunately, he finished Wudi, and the next course is "Wu's Open Door Bajiquan".
After cultivating in a dream and falling into reality, I can actually get feedback, my body is strong, and my body is full of energy.
"what!"
He yawned, feeling sleepy in spring and autumn, really right.
Under the bright sunshine, he was wearing a sweater, trousers and cloth shoes, typical of the low-level workers in the Republic of China.
His hands and feet were in shackles, and not far in front of him, a group of performers were holding guns, all aimed at them.
"Photography, props, and actors are in place."
"Shout out the slogans later, shout loudly, and shout again, long live TG!"
"Long live TG!" Ye Qin raised his arms high, his eyes were firm, facing the dark and cold muzzle, he regarded death as if he were at home, and was fearless.
Quanquan's patriotism is rarely seen in the play.
If he had a choice, he would never have played a ghost soldier before.
I would rather be a TG ghost than carry a plaster flag.
"action!"
The photographer held the Steadicam, and a person's face ran past in the camera, and suddenly it was frozen on Ye Qin's face.
Fuck, that facial expression?
At this moment, he controlled the muscles of his brow bones, his brows were slightly wrinkled, his eyebrows met coldly, his lips were raised, his sneer was full of disdain, his body leaned sideways, and he took the initiative to put his chest and heart in front.
Compared with the generosity of the brothers Chen Yannian in "The Age of Awakening" who died generously, he showed a look of "I laughed to the sky, and I will leave the Kunlun with my heart and gall" and shouted: "Long live tg!"
According to the pre-designed shooting trajectory, the photographer needs to perform group portraits of the dying group, and simply scan and record, but neither he nor the camera can move away from Ye Qin.
"cut!"
As soon as Zhang Li shouted, the photographer woke up like a dream, secretly turned his head, and saw Xiang Yong approaching with a gloomy expression, his heart beating non-stop.
"Yes, sorry, just..."
Just as he was about to apologize, Xiang Yong walked up to Ke Lan's side, whispered a few words, and the two went straight to the director's team.
The photographer was even more flustered, and no explanation was needed for co-authoring. Maybe it was because of this little mistake that the order of photographers should be changed.
A photography team, the leader is the director of photography, and the bottom is the actual shooting photographer, assistant photographer, and second photography assistant, that is, the owner of the magic tool of the slate.
He finally climbed from the camera to the real shooting position, won't he hit the prototype back?
In a panic, he ran to the director's group without authorization, and hurriedly explained with his mouth wide open. Unexpectedly, Zhang Li, with a serious expression, pointed to the close-up and close-up of Ye Qin he had just shot, and said to the impatient Ke Lan:
"Look at people, you can see that there have been many 'deaths', how heroic and impactful this death is!"
Ke Lan pursed his lips: "I have never died!"
(End of this chapter)