novellhall Chapter 242 Lesson: Ye Qin, the policeman in midlife crisis
Chapter 242 Lesson: Ye Qin, the policeman in midlife crisis
Chapter 242 Lesson: Ye Qin, the policeman in midlife crisis
Young actors act across ages, one is to play middle-aged and elderly roles, and the other is to act from young to old in the play.
Like "Chicken Feathers Flying to the Sky", Zhang Yi's Chen Jianghe, Yin Tao's Luo Yuzhu, from boys and girls, to old couples, and the acting skills of the little old man and the old lady, compared with those who have really entered the middle-aged stage An old actor, he is not comfortable enough.
The appearance can be made up by makeup and special effects. It is especially difficult to change the temperament, mentality, and behavior from young to old.
It has to be studied to understand that different ages do different things.
"The script template of "Daytime Fireworks" has been completed."
Master Ding, who is at the star level, will create a story similar to the plot according to the movie he chooses.
"Drip drip!"
The sharp sound of car horns resounded through the city streets, and there was a lot of traffic, and an inconspicuous red taxi was parked on the side of the road.
Ye Qin squinted his eyes, and Ding Daren forcefully poured a lot of information into his brain, his head hurt like numbness, as if he was sober after a hangover.
"Wake up, come, pineapple oil, milk tea."
A clear and familiar voice came from his ear, from his colleague, Chen Guozhong, with Ren Dahua's face.
"Thank you."
Ye Qin blurted out, his voice was no longer magnetic, and his voice was hoarse and rough like sandpaper.
Facing the rearview mirror, his appearance and body have completely changed. His appearance is plain, his hair is black and white, and his handsome face. In front of the butcher's knife of Sui Yue, he has only Gu Tianle's appearance.
His jaw was stubbled and he was 40 years old and his spirits were drooping.
"Old man, it's time, let's change shift."
Chen Guozhong patted Ye Qin on the shoulder, and Chen Jiaju, who was beside him, glanced at his watch and frowned, "Chen sir."
"Chen sir said that the shift is changing, do you understand?"
Li Sen with Liu Qingyun's face poked his head out from the driver's seat, snatched another breakfast from Chen Guozhong's hand, and devoured a piece of pineapple oil without thinking about brushing his teeth.
"Ye Qin, hurry up, don't you want to see your wife?"
"what!"
Ye Qin was stunned, especially when facing Uncle Long with a big nose, he kept a paralyzed expressionless face, neither happy nor sad.
"Ding, the host is invited to visit his sick wife at the Renci Hospital. Improvement: pay attention to the facial expressions, body movements between the characters... the camera position."
"Siblings will be fine."
As they passed each other, Ren Dahua suddenly raised his mouth again. This is a brother of the same period. He went through life and death together and has been working under his command.
Ye Qin was still as expressionless as iron, but when drinking milk tea, the white straw was pure white for a moment.
"Ah."
He lowered his head and lowered his eyebrows, sucked the milk tea vigorously, from bottom to top, the straw was refilled with brown milk tea.
Afterwards, he left the team alone and walked into the bustling crowd of Xiangjiang city.
"How did Uncle Ye become like this overnight? He is listless about his work all day long. What if he meets Ji Bingxiong, the invisible thief king?"
Chen Jiaju looked at Ye Qin suspiciously, with a medium-sized body, stooped back, bowed legs, walking like a clumsy duck.
"Jia Kui, pay attention to what you say!"
Liu Qingyun patted on the car door, and amidst the slaps, he said solemnly: "Unfortunately, my daughter died of illness, and my wife unfortunately became seriously ill. As a police servant, I am too busy to visit the doctor. What will happen to you if I change you!"
Chen Jiaju's eyes widened, and he suddenly looked at Ye Qin again.
"It's okay, let him go, Ji Bingxiong has more than one lair, he may not come back."
The three of Chen Guozhong watched the small figure under the daylight, lonely, desolate, with drooping shoulders invisible and carrying a huge pain.
He was like a piece of rotten wood thrown into the surging sea of people.
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Ren Ci Hospital, Oncology Surgeon's Office.
The curtains were drawn tightly, and only a tiny bit of light seeped in. The flickering X-ray viewing lamp hung several chest and CT films.
With a bang, the nurse opened the curtains, brought the tea over, and smiled gently at the same time.
However, the hot tea could not warm Ye Qin's cold heart, that smile would not have any infection, it was more like a thorn piercing his heart fiercely.
"Excuse me, can you close the curtains again?"
Ye Qin plays casually. The star-level course experience has already reached the level of a drama. Dingda people will basically not take the initiative to shout "NG", and they are completely controlled by themselves.
My own performance, I shouted Ka.
The Xiangjiang policeman he plays is a middle-aged man who lost his daughter and is about to lose his wife. In order to treat his daughter and wife, he owes a huge amount of usury.
"Close the curtains?" The nurse was taken aback.
"Do it!"
Wu Meiheng, who was dressed as a doctor with Miaoshourenxinxin, took off the rimless glasses and carefully considered the words:
"We did our best. But modern medicine can't do miracles. I think it's best to send her home."
This sentence is tantamount to announcing that it is better to stay at home and not waste the last time on the sick bed.
Ye Qin rubbed the disposable water cup with both hands, the hot water was so hot that it was hot to the touch, but even though the palms turned red, he still rubbed it twice.
Where did he experience this, he was at a loss, and completely copied the techniques of the method school, imagining that he received a doctor's notice of critical illness, and his mother had terminal cancer and died soon.
Lenovo also suddenly received news that Zhao Yingbao had been involved in a car accident and his life and death were uncertain.
Gradually, emotions are brewed, and suddenly feelings come.
His heart was pierced like a knife, and he was in so much pain that he couldn't make any expression. He just kept touching his face. Every time he touched his face, there would be a drop of tears on his palm.
"I want to see my wife."
"can."
Guided by the nurse, Ye Qin walked into the ward.
As soon as I stepped into one foot, when I saw the silhouette of my wife clearly, my heart suddenly jumped, what the fuck, Ryoko Hirosue?
System, do you dare to be more arrogant and arrange a sex scene for me and Ryoko Hirosue!
The appearance of Guangsue Ryoko almost made Ye Qin's tense face paralyzed, and he forcibly endured the sudden accident.
I saw Ryoko Hirosue immersed in the pain of losing her daughter, her face was pale, and her heart was like ashes, like a withered flower that was about to wither. The entire whiteness of the hospital was the announcement of premature death.
In his mind, he continued to replace Ryoko Hirosue with his critically ill mother.
Her pale face became dark, and her smooth skin was wrinkled, rough and dry, from soft silk to a "dirty" rag.
Ye Qin was at a loss, didn't know what to do, and sat on the sofa stupidly like a piece of wood.
In sight, she curled up like a fragile baby.
The more I looked at it, the more irritable I became, and I completely forgot that this is a hospital, this is a ward, and smoking is prohibited, so I couldn't help but took out one.
Ignite, inhale deeply, exhale lightly, and the smoke slowly floats out of the mouth. If troubles can be so lightly described, how good would it be?
"Jingle, jingle."
"Jingle, jingle."
When the phone rang, Ye Qin frowned. He wanted to hang up and put down all work, just to spend a while quietly with Ryoko Hirosue and his wife. He was no longer a policeman, but a husband.
Hirosue Ryoko turned her head to the side, her eyes were dull: "Go ahead."
Ye Qin scratched his forehead with the hand holding the cigarette, and answered anxiously: "Hello."
"Ye Qin, where are you now? Don't you know something happened to your team? Chen sir and the three of them arrested the thief king and got injured!"
A bolt from the blue flashed across his brain, his fingers could no longer hold the cigarette, and he dropped it.
Ye Qin stood up from the sofa unsteadily.
When I lit a cigarette again, the corpses of two colleagues, Chen Jiaju and Liu Qingyun, were placed on the cart in the mortuary of Renci Hospital.
The surviving Ren Dahua was not seriously injured and was lucky enough to escape. He described in detail how he encountered and arrested Ji Bingxiong.
"Unfortunately, I escaped a fatal injury, but I still didn't escape the death talisman, old man, I have leukemia."
Ren Dahua laughed at himself: "Maybe I can change places soon and see them again."
Ye Qin stood motionless, smoking one cigarette at a time, as if he had quickly developed lung cancer for himself, and let the whole thing be destroyed.
Because he felt that if he had been there at that time, perhaps one of Liu Qingyun and Chen Jiaju would have survived.
These unsolvable problems, like a mountain whose peak cannot be seen, all weigh heavily on Ye Qin's body.
This is the life crisis of a middle-aged man, and it can be destroyed in just one thought.
Behind him is the self-blame for the death of his partner, and in front of him is the sorrow of his dying wife and a pile of debts.
His mind and life were in chaos, he was oppressed and suffocated as if his throat was squeezed tightly.
In this chaotic world, choose to remain silent and bear.
Ye Qin didn't know how to output the expression, or, no expression at all was the best answer.
His heart is dead, the person is dead, and all the sorrow and joy on his face are dead.
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Beep, beep, the phone alarm is vibrating.
Opening the curtains, today's sunlight is very bright and dazzling, but when it shines on Ye Qin's face, there is a bulging pain in his temples.
With bare feet and no shoes, he went directly to the bathroom. In the mirror, he had dark circles under his eyes and a pale face, as if he didn't sleep well last night.
With a full body of frustration, he paced back and forth, and wrote such a sentence in the drawing book: "Life ruins me, and I ruin life."
A few words, the last stroke, penetrated the back of the paper.
Then he called Lin Bin: "Brother Bin, I want to stay here for a few more days, tell Sister Yang, don't arrange any activities for me, postpone it if you can, and then you can extend the room for me, the next few days God, please bring three meals a day to my room."
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