Chapter 1261: Filming (Part 2) (Additional Chapter 11 for Zheng Shu)

When she woke up again, Qin Jue's condition had recovered a lot. After a short rest, she looked completely normal.

"I'm fine." She said to Shi Meng, who was full of disbelief, "It's just a stress reaction."

"What do you mean just...!" Shi Meng lowered her voice, and the worry on her face was still there.

Qin Jue smiled, and at this time he looked more normal than anyone else.

"I can't help it. It's an old problem." She said, "After having... that kind of experience, it's inevitable that there will be some psychological trauma."

After she finished speaking, she paused, waiting for Shi Meng to complete the process of "Ah? What? My little wolf really was a special forces soldier" in her mind, and then she added in a low voice:

"I can't stand seeing blood on the faces of people close to me."

Qin Jue said, stretching out his hand and scratching his nose and cheeks a few times, "Especially the one today, the wound is like it's going to split the whole face and disfigure it. It's very shocking to me, and I can't stand it after just one look."

"Oh... Oh, that's it..." Shi Meng listened blankly, and nodded vaguely after a long while.

This is still too surreal for an ordinary person living in a peaceful world.

No matter how cruel and bloody the novel is, it is still a novel. It is the first time that Shi Meng has heard someone talk about the psychological shadow of being a veteran in reality. Even this person is his boss and the main star chaser... It suddenly feels more fantastic.

No, now is not the time to think about this, the body is important!

"Is it really okay?" Shi Meng asked nervously.

"It is related." Qin Jue answered honestly, "So I asked Chang Jian to prepare medicine."

Shi Meng said "Uh ah".

"I have a little understanding of the real annoying part of working with you, Mr. Lang..."

How can someone risk his life for acting! Identified as a drama madman!

... And as his fans and even employees, they can't persuade him at all, they can only worry in vain and silently swallow this feeling of powerlessness.

Woo, so painful.

Shi Meng's mind slowly emerged with his wife's ten thousand-word film review "When actors don't act, they are just acting me", and he felt from the bottom of his heart that this article was really a pearl of wisdom.

"Really?" The person who was being criticized was able to calmly drink warm water and responded, "Although it seems immoral to say this, I personally suggest that you get used to it sooner."

Shi Meng: "..."

I was so angry. Looking at the boss in front of me who didn't cherish his body, I wanted to punch him twice.

"If you need mental damage compensation, you can apply for it. I will give you a salary increase." Qin Jue continued.

Shi Meng: "..."

I was even more angry. What should I do? Don't be so desperate, Qin Xiaolang!

Qin Jue's overly frank, or completely bachelor's attitude made Shi Meng feel like punching cotton. She complained weakly: "Boss Lang, do you know that this is considered a work injury?"

"Yes." Qin Jue nodded and repeated, "Remember to ask me for a subsidy."

Shi Meng: "...I give up."

She responded faintly and gave up the idea of ​​persuading her boss to adjust his physical condition before filming.

But two minutes later, Shi Meng had a sudden inspiration:

"Hey! Is it possible to change the makeup on Nuonuo's face to something else--Okay."

The expression on Qin Jue's face said it all, Shi Meng sighed and stopped talking.

Yes, it was unprofessional for an actor to interfere with the character's makeup for his own reasons outside the play. What's more, this was not to modify his own makeup, but to involve Tang Nuonuo who was completely out of the situation. It was obvious that he would definitely not agree.

Let alone agree, it was probably never thought of this possibility.

In short, the scene was adjusted, the special effects makeup was done, and Tang Nuonuo's personal shots were almost finished. The current situation was undoubtedly that the arrow was on the string and had to be shot. It was a foregone conclusion that Qin Jue would shoot this important rival scene under mental pressure and physical discomfort, and even the king of heaven would not change the situation.

"Well, then you must pay attention to safety..."

Shi Meng said weakly, she knew that she had no right to ask Qin Jue to guarantee her that nothing would happen during the filming.

Qin Jue smiled: "Okay, I will."

Just when Shi Meng felt a little comforted, she continued:

"I personally suggest that you stay somewhere else and don't look at me."

Shi Meng: "I'm really going to be pissed off by you!!"

When Hu Changqia came back, he saw Shi Meng with a sad face, Zhang Ming with a helpless smile, and Qin Jue who was calm and composed.

"Captain Qin." She handed over the portable medicine box.

"Thank you." Qin Jue took it.

Hu Changqia had already sorted and packed the prescription drugs. Qin Jue thanked her for her carefulness, but also felt a little guilty - she had a premonition that she would just grab a handful of medicine and stuff it into her mouth at that time, and it didn't make much difference whether it was sorted or not.

Seemingly noticing that Qin Jue's expression was different, Hu Changqia found an excuse to send Shi Meng away, and then took out another transparent medicine bottle.

"The general manager said this is the maximum dose within the safe range." She reported in a businesslike tone.

Unlike the medicine box which was divided into small compartments, the medicine bottle was filled with a lot of tablets, pills and capsules. They were filled so full that they looked heavy.

Qin Jue took it without changing his expression: "Okay."

Her body, which had been genetically optimized twice, naturally could not be considered by ordinary people in terms of the dosage of medicine. These medicines were useless if taken too little, and drug resistance would be immediately developed if taken too much. Only Sen Ran could calculate a relatively appropriate dosage.

Zhang Ming saw it, but said nothing. His face showed some worry and sadness that he could not hide.

"Ahem." He forced himself to cheer up, "Brother, do you want to eat now?"

"Let's talk about it after the filming. If you eat so early, your brain will become dull for acting." Qin Jue said with a smile.

She handed the medicine bottle to Zhang Ming, "You keep it first, don't let Shi Meng see it - Tsk, look at you, your brother is not going to die on the spot and be pushed into the ICU, you have to be upset to set a flag for me, right?"

Zhang Ming was rubbed on the head and responded bitterly.

He put away the medicine bottle, and Shi Meng, who had just been sent to work, also came back. Time passed by minute by minute in the prayer of this costume assistant, which was ineffective at all. Soon Tang Nuo's solo scene was declared over, and Kong Jun led various departments to make final preparations for the next rival scene.

The makeup artist of the crew came to touch up Qin Jue's makeup. Shi Meng was reluctant but still carefully arranged the costume for Qin Jue to ensure that no detail was missed.

"Okay."

After a while, Shi Meng brushed Qin Jue's sleeves and stepped back.

She took a deep breath and watched Qin Jue walk to the performance area with a complicated expression. Then she really turned around and pretended to be a arrogant and lazy worker. She just buried her head in her mobile phone and ignored the outside world.

Kong Jun was still so resolute. He finished the play in a few words, and then set the camera position and movement. Not long after, he raised the loudspeaker.

Qin Jue's eyes under the mask closed slightly and reopened after a few seconds.

There is always a moment, or several moments, when the living characters and the living actors are mysteriously connected by fate, empathizing with each other, immersing each other, and merging into each other.

Liao Jingchen was afraid, afraid that the girl sleeping in his arms at this moment also belonged to the chess game set by Liao Hongjing.

Qin Jue was also afraid, afraid that everything she experienced after her rebirth was another big dream woven by the system, and the master of the dream was grinning and waiting for her mind to collapse.

The sleeping "Rongrong" must not be fake.

Tang Nuo with blood on her face must be fake.

The opposite expectations ended up in the same place, forming a fragile and painful heartstring. The silent black goat held his girl horizontally, walked forward step by step, and carefully placed her under the cherry tree.

The breeze blew, the branches swayed, and the falling petals were not as dreamy and tender as before, but were stained with a corrupt red.

The creator with bad taste gave them a tree of blood cherry.

The devil took off his mask.

He knelt on one knee, kneeling beside her, staring at her for a long time, his eyes seemed to contain a sentence, a poem, a sincere oath, a despicable confession, a long, sad story.

But everything in his eyes could not help him get closer to her.

After a long silence, which was different from all the assumptions, the two broken glass beads embedded in the goat's eye sockets suddenly melted and rolled out wet traces.

One drop, another drop, and another drop.

There is no "man looking deeply at the girl he loves, as if he wants to engrave her last appearance firmly in his heart", nor is there the so-called "the man's handsome face reveals strong attachment and reluctance, but he has to harden his heart and pretend to be resolute", no, nothing, there is only a pious prisoner, a hypocritical devil, who once came from hell and now has to go back there.

The devil murmured his parting words, and his thin lips cut out a little upward arc, so as the price of exchange, his heart was also empty and bloody.

The deafening bell rang in heaven.

The devil came closer, this was not any mark of possessiveness, nor was it a affectionate farewell, it was just a "permission", a mysterious, self-deceiving permission.

His kiss fell on the girl's eyelids, as light as a flying dandelion sticking to her eyes.

So far, the god that atheists truly believe in has approved his betrayal in his sleep.

The devil stabbed the dagger into his chest.

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