Listen to my whispers

It was raining heavily at the field site, so the crew set up a tarpaulin so that other people could stand in it to get out of the rain. Luckily, there weren't too many people on the set, so it wasn't too crowded.

He Yu got into the car and told the actress the result of the communication, "Let's cut one line."

"Which sentence?"

He Yu nodded at the book she was holding, "This one."

The actress read the lines again, "How can you ...... you? You're just crazy!"

He Yu said, "Yes, you just say the last sentence, don't have too much emotional ups and downs, and soften your voice. You change the emotion of surprise to the feeling of being dead in the water when you can't communicate with your loved one and he can't understand your pain."

The actress mumbled and mulled it over for a moment.

Then she looked at He Yu and whispered, "You're just crazy ......"

He Yu nods, and says to the director through his walkie-talkie, "Director, let's try again."

It went much better, not quite an 80 or 90, but at least barely passable, and the two engaged in some highly emotional conversation.

The actress was so surprised that after the director called out "Cut!", she asked He Yu, "How did you know it would be good? Have you ever done a scene like this before?"

"No."

"Then you ......"

"I've seen people with that kind of attitude."

He Yu paused for a moment, his gaze slightly sideways, landing on Xie Qingcheng, who stood hidden behind the lightening cloth.

Xie Qingcheng didn't have any expression on his face, and wasn't even watching him perform, but was playing with his cell phone with his head down, in all likelihood messaging Chen Man.

He Yu withdrew his gaze, and that gloomy feeling intensified.

After a short pause, the second episode begins.

This part, that's the bed scene.

A mirror in the end, the beginning of the car shock bed scene is about He Yu by Ai Qianqian once again firmly rejected, angry two people argued, Ai Qianqian was provoked by his emotional out of control, pushing and shoving He Yu could not hold down the inner rage and possessiveness, lowered his head, pressed her in the passenger seat kiss, and then kissing scene gradually heat up into the section of the car shock.

The show begins.

"You're out of your depth. I come and go as I please here. Who do you think I am?" Under the camera, He Yu raised his almond eyes grimly.

The youth was green in his acting, but his aura was right, with the face of a jackal on the end.

He leaned over and forced himself to look at her, his lips opening and closing, "Ai Qianqian, you've done everything with me, and now all of a sudden you want to be some kind of chaste woman, you're not being ridiculous."

Actress: "You shut up."

She was using the same emotions He Yu had brought to her before, still poised, calm and sad mostly, with her anger still suppressed.

The mood is right to hook into He Yu's play.

He Yu bowed his head and smiled, "You're a married woman with three children, and you really don't know what I'm talking about when I condescend to look at you."

"You don't say ......"

"You know yourself that you can't go back to the past with him, you've been soiled by me."

Woman: "This is my last choice, no matter what ...... I have no regrets ......"

"Do you have the qualifications to choose." He Yu's eyes were dark and haunted by the rain, but before the other party could react--

He pressed his cigarette-clutching hand against the car seat and lowered it, his movements suddenly rough, lowering his head to kiss her, the actress's eyes widening ......

"Cut!" The director's voice came from the microphone, "That, Qianqian ah, you're still not quite in the right mood, we need to talk again."

The director is a detail freak, and He Yu cuts the actress loose to give her time to communicate with the director.

For his part, he turned his face sideways at that moment, and with a lift of his eyes, which were as if they had been the gloomy madness of the play, and very beautiful, he glanced once more, seemingly, over Xie Qingcheng's body.

This time, Xie Qingcheng still didn't look at him.

--With all the intimate lines and twisted love in the movie, it's the same married character who has sex with He Yu, and it's the same messy relationship.

When he was acting, his eyes were looking at the actress, but all he could think about was Xie Qingcheng in bed.

But Xie Qingcheng seems to be not willing to make such an association, Xie Qingcheng is not even willing to share half an inch of his eyes, he was in vain in the same place for a long time to play, can not provoke the man's inner waves of the slightest.

He Yu is not feeling well.

He saw that the actress was still communicating with the director, so he got out of the car, slammed the door, and in the rain he had his hands in his pockets, and the expression on his face was somewhere between "He Yu" and "young gangster boss", an aura like a soft sword and a snake's whip, which seemed less hard and cold, but anyone who knew it could be ruthless enough to kill and kill. This kind of temperament is like a soft sword and snake whip, which seems to be less hard and cold, but everyone knows that it is hard enough to kill and see blood.

The crowd was a little chipper.

He gets under the rain tarpaulin tent and nods politely to Hu Yi.

Mr. Hu: "Mr. He is there any more questions--"

With everyone watching, He Yu smiled and said, "I'm a little unsure mentally, so I'll talk to Prof. Xie."

There are too many people here, and the rain is too heavy, if it was not raining, he would have found a reason to pull Xie Qingcheng to the side of the high reeds, under the cover of the reeds and grasses, kissed Xie Qingcheng's cold lips, as a way to vent his heart's overly hot resentment - who let him not look at himself.

But now he has no way, if the rainy day pulls a person in full view to drill the reed pond, it would be better to directly take a megaphone to shout everyone well introduce this person and I have a leg.

He could only stand in front of Xie Qingcheng under the tarpaulin of all the people, in the sound of the apprehensive, turbulent rain, staring him in the eye, and saying in a feminine, warm voice: "Prof. Xie, tell me, did I just act out the right emotions?"

"......" Xie Qingcheng The people around Xie Qingcheng knew that Xie Qingcheng hadn't been watching the play at all just now.

In fact, Xie Qingcheng is very responsible for other people's scenes that he needs to see, he guides them very well, and he doesn't miss a single detail of the performance.

The others thought that Xie Qingcheng might have something going on today, that's why he was playing with his cell phone while He Yu was acting. But everyone also thinks that Xie Qingcheng is really in bad luck that Mr. He personally asked about it.

And how did he answer?

Xie Qingcheng lifted her curtains and quietly looked at He Yu: "I didn't watch you act."

Crowd: "......" is so direct.

He Yu smiled and bowed his head, "Prof. Xie, the director wants you to guide me, is that how you guide me?"

"Because you were right about your emotions when you communicated with me before." Xie Qingcheng said, "I don't think I even have to keep standing here."

He Yu stopped smiling, his almond eyes dark and heavy, staring at him, "Please continue to stand here."

"......"

"Without you, there is no bottom in my heart."

"......"

"Whoever is waiting for you tonight, please ask him to go back. You will have to watch me." He Yu Samson said, "I told you--it is easiest for me to get into the scene only if you stand."

--His exact words should have been No matter who I'm in a bed scene with, the person I'm thinking about sleeping with is you.

Now that it's crowded, he won't say so, but how can Xie Qingcheng not understand what he's saying?

He watched as He Yu wordlessly bit his lower lip after speaking, and the little tiger's teeth pointed out again, sheathed with a wickedness that could not be seen from an onlooker's point of view.

Although the conversation did go a bit over the line emotionally, the people who heard it thought about it and figured that it was because Xie Qingcheng and He Yu said something when these two were dissecting the psychology of the characters earlier, and He Yu needed Xie Qingcheng to be there to fully recall those words and emotionally stimulate them, and thus didn't pay much attention to it.

The director's lapdog, Xiao Zhang, thought so too, so he reminded Xie Qingcheng to stop playing with his cell phone next and take a closer look at He Yu's performance to see if there was anything he needed to correct.

This article will start all over again.

When He Yu returned to the car, the actress looked somewhat helpless.

-- because she hasn't been able to empathize with the director internally.

The director kept trying to get her to understand for herself what went wrong in that bed scene.

"What the hell are you supposed to be acting like, just think about it."

The actress was already flustered when she faced a director with such a big wrist, and when she saw that the director was a bit fired up, she was even more helpless: "I ...... should have acted surprised."

She only dared to say what was on the script.

He Yu saw her in such a predicament as soon as he returned and thought, "Sis, try turning your head."

"Including the bed scene later, which you should be fiercely resistant to, without any regard for me whatsoever, and you can bite anyone you want if you're happy."

After a pause, He Yu added.

"But that resistance isn't the resistance of total hatred, your heart actually likes this man again, you see?"

He said and told her not to be so nervous.

The director gave time for the two to simmer down and discuss the details of their performance, and when he reopened the video to begin, he got an unexpected treat. Perhaps because He Yu himself studied choreography, he is more transparent, bold and open than most pure actors of his age.

The actress was nudged and guided, and her emotions slowly got on track.

Arguments, tears, the atmosphere heated up little by little.

The microphone receives He Yu's deep, slow, threatening voice, pressing in step by step, while the pushed actress goes from being calm to angry, from angry to sad, the conversation between the two forming an invisible vortex of atmosphere, slowly sucking in the eyes of the still distracted staff.

Xie Qingcheng also watched coldly from the corner.

Not to mention that He Yu had specifically asked him to come over and not play with his cell phone, but just in terms of the current atmosphere, the viscosity was too high, everyone was starting to get caught up in it, and if he deliberately turned away from it, it would look odd. From his angle, he couldn't see He Yu himself, but he could see the small screen of the camera, which projected the side view of the young man, like a dark cloud dropping down, suppressing the actress to the point that she had no place to retreat to.

He Yu lowered her head and the actress jerked her face away, only to have it wrenched back by her opponent with an even more ferocious grip on her jaw.

The woman closed her eyes in pain and stifled a grunt.

He Yu did not care, hand propped up on the seat, a cigarette in the gap between his fingers to the end of the fire, he did not feel the pain and hot as if, without blinking directly twisted out the fire, and then once again according to the actress he was forced to break up the face of the kiss.

For a moment, the hormonal tension almost pierces the screen.

The scene was silent, as if even the air had begun to become sticky, as He Yu kissed the actress, with great control, just lips close together, not really tongue kissing, but constantly changing the angle, seemingly probing deeper, and it did seem to outsiders that it was a lingering and extreme intimacy.

The heavy emotion came through the screen.

The microphone received the actress in such an aura, weak and hard to resist the voice, the feelings in that voice actually can not hear whether it is acting, or really some intention to move ......

Many of the staff's faces looked red, and the writer and director's assistant looked at each other, knowing that the overall atmosphere couldn't have been better, and would make people's hearts beat faster as they watched, but the two actors hadn't even taken off all their clothes, only to the point of being messy, and yet there was enough fire to go around.

At the end of the scene, He Yu lets go of the actress, whose eyes are glazed over, her mouth slightly open, her back pressed against the leather seat, and her whole body almost turning to mush.

But she finally in the director can not see the moment to call the card, remembered where she is, who she is playing, the body is still shaking, but suddenly tense up. Eyes also suddenly desperate cold down.

So a pair of eyes, unabated with desire, spurred out mourning, with some of the haste of the actress herself to make up for her mistakes in time.

That kind of hammy put on a monitor seems to make sense of the character's hammy as well.

The director looked at the camera actress with tears in the beautiful eyes, thinking that all shot here, there are always able to use, and long shots such heavy emotions, acting down is not easy, so this then forget, shouting stop action slow down.

The actress slowly regained her composure and looked at He Yu with such humiliation.

"I'll only hate you if you do this to me."

He Yu acted according to the script, by this time the character's fire has subsided, the return of reason, see the favorite so look, heart suddenly a pain, steep and regret.

He was a bit overwhelmed and tried to wipe her tears, which she opened.

He Yu drops his hand, "...... I'm sorry."

"......"

"Don't you hate me."

"Okay, card! This one passes. The camera adjusts, the actors take a break, and we'll come back for the second one later."

A scene is shot from several angles, and nothing is really one strip over, even if it's the right shot, there will be a few extra strips left for editing.

Which means they'll have to do it again later.

He Yu straightened up and took a tissue from his assistant and handed it to the actress. He restrained himself well, although he did get a bit caught up in his emotions, but those emotions were related to his own experience, not to the actress. He had completely immersed himself in the ridiculous things he had done with Xie Qingcheng earlier.

He was eager to see how Xie Qingcheng would react this time.

So put on his blouse and went under the tarpaulin, and yet--

The results he got still huffed at him.

Xie Qingcheng had watched, but he was now smoking in the corner, his expression extremely light, as if he had not been affected by the emotions of He Yu's performance just now.

"......"

How can he be indifferent?

He Yu wanted to.

How can he still be indifferent?

Even though he didn't care about the staff members, he could feel the element of restlessness, embarrassment, uneasiness, or blushing in those staff members, male or female, even if they hadn't dared to meet his eyes.

This kissing scene he is so devoted to, more or less have intentionally to play to Xie Qingcheng see the meaning in it.

But everyone else reacted but this one.

Prof. Xie smokes his cigarette, a gentle exhale is a misty April day on earth, he is like a man in the sky, invisible in the clouds.

He Yu's anger tonight is almost to the extreme, Xie Qingcheng does not share half an inch of his eyes, he managed to draw a tissue to wipe his mouth, sullen and silent.

His own temperament is easy-going, and his looks have some feminine beauty, but the evolution of the state of the young black boss is closer to his true colors, and this time to take advantage of the excuse to enter the scene, you can be unrestrained "I have a disease, you leave me alone" on the face.

No one around him dared to speak or even come close.

The assistant stared and held his breath and handed him water, which he tilted his head back and drank but didn't seem to be thirsty, rinsed his mouth with the water, and then headed for the plastic chair, his air pressure low as he began to read the script behind him.

Everyone still hasn't gotten out of the atmosphere, except for the sound of the rain, the surroundings are so quiet that even a pin falling on the ground can be heard. He Yu flipped the script back and forth with a clatter, and suddenly the evil fire surged up, and he could not hold it down and closed the book with a snap.

"Can you not smoke?"

A cold rebuke with anger startled the crowd's heart tips.

Looking left and right, the only smokers were the director's special assistant, Xiao Zhang, and Xie Qingcheng.

Xiao Zhang also smoked before, He Yu simply did not care about others, and tolerated it as long as he could. Who is he targeting in his dissatisfaction can be understood by those who have a good mind to think about it.

Sporadically, some people looked toward Xie Qingcheng.

Xie Qingcheng didn't want to nag more, sometimes a calm response could solve things better than getting angry, so he put out his cigarette, paused, and faintly said to He Yu, "Excuse me."

He Yu suddenly turned back and continued to flip the script, no longer looking at him.

In this atmosphere that oppressed the organs more than the deep sea, the new machine position was quickly set up, and Xiao Zhang sighed with relief, "Come on, the teachers are back, number two."

The second article begins.

This one was even more intense than the previous one, because the chaotic and violent atmosphere in the scene spread outside the scene, wrapping the actress deeper and deeper into the scene, and she actually overplayed her role and acted extremely emotionally.

He Yu, on the other hand, kisses her on-camera, faking it to a good degree, but also looking even more smitten than the previous entry, as if he's determined to play it in the most bone-crunching way possible, whether or not the guy is watching.

Deep into the act, gasping for separation, the actress clutched at his shirt, and two lines of tears managed to fall from the ends of her eyes.

"I ......" she choked, "I ......"

Her final closing words on this one were "I'll only hate you if you do this to me."

But her heart was softened by the kiss, her throat choked, and she was just stuck somewhere so uncomfortably, I couldn't say anything for half a day.

The director in front of the monitor angry and around the small voice straight sigh, even tapped the table, seeing that it can not wait any longer, simply have to call a halt.

Yet just then, He Yu suddenly picks up on the hateful, angry, panicked, timid reaction she had when she forgot the words.

He Yu condescendingly looked at her with a completely different look from the previous entry; he was desperate, blazing, as if he were trying to touch the south wall of death, a moth to a flame, mad and cold: "It doesn't matter. Then from now on, you will disgust me, loathe me, hate me."

The distance was so close that Xie Qingcheng stood under the tarpaulin canopy, and even the pouring rain outside could not cover He Yu's voice.

So he heard the words.

Xie Qingcheng, who had been calm for the whole night, finally froze suddenly when He Yu's words came out.

--He Yu had said a similar sentence to him when he leaned over and whispered in his ear during their first night of deep depravity.

A wildfire of irritation and consternation burned into his limbs.

He Yu is releasing a secret that has been encrypted and known only to the two of them in broad daylight in front of so many people.

Xie Qingcheng, staring at the monitor screen--

The eyes of the young man on the monitor were ruthless and tainted with reckless fervor, just like that night so absurd that he desperately wanted to bury it in a messy grave deep in his memory.

He Yu still refused to stop, he seemed to be determined to make Xie Qingcheng sink with him, so he told another sentence that he had said during their crazy night:

"No one has ever loved me authentically, so at least there will be intense hate later, and that's okay."

The room was full of silence.

The line change was so shocking, the emotion so chilling, that the director was stunned for a few moments before slamming his knuckles and stroking his palms, "Yes! Cut!"

He Yu did not close immediately, he looked askance at the camera, a pair of eyes that were so compelling that they wanted to go straight into the heart of someone off-camera.

When the play was over, Hu Yi was very satisfied with the improvisation and smiled as he took He Yu by the shoulders and talked to him.

He Yu finishes his performance, again looking jovial, his long lashes lifting as he returns to the director's shack, glancing again, intentionally or not, at all of his peers as he scrutinizes the effects in front of the monitor.

Then he paused, his eyes deepening.

Xie Qingcheng is no longer with us.

He looked around, the entire shed was devoid of Xie Qingcheng's figure, the man had left at some point and disappeared into the rain.