Chapter 10:

Ling Shangyao thought that Wenrun would never escape this. Although the long sword in his hand is not sharp, it is sharp, and it is not difficult to make a cut in the face by force. As long as Wenrun's face hurts, he doesn't believe that the crew does not change. "Yan Wu" was supposed to be in his pocket, but Wen Run robbed him halfway. From the moment he heard the news, he wanted to tear Wen Run's face with his own hands.
He even thought about the reasons. Anyway, so many incidents were suppressed by coercion, and Wen Run was just a little transparent with no name and no surname. When the time comes, who will the crew help? Isn't it clear at a glance?
He planned well, and even almost couldn't hide the deep malice in his eyes when he swung his sword to rush over, but he didn't expect that Wen Run would escape his attack with a backflip.
His movements just froze, with a surprised expression on his face. Volley made a backflip and watched as Wen Run was about to collide with him again. He clenched the sword in his hand and made a heavy block. The two long swords intersected and made a crisp "duang" sound. Wen Run barely stabilized his figure. However, Ling Shangyao was not so lucky. He swayed in the air. He hadn't recovered from the shock, and as soon as he loosened his long sword, he fell.
Li yelled "Ka" with anger below.
The staff hurriedly put the two of them down, stepping on the ground with warm feet, a pair of clear black eyes looking at Ling Shangyao like this, he put on makeup, a pair of slightly round eyes were elongated, and long eyebrows were flying. , The end of his eyes was slightly raised, and when he looked at the person, he felt cold. The long sword was still in his hand, and there was a cold light flashing in his hand, as if he was really the murderous guard in black. .
"Your actions are wrong."
It was just a fluttering sentence, with neither blame nor question. But Ling Shangyao became guilty when asked. He subconsciously wanted to take a step back. After reacting, he stopped for a while, his face was ugly and said, "Sorry, I'm too nervous."
Wen Run didn't say anything. When Ling Shangyao rushed towards him, the malice in his eyes was real. But he can't make a fuss with unprovoked things, after all, the film will continue to be filmed.
Rearranged clothing and seat belts. Wenrun stood back to where he started, waiting to start again.
The staff had picked up the fallen sword and handed it to Ling Shangyao, and the martial arts instructor stepped forward to demonstrate the action again. Ling Shangyao nodded with a sullen face, then retreated and got on the horse.
Start again.
This time Ling Shangyao didn't dare to make any more small movements. He rode his horse and ran wildly. The opposite Wen Run leapt up with the help of Wia. The long sword was simultaneously unsheathed and pierced directly at him. The silver sword passed by with a cold light.
Ling Shangyao's heart burst, and the action stopped. When the warm sword tip pierced in front of him, he just stared blankly, not making the original block movement.
Wen Run could only pull a sword flower back.
At this time, Ling Shangyao also realized that he had done something wrong again, and smiled reluctantly to apologize, "Sorry, I was so nervous for the first time I hang Wia."
Li didn't say anything. Those who knew him had already seen the anger on his face. It was the eve of the storm.
Everyone went back to square one and started again.
They all talk in one go, then go down again, and exhausted after three. Ling Shangyao seemed to confirm this sentence, he failed the first time with the method, and then he was guilty. In addition, he had never filmed Diaoweiya before, all the factors added up, and for the third time, he forgot to move.
Come again, the fourth, fifth, sixth... thirteenth time.
Ling Shangyao's face was already faintly pale, he was resentful and gentle, and anxious. Now, for a while, after the director shouted "action", he stood there stupidly without moving.
"Are you here to film or to drag the whole crew?"
Li Que's anger finally broke out after several backlogs. He stared at Ling Shangyao coldly, "If the filming is not good, you should get out as early as possible! My crew will not raise waste!"
Ling Shangyao shook his lips and could only apologize in the end.
Li did not give him the idea of ​​saving face. In his crew, no matter who it is, as long as it is a drag on the progress, he will not give face.
"Just prepare for the next scene."
This is to skip the fight and shoot directly behind. The staff did not dare to breathe, the props group quickly rearranged the scene props, the lighting and photography were all in place, and they even left Ling Shangyao in the air, and directly started the next scene.
Fearing that he would provoke Li in the camera and get angry, the playmaker quickly asked Ling Shangyao's assistant to pull him down.
Because Ling Shangyao repeatedly NG, the crew wasted more than three hours of time. The filming that day made up for three hours. Everyone was tired, but they didn't dare to complain, for fear that Li would get angry.
Wenrun also hurts all over his body. Diaoweiya is not an easy job. After more than three hours of tossing, he rushed to take another scene. After all, he could rest, and he felt the bones all over his body. Up.
Liu Feng unscrewed the water bottle to him, worried: "Are you okay?"
Wen Run shook his head, thinking that it would be fine to take a rest, so he asked Liu Feng to go and cook for himself, and regardless of his image, he sat on a small bench and started eating.
It was already completely dark when I returned to the hotel after eating. Wenrun endured the pain and went to take a bath. After taking off my clothes, I found that there were large patches of bruise on the back and chest. Although his clothes had been protected, his skin was white after tossing for so long during the day, and it was especially scary to see these bruises at this time.
Pressed on the blue and purple place, Wenrun took a breath of pain. He was afraid that his injury would become heavier tomorrow and it would affect the filming, so he could only put on his clothes again and let Liu Feng buy medicated wine for himself.
Liu Feng lifted his clothes and took a look, his eye circles were red, and he said that he would go to the hospital tomorrow or tell the director.
Wen Run shook his head. He was not a big name, but Diaoweiya was a little bit bruised, so he looked squeamish when he asked for leave to go to the hospital. And when he first came into contact with filming, he also filmed Diaoweiya scenes. At that time, he had no experience and the injuries he caused were much more serious than now.
Seeing his insistence, Liu Feng could only pick up his mobile phone and go out to buy medicine.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he opened the door, he ran into Chen Yun who raised his hand to knock on the door.
"Ms. Chen?" Liu Feng looked surprised, "Are you doing anything?"
Chen Yun smiled mildly, "I think Wenrun had a lot of trouble with Weiya today. I guess he needs to use this." He said, picking up the transparent small bag in his hand and shaking it. There are two bottles of medicated liquor inside.
Liu Feng immediately became happy and let the door open to welcome him into the house, "It's a coincidence, I'm about to buy it. Will it trouble you too much?"
"No trouble, I'm just ready there." Chen Yun walked in with a smile, and saw Wenrun sitting cross-legged on the sofa, rubbing the purple on his waist, grinning with pain.
"Brother Wen, Teacher Chen brought you medicated liquor."
Wen Run turned his head, he just cared about the pain and didn't pay attention. At this moment, he saw Chen Yun coming over with medicine and quickly put down his clothes and got up.
"The bruise needs to be rubbed with medicated wine, otherwise it will be worse tomorrow." Chen Yun handed him the medicated wine, "Need my help?"
Where did Wen Run dare to ask him for help? Where is Chen Yun's coffee maker? He was flattered by the delivery of the medicine in person, so he politely declined it and said he could.
Chen Yun didn't reluctantly see him, and left after sitting with him for a while.
Liu Feng rubbed the bruises on his back with medicated wine, and still praised Teacher Chen for being so kind. Wen Run also felt that Chen Yun had taken care of him since he joined the group, and even today he personally sent him medicated liquor. He vaguely feels that the other party treats him too well. Although Chen Yun is usually very gentle, Wen Run has not seen him caring so much for other people.
After thinking about it for a while, Wen Run felt that Chen Yun didn't seem to be malicious, so he didn't think about it.
However, after Chen Yun returned to the room, his assistant also had a weird face, "Send me a medicinal liquor, can I just go?"
"Entrusted by others." Chen Yun smiled and shook his head, returning to the room to rest. After avoiding the assistant, he clicked on the phone and returned a message to his friend, [The medicinal liquor was delivered, and people saw it. The injury was not serious. But I think that Ling Shangyao probably hates him. ]
In their profession, anyone who is dedicated to their work is inevitable to suffer large and small injuries, but he did not expect his friend to be so worried. Thinking of Ling Shangyao again, he was so stupid, he really thought that he was hiding well and others couldn't see it at all?
The message was returned after a while, with only a few words, [Thanks, I will solve it. ]
Chen Yun shook his head and laughed. For a while, he was a little curious about what the two of them were playing. He had to care about it secretly, even he was not allowed to mention it.
The pressure of the crew is very low these days. All the staff tightened their skins, for fear that something went wrong and the director swept out. Even the entertainers were less joking and joking with each other, and hurried back to the hotel after the play, not daring to wait any longer, but Li's black face was really scary.
Xiao Xiao complained to Wen Run secretly, "That Ling Shangyao is really an embroidered pillow, so I don't want to use it. How was this acting so popular at the time?"
Wenrun sighed, also annoying. At the end of the martial arts scene, I couldn’t finish filming smoothly. I skipped the back of the film. If there is no martial arts, normal dramas should be okay. Who knows that Ling Shangyao is like a puppet with stiff movements and stiff expressions. I'm not familiar with the lines.
But Zhenbei Wang Shizi has a lot of roles, more than Yan Wu's. The Prince of Zhenbei was a dude when he first played, but then the mountains and rivers were turbulent, the king of Zhenbei passed away, and the palace was in a precarious manner. With the support of the elder sister, he inherited the title and had to assume the responsibility of protecting the entire family.
If the role is played well, although the early stage is annoying, it will never be inferior to Yan Wu.
However, Ling Shangyao was not up for it, and he pulled the entire crew back by himself. Li Que, like a fort in the past few days, just sat down and aimed the muzzle at Ling Shangyao for bombardment.
The atmosphere in the crew was sluggish, not only director Li Que, but even others began to complain in private that Ling Shangyao was slowing down.
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