MTL - After Entering a Book, He Just Wants to be a Flower Vase-Chapter 53 Don't be afraid to hurt me, I'm not afraid of pain

The next day, the weather was beautiful, and it started to rain from the morning.

Jiang Dao and Chu Yinlong stood in the puddle in the rainforest, continuing to shoot the part that could not be completed yesterday.

The fight in this puddle scene is not too intense, because judging from the plot, the battle has already progressed to the second half, Wei Jie and Jess are a little overdrawn physically, and the two are twisted together, trying to push each other into the in the water.

The assistant director hits the board.

Jiang Dao burst out with murderous intent all over his body. He pounced forward, grabbed Chu Yinlong's neck tightly with his hands, and pushed him into the water mercilessly. Chu Yinlong struggled according to the requirements of the script, Jiang Dao's complexion did not change at all, his eyes were dark and he gritted his teeth, as if he would not give up until he killed someone.

The camera watched the screen in the machine and swallowed unconsciously.

If he didn't know that this was filming, he would have doubted whether Jiang Dao would really kill people.

"Cut!"

When the shot ended, the assistant director called to stop.

Jiang Dao let go of his hand, his murderous aura suddenly subsided, and he knelt in the muddy water with a cute face.

Chu Yinlong sat up from the water, took a quick breath, raised his hand to wipe off the water on his face, and looked at Jiang Dao with a smile: "Are you really deadly?"

Jiang Dao blinked: "Huh? Did I push too hard?"

Chu Yinlong got up and rubbed his head: "No, the acting is pretty good."

After Chu Yinlong looked at the pictures of all the camera positions on the monitor, sure enough, this shot was over again.

So far, in this puddle fight, the three short shots where Jiang Dao took the initiative to attack have all been played once.

On the contrary, the trustworthy Actor Chu frequently NGed frequently, and it was rare to shoot a scene three times.

No, when it was his turn to push Jiang Dao into the water again, he made another mistake. Without even looking at the monitor, Chu Yinlong had already concluded: "Sorry, I let go too early... Do it again."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Jiang Dao, who was half lying in the muddy water, and frowned briefly between his brows.

Although rationality has been reminding him that in order to make Jiang Dao suffer less, he should be ruthless and do the right thing at once.

But every time he saw Jiang Dao struggling in the water, the anger of desperately fighting back and the panic of dying were so real, it always made him uncontrollably relax the strength in his hands, and even wanted to rescue him on the spot, hugging him hard in arms...

So, this shot was shot twice.

Action scenes require a lot of physical strength. After shooting so many times in a row, Jiang Dao finally couldn't stand it anymore. This time, he couldn't control his breathing well and accidentally choked on his saliva. After struggling to finish the last movement, he turned around when he heard the assistant director call to stop, propped himself on the tree root next to the puddle, and coughed violently.

Chu Yinlong stepped forward and hugged him, patted him on the back, turned his head and shouted: "Doctor!"

The doctors and nurses had no choice but to come forward, and could only tell Jiang Dao to cough hard, trying to expel the water that choked the airway.

Jiang Dao coughed so hard that his face was red and his ears were flushed. Seeing the doctors and nurses cheering him up in embarrassment, he couldn't laugh or cry.

He grabbed Chu Yinlong's arm: "Ahem, are you treating me a little, ahem...overprotective?"

Chu Yinlong was silent for a moment with a dark face, then got up and said, "I'll go check the camera."

He left the puddle as if fleeing.

Fortunately, both of them actually played well this time, and Jiang Dao coughed after the shot was completed, so this time the shooting was lucky to pass.

…

It rained from morning to evening, and all the parts of the fight between Jiang Dao and Chu Yinlong that did not require Shangwei happened to be filmed, leaving only the last shot.

Wei Jie, who had been fighting for too long and was almost exhausted, grabbed Jess' dagger and stabbed it into Jess's chest. The two completely hostile men leaned against each other, their faces very close, but their swords were on the verge of breaking out. .

Jess's eyes had already begun to loosen, and there was a darkness that seemed to come from the abyss in his eyes. His whole body was muddy, his face was covered with blood, the corners of his mouth curled up, and his tone was weak and sinister: "Officer Wei... Xu Zhou was killed by you yourself... Can you get out of this hell... Cough cough! Cough..."

"Stop." Chu Yinlong frowned, helped Jiang Dao sit up, and patted him on the back.

Jiang Dao coughed for a while before finally feeling better, and sighed helplessly: "My, mine. Do it again."

This play, strictly speaking, should be regarded as a literary play. But this clip is immediately after a fierce fight. In order to make the modeling effect and the state of the actors look closer to reality, Chu Yinlong arranged it in the list of action scenes.

Sure enough, after filming a whole day of high-intensity action scenes, Jiang Dao's overall fatigue is suitable for interpreting the plot of this serious injury and dying.

After a little trimming, the second shot went very smoothly.

Jess died in the hands of Wei Jie. Wei Jie dropped the body, stood up staggeringly, and stumbled to go deeper into the jungle...

"Cough, cough cough!" Jiang Dao stood up and couldn't help coughing a few more times.

Assistant Xiao Yang rushed into the field and put a bath towel on him. Chu Yinlong hurried back, pulled him under the awning, picked up the throat tea made by the assistant from the table, and stuffed it into Jiang Dao's hand.

Ejima shook his head and put down his cup.

"Something's wrong, cough," he coughed a few times, frowning, "I might have a tracheal infection, cough, cough cough... Are there any antibiotics?"

With years of experience, he can almost judge now that he will soon have an illness.

When shooting just now, he could clearly feel his body temperature rising, and there was an itchy discomfort accumulated in his throat and chest. Thinking of the muddy water choked into the intake pipe in the morning, the cause of this illness can probably be judged .

He doesn't know how this body's resistance to germs is, but fortunately, this world is not in short supply of medicinal materials like in the book, and tracheal infection should be cured by taking some antibiotics.

However, hearing Jiang Dao talk about his own illness so calmly, everyone present was taken aback.

In the next second, Chu Yinlong quickly raised his hand and pressed it on Jiang Dao's forehead.

It's a pity that he just finished shooting in the rain, and his palms became very insensitive to the temperature.

"Come on, take your temperature first." The medical staff arrived in time and stuffed a thermometer under Jiang Dao's armpit.

While waiting for his body temperature to get better, Chu Yinlong announced that today's shooting was over, and the staff began to pack up the equipment and prepare for the return trip.

Ten minutes later, Jiang Dao took out the thermometer and handed it to the medical staff.

"Thirty-seven degrees five, low-grade fever." The doctors and nurses quickly read the reading.

Chu Yinlong did not hesitate: "Contact the hospital."

This time it was Jiang Dao's turn to be stunned.

He was surprised and said: "This is a small problem, cough... Take the medicine and you will be fine tomorrow, so you don't need to go to the hospital?"

Chu Yinlong pressed his head, and his tone was unquestionable: "Be obedient."

The doctors and nurses also quickly echoed: "I can't confirm whether it is a bacterial infection now, it is best to go to the hospital for a test, antibiotics should not be taken indiscriminately."

The assistant added a bath towel on Jiang Dao's body, and then cooperated with the makeup artist to quickly remove Jiang Dao's makeup—otherwise it would be unlucky to enter the hospital with his face and body covered in blood.

Halfway back on the bus, the staff of the crew who stayed behind at the villa drove a nanny car, picked up Jiang Dao and the others, and rushed to the hospital they had contacted.

Jiang Dao changed his costume in the nanny's car, and felt his body temperature rise again, and the originally sweltering air around him seemed to have a hint of coolness.

When I finally arrived at the hospital, I took my temperature and it was thirty-eight degrees seven.

When the money was in place, Jiang Dao was sent directly to a single ward, and a series of blood tests were all performed by a special person. After going through the emergency procedure, the test results came out 15 minutes later-acute bacterial infection of the lungs.

Jiang Dao leaned on the hospital bed, wearing a nebulizer for his mouth and nose, and watched as the nurse put the sling on him.

If it wasn't for the thermometer clearly going straight to thirty-nine degrees, he would not look like a sick patient at all at the moment, with a calm face, clear eyes, and he seems to be in good spirits.

Chu Yinlong's anxiety was soothed by the sick Jiang Dao.

He sat down beside the hospital bed, exhaled slowly, his voice muffled behind the mask: "I'm sorry, there were too many NGs in the morning, otherwise..."

Jiang Dao was unable to speak while doing atomization, so he stretched out his hand and flicked Chu Yinlong's forehead lightly.

Chu Yinlong looked over in surprise, and saw the big boy bent his eyebrows, smiled at him, and shook his head.

Then Jiang Dao reached for the phone, opened the memo, and typed in it: "I know you won't do anything to me."

Chu Yinlong looked at the line and smiled bitterly: "But it made you sick from choking on the water."

Jiang Dao continued typing: "Then try harder next time, don't be afraid of hurting me, I am not afraid of pain."

"I know you're not squeamish." Chu Yinlong said, exhaling shortly, "Actually, that scene...you acted so well, it made me feel like I was really trying to kill you, so I couldn't get into the scene ..."

Even now, in retrospect, he couldn't tell for a while whether Jiang Dao's expression was made by acting in that scene. Those looks are so real, even thinking about it now, he still feels chills behind his back, as if he is a real murderer.

It is a good thing to be brought into the play by a rival actor, but when he, a person who has practiced Buddhism since childhood, suddenly realizes that he is "killing someone", the subconscious fear will immediately pull him out of the play and give him a gift In a cold sweat.

What's more, it was Jiang Dao who he wanted to "kill".

Jiang Dao rolled his eyes and typed: "Thank you Teacher Chu for your compliment! I didn't even know my acting skills were so good."

Thinking back on what happened to me in the past, and fully recreating the mood at that time, maybe it can barely be regarded as a kind of acting? Well, he remembered a word in acting class, how do you say it...experiential pie?

Thinking of this, Jiang Dao typed another line: "Is it my fault that I choked on water and had a fever? Because I acted too well, you NG, and in the end I got sick myself. The retribution is not good?"

Chu Yinlong: ...

Chu Yinlong laughed, and snatched Jiang Dao's mobile phone: "Don't worry, lie down and sleep, I'll help you watch the medicine."

While speaking, his fingers accidentally touched the back button, and the phone screen returned to the memo list. Under the new memo for the conversation, a name and a series of numbers were displayed.

Looking at the strange name, Chu Yinlong couldn't help but frowned.

Liu Yueran...who is it?

Why does Jiang Dao's phone remember his name?