Chapter 127

The next two plays are extremely important to the whole film. The first one is the death of Li Xian, and the second one is the Queen's abandonment of her only son and the last trace of warmth in her heart, and she steps to the supreme position.

The director attaches great importance to these two plays, so he focuses the previous four plots on the same day because their emotional tone is coherent. If the first four plays are well filmed, the actors will naturally accumulate enough emotion to devote themselves to the shooting of the next two plays.

"Xiao Jiashu, are you ready?" The director looked at his watch and asked aloud.

"I'm ready." Xiao Jiashu wiped his face.

"Then shoot. Ji Mian, lie down in the coffin for me. "

Ji Mian, whose face was very pale, gave his lover an encouraging look, and then he lay in the huge sarcophagus. Xue Miao felt uneasy, but he didn't show it. The other actors were all around the director, staring at the monitor.

“Action！” At the director's command, Xiao Jiashu quickly walked into the hall and saw the sarcophagus placed in the middle. His eyes turned red instantly. He stopped suddenly, his expression was in a trance, as if he could not believe that everything he saw was true.

An old servant of the Wei family, who followed him, said sarcastically, "Your Majesty, why do you have to be so pretentious? Is it because of you that the general is able to be today?"

Xiao Jiashu's mind was blank. He turned to see the old servant, as if he didn't understand what he was saying. The old servant came forward, took out a roll of brocade and silk that Wei Wujiu held in his hand, and sternly asked: "if your majesty didn't allow Chongzhou garrison to reinforce, how could the general be defeated? The poor general used his flesh and blood to protect your territory, but you treated him with a cup of poisoned wine! The general is really blind, the old naive is blind! Without the general, just look at the Dragon chair, your majesty. How long can you sit? "

The old servant threw the silk on Xiao Jiashu's face.

Xiao Jiashu seems to be woken up, picked up the brocade and silk, slowly unfolded, carefully identified the text above. It was his handwriting, but he had never given such an order. Hearing that Wei Wujiu was defeated in the war, he never wanted to punish him. The first thing he worried about was whether he was injured and when he would return to Beijing. He thought, after so many victories, what's wrong if he lost this time? He just came back to fix it for a while, so that he could look at him more. But he didn't expect to receive the news that he had drunk poisoned wine and committed suicide the next day.

What's his crime? He opened up territory for the Tang Dynasty. He fought for the emperor. He shed so much blood and suffered so many injuries. What's his crime? But it turns out that all this is false, and it's a trick set by others!

Xiao Jiashu wanted to understand everything in an instant. Holding the imperial edict was like holding a hot iron, which made his palm ache. His eyes were red, his eyes were bloodshot, his hand holding the imperial edict was white, his veins were blue, and he was shaking. But he couldn't let go of it, because he had to punish himself.

Step by step, he walked very slowly to the coffin and gazed at Wei Wujiu with a peaceful face. He could hardly imagine what kind of mood he was holding when he drank that cup of poisoned wine. Would he resent it or regret it? But, this is his most beloved! How could he kill him?

"He..." Xiao Jiashu just spit out a word, and his voice is completely dumb. After a while, his lips opened and closed, and then he asked in a trembling voice, "have you ever left a last word?" His hands were on the sarcophagus, his shoulders were completely collapsed, his body swayed slightly, as if he would fall into it at any time.

He was on the verge of collapse, and the candles around him lit his face, but not his dark eyes. Something was coming out of his body, which made him shrivel quickly. He stood in the flickering shadow of the lamp, as if he had become a shadow that would disappear at any time.

The old servant clenched his teeth and wanted to turn around. But he could see the general's pale face. He was unwilling to say, "he only left a word: I will die without regret in this life, and I hope to see you again in the next life."

Death without regret, death without regret This sentence became the last straw to crush the camel and made Xiao Jiashu collapse in an instant. He was oppressed and waiting. He thought that he could not get the love in his whole life, but it had already belonged to him.

It's just that he found out too late, it's too late! Why? Why is God so cruel to us? Xiao Jiashu lowered his head, and the hot tears fell one by one. They kept dripping on Wei Wujiu's pale forehead, cheek and lips

But he would never open his eyes again, never smile again, and said with restraint: "Your Majesty, wait for me to come back."

Xiao Jiashu faltered and knelt down, holding the imperial edict with both hands. He wanted to raise his head to the sky and roar. He opened his mouth but only made a broken sound. He wanted to burst out, wanted to shout, but he did not know that when a person was grieving to the extreme, he had no strength at all, only despair enveloped him and made him feel dead.

He looked up and gasped, like a trapped animal on the verge of death. After a long time, he lowered his head and looked at the imperial edict in his hand again. He laughed wildly, weeping and shaking his head. Then he accumulated the most strength to tear up the imperial edict.

The director stares at the monitor and his whole heart is pulled up. He had thought that such an explosive scene would take Xiao Jiashu at least ten times to pass, but he didn't expect that he would enter the play at the moment of entering the mourning hall. He was Li Xianzhi, who was crazy about love, and finally collapsed in the face of death.As he laughed and wept, he tore up the silk and brocade, which was so powerful and infectious that all the onlookers were moved. The old servant who played for him was red eyed, and the soldiers who stayed outside the mourning hall were red eyed. Even the directors and cameramen outside the play were frowning and depressed.

But the strongest feeling is not only Ji Mian lying in the coffin, but also Xue Miao standing outside the crowd. She knew her son so well that she knew early that his character was so similar to that of Li Xianzhi. Because they are too naive and pure, their feelings will be like a fire, burning others as well as themselves. If no one stands in the way, the flame will only be deeply buried in their gentle and lovely appearance, slowly baked and tempered, but never extinguished.

But if you push them, the fire will erupt like lava and destroy everything. They are sometimes very strong, sometimes very fragile, fall in love with them must carefully care, otherwise it will cause a lifetime of injury.

That's why Xue Miao is so worried that he loves the wrong person, so he tries his best to separate him from Ji Mian. But now, seeing her son turn into a fire and burn herself, she suddenly became afraid

"Card!" Director a roar to shake her to wake up, "Xiao Jiashu, you are really good! That's how it should be! Although you didn't erupt, you didn't shout, but your powerlessness and hopelessness are more touching than shouting! Look at my eyes. They're all red. This is the first time I've been moved by my actors on the set! "

Xiao Jiashu did not look at him, but threw away the remaining fragments of the imperial edict, lying on the sarcophagus staring at Ji Ge. The play drained him of almost all his strength. If the same tragedy happened to him and GIGO, he would be crazy.

"Brother Ji, are you still alive?" He choked.

Ji Mian opened his eyes to see him, his voice was very hoarse, "Xiao Shu, this is all acting, of course I'm still alive. We have a lifetime to live

"Really?" Xiao Jiashu had a tear drop in the blink of an eye. He looked very pitiful.

Ji Mian's heart was like a knife, but he could not hold him in his arms and kiss him. He had to comfort him in a low voice: "really, we are not Li Xianzhi and Wei Wujiu, we are Xiao Jiashu and Ji Mian."

Xiao Jiashu nodded, but his grief did not diminish. But Ji Mian knows that his current state is the best, so he can only suppress the impulse to comfort him.

Xue Miao stood in the same place looking at his son, feeling very uncomfortable. She thought and thought, and finally stepped forward to hug him, but was stopped by the director, "Xue Miao, don't disturb him, he has to keep this state."

Xue Miao had to stop, and his heart was aching. She also worried that she would make her son break down if she forced him too much, but she thought with a fluke: the little tree can get rid of the shadow of kidnapping, and the little thing of lovelorn will recover soon. But now, she's not sure.

She had to admit that she was frightened by her son's despair.

"Are you ready? When we're ready, we'll take one. " The director didn't dare to give too much rest time because he was worried that Xiao Jiashu's full mood would be lost.

The staff raised their hands one after another to say that they were OK, and Xue Miao answered in a trance. There are more and more actors standing around and watching. Everyone has a very complicated expression. The so-called "being on the scene" is probably such a feeling, isn't it? Xiao Jiashu is really powerful, not boasting or praising, but relying on his acting skills to achieve this degree.

“Action！” At the director's command, Ji Mian immediately closed his eyes, and Xiao Jiashu also recovered his madness. He staggered to the door, drew out the sword from his waist, cut off all the candles in the hall, and sobbed, "you want an afterlife, don't you? Why don't you wait on the bridge? I'll see you in the next life

The old servant surrounded him and kept persuading him, but he just didn't listen and drove him out with a sword.

The fire slowly climbed up the white flag and burned everything. At this time, the queen and the guards rushed to the hall, only to find that the hall was already on fire, and the two gates were engulfed by the flames, crumbling. And her only son is standing in the fire, take off his clothes and head crown one by one, burn them in the fire, and then wear a white profanity, climb into the huge sarcophagus. Before lying down, he took a final look at the queen. There was no fear and admiration in her dark eyes, but only relief. He's finally free

Xue Miao was calmed by her son's heart broken eyes and stood in the same place for a long time. The guards who came to the Wei government with her were all her confidants, and they were ready to support her, but they didn't help her.

Xue Miao's expression is numb, but two lines of tears slide down her eyes. Her soul was split into two parts, one was the grieved mother, the other was the merciless emperor. When the two gates collapsed, she finally stepped forward and cried out, "Kiel, come out for me, Kiel! No... "

The leader of the Imperial Army stopped her and said calmly, "I'm sorry, your majesty."

This low and inaudible "Your Majesty" finally brought back Xue Miao's mind. Her bent back straightened slowly, and her expression of collapse and despair was replaced by coldness bit by bit. Her useless son finally died, and not in her hands. What could be better than that?Yes, she did. The wind was blowing on her face, but it only brought her bone chilling

Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa The director stood up and clapped with excitement and admiration. Absolutely, the feeling of mother and son playing together is absolutely amazing!

The onlookers recovered from their trance and clapped their hands with the director. It's true that artistic cells are inherited. After 20 years, Xue Miao's acting skills are still superb, and Xiao Jiashu's acting skills are not inferior. The match between mother and son will definitely be the most classic scene in this movie.

Xue Miao seemed to wake up from a dream and cried out, "go and put out the fire! Come on

"Don't worry, sister Xue. We used a lot of fireproof materials, and only these two doors burned. The people inside must be OK." Props division quickly comfort, security personnel have rushed up with a fire extinguisher.

Xiao Jiashu and Ji Mian lay hand in hand in a huge sarcophagus covered with fireproof materials. Everyone was busy putting out the fire and no one noticed them.

"Brother Ji, I feel so bad. I don't want to play this life and death drama again for a long time. " He leaned over and said tearfully.

Ji Mian gently patted him on the shoulder, "OK, no more acting. After shooting this movie, we'll travel to change our mood. We went to the Bahamas to sunbathe and Finland to visit Santa

Xiao Jiashu's stuffy heart was relieved a little, and he said in a stuffy voice, "well, you can go wherever you say. Anyway, I like it. Jigo, is my mother shouting outside? She seems to be in a hurry

"Go out and have a look." Ji Mian climbed out of the sarcophagus and took out his lover carefully. Xue Miao crossed the charred threshold and ran into the mourning hall. When he found his son intact, he was relieved and his head was dizzy. Fortunately, it's just filming. Fortunately, nothing happened, otherwise she would have collapsed.

"Oh, Xiao Jiashu, your robe is burnt. Didn't you find it?" A security officer came to check their situation, only to find that Xiao Jiashu's sleeve was burned through several holes by the candle fire. Fortunately, the costumes of this play are made of fireproof materials, and the flames splashed on the cloth will soon go out by themselves, otherwise something big will happen!

Ji Mian stares at these blackened holes, full of fear and uneasiness, and says in a deep voice, "you must take protective measures. No matter when, the safety of actors is always the first

"OK, OK, we understand." The security personnel nodded repeatedly, but Xue Miao pushed them aside. "The sleeves are burnt. Don't you feel it? Let me have a good look! " She pulled her son up and down to check, and found that there was no problem, which was a great relief.

The tears on her face were not dry, and her forehead was covered with a lot of cold sweat.

Seeing her like this, Xiao Jiashu immediately softened her heart, hugged her shoulder and gently shook it, comforting her, "Mom, I'm really OK. Don't be nervous."

How can Xue Miao not be nervous? Which mother can bear to see her son with her own eyes? Although she knew it was acting, she knew that if she forced her son like the queen, he would be as desperate as Li Xianzhi sooner or later. Their personalities are so similar that they may go the same way. What about those who are still alive? Carrying remorse for a lifetime?

Xue Miao didn't dare to think about the ending. He put his son in his arms and patted him twice. His eyes were wet again.

Ji Mian stood by and looked at them without disturbing.

After a while, Xue Miao let go of his son and ordered him to go out and wash his face and change into something thicker. Ji Mian and I have something to talk about

"Ma..." Xiao Jiashu looked worried.

Ji Mian gave him a little smile and comforted him, "it's OK, you go to add a dress first, so as not to be frozen. Our conversation will be very friendly, right, Aunt Xue?"

Xue Miao had to nod.

Xiao Jiashu went out in three steps. Ji Mian took Xue Miao to a secluded corner and said slowly, "Aunt Xue, the Xiao family should not have the throne. Do you want a little tree to inherit it?"

Is it not good to satirize your boyfriend's mother with such spicy words? Xue Miao was very angry, but his cheeks turned red. It's said that caring is messy. She cares too much about the little trees, so she has such a fierce reaction. Fortunately, the plot of the film coincides with the reality, which makes her realize that if she insists on going her own way again, she will only get the most tragic ending.

Ji Mian took a deep look at her and continued, "Aunt Xue, which one do you think is more important than Xiao Shu's happiness and your wishes? If you think your will is more important, you can force him to separate from me, but can he really live as you want? His stubbornness is no less than you and Li Xian. "

"Stop it!" Xue Miao snapped, "I will not force you to separate, but you must promise me that you will take good care of the little tree in your life. If you can't, I'll make you pay! " She doesn't want to hear "Li Xianzhi" at all now.

"No matter what I say now, Aunt Xue, you won't be at ease. Why don't you take a good look at us?" Ji Mian turned his head and saw the little tree hiding in the corner. He was peering at this side, and then he gently laughed.Xue Miao also turned his head to look at his son and waved helplessly.

Xiao Jiashu, with a tangled face, retreated. He looked funny and cute. Ji Mian gave a deep smile again. She walked towards her lover and casually dropped a bomb. "Aunt Xue, there's another thing I've forgotten to tell you. Xiaoshu and I are married in California."

"What did you say?" Xue Miao's voice suddenly became sharp, and he found that there were people looking around him, so he had to suppress his anger. But on second thought, she was relieved. What she worried most was that Jimian was not responsible for hurting Xiaoshu? If they're married, it's much better than it's unclear. At least the little tree will feel more secure.

Xue Miao knows more about his son's virtue than anyone else. Although he is usually careless and heartless, he is very sensitive to his feelings. If he likes a person, he would like to stick to each other all the time. When he falls in love, he must aim to get married without turning his head.

If it's a different person, who would like to get the license with you as soon as the relationship is established? Not afraid of trouble in the future? But Ji Mian can consider nothing and satisfy his son's wishes first.

These two people are really inseparable Thinking of this, Xue Miao could only shake his head and smile bitterly.

Master Yu knew that he was going to shoot the two most important plays today. After finishing the work at hand, he came to visit the crew. However, he found that the crew was ready to finish work. The efficiency was frightening. The director and an actor named Liu Yilei are sitting in front of the monitor watching the playback; Xiao Jiashu squats under the eaves, worried; Ji Mian and Xue Miao are standing in a corner not far away talking, their expressions are not very good-looking.

"What about their negotiations?" Slender Yu asked in a low voice.

"Well." Xiao Jiashu nodded listlessly.

"Your mother has been a little grumpy recently. She texted and scolded me every day." Slender Yu feels that he has been wronged. He was so kind that in the end he took the blame for them.

"She's still beating me!" Xiao Jiashu felt his cheek, and his expression was even more tangled.

"It's over. You two are out of business." Yu duding, a slender man. He never saw anyone who could persuade Miaomiao, and so did Xiao Qijie. However, as soon as his voice fell, Ji Mian came over and made an OK gesture to the two men who stretched their necks. Xue Miao yelled at the top of his voice. He seemed very angry, but he soon calmed down. She held her forehead with a bitter smile, like helplessness and relief.

Slender Yu was stunned and said, "Ji Mian, how did you persuade Miaomiao?"

"Just go to the director and watch the replay. As I said, as long as Aunt Xue loves little trees, she can figure it out. "

Slim Yu immediately went to the director to watch the playback, and his expression changed from doubt to clarity, and finally became admiration. No wonder Ji Mian spent several months revising the script, and cut the plot many times until he was completely satisfied. When I got the script after the major reform, the original author cried and repeatedly told him that it was a pity that Mr. Ji didn't become a screenwriter.

Miao Miao is the queen, Ji Mian is Wei Wujiu, and Xiao Shu is Li Xianzhi. If Miao Miao doesn't want to give in, it will end like this. Ji Mian doesn't need to say a word at all, just let Miaomiao experience this extremely painful process.

Ji Mian, you son of a bitch, are really cruel to Miaomiao! Slender Yu scolded secretly, Shaoqing shook his head and laughed again. How could Miao Miao feel a little better when he saw that he was flat?

When the crew is finished, Xue Miao rarely calmly stops Ji Mian and invites him to dinner. During the dinner, she looked at her son and asked, "little tree, if I want to get married, what do you think?"

The slender hand that Yu pours wine slightly.

"If you love each other very much and they love you, of course I will agree." Xiao Jiashu nodded.

"What if that man is your uncle Xiu?"

Long Yu Kuang threw the bottle, picked it up in a hurry, and stared at Xiao Jiashu eagerly.

"If Uncle Xiu treats you as well as brother Ji treats me, I will not object. Mom, your happiness is the most important thing. " Xiao Jiashu holds her mother's hand.

Xue Miao was completely relieved, rubbed his son's head and sighed: "let's live with Ji Mian in the future. As you said, your happiness is the most important thing. "