Chapter 37：

"Action!"

The camera began to move slowly back.

Ji Li carried the schoolbag strap with one hand and walked slowly to the door of the house.

In the room separated by the door, the woman's depressive and painful cry for help was heard intermittently, intermittently condensed on people's hearts.

Ji Li's eyes fell slightly, and the schoolbag slipped from his hand and threw it at his feet like rubbish.

He looked around the ground blankly, bent down and picked up an old gray brick that was nearby, and hid silently behind him.

—Hey.

The door of the concealed house was opened by him.

The woman fell on the cold floor, her eyes full of fear and death, she curled up slightly and struggled, the blood on her forehead was so familiar and dazzling.

Hearing the movement, the stepfather glanced at him drunkly, "Oh, the **** is back?"

Ji Li lowered his eyes to avoid his staring at each other, a trace of hatred overflowed from the depths of his pupils.

He stood firmly on the spot, looking at Xiang's mother who was weakly struggling to open the string, "Mom, I'm back."

Seeing that he had been ignored, the stepfather threw the belt directly on the woman, and ordered the boy, "Get out of here, go back to the room! Didn't you see Lao Tzu teaching a woman? Huh?"

He swayed forward, his face stinking as usual, "Are you trying to let me beat you to death?"

Ji Li saw the right time and directly smashed the bricks hidden behind him, "The **** person is you."

-哐!

The brick exploded on the man's head, breaking to pieces.

The brick is a powdery prop prepared by the crew in advance. The blood bag hidden in Wei Guofu's wig burst open immediately and flowed down his'wound'.

The photographer was very on the road, and the lens shifted between the two of them.

In front of the monitor, the contrast on both sides of the screen is very obvious and outstanding—

One is thin and the other is tall, but they can present an aura that is completely opposite to their own.

The eyes of the young man on the left erupted with monstrous fierce intent, and his soft appearance had always been hardened bit by bit. He was like a bladed knife, and it made people cold all over his body when he was close to him.

The man on the right staggered two steps, most of his drunkenness was awakened by intense pain. He stretched out his hand and touched the blood on his face, and his whole person's eyes widened and fell backward in disbelief.

Wei Guofu is worthy of being an old drama player, just fell to the ground so abruptly, without even humming any pain.

The face of the man in the picture is covered with blood, and his eyelids are lifted laboriously, and it seems that he has not completely fainted.

Xiangmu was frightened by the sudden change, and she was powerless to call, "...An'an?"

Xiang Suian glanced at his mother, bent over and picked up the belt on the ground. He learned the man's movements in his memory, and fixed the head of the belt round and round to his white and slender palm.

The boy in the camera looks expressionless, but if you study carefully, you can find that he has a lot of slight changes.

The blue veins on the back of Ji Li's hand appeared little by little, as if he could break through the thin skin of the back of his hand at any time, and the undissipated fierce intent in his eyes reunited...

However, within four or five seconds, the aura becomes terrifying.

When everyone saw this familiar movement, their hairs stood upright.

Someone couldn't help but whispered, "God, how do I feel that Xiang Suian's action is more terrifying than his scumbag stepfather?"

"Jili is too strong! At most half an hour before and after, the same role, the feeling of acting like this is completely different?"

The same role, the same scene, and even the lines have not changed too much.

But even in this "similarly different" shooting mode, the youth's aura can show a significant difference without feeling abrupt and collapsed.

"Follow him, I wish Xiang Sui'an would beat his stepfather to death!"

After a staff member finished speaking, Ji Li, who was filming, simultaneously launched a fierce force.

"Don't you like domestic violence?"

-Snapped!

"Don't you like to use a belt to smoke people?"

-Snapped!

"Don't you want to beat us to death?"

-Snapped!

The tender face of the teenager was stained with a palpitating yin bird, and every time he asked a word, he used a belt to give his stepfather who was about to faint.

Blue veins broke out between his forehead, and there was fine sweat spreading on the top. The force of his whipping action was heavier than that, and the killing intent became heavier as he went to the back.

In front of the monitor, Wang Zhang and Qin Li looked at each other. The former sighed slightly, "The use of whip power to convey the emotions of the characters intensifies, and the emotions are materialized. This kid, Ji Li, has a good sense of proportion in the characters."

When Qin Li heard this compliment, a trace of approval flashed between his eyebrows.

Rather than saying that the youth is interpreting characters, it is better to say that he is interpreting the "self" in the script. His sense of proportion is naturally sent out by his inner role empathy.

Just thinking about it, Ji Li, who was shooting, made a change in time.

The boy's complexion was flushed, and unexpected tears burst into his eyes. He roared in a crying voice—

"It's you who should hit!"

"The **** person is you too!"

"In the past few years, why did you treat us like this! You say it! What qualifications do you have to treat us like this?"

"-what!"

The whipping rhythm gradually became chaotic, and the strength was not as straightforward and determined as before.

Xiang Suian, after all, is that sensitive young man, he will never become a cruel and violent murderer.

Finally, he knelt down in front of the man, covering his face and crying bitterly.

"why?"

"What did I do wrong? I'm so tired, I'm really tired..."

With each reincarnation, his inner collapse will intensify.

Obviously, I am familiar with all the details, and I clearly want to change again and again, but in the end the ending is still a bottomless abyss.

"An An, mom knows you are tired, knows you are obedient, you are the most obedient... you are good, don't scare mom."

Xiang Mu was obviously frightened by his reaction.

She couldn't open the string, so she could only move to the boy's side with great effort, with her crying face pressed against his cold and trembling hand, "An'an, it's mother who is wrong, and mother shouldn't involve you..."

Xiang Suian dropped his hands and stared at Xiang mother with red eyes.

The woman's body is in a mess, and the gentle eyes in those memories have long been stunned by the years.

Xiang Suian wiped away the tears, and without a word, untied the tight rope on Xiang's mother.

After reincarnation so many times, he was already able to untie this restraint as quickly as possible.

Xiangmu looked at him in a daze, "An An?"

"Mom, wait for me." Xiang Suian looked at the bruise on the corner of the woman's eye, and turned away weakly.

He got up, found a bag of simple luggage from the inside of the cupboard in a familiar manner, and walked back, "You go, the farther you go, the better."

Xiangmu was stiff in place, unable to send a word with her slightly opened mouth.

She actually packed this luggage bag early in the morning.

Xiang Suian snorted indifferently, and pulled out a sour smile, "I know you want to run, but you can't let me go."

The meal for the night of the third year of high school was actually the last meal that Xiang's mother made for him. The former had already secretly contacted friends from other provinces and planned to escape again.

The reason why the stepfather would hit her was because he heard the phone calls between her and his friends.

Xiang Suian carried her luggage in one hand, and led her to the door of the house with the other hand.

A few seconds later, Xiangmother looked at the baggage in her hand, tears bursting, "An'an, can you forgive me?"

She has really reached the limit, and if she doesn't leave this time, then there is only a dead end in life.

Xiang Suian hugged her gently, with a hoarse voice, "You are not wrong, and I did not blame you. You raised me until I was eighteen, and I will walk on my own in the future."

The boy's tone was very slow, as if he was already familiar with such parting—

"Remember, don't contact me after escaping, you will treat me as a child."

"I won't send you off. I'm here to help you watch him. I won't let him find you again. Don't be afraid."

The camera moved behind Ji Li, and Song Xingchen slowly raised his hand to the mother, but never dared to land on the child's back.

She is afraid that she will feel weak.

She admitted that she was a cowardly and incompetent mother. Not only did she lead her life into a mess, but she also brought her own flesh and blood into this dire straits.

"I'm sorry, An An."

After a brief hug, Xiang mother walked resolutely.

The night overwhelmed her thin figure, and also took away the last trace of the boy's warmth about home.

Ji Li stood alone in the doorway, motionless.

In a daze, what Mu Suian said in the lounge came to mind.

—Jili, the last thing I regret in my life is to cry and keep my mother the night of the third year of high school.

-She relentlessly promised me not to leave, but two days later, she was beaten again late at night and was thrown into the river by the drunk scum.

—Later, the scumbag finally pleaded guilty to the law. I kept her swollen and white body alone for three days. Even if the tears ran away, I couldn't get her to call me peace.

—If life can be repeated, I swear to send her away with a smile.

Ji Li took a deep breath and desperately held back his tears. He took a photo from his pocket and held it tightly in his palm.

After a while, he pulled out a heartfelt smile and murmured, "Mum, goodbye."

The wind in the autumn night quietly swept away the young man's final farewell.

From now on, he is really an orphan that nobody wants.

…

The five-minute mirror to the end ended in loneliness and relief.

There have been staff members with low tears secretly wiping their tears, "Xiang's mother is too cruel, she just left, and left An An alone. When his scumbag stepfather wakes up, will he still have a way to survive?"

"Domestic violence deserves to die!" Someone responded, "Well, Ji Li played so well in the end."

Wang Zhang suppressed the throbbing in his heart and called out the next sentence, "Card! It's over!"

Song Xingchen walked back from the shadows, her tears were not completely contained, she hugged Ji Li, who was still standing stupidly on the spot, "My dear son, thank you for your hard work."

The embrace of the other party was very warm, as if it really carried the familiar smell of mother, which relieved Ji Li's heavy burden in the play in a timely manner.

"It's not hard, thank you Teacher Song."

Ji Li withdrew from her embrace and hurriedly walked to Wei Guofu's side, "Ms. Wei, the scene just now..."

"Eh."

Wei Guofu raised his hand graciously, and stopped his unexpressed apology, "Everything is for the effect of the movie. You young junior knows the truth, can I be a predecessor to be hypocritical?"

Song Xingchen followed and nodded in agreement.

Ji Li curled her lips and bowed deeply at the bones of the two old operas, "Thank you two teachers, this time I can play with you, the younger generation has benefited a lot."

In Wei Guofu's eyes, the appreciation is even stronger, "I have acted in so many scenes, and I have never met a few young actors who can look like you in the end."

Song Xingchen added, "I didn't see you take the script during the whole process. It seems that the trick is in my heart."

When the crowd onlookers heard this, they suddenly reacted—

Yup!

The young man never took the script from start to finish!

Even in the first trial, he didn't make any mistakes on the stage!

How many young actors can do this kind of memory and concentration on the play?

The crew on the set were shocked, and even more admired, they couldn't help but discuss in a low voice—

"I'll put the words here, just like Ji Li, who can be angry if he doesn't?"

"I need you to say? As long as you are not blind, you can see it. Wait, there must be a place for him in the future film circle."

Qin Li calmly walked up and stood silently beside the young man.

"Two teachers, thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedule to come to guest appearances. When you get back to the sea market when you are free, I will invite you to dinner."

Song Xingchen did not refuse his invitation, instead he asked to nod, "Okay, next time Ji Li will come here too? The meal in this play is not enough, I have to have a meal outside the play with my "baby son"."

Qin Li readily agreed, "Okay, next time I will take him with him."

Ji Li nodded in cooperation, completely unaware of the subtle subtleties in the man's words.

The crew photographer came up, "Teachers, take a group photo?"

"of course."

Qin Li voluntarily gave up his position, letting the "family of three" stand together and take a group photo.

Ji Li was spoiled by the two old drama bones and pushed to the middle position. After hearing the photographer's command, he smiled brightly and contentedly.

Qin Li stood on the side, seeing that the other party was not as sinking in the play as the previous two times and couldn't come out. Only then did the worries lurking in his heart completely dissipated.

"Qin Li, almost leaving."

Qi An came over at the right time.

Tomorrow is the company's quarterly meeting, and the two have never been absent.

They changed their bookings to the latest flight, and now they have to leave. It is estimated that it will be one or two in the morning when they arrive at their home in Haishi.

After taking the group photo, Ji Li happened to hear this sentence, "Brother Li, are you leaving in a hurry?"

Qin Li nodded lightly.

He praised in front of everyone, "You performed very well in this scene, which completely raised my expectations for this investment project."

Ji Li smiled slightly, "Thank you Brother Li."

Qin Li looked around to see the lively staff, fearing that his appreciation of the youth would cause inconvenience to him.

So, after a little thought, he invited the company's Feng Cheng, and gave a few more words in the tone of the boss's predecessor.

Feng Cheng obviously didn't expect that Qin Li would give him instructions alone. He nodded flatteredly, his eyes full of energy, and his heart was already wailing—

Ah ah ah, I will work hard, boss! I won't let you down, boss!

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#Note: The plot of the play in the play is required for character creation. I do not advocate and strongly oppose it~Reject domestic violence and start with us!