Chapter 42: Heartburn Compared with the troublemakers in Brother Xing's family, Pei Yan has basically never caused trouble in the Dragon War Tianguan crew these days.
It is rare for him to be honest and quiet, which is simply contrary to his nature.
Not only was he dedicated during the filming, he was kind to the staff, and he also welcomed all the fans and paparazzi wandering around the set.
This time, he didn't try to be a big name and carve out anyone's car.
In the final analysis, because he was focused on one person.
Temperaments have changed and people have become gentle.
For him, filming with Zhuang Xiao is a kind of enjoyment.
Just like the wish he made under the sacred tree on the Pacific island, every day when the sun rises, he can see the person he likes, which is very happy and wonderful.
The shooting is coming to an end, and there are only a few more romantic days left to enjoy on the prairie.
Of course I cherish them.
On the roof of the city gate, when filming the thrilling flying and hanging shot, the director suggested that you both be stand-ins for the long shot.
Before the assistant director had time to raise his loudspeaker and call out to Sa Risheng, Zhuang Xiao stopped him: "Forget it, don't call him, I'm on."
People around looked at Zhuang Xiao.
Zhuang Xiao shook his head and said: "It doesn't matter, I can do it.
Doing stunts also depends on his mood.
If he is not in a good mood, he will be easily distracted.
If he is prone to accidents, I should do it."
Zhuang Xiao then felt someone tugging on his leash behind him, secretly tugging on him for a long time, which was getting annoying.
The production director's previous summary was not comprehensive enough.
There is a "troublemaker" on the set, but his troublesome side is only exposed in front of him, Brother Xiao.
Zhuang Xiao was dragged back and forced to retreat.
He moved a few steps to the side and turned his head: What are you doing again?
"What are you going to do?"
Pei Yan asked back, "You do what you are supposed to do, and you have to take care of what you are not supposed to do.
It's not you who taught me this time.
Don't take all the food in your own bowl."
Zhuang Xiao communicated with him with his eyes and mouth: "I asked Xiao Sa to take a day off today.
He must be in a bad mood."
Pei Yan refused to give up: "I'm afraid it will be dangerous for you to hang yourself up."
Zhuang Xiao said: "I'm used to Diaowei Ya, so I know the dangers well."
Pei Yan turned to the director and said, "I don't need a substitute, I'll do it myself."
Zhuang Xiao frowned and glared at him, what are you doing?
Pei Yan directly told the director: "Hey, do you want Brother Xiao to fight with the substitute, or with me?
He is only qualified to fight with me, right?
Is he qualified with the substitute?"
Pei Yan knew that Zhuang Xiao was very loyal and always protected those around him.
This person is usually very warm to everyone, but he is cold towards his own affairs and doesn't take them seriously.
The surrounding scenery is extremely beautiful, with red clouds filling the sky, as if a basin of blood has been overturned on the prairie, and the grass tops seem to be covered with a layer of fireworks.
This magnificent scenery just fits the plot and mood at this time.
Pei Yan and Zhuang Xiao hung on the edge of the city wall, fighting from top to bottom, then from bottom to top, for countless rounds.
In some scenes, Pei Yan is flying above, leaning down with a knife to attack Zhuang Xiao on the head.
In the next few shots, Zhuang Xiao turned around and leaned down to chop Pei Yan.
When the fight started, they were shouting hoarsely with a life-and-death expression.
As soon as the camera turned, they calmed down, with their eyes facing each other peacefully and smiling.
Every time a shot ended, it was necessary to lift the two men up and then lower them to the predetermined position.
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Zhuang Xiao took advantage of the situation and grabbed Mr.
Pei's waist in the air, brought him up, and then brought him down.
If you look in this direction from the distance of the city tower, you will see a beautiful picture against the background of the bloody sun and sky.
One of them is in white, the other is in red.
Their bodies are linked together and they are rising up the tower, their hatbands and belts flowing freely.
The shadow of the sword reflected the light in the eyes.
The bricks of the city wall were constantly being scraped off and shards were ejected on the face.
I could hardly open my eyes, but I wanted to open them to see the other person clearly.
When it was Zhuang Xiao's turn to kill from top to bottom, the man's eyes were red and he could barely hold on.
His expression was obviously uncomfortable, but he persisted and finished several shots.
The director, wearing a military coat, shouted to them from the tower with a loudspeaker, "It's over, it's very good.
Come on, come on this way.
Come on."
There are longing figures above and below the tower, as if they are far away between heaven and earth; but there are only two of them nearby, right at the intersection of eyelashes.
Zhuang Xiao gasped in a low voice, his face turned slightly pale.
He did not change his posture after the camera passed by.
He was still hanging head down, hooking one foot into a recess on the city wall to maintain his balance.
Pei Yan raised his head and stared at the person.
He took a few steps towards the wall, climbed up, quickly supported Zhuang Xiao, and carefully hugged him sideways, not daring to flip around and change positions.
"Does it hurt?"
he asked in a low voice.
He held the opponent's ribs with one hand and held him from above with the other: "Can you turn over?
Then move over slowly.
I will move to the side.
You lean against the wall first."
He slowly wandered to the wall, and the two of them were still hanging on the cliff of the city gate.
Zhuang Xiao was supported by him, holding one hand on the wall, moving like a slow motion, and finally turned himself over and leaned against the wall.
"Damn, I'm really old, weak, sick and disabled," Zhuang Xiao said.
"It hurts so much."
When Pei Yan touched it, the back of Zhuang Xiao's clothes became wet, and he felt terribly distressed.
"You still say that you love to show off to me, you are so fucking naughty."
Pei Yan raised his voice and called to the people above him, dragging them up.
Once on the tower, the hero immediately fell down.
He didn't have time to take off the wire rope and lay down directly on the hard masonry ground, unable to get up.
The shot of a golden bell hanging upside down with a big head full of blood, I was so stunned that my waist almost broke.
The director quickly directed the logistics workers to ask if there was a good masseur nearby.
He quickly invited one to come over.
After the show, he took Mr.
Zhuang to the hotel for a spa massage.
On the tower, the stunt team was still busy, walking around and re-preparing the wire rope to throw Eunuch Cen from the tower.
Throwing a wire rope, falling, hanging, death, beheading, the script is very tragic.
Of course, this series of shots cannot be shot continuously.
They are shot one shot after another, delicately connected, and then edited and produced later.
Red and yellow leaves are flying all over the sky, exaggerating the atmosphere of unrequited love, coquettishness and sadness.
The props team and the pyrotechnics team used blowers to blow wildly on the top of the tower, making the flowers look enchanting.
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The makeup artist touched up Pei Yan's makeup again to make her eyebrows more intense, her outer eyeliner shiny, and her inner eyeliner red, creating a dying-struggle effect like the canthus of the eye is cracked and bleeding.
Before the official throw, Pei Yan jumped out and walked once.
When he was dragged back, he was walking past someone, and someone suddenly grabbed his ankle.
Zhuang Xiao was still lying on the ground, covered with a military coat, and grabbed his feet.
Pei Yan squatted down: "What's going on?"
Zhuang Xiao looked at him: "Be careful when you jump, the safety rope is tight."
Pei Yan: "I know."
Zhuang Xiao then said: "Why is your face so red?
I strangled you?"
Pei Yan touched her face: "No, I haven't photographed the strangulation yet."
The camera was very erotic, so the makeup was very exaggerated.
Pei Yan's entire eye sockets, upper and lower eyelids, including her temples, were all crimson.
The makeup artist put all kinds of blushes in the black box on him.
The powdery ones were not strong enough to make the makeup come off easily, so he used liquid and cream blushes.
Zhuang Xiao hesitated to speak and reached out to touch the faint red mark on his neck.
Pei Yan understood and smiled: "It's okay, why don't you be a mother-in-law?"
He felt that Zhuang Xiao actually had a very serious heart, but he was usually indifferent to outsiders and did not express it easily.
Zhuang Xiao said to him: "I have been dreaming for the past few nights, and the horse keeps passing by in front of my eyes, dragging you away.
I can't forget that scene."
Pei Yan felt hot and said with a smile: "It's really okay.
These shots were shot separately.
They are all fake shots and they are not real."
Zhuang Xiao reached out to help him recheck the safety rope buckle behind his back.
It happens like this every time, and it becomes a tacit understanding between the two of them, as if Zhuang Xiao has checked the rope for him and everything is safe, and he can get through this one at once.
When Pei Yan was thrown from the tower, the moment was extremely beautiful.
The sky is filled with powder, red and white, and a layer of golden sand falls on the meadow in the distance.
His eyes were determined, his body soared into the air, his long white hair was suddenly blown away by the strong wind, and his falling heart was blown away in the wind.
His last glance was at "Yun Zhong" above the city gate.
I really saw Zhuang Xiao at that glance.
He faced that direction and adjusted his expression.
Zhuang Xiao happened to stand up on the wall, watching his movements and watching him being thrown off the city wall.
The entire robe and cloak lifted up in the wind, forming a bright red background behind Pei Yan's long hair, against the majestic blue sky.
He fell like this, amidst the blood-filled sky and the thrilling gazes from all around, his figure flashed across Zhuang Xiao's pupils.
In the view of the camera, there is a hint of the pleasure of revenge on the occasion of death and the sadness of farewell on his lips.
Open your hands, as if you want another hug from a distance.
Then he fell quickly and disappeared from the camera.
There was a mat following him three meters below.
The romance lasted for less than two seconds.
In addition to the rain of flowers in the camera, Pei Yan fell into the mat with a "plop" and took another mouthful of loess.
The director stared at the monitor and shouted: "Okay, okay, Yan Baoer, come on up."
Pei Yan shook her messy bird's nest-like hair, jumped over the battlements of the city wall, and climbed back.
A group of Fuhua Dao staff immediately gathered around to dust Yan Baoer's hair, tidy her hair, and touch up her makeup again.
Pei Yan politely high-fived the director, the cameraman and the producer, in order to finally give Mr.
Zhuang a high-five and quietly hold his hand.
Zhuang Xiao reminded him: "When you shoot the strangulation scene later, put an extra layer of protection on your neck."
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Pei Yan said: "It's okay, it's just a fake noose."
Zhuang Xiao's tone left no room for doubt: "I asked you to add an extra layer, and it can be erased in post-production anyway."
Pei Yan: "Okay."
Zhuang Xiao frowned, lay down on the spot again, and covered himself with a military coat.
He didn't want to watch the next scene.
After he got down, he said to Mr.
Pei: "You should avoid taking on villains in the future.
Don't do this kind of scenes all the time.
If it's unlucky, don't take on any scenes where you receive a box lunch."
Pei Yan's eyes didn't look right, and she gently pushed Zhuang Xiao: "What are you doing?"
I started to care about which roles he takes and which ones he doesn’t take.
The roles he was not allowed to take were not O-movies, but he was not allowed to take roles that were free of charge.
Zhuang Xiao's expression of turning his face away and covering his head was like being coquettish with him.
When has a person like Zhuang Xiao ever acted coquettishly with anyone?
I really want to strip this man naked on the spot.
I really want to fuck, and I moaned hard from this man's mouth, until Zhuang Xiao admitted to him personally: I really love you so much, and I just like you so much.
On top of the city tower, in the last shot, Pei Yan is hung on the wall by a prop steel cable.
Artificial blood flowed from the city wall behind him, outlining the pattern of cracks in the masonry and dyeing the vast earth color outside the wall red.
He opened his bloody lips, panting violently, tearing, struggling with his legs, and then slowly gave up.
What he was thinking about in his eyes and mind at this time was actually the body of the person he liked.
He imagined Zhuang Xiao's back and the line of his spine, which he had only glimpsed before and never had the chance to touch.
He imagined the beautifully sculpted muscles, the overworked but still sexy waist, the seductive mermaid line, and the muscular buttocks.
He was breathing heavily like a roar, and his own breathing and heartbeat could be heard in his ears.
The space between heaven and earth was filled with leaping and struggling backs.
He imagined Zhuang Xiao being crushed beneath him, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.
A pear tree weighs begonias.
If you and Zhuang Sheng are so blessed in this life, your death will be worth it.
Just thinking about it could make him orgasm.
He tilted his neck back, and blood lines were drawn from the corners of his mouth.
At the moment of climax, he breathed out happily.
The director shouted: "Okay" "It's been over" "Withdraw, pull the people up."
All the staff in the audience applauded easily, roared a few times, and applauded Pei Shaoxia's acting skills in his dying moments.
Pei Yan's scene on the grassland has finally been completed.
At the end, there is a scene where the head flashes away, using a human head mold made by the props team.
It is bloody, so there is no need for him to come in person.
The producer pays and the director hands out red envelopes.
This is an unwritten rule on the set.
Every martial artist and extra who was killed in the shot, or who played the role of a corpse, received a small red envelope.
As the only leading actor who received a box lunch, Pei Yan received a big red envelope from the crew.
He twisted it with his hand and found out that there was a thick pile, probably worth 20,000 yuan.
According to the rules, this money must be spent quickly to get rid of the evil spirit and cannot be kept.
Zhuang Xiao was carried onto the RV on a stretcher by the logistics staff and then taken back to the hotel.
An entertainment reporter had already sneaked into the hotel in the scenic area and was waiting nearby for filming and interviews.
When he saw the stretcher bearer, he ran over.
A group of people from the crew gathered around and blocked the filming with their hands.
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They ran through the lobby like a swarm of swarms and carried Zhuang Xiao upstairs.
There are also some entertainment reporters who are blind and try to follow Sarisheng.
They are really not afraid of being cut off.
They probably think that the daily ticket price of more than 200 yuan and the room fee of more than 300 yuan for this scenic spot are too damn cheating, so they don’t do interviews.
Two sentences, if you don’t get chopped several times by the person involved, it will all be in vain.
So, the young prince did not come back to the hotel to stay that night.
He ran away on horseback and hid in some yurt.
How can there be a reliable masseur in this stupid place?
The local barefoot doctors who use local methods of treatment do not dare to use them easily.
Pei Yan went to Zhuang Daxia's room to express condolences to the wounded, and saw Zhuang Xiao lying on the carpet in the room, with a sheet under him and a thin quilt over him.
"Lie on the ground."
Pei Yan knelt down and stared.
"The bed is too soft."
Zhuang Xiao whispered.
Underneath the thin quilt was a layer of shirt, with the waist exposed and smelling of medicinal oil.
Several crew members came in and out, and later left with a look.
Pei Yan put his palms on Zhuang Xiao's lower back: "I'll rub it for you."
Zhuang Xiao glanced at him: Don't rub it blindly, it hurts.
Pei Yan showed a smirk: "I won't rub your painful place."
Zhuang Xiao understood it and replied with one word: "Get lost."
Pei Yan was very thick-skinned: "I understand that the meaning of "get out" is to welcome me in return, which means to allow me to use my hands and feet on you."
A dimple appeared on Zhuang Xiao's lips: "Don't make my back hurt just by making me smile."
Pei Yan applied some medicated oil on the palms of his hands, lightly covered Zhuang Xiao's back and waist, and pressed gently.
He didn't know much about massage therapy and didn't dare to rub anything.
At this time, he was a little annoyed that he had never cared about anyone and never learned to take care of others.
He didn't seem to know anything except fighting.
The palms of his hands gradually became warm, and Zhuang Xiao's back trembled slightly under his palms.
He couldn't help but have such evil thoughts, and it was because Zhuang Xiao was very tolerant that he wouldn't lose his temper.
His hand slid down uncontrollably, got into the gap between the person and the sheets, touched it, and held it through the thin pants.
Zhuang Xiao's eyes flashed and he remained silent.
For a moment, Zhuang Xiao still couldn't help but frowned and said: "No more trouble, it really hurts when I move."
"Then don't move, don't push my hand, just poke me."
Pei Yan said lamely.
The lump of flesh was alive, moving and swelling, and had great sensations.
You could tell by touching it that there was no organic problem.
The man is very strong and strong at his young age.
"If I don't do bad things, I'll just touch your size."
Pei Yan smiled.
"Are you satisfied with the size?"
Zhuang Xiao sneered at him.
There is no room for blushing in this room, there is no one to be afraid of.
"I'm so satisfied.
It's so big and strong."
Pei Yan stared straight at the person, "Do you want to measure my size?
Are you satisfied with my figure?"
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Zhuang Xiao buried his face, ignored him, and did not meet his request.
If the gun is really going to go off, the hardness down there will definitely affect the muscles.
My waist really hurts, and I am about to take off the ring.
Zhuang Xiao took out his restless hand, took out a prepared stack of banknotes from his trouser pocket, and patted it for him.
"What are you doing?"
Pei Yan was stuffed with money for no apparent reason.
The banknotes were folded and wrapped in a piece of red paper improvised from somewhere.
It was a crude version of a "red envelope".
"The red envelope I gave you will help you ward off evil spirits.
If you know something wise, go and spend the money quickly."
Zhuang Xiao looked at him sideways and spoke in a low voice, but it always made Pei Yan feel very intimidating.
He will listen to whatever Brother Xiao says and he will do it.
Pei Yan touched Zhuang Xiao's face with one hand, inserted his fingers into his long hair and rubbed it, then stretched his neck and kissed her hard. gd1806102: