Crossover Actors - Chapter 37

[Chapter 37]

The Porsche pulled over and turned off the fire. Two streets away from the community, mottled tree shadows shone on the vicissitudes of the cement road, with a similar scenery. Qu Yanting glanced out the window and asked, “Where is this?” The driver turned back and said, “On the set, I will

shoot here today.”

Get off the car and climb the fifth and sixth steps. The entrance is similar to that of an ordinary storefront. There is a narrow sign on the side, and the handwriting has been blurred.

This is a small vegetable market, which is old and full of vegetables, fruits, meat, eggs, and non-staple food. Qu Yanting walked in, and mixed voices and smells hit his face.

Group A is at the end of the second column and is getting ready.

Qu Yanting passed one stall after another, and his heels stepped on the washed checkered tiles, making a creaking sound. The closer he got to the end, the slower he walked, and he smelled a strong fishy smell.

“Yan Ting!” Ren Shu saw him and strode over to greet him, “This place is shabby, why are you here!”

Qu Yanting did not explain the reason, but said, “I haven’t told you about the flight tomorrow morning.”

“You are not early . Say, I’m afraid of you!” Ren Shu frowned anxiously, “I’ll adjust the show, I’ll see you off in the evening, and I’ll take you to the airport tomorrow morning.”

Qu Yanting shook his head: “Just do what you should do, busy. Yours.” During the

speech, Qu Yanting swept over Ren Shu’s shoulders and swept towards the crowd. The outermost circle was for chores, followed by the photography team, the lighting engineer, and the red makeup teacher, who were on tiptoes and retouching the male protagonist’s makeup. .

The powder puff patted his face softly, and Lu Wen’s eyes were also soft. He saw Qu Yanting as soon as he appeared, and didn’t look away.

I sent such a message without thinking about it last night. I didn’t expect that Qu Yanting would agree. When I flipped through the filming announcement this morning, Lu Wen regretted his bowels.

The fish stall rented by the crew is filming today’s scene where Ye Shan sells and kills fish.

After finishing his makeup, Lu Wen walked through the crowd. He felt sorry. Qu Yanting didn’t touch the fish and shrimp. Staying here is suffering. But Qu Yanting came for him, and he couldn’t help but jump for joy.

Putting his hand into his pocket, Lu Wen stopped in front of Qu Yanting, and at the same time took out a box of mints, poured two of them himself, and stuffed the rest of the box for the other party: “Mr. Qu, it doesn’t smell good here, you squeeze it with candy. .”

Qu Yanting caught it: “Did you do it on purpose?”

“Really not.” Lu Wen explained, “What happened last night, I don’t remember what to shoot. I just wanted you to come…”

Mint The sugar melted slightly on the tip of the tongue, cold as ice, and Qu Yanting opened his mouth and inhaled. He counts, and even if the environment is not good, he will stare at the scene.

Lu Wen asked, “When will you leave?”

“Tomorrow morning.” Qu Yanting replied. Lu Wen

should not be vague: “What time is it?”

Qu Yanting was not stupid. He asked clearly the time to drop off the plane. There were many people.

Said, pursed his mouth so hard that a small wine pit was squeezed out of the corner of his mouth. Qu Yanting had seen such a pitiful appearance before, the lethality was unbearable for ordinary people, he couldn’t see his heart and turned his face away.

“…” Lu Wen said sadly, “You don’t look at me too often?”

Yu Guang threw it lightly, and Qu Yanting said, “He’s tall and big like a pillar, don’t be cute.”

Lu Wen didn’t admit it: “I This is a revealing of true feelings.”

“What are you revealing to me?” Qu Yanting raised his hand, stretched Lu Wen’s collar, and patted on the broad and straight shoulder, “Show it to your precious girlfriend.”

”

I—” Lu Wen just started, and the field record urged people to take their place.

The fish stalls are surrounded by a square, with three tables, next to them selling kelp and shrimps, fresh fish and shrimps hanging on the table, and live fish swimming in the large rectangular basin in front of the table.

Lu Wen went in and sat down with his hands down, the little broken chair creaked. He has never bought vegetables himself, and today is the first time he has set foot in a vegetable market.

In order to perform this scene well, Lu Wen arrived two hours early to observe the expressions, movements and ways of dealing with people and things from the vendors, and then made some adjustments based on Ye Shan’s own characteristics.

To be honest, Lu Wen was stunned wherever he rubbed it. But as soon as the machine was turned on, he ignored it, grabbed a rag to wipe the table, set up an electronic scale, sharpened a kitchen knife, and skillfully opened a plastic bag.

Qu Yanting was stuck in the canvas folding chair, staring intently at the play. The details of Lu Wen’s busy work were vivid. He chewed a mint and hooked the corner of his mouth with relief.

An aunt stopped in front of the booth and picked two fish. Ye Shan picked it up. The plump live fish jumped happily and jumped back into the water from the chopping board.

Duan Meng approached the camera and was splashed with water: “Little Lu, brother loves you, take it easy.”

Lu Wen took the second shot nervously, and fished the fish on the chopping board. The head and tail of the fish bounced wildly. He held it down desperately with both hands, forgetting to say any lines.

After finally finishing this set of shots, it was time to kill the fish. Lu Wen pressed the fish in one hand and the knife in the other. The camera moved closer to him, and he chopped off the fish’s tail with a bang.

Qu Yanting: “…”

Before Lu Wen joined the group, he learned from the nanny, but he didn’t learn it, so he made a hole in his hand. When he was healed, he went straight to Chongqing. He said embarrassingly, “Director, I don’t know how to kill fish.

” The boss is a native of Chongqing and has a big heart. After the handover, he went home and went to sleep. He looked around: “I don’t know either,

who will clean up the fish and teach him.” Good at this, there are one or two, but it is only a busy amateur level. Lu Wen couldn’t help being anxious. This was the last scene Qu Yanting stared at him before he left, and he had to play it well.

After catching another fish, Lu Wen held the head of the fish with his left hand, scraped the scales with a knife in his right hand, and the muscles in his arms were tensed. Suddenly, the tail of the fish was suddenly lifted, and the blade swiped across the back of the left hand.

Several people around exclaimed, and Ren Shu stopped him: “Xiao Lu! Don’t be rude!” The

rubber glove was torn, and Lu Wen took it off, but his hand was not injured. The scene was chaotic and quiet, and everyone was worried about what to do next.

Qu Yanting poured seven or eight mint candies in the palm of his hand, and threw them all in his mouth, his cheeks bulged slightly, he got up, took off his jacket, and rolled up his sleeves in Yishui’er’s surprised eyes.

Lu Wen hesitated: “Mr. Qu…”

“Get out of the way.” Qu Yanting went around.

The strong fishy smell penetrated straight into his nostrils, Qu Yanting held his breath, his gloves were broken, and he took the knife with his bare hands.

He grabbed the flying fish back, and the thing had to escape. The handle of the knife was lightly placed in the palm of his hand, the thin blade was turned up, the knife dropped in his hand, and he took the knife and smashed it hard on the fish’s head!

Everyone looked straight, and they couldn’t believe that Qu Yanting would do this.

This room was a little cramped to accommodate two adults. Lu Wen was next to him, leaning on his side, inevitably bumping into Qu Yanting’s shoulder. He was an exception, neither surprised nor admired, the apex of his heart seemed to be pulled.

What have these slender and white wrists, the fingers that hold the pen and type, ever do? Have you sacrificed a whole weekend at a young age, working from early to late, and covered in fishy smells?

Lu Wen didn’t know, so he didn’t dare to guess.

The sleeves of the cashmere sweater were very loose and slipped down from the elbow. Qu Yanting rubbed against his waist. After three or two times, his patience ran out and he stabbed Lu Wen in the stomach with his elbow.

“Look a little longer.” He said, “Help me roll it up.”

Lu Wen wrapped Qu Yanting’s wrist with one hand, held it and pushed it up, stacking the delicate sleeves back to the elbows, the cuffs were wet, already Inevitably got wet.

Qu Yanting taught him: “Knock on the head of the fish first, and let it stay still, and then it will be killed.” The

tip of the knife pointed directly at the gill opening, cut through the gap, cut the gill with a hook with the tip of the knife, and turned the fish over at the same time. , the hooked side of the gills sticks to the chopping board, and chops off with a “click”.

After Qu Yanting finished processing the fish’s gills, the blade went down vertically: “Scraping the scales with the knife, and scraping row by row along the lines of the fish scales, it will not be clean after scraping.”

Lu Wen listened seriously: “I see.”

After scraping the scales , Qu Yanting cut open the fish maw to dispose of the internal organs, fearing that Lu Wen would not remember it, so he picked up another one after cleaning up, until he taught Lu Wen. At the end, Qu Yanting slid a wedge and stuck the tip of the knife on the wooden chopping board.

Lu Wen handed over the tissue: “Thank you, Teacher Qu.” The

palms were dyed slippery, the tiger’s mouth was reddened by the fins, and Qu Yanting wiped his hands and said, “If you are not skilled, take a few more shots, don’t cut your hands, just scared people to death. Continuing to

shoot from behind, Qu Yanting came out and walked out with a handful of paper towels. He stopped on the steps in front of the vegetable market and took a deep breath of clean and fresh air.

There was a smell in the chest, and Qu Yanting felt nauseated and wanted to find something to press. There was a small shop next to him. He bought a pack of cigarettes and sat on the stone pier beside the steps to light one.

The first time I smoked, I was curious about the taste of nicotine when I was a teenager, but I was too strapped to fill my stomach. Qu Yanting recalled from afar, breathing milky white smoke.

Before today, he thought that he would never kill fish again in this life, and that he would lose this skill after many years. Unexpectedly, that series of actions seems to be engraved in the bones, and it is not easy to erase at all.

I didn’t pay attention to how long it had passed. After filming, Lu Wen came out and saw Qu Yanting before he stepped out of the door. The famous brand coat is half open, with a good figure, exhaling a wisp of warm white smoke in the desolate early winter.

“Why are you still pumping?” Lu Wen said in a familiar tone.

Qu Yanting asked, “Is it cool?”

The young man who smoked for the first time didn’t care whether he was cool or not. He wanted to learn from Chow Yun-fat in the movie. Fengshui took turns, and Lu Wen finally had the opportunity to laugh at Qu Yanting’s childishness.

An old woman set up a stall on the steps to sell flowers, two bamboo plaques with white jasmine orchids in them. No one was there for a long time, so Lu Wen bought a bunch.

He gave it to Qu Yanting: “Mr. Qu, I’ll send it to you.”

First, there were carnations carried by a bottle in the hotel wall, and then a string of yellow orchid for a few dollars. Qu Yanting commented: “You don’t pick.”

“I don’t understand.” Lu Wen said with reason, “I can’t give you too expensive or too good, it seems that I am flattering you and not sincere, after all you are—”

Qu Yanting interjected: “The person who is qualified to sneak in you.”

Lu Wenyi was unbearable Looking back, why bother to mention it again, he pinched the cigarette butt between Qu Yanting’s fingers, put the flower string on Qu Yanting’s wrist, and said, “Just treat it as a small farewell gift.”

Qu Yanting asked with a smile, “This quality will last until I go to the airport. “Is it?”

“It depends on you.” Lu Wen touched each other’s cuffs, “It’s all wet, let’s go back to the crew and change one.

” In the writer’s lounge, I went straight to the bathroom to wash my hands.

Lu Wen went to the dressing room on the second floor, removed his makeup first, and brought two spare sets of clothes in the morning. He put on a shirt, went downstairs, and knocked on the door of 101.

Qu Yanting was in the bedroom, standing by the bed and folded a small blanket. Out of the corner of his eye, he recognized Lu Wen’s outline and said, “I won’t take the blanket, just leave it here, and whoever wants to cover it can cover it.”

“Okay.”

“The refrigerator . I haven’t finished my snacks and drinks, so give everyone a point.” “Got

it.”

“There are two boxes of milk, drink it. The lunch box is often spicy.” ”

Well.”

, Lu Wen really realized that Qu Yanting was leaving. He cheered up, made arrangements for the last day together, and handed him his shirt: “Mr. Qu, let’s make do with me first.” The

cuffs of the sweater were clammy and smelly, but Qu Yanting didn’t shirk it. He took it and said with emotion: ” Unconsciously, I wore your clothes several times, and returned to the hotel at night.”

Lu Wen doesn’t care: “It doesn’t matter if you don’t pay it back.”

“How can you do that?” Qu Yanting said, “I already missed a sweater, but today I gave you flowers and a shirt. Your parting gift is rich enough.”

“This is a gift set.” Everyone was about to leave, and Lu Wen didn’t want to hide it. “It’s mainly my thoughts, the things are just samples.”

No curtains were drawn, no lights were turned on, the bedroom was dimly lit, and Qu Yanting turned his back , lifted up the cashmere sweater and took it off, rubbing the hair behind his head slightly.

Lu Wen’s white back was swaying in front of his eyes. The thin, slightly convex spine snaked from the waist to the back, connecting two fan-shaped shoulder blades, as if a looming butterfly kite was engraved on the back.

Qu Yanting put on his shirt, which was wider, with the cuffs covering the back of his hands. Lu Wen approached and took out a pair of cuff pins from his pocket, which were made to match this shirt, and helped Qu Yanting to fold it up and fix it.

Lu Wen lowered his head and smelled the faint scent of lavender on the fabric, which was diffused by the rattan in the hotel’s cloakroom.

He sniffed and sniffed.

Qu Yanting sensed it sensitively, his raised hand curled into a fist, and he pulled it back suddenly. With a tinkling sound, the bad cuff needle fell to the floor.

Lu Wen was startled: “What’s the matter? Is there a tie?”

Qu Yanting was defensive and alienated: “What do you smell?”

“Nothing,” Lu Wen was a little confused, “It smells…”

Qu Yanting looked panic and pushed him away , strode out of the bedroom.

Lu Wen reacted for two seconds, chased out, and heard the sound of rushing water.

Walking to the bathroom door, Lu Wen was stunned.

Turning the faucet to the maximum, Qu Yanting bent down and kept rubbing his hands, his fingernails scraped across his skin, leaving traces of water droplets on the mirror, and the back of his hands gradually turned red.

He was stunned, stunned, and his fragile nerves were bound by the net woven by old memories.

Qu Yanting has always endured, the vegetable market, the cramped fish stall, the live fish that flickered, his shabby youth, the pair of cuffs that were wrapped in the fishy smell and eaten away.

He used up all his strength to pretend to be an indestructible wall. At this moment, he was defeated, but it was only a cracked glass. When touched lightly, the surface and the inside were broken, just like the self-esteem scattered all over the ground when he was bullied. .

The sound of water was frantic, and Lu Wen’s heart contracted violently uncontrollably.

He rushed up, grabbed Qu Yanting’s wrist like holding a bunch of flowers, the dripping cold water fell, he dragged those hands towards him and covered his warm abdomen.

Lu Wen hugged Qu Yanting, stiff and light.

He didn’t know how to open his mouth, to ask, to coax, what to ask, what to coax. Drama and reality overlap in countless scenes, and chaotic clues fly in front of his eyes.

Lu Wen remembered that classroom. In the corner by the window, he picked up Qu Yanting’s manuscript paper that had been blown away by the wind.

After a long time, Qu Yanting buried himself on his shoulders and whispered, “Why?” Lu Wen listened quietly

, accompanied by a pounding heartbeat.

“When I hid in the last seat and was ignored,” Qu Yanting asked bitterly, “Why didn’t you appear at the table?”

[End of This Chapter]