Chapter 70 (1/2)

After a period of intensive publicity, ”the apostles” was finally released as scheduled. After the brief meeting, the lights of the cinema dimmed, and Xiao Jiashu sat beside Ji Mian, nervous and cold. This is his first time to watch his own film. He doesn't know how to perform and whether he can win the audience's approval.

”Don't be nervous. You're doing very well.” Ji Mian came close to his ear and comforted him with a deep voice.

Xiao Jiashu's thoughts suddenly deviated. Ji Ge's voice is really good. No wonder most of his films use the original sound, and rarely use the dubbing. Emma, ears are going to be pregnant. He felt his hot earlobe and had already forgotten his nervousness.

Ji Mian's deep smile made his ears tremble. If it wasn't for the sound of the opening song, he would still be immersed in the idol's intoxicating ”subwoofer”.

As the plot of the film unfolds slowly, the audience may not feel much, but Xiao Jiashu can easily find out how different his performance is in the early and later stages. In the early stage, he didn't know what performance was, but simply presented the other side of his life. Although it looked very natural, it was less infectious. Performance without acting skills is thin, insipid and powerless. Now he understood what it meant.

In the later stage, he gradually put himself into the character's heart, and his acting skills also made great progress. Like a bystander, he calmly analyzes his performance in the film and silently records his achievements or shortcomings; like a participant, he is deeply attracted by the development of the plot. Finally, when he saw the scene of Ling Feng's death, his mind was blank, and he could only stare at Ji Mian's eyes magnified countless times.

The despair and grief in his eyes poured into his heart like sea water, which made his mind trance and his heart cut like a knife. Before he knew it, his face was full of tears. The cold tears slipped down his neck and made him wake up. Then he dropped his head and wiped his face with a paper towel.

After that, he had no time to think wildly. He had been absorbed by Ling Tao, who was determined to destroy the whole world. Seeing Ling Tao injured, he seems to feel the pain; seeing Ling Tao falling into madness, he seems to have lost his way. His joys, sorrows and joys are all controlled by the characters in the film, only because Ji Mian's acting skills are too powerful to break away from. What's more, he once played Ling Tao's brother. This kind of appeal was countless times stronger, and instantly dragged him into the illusory but real world.

Finally, Ling Tao was shot and fell. He lay on a pile of ashes, and the light in his eyes went out little by little. One after another, there were low cries in the movie hall. It was clearly a villain, but no audience applauded him because his life was too rough and tragic. He was thoroughly bad, but also loved to the bone; although his heart was full of darkness, it was also full of light.

This is a man who is so complicated, so cold, but so hot. He and Ling Feng are like a chimeric whole. Once they lose each other, they are no longer a complete person, so they lose the meaning of existence. His ending has long been predestined.

He uses extreme black to set off Lingfeng's extreme white. On the contrary, Ling Feng wakes up his only remaining good thoughts with extreme brightness. The existence of these two characters in the film is based on and presupposes each other. We can't give up any of them to talk about their performance. Once one of the actors can't keep up with the other, the movie is ruined.

But now, instead of being destroyed, it is full of glory because of the extraordinary performance of the two actors. All the contradictions and conflicts, human nature and brutality hidden in the plot are like a hot lava, exploding in a violent way.

The audience were either surprised, sobbed or addicted, all of them were deeply attracted by the plot, but Xiao Jiashu was almost suffocated. He stares at the dying Ling Tao and can't help shouting in his heart: don't die, don't care about my ashes, get on the plane and go! Leave here to go abroad, build a house of your own, get married, have children, and live a normal life.

He doesn't care about the three outlooks. The law is not legal. He only knows that this man is his own brother. Even if he destroys the whole world, he should not bear such an outcome.

Ling Tao finally died, the light in his eyes completely dissipated, leaving only a heavy darkness. Xiao Jiashu's tears came again, and he couldn't wipe them clean. He has always been a sentimental person. When he was a child, he was easily moved by the sensational scenes when watching TV. When he grew up, although he intended to restrain himself, he was still defeated in front of the powerful acting skills of Ji Mian.

Ji Mian plays Ling Tao alive. Xiao Jiashu can't treat him as an illusory character. He is his brother, and he wants him to have a happy ending. Where is the screenwriter? What if I want to kill him?

He blinked red eyes while looking for the screenwriter's figure, but his cheek was covered by a handkerchief, an arm came from behind, gently pressed on his shoulder, Ji Mian's helpless voice sounded, ”don't cry, it's just a movie.”

”No, in my heart, they are all flesh and blood.” Xiao Jiashu retorted stiffly.