"How's it going?" she communicated with them through the communicator attached to them. If you just shout, there is no way to get the sound through in such a strong wind.

"No," Roy tried to reply, "......No," but as soon as he opened his mouth, the wind poured into his mouth, causing him to nearly choke himself to death.

In comparison, Zhang Guorong is much more calm than him. I don't know if he had a similar experience before, the whole person was lying on the cliff, because his body was also smaller than Roy's, and the wind pushed him a little less.

Hearing Leila's question, he didn't answer, but raised his right hand to indicate that everything was fine.

Leila relieved her mind a little. Immediately she knew that she could not delay any longer, and if she was a second slower, the two of them would be in danger on the cliff for one more second.

Without further ado, after making sure that the two were ready, she began the official shooting.

In order to ensure that it was done all at once, she brought all the cameras she brought and arranged them in various positions. This position is not random, she needs to calculate the parts that can be photographed in each position. Otherwise, it would be too bad to only shoot half a person after a long time, or to shoot other cameras as well.

The weather on the island is changeable. Maybe ten minutes the money is still sunny, and ten minutes later it is already pouring rain.

Leila looked at the thick clouds that had coalesced in the sky, and a sense of unease came to her heart.

"Cut! Don't shoot, call it a day!" After shooting a scene, she decisively chose to retreat.

The crew hurriedly pulled the two people up from the cliff.

A gust of wind suddenly blew through, slapping the two men who were slowly rising against the rocks of the cliff.

Roy snorted, feeling like the bones in his chest were about to shatter.

Fortunately, the people above moved quickly, and finally dragged the two up before the second gust of wind arrived.

"Are you alright, not hurt?" Layla nervously walked over.

Roy rubbed his chest, and just wanted to go to her to complain about his bitterness and coquettishness, when he heard the screams of a little girl next to him.

"Oh yes, why so much blood!"

It turned out that Zhang Guorong's hand was injured. When the wind blew just now, he blocked it with both hands, and he hit the rough cliff rock, only to be scratched by the sharp stones on the surface. The wound was not very deep, but the wound was not small, so there was a lot of blood, and at first glance both hands were soaked with blood.

The bright red color burned Lyra's eyes, and she pressed the heartbeat that was about to jump and rushed to find the doctor who had come with the team.

The doctor came from Hollywood with the crew and has worked together several times in previous shoots. During the filming of the crew, especially some films with action and fight scenes, it is always right to find a doctor to put around.

Watching the doctor bandage him, Leila's heart twisted up.

"How's it going? Does it matter? Will it leave a scar?"

The doctor smiled, "It's okay, it looks serious, but it's not too bad." The main reason for the bleeding is that the wound is relatively large. It's just that the next step is to be more careful, don't touch the water, and don't eat anything spicy or too greasy. ”

The little assistant sobbed and retorted: "Why can't you call it bad? There is so much blood, how much it hurts!"

To the doctor, these wounds and blood are really nothing, and he often sees them when they are disemboweled. But he didn't care about a little girl's words, if his important person was injured, he would also be very worried.

The doctor smiled and didn't speak, but Zhang Guorong spoke: "It's okay, it doesn't hurt." ”

His voice was still so warm, and the expression on his face was convincing, and there was no sign of any pain in him. But how can it not hurt when there is so much blood?

Leila knew he was comforting, but she still felt sorry: "Now you can rest for a few days and heal the wound on your hand." I can arrange Roy's scene alone. ”

"It's okay, I can ......"

Before he finished speaking, Leila resolutely refused: "It doesn't matter, the wound is large and prone to inflammation, and there will be some difficult parts in the next shooting." I also need you to shoot your best, you know?"

She spoke about the quality of the movie, and Zhang Guorong could only respond.

After Leila left, Chen Shufen looked at him disapprovingly: "You shouldn't have insisted on continuing filming just now." "If you change to a director who only cares about the actors in the movie, he may really have to go into battle with an injury.

"One more day will add a lot to the cost of the movie. Hundreds of people eat, drink, and live, even a day, is a large number. Zhang Guorong glanced at his hands that were tied together and sighed silently. When he was young, he also exercised more, so that he would not be blown like this by the wind.

Chen Shufen rolled her eyelids: "Have you forgotten who she is? She's Leila Moran! Do you think she looks like someone who cares about the cost of those days? If she really cares so much, she won't move the entire special effects company to the island." ”

This Zhang Guorong really couldn't refute, so he could only shake his head with a smile. What others do is also someone else's business, as long as he has a clear conscience.

This movie tells the story between two male protagonists, and the whole story is almost a plot of two people going back and forth, and there are not many parts that really need to be filmed separately.

Laila deliberately said that she wanted to shoot Roy's part first in order not to make Zhang Guorong feel too guilty, but when she returned to her place of residence at night, she found that Roy's condition was not very good.

"Why didn't you say you were injured too!" Tears almost fell from her eyes as she looked at the skin on his chest that looked like it was covered in bruises. Oh my God, it hurts to look at those bruises, I really don't know how he endured it!

Roy rubbed his chest and abdomen, and said indifferently: "It was just a bump, it's not serious, it just looks scary." He didn't bleed, but it was the wind that "slammed" him on the rocks of the cliff, which gave him this bruise.

"You know what! With such a bad hit, who can guarantee that there will be no internal injuries?" Leila glared at him angrily as she called the doctor who had already returned.

Roy wanted to tell her not to be so troublesome, it was too normal for her to fall out with a little bruise when she was practicing martial arts, how could she get internal injuries because she was blown by the wind? But seeing her red eyes, he couldn't say anything to refute it.

When the doctor came, he was also shocked to see his bruises, and showed the same reproachful expression as Leila: "Why didn't you say it just now, it is easy to cause damage to internal organs when you are injured here, do you know?"

"...... "Why are you entrailed?" Roy looked at the doctor, then at his chest, and well, he stopped talking.