After Han Lan returned to the crew, the whole crew felt alive again.

Previously, because Han Lan, the leading actor, was injured and hospitalized, he could only shoot other people's scenes first, and the scenes related to Han Lan had to start thinking about finding a new leading actor to replace him. But after the director and producer walked around the idol Xiao Xianrou, they couldn't find anyone as reliable as him, so they could only continue to drag it out.

Fortunately, now Han Lan has woken up and come back alive and well.

Movie plans can go back to normal.

The last time I went to sea to shoot because of Han Lan's accident, the related scenes in the future have not been filmed yet, and this time I have to go to sea again to make up the shooting.

The pyrotechnics in the crew have been replaced, and if there is such an accident, Han Lan is too lazy to investigate the responsibility, otherwise he will definitely have to suffer a lawsuit!

The new pyrotechnic artist was much more careful this time, and only dared to let the actor play after checking that there was no problem.

With the director's order-

"Boom!" There was an explosion, and this time it went well, and in the smoke of gunpowder, you could vaguely see Fan Wenhui's body bursting open.

When the smoke clears, the camera begins to zoom in.

Fan Wenhui lay limp in Han Lan's arms, his thumb stained with blood and ash was raised with difficulty, and then, unable to hang down, hung down forever.

Han Lan choked and opened her mouth and trembled slightly, her face blackened by the smoke of gunpowder and her eyes were red and swollen from crying, but she didn't make a sound, letting the tears drip silently.

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"Say your lines? Why don't you say your lines? Did Han Lan forget the words? ”

The producer who was guarding in front of the monitor was very anxious when he saw that Han Lan had not said his lines for a long time.

According to the script, Han Lan should have shouted bitterly here, "Master—"

But until now, Han Lan has not spoken.

"No, he did." Director Wang Qiang looked at a close-up of Han Lan's face in the monitor.

has been directing for many years, and Wang Qiang still has this eyesight.

Han Lan's slightly trembling lips had already finished the line he should have said.

Not all grief has to be expressed by yelling, and sometimes, such silent sobbing is more distressing to watch.

Jiang Xiaoyu in the movie is also like this, Master Liu Shan left too suddenly, which made him a little overwhelmed. In this confusion, tears flowed unconsciously.

"The script is dead, but the man is alive." Director Wang Qiang gently patted the producer's shoulder, looked at Han Lan, who was crying and his eyes were red and swollen from crying in the monitor, and felt distressed again: Tsk, what a good seedling, why can't you think of running away to sing and dance rap to make those stupid fans happy?

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"Haqiu—"

"Got a cold? Look at how often you've been sneezing for the past two days? Jiang Xiaomin said with concern.

"I don't know, maybe it's a bastard scolding me behind my back." Fang Kexin wiped her nose, "By the way, it's my stinky brother's birthday next month, and the fan group is asking if we have any plans?" ”

Jiang Xiaomin bit the pen, and his face showed some entanglement: "Do you want to celebrate your birthday?" ”

"I don't know, it was because my stinky brother was in a car accident and became a vegetative person, so I helped him get through the first year, and I just helped him pray for blessings. But now that the stinky brother is awake, it doesn't seem to be reasonable, right? Fang Kexin sat at the head of the bed dangling her feet, and what she remembered was the picture of Han Lan watching other people's fans celebrate idols' birthdays, and he could only drool greedily next to him.

"Stinky brother is so pitiful......"

"What about the other sisters? Do they have any ideas? Jiang Xiaomin asked.

"The new sisters are clamoring for a big special event, saying that they want to make a big deal and make a huge LED billboard on the 100th floor of the Pengcheng Building to celebrate his birthday, so that the whole country can see it!"

"Huh? Wrap up an entire building for billboards? How much money does this burn? Even though he has been a fan for many years, Jiang Xiaomin was also a little surprised to hear such a crazy idea.

"Someone else proposed to buy a satellite and launch it into the sky with the music and posters of the stinky brother!"

"In the past few months, many of the new sisters have already come out to work, unlike us who are still in school and don't have much money. And I heard that there are a lot of rich women in it, so I can't guarantee that they have any other plans. Fang Kexin pursed his lips and said. In my mind, there is a picture of Han Lan bowing down under the skirts of the rich women.

"Stinky brother, you must not succumb to the rich woman's ability to make money!"

Jiang Xiaomin frowned: "What about the old people in the fan group?" Didn't they explain the situation? ”

"I don't know what to say......"

"Just say it! They can't be fooled around! ”

Jiang Xiaomin can already imagine how embarrassing the scene would be if Han Lan's birthday, the rich women in the fan base threw coins on him to celebrate his birthday.

The old people in the fan group all know that Han Lan's birthday is also his mother's death day.

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"Brother Han, why are you absent-minded?"

Since Han Lan insisted on running back to follow him to film after being discharged from the hospital, Wang Qiang has now begun to call him Brother Han affectionately.

Han Lan filmed the last scene very well, crying very realistically, which was very moving.

However, it seems that she has been too deep into the film, and Han Lan's mood has been very low after filming.

Fortunately, the filming of the scene at sea has been completed, and now there is no subsequent scene to be filmed on the return journey of the ship for the time being.

"Brother Qiang, I don't know what's going on, just now when I watched Brother Fan die in my arms, it seemed that a string had been plucked in my heart, as if there was really such a dear and beloved person who grew up with me dying in front of my eyes, but this situation did not appear in my memory at all......" Han Lan sat at the bow of the boat, smoking a french fry in her mouth like an old smoker.

It's familiar, but I can't remember it.

Han Lan's memory of his previous life was very clear, and he knew that he had never experienced this kind of episode in his previous life, so the problem must not be in his memory!

The problem, then, can only lie in the memory of another person!

Hearing him say this, Wang Qiang also showed some worries.

has been a director for so many years, and he has seen a lot of actors of all sizes, in fact, many actors have had similar situations.

For example, someone who has acted in several plays of the emperor, when filming, he will ponder the emperor's words and deeds in order to play the emperor well, and gradually after a long time, even if he returns to real life, he will retain some habits.

There are even actors who bring some new personalities because they are too focused on pondering the role.

is too deep into the play, and it is also called a demon.

In Wang Qiang's opinion, Han Lan now has a little sign of being stunned.

"Don't put too much pressure on yourself, just take it easy and play normally, your acting skills are fine. Brother Han, you have to distinguish between reality and movies. You are Han Lan, not Jiang Xiaoyu, you were just acting just now, you don't have to bear the pain for him. Wang Qiang handed him a cigarette and said casually.

Han Lan waved his hand and didn't take the cigarette he handed over, and finally quit this puff by crossing through rebirth, but he couldn't get infected again.

And as an idol, smoking has a bad impact.

Wang Qiang smiled and took back the cigarette, very satisfied with his self-discipline: "Adjust your emotions well, if you can't solve it, I can introduce a psychiatrist to you, she is quite experienced in this area." I know a lot of actors who have this kind of problem, and they will ask her for help. ”

"Psychiatrist?" Han Lan smiled reluctantly and shook her head: "No need Brother Qiang, you know that I am an optimist, and I may be in a good mood after a good meal at noon." ”

Han Lan really didn't dare to go to a psychiatrist, because he knew his condition, and he did have a little mental problem after crossing over, and he was worried that he would be seen and couldn't explain it clearly.