Bao Ling Street, an old street in Hong Kong, is located in south of Jordan, Yau Ma Tei, Kowloon. In a dilapidated public house, a man in hip-hop dress holds his knees with his hands, his head buried in his knees, and curls on the sofa with shaking all over.

After about a few minutes, the man seemed to be unable to help it, let go of his hands and exposed his head. The originally slender Danfeng eyes had already drooped, their circles were black and their eyebrows were swollen, but when they looked up, there was a determined and struggling look in his eyes. But then a yawn broke his eyes apart, leaving only cowardice, and hoped that there would be a trace of indulgence in himself.

After struggling for a while, the man yawned all over the sky and finally couldn't bear it, and dragged a guitar box from beside him tremblingly.

When I opened the box, it was not a guitar, but a pile of worn-out clothes. The man first took out a small iron box from under the clothes. After opening it, he could see that there were candles, rubber tubes and a syringe. Then he took out a transparent sealing plastic bag from the small bag that stored spare strings from the upper lid of the guitar box. The bag was not big and you could clearly see that there were some white powder inside.

"Ha~" The man yawned again, but when he saw the bag of powder, he began to feel excited, and his hands and feet were even more shaking. He was in a hurry to pull out the aluminum foil lined from a box of "555" cigarette boxes that had not been finished. He skillfully pinched the middle in a few seconds and placed it on the table for later use.

The man picked up the white powder with his left hand, pulled the seal open, and held a small spoon in his right hand and reached into the plastic bag, dug a spoon out, and poured it onto the aluminum foil.

Perhaps because of the shaking hands, some powder fell on the coffee table. The man hurriedly squatted on the floor, laying his face on the coffee table, and licking the falling powder with his mouth, and was reluctant to waste any trace of it.

Continuing the operation just now, the man probably had reached the limit. Not only was he yawning, but he didn't even bother to wipe the snot and tears because of the yawning. He directly heated the aluminum foil that was placed in white powder on a lit candle. In less than a minute, the bottom of the aluminum foil burned gray, and the white powder in the aluminum foil had turned into a slightly viscous liquid.

Seeing this liquid, the man had already started to be excited, his pupils had dilated, and even his lips, which had been yawning Liantian, were trembling with excitement.

He carefully took out a syringe, sucked the liquid into the injection tube, gently pushed it, and patted the air in the tube. As soon as the needle squeezed out a drop of liquid, he stopped quickly, fearing that the hard-earned liquid would be wasted.

The man then took out the rubber tube from the small box and wrapped it around his right elbow. He first looked at his little arm and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. Then he began to slap his arm anxiously, hoping that the blood vessels could bulge through stimulation so that he could find the blood vessels for injection.

Finally, a bulging blood vessel could be seen. The man couldn't wait to point the sharp needle of the syringe at the blood vessel and pierced it. As his fingers began to exert force, the liquid in the syringe became less and less. The man's originally anxious expression began to relax, and his tense body began to collapse. Then he collapsed on the sofa, with his neck resting on the backrest of the sofa, and his eyes stared at the dark roof without any attention.

This ease and satisfaction lasted only a few seconds. The pleasure after injecting drugs surged. The originally limp legs were stretched straight, and the thighs were shaking. The man's hands began to shake unconsciously. The veins on his arms and neck had burst out, but a strange smile of satisfaction appeared on his face.

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Although the revision of the script was Qin Yu's kindness reminder to Er Dongsheng, and it was also for the smooth release of the drama, Qin Yu's revision of the script still touched Er Dongsheng's bottom line. There is memory in the entertainment industry. After signing a contract with Qin Yu, Er Dongsheng's assistant accidentally dug out the news about Qin Yu and Wang Ziming, director of Wanwan, before the New Year. No wonder he heard that Qin Yu's name sounds so familiar, no wonder he dared to propose revision of the script before signing the contract. It turned out to be a drama bully.

Because he had signed the contract, and with the existence of Wang Jinghua and Joanna behind Qin Yu, Er Dongsheng could not tear up the contract. However, in order to express his dissatisfaction, Er Dongsheng also changed the original bad gambling character in the script to a down-and-out musician. When he appeared, he was carrying a worn electric guitar box in his hand. However, it was full of torn clothes and a pack of prop powder.

A down-and-out musician, a drug-taking and irresponsible musician.

Watching cosmetics apply black eyeshadow on himself, using tattoo stickers to apply tattoos on his exposed skin, and more punk-like dreadlocks and earrings. Qin Yu knew clearly what this was implying. Er Dongsheng hoped he was honest. This is Xiangjiang and this is Taer Dongsheng's crew.

Qin Yu has rarely spoken since he joined the group. He understood Er Dongsheng's hint very well. In Qin Yu's opinion, he actually did not need to demonstrate the power of his director in this way, and he would no longer ask for revision of the script.

Although Qin Yu is short of money now and is still far from his promise to Song Ran, Qin Yu still donated his more than 2 million yuan in his salary. This time he went to Chuncheng and once again learned about the dangers of drug control in the southwest border, which made Qin Yu feel more deeply. So Qin Yu took on this drama not to improve his status in the crew and gain a reputation, but to really want to make some of his own contributions to combating drug crimes.

Xiangjiang's startup is very particular about the ritual. Yesterday's startup ceremony was not only Qin Yu and Zhang Jingchu who had scenes, but also Liu Dehua and Wu Yanzu, who were competing on other crews, took the time to come over and burn incense and cooked pork together.

The scenes filmed that afternoon were also simple emotional scenes. In Afen's memory, she and her husband had a harmonious and happy first meeting. The two sang together, cooked together, and looked forward to the birth of the baby in their stomachs. Although they were poor, they were very happy. Until her husband was repeatedly hit, he became decadent and became addicted to drugs, and was caught by Afen. The two began to quarrel, and then they broke into the house.

Although these scenes are simple, they are relatively scattered, and there is also a change in costume. Originally, Er Dongsheng was worried about the running-in between Qin Yu and Zhang Jingchu and put these scenes for one day. Unexpectedly, this was a completely small scene for Qin Yu and Zhang Jingchu, and the filming was completed in one afternoon.

"Brother Qin, your shooting is progressing so smoothly. Can you end a few days in advance? You can also take the time to practice your dance."

When he finished work yesterday, Yang Siwei's relaxed words happened to be heard by Er Dongsheng. In the first scene today, Er Dongsheng was about to give Qin Yu a warning.

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"Crack...perfect..."

Er Dongsheng in front of the monitor was completely shocked by Qin Yu's five-minute performance in the camera. The last time Qin Yu's acting with Liu Dehua made him feel outstanding. Unexpectedly, Qin Yu's performance today shocked him.

Er Dongsheng even felt that he was a bystander, watching the complete drug addict's drug use process. Qin Yu's outstanding performance was captured in all aspects through four cameras on the scene. Even the changes in his eyes, the unconscious shaking of the corners of his mouth, hands and body were perfectly presented in the monitor.

The white powder spilled out due to the shaking of hands, Qin Yu's move in the camera went up to lick it directly was a brilliant stroke. He fully expressed every small detail of a drug addiction attack.

Qin Yu's change in his eyes made him a little shocked, and he even forgot to call him pause. The viciousness, struggle, cowardice and emptiness in his eyes were all manifestations of the complete process of a person taking drugs.

"Did this mainland boy really take drugs?"

The question the lighting maker unconsciously asked was also the confusion in the hearts of all the crew members at the scene. Seeing Qin Yu's outstanding performance just now, she was completely an addict. Yang Siwei, who heard the discussion, looked indignant, but it did not happen because she knew that this place was not the mainland. These Xiangjiang people have always looked at the mainland with a erotic look, and she is more worried about Qin Yu's condition now.

"Brother Qin, are you okay?"

After Er Dongsheng shouted "Click", Qin Yu still maintained his original shape and looked up at the roof. Yang Siwei hurriedly handed it over with a teacup and a towel. She realized that Qin Yu was already in tears, and tears flowed down the corners of her eyes, and endless sadness and sorrow appeared in her eyes.

After taking the towel handed by Yang Siwei, Qin Yu covered it on his face and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes. The deceased had passed away. Just now, Qin Yu remembered that man, the man who brought his life, and the original mental defense collapsed in an instant. He knew that he really came back to his senses when he heard Yang Siwei's shouting.

Qin Yu struggled to stand up, and just showed his last few strokes of drug addiction and cramps stretching his legs, tightening his body, and exerting too much force, so he needed to listen to Er Dongsheng's opinion.

"Director, is the camera just now OK? Do you need to do it again?" Qin Yu's voice was a little hoarse, and even a little powerless.

Er Dongsheng's face showed some confusion, some praise and some shame. He couldn't help but stretch out his hand and patted Qin Yu's shoulder: "No, it's perfect. You can rest for a while. I'll arrange the props to redesign the venue. We will continue for half an hour."
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