Liao Fan was injured again as expected, a soft tissue contusion, not too serious, but he had to rest for a day.

Taking advantage of the good weather at dusk, Xu Haofeng planned to finish filming the scene where Chen Zhixing died.

"In this way, you hold the knife and listen to the lines, walk slowly, take about three steps, grasp the time, read the lines, and then turn around, we will get stuck."

"Let me take four steps."

Xu Haofeng was stunned, "What's the point of the four steps?"

"I just simply don't like the number 3."

Chen Zhixing said it very honestly. He now feels that the number 3 is evil and humiliating.

"Okay, it's up to you."

Xu Haofeng nodded. He respected the actor's various quirks very much, although Chen Zhixing's quirk was a bit weird.

"How's your stamina? There's a car chase scene next."

"It's okay."

"Then you run quickly and I'll make the car drive slower. Pay attention to how you hold the knife and don't forget it."

Chen Zhixing gestured, "No problem."

"Let's try to pass it three...four times, and then turn it on."

When everything was ready, the actors had already taken their positions, the script was written, and filming officially started.

In this scene, the warlord played by Lin Xiwen attacked Geng Liangchen secretly, stabbing two knives into his lower abdomen, but Lin Xiwen also left him a way to survive.

"There is a doctor in the church ahead. If you walk too fast, the dagger will cut into your intestines,"

The camera showed Chen Zhixing's wound, blood was flowing out from his lower abdomen, and he was stumbling.

"You hurt six of me and forced you to walk slowly for a while. This is my punishment for you."

Chen Zhixing lost his breath and still gritted his teeth, "It's a small matter."

Following his pace, the group of people behind him walked leisurely, which was in sharp contrast to Chen Zhixing's staggering.

As the sun set, they were like corpse chasers, driving away the upright zombie.

"Heal your injury, go south and north, and never return to Jinmen. This is the punishment given to you by the martial arts."

"I'm not going anywhere." The lines were so tight that there was no room for breathing. Although Chen Zhixing's voice was low, his eyes were looking straight ahead.

Lin Xiwen had stopped and looked murderous: "I have killed two hundred people, bandits and troublemakers."

Chen Zhixing paused and turned around, showing no fear at all: "I have lived in Jinmen for more than 20 years. If I am scared, I will leave my home. Am I still a human being?"

"Jinmen people are annoying, they always talk hard. If you want me to think highly of you, run fifty steps to Jinmen."

Chen Zhixing ignored this and kept talking to himself: "It's not easy to live in Jinmen. The eldest son of a poor family will be kicked out by his parents at the age of fifteen and have to find a way to survive."

He took a deep breath, his eyes gradually became firmer, and he looked in the direction of his hometown: "I am the eldest son."

"That's embarrassing." The disappointment on Lin Xiwen's face was vaguely visible.

Looking at the backs of several people, Chen Zhixing whispered like a chant, but also seemed to be giving himself comfort: "Eight years ago, my parents took their two younger sisters to the Northeast, and there was no news. Now, I am the only one left in my family.

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He spoke these words in a long way, as long as a eulogy at a funeral.

He didn't finish reading until all the figures in the same place got into the car.

Under dusk, looking at the figure gradually disappearing, Chen Zhixing looked a little desolate.

"Card! Not bad."

After Xu Haofeng finished praising him, he said nothing more and kept rubbing his fingers on the chair.

The whole group was waiting for his instruction, but he was sitting there like a sculpture.

"Director, are you still filming?"

After being stunned for a long time, he finally nodded after hearing the assistant director's reminder.

"Put a camera in the back of the car." He ordered the cameraman and waved to Chen Zhixing.

When he arrived in front of him, Xu Haofeng said: "You will run towards the camera later."

Chen Zhixing immediately understood, "Thank you, director."

Xu Haofeng smiled and patted Chen Zhixing on the shoulder, "Play well, I'm optimistic about you."

The crew looked at her with envy. Xu Haofeng was blatantly adding drama to Chen Zhixing.

Running towards the car is the shot, running towards the camera gives people a real sense of sight, just like a documentary.

Maybe Chen Zhixing's performance was really good, or maybe he suddenly recalled the shining point of Geng Liangchen.

A man who died for his faith and his homeland deserves a more tragic farewell.

He was sighing, and the studio was already ready.

Lin Xiwen was sitting in the back seat of the car, feeling that she was a little far away from Chen Zhixing, "Director, do you need to get closer, or should we cut it off here?"

"Need not."

Lin Xiwen nodded, turned around and shouted, "Xiao Chen, you have to run faster, this is all muddy ground, the car can't slow down."

"Don't worry!" Chen Zhixing made a preparation for starting.

"A!"

The viewfinder in the car's camera position turned on the indicator light, and Lin Xiwen also entered the state instantly.

He reached out and fanned in front of him, covered his nose, and said to the adjutant beside him: "Smoke a cigarette to break the smell of blood."

However, behind the curtain of the rear window, a vague figure was slowly approaching.

The soldier in the passenger seat suddenly glanced at the rearview mirror, turned around and immediately retracted his head, "Head!"

Following the direction the other person's chin pointed, the two people in the back seat immediately turned around.

When the curtain was lifted, Chen Zhixing rushed over with two daggers covering his head.

Seeing the car in front lift the curtain, Chen Zhixing also slowed down and controlled the changes in his expression.

Then it appeared on the monitor, with grief and anger, unwillingness, fierceness, and nostalgia for his homeland all reflected on his face.

Like a rhinoceros, his eyes only see the front, as if looking across the black "mountain pass" towards Jinmen, where he has been raised for more than 20 years.

The impact of running towards a car and running towards a camera are completely different.

The picture on the monitor was shaking violently, and I watched Chen Zhixing go from far to near, from the black spot at the original place to the expression on his face clearly.

Little by little atmosphere gathered together and slowly nourished in the dusk.

Xu Haofeng pinched his nose and took a deep breath.

Which man does not have such an indomitable soul in his heart, yet they all lower their heads for the so-called "development of martial arts" and "the future of Wing Chun".

With such a living soul dissipating in front of him, heading towards death firmly step by step, no one can remain indifferent.

Xu Haofeng, who played this role, can certainly relate to it the most.

"Plop!"

Chen Zhixing finally fell down, and Xu Haofeng finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"You can't survive if you run like this."

The adjutant's words pierced the heart of the warlord, making Lin Xiwen's face, which had merged with the character at this time, feel a little shocked.

Silently closing the curtain, Chen Zhixing's figure seemed to be covered with a coffin.

Go to rest in the treacherous Jinmen martial arts.

"Go back and make a phone call to have the criminal investigation team collect the body."
Chapter completed!