"Did he use sketch or ink painting?"

"The lines are so smooth and so comfortable to look at. ”

"Tsk, I originally thought I was going to shoot in separate shots, but now I can shoot in one shot!"

"I don't see it, this promise is really a painter. ”

……

The crew members muttered secretly, looking at the dedicated young man, no one still had a question.

They have to admit that director Zhuang Wuqiang's vision is absolutely spicy, and he promised to completely conquer them with his indisputable attitude and strength.

At this moment, he promised to devote himself to painting.

Lying on the ground, he seemed to have forgotten time and space, and his eyes only looked at the stamp in front of him.

Yes, he drew a postage stamp.

At this moment, in the gloomy and dim prison, a prison guard came with a dining cart, shouting in Thai as he went.

"Send a letter home, ten dollars!"

"I've sent a letter!"

"Do you want to send a letter home?"

The guard casually opened the small window of a cell and shouted as he put a meal over.

"Ten dollars, ten dollars, do you have a letter to send?"

The prisoner then took out the letter, and on it was a ten-dollar note.

The camera shows the postage stamps taken out by the prison guards.

This stamp is exactly the same as the one he just drew on Promise!

As a painter's promise, relying on the paint on the wall, I can draw a fake stamp!

It simply amazed everyone.

in a prison cell.

When the last hole was pierced, the entire stamp was removed.

He picked up the stamp and looked at the sunlight shining in from the window, and his slightly vicissitudes of life appeared on his face with a look of antiquity.

"Send a letter! Do you want to send a letter to your family?"

The prison guard came to the front of the cell, put the food over, and sneered at the promise standing in the doorway.

"Is there any money? I mean real money! not your fake money!"

"Ahhh

Just as he was staring at Promise, a criminal in the opposite cell began to shout desperately, and the prison guard, who was laughing just now, hurriedly shouted.

"Come on, there is a situation in warehouse 309!"

There was some chaos in the prison.

He promised to take advantage of the prison guard's call to bring in the food, and then quickly wrote himself, affixed the fake stamp with a letter, and threw it into the prison guard's mailing bag.

“Thank you！”

Promise said to his fellow inmates who helped him in the opposite cell.

"It's okay! Lao Tzu is destined to die here! You have to have some fun after you leave!"

Amid the screams of the cellmate, the guards came and took him away.

At the same time, a prison guard stood in front of the promise.

"The Hong Kong Island police are here to take you away! Get out! Open the door!"

"Click!"

When Xu Promise walked out with heavy steps, Zhuang Wuqiang raised his arm and shouted to stop.

Xu Promise walked over and asked, "Director Zhuang, how is it?"

"OK!"

Looking at the picture in front of the camera, Zhuang Wuqiang was full of joy.

Choosing Xu Promise to play Li Wen is a wise decision.

Thinking of the painting scene he had just seen, he followed and said, "Now I need you to draw another stamp, so that I can select some more pictures from it and edit it, is that okay?"

"No problem!"

Promise knows that when editing, you need to choose the best shot from different angles.

In this case, I paint it again, without the slightest difficulty, and the painting is +999, which is so magical!

"Then let's get started, all departments prepare!"

Promise is back in the cell, but this time it's different from just now, and it doesn't need the cooperation of other actors.

The Thai extras, when they saw that they had promised to draw stamps again, all rushed over.

They were also impressed by the promise of superb painting skills.

"Oh my God, did you see it? That stamp is the same as the real thing. ”

"It's the first time I've seen an actor who can still draw, and the actors in Huaxia are so talented!"

"I bet he was a good painter before he started in the industry!"

……

A few Thai performers muttered quietly.

Naturally, he didn't pay attention to these whispers, and the whole person was immersed in the state of painting just now.

It was no different from just now, he held the brush firmly and drew the stamp from beginning to end.

The crew was deeply shocked again.

"Click!"

When Xu Promise picked up the stamp and looked at the sun, Zhuang Wuqiang shouted for the second time, and then said with satisfaction.

"Okay, hurry up and pack your things, and then prepare the special scene and go to shoot the next shot. ”

"Roger!"

Footage of the prison here was quickly finished.

Get it done.

Today's scene is not much difficult or challenging for Promise.

He doesn't need to have too many emotional fluctuations, and he doesn't have to show any ups and downs.

You just need to play the performance normally.

But who would have thought that his painting strength would replace his acting skills and become a hot topic of discussion today.

……

After lunch.

The crew continued to transition.

This time it was filmed in a resort hotel, and this part was used at the end of the plot, and the filming location was also in Thailand.

In this case, it must be filmed all at once, so as to save the trouble after going back.

It was in this filming that the crew finally saw the acting skills of Promise, and they understood that Promise was able to take over this role, not just by painting skills.

Compared with the amazing painting skills, the acting skills are still in the first place.

Inside the villa, filming is underway.

Xiuqing came back from outside carrying two bags of things, and when she entered the door, she was stunned when she saw the scene in front of her.

She walked step by step, her eyes full of worry.

The picture that appeared in front of everyone's eyes was a mess and full of sadness.

The mess was the floating leaves in the pool, the newspapers scattered all over the floor, the white curtains fluttering in the wind, and the rooms were filled with smashed teacups and broken utensils.

Desolation is the promise of speaking.

At this moment, he was sitting with a newspaper in his hand, his eyes glazed.

Clam up.

It's like a sculpture.

"Uncle Xin's family of five was killed in Macau!"

"The painter isn't dead yet!"

"The police couldn't find his body!"

"Why did you hide the newspaper from me?"

Xu Yu didn't look at Xiuqing, just held the newspaper in both hands and looked ahead numbly.

Every word he uttered with his mouth open sounded like an inquiry, but it was actually a statement of his own decision.

Xiuqing walked into the room, put her things down and began to clean up the mess.

"I bought the wine you like, eat the earthen pot tonight!"

"I can't stay here!"

Next week, she will hold a memorial service for Mr. Luo. ”

"The painter will go to him!"

Carrying the promise of a backpack, he picked up his clothes from the ground, and even if he said this, he didn't look at Xiuqing.

He has resentment in his heart, resentment that Xiu Qingming knows his thoughts, but still chooses to hide it from him.

This is a betrayal.