Zhou Jin is a very adaptable person, no matter what the environment, he can accept and adapt to it.

If you don't hear it, you just go along with it.

Whether it's crossing or acting, as long as there is still a bite to eat, he feels that his life can go on.

Even if he is thrown into the waste mine by Ning Hao now, there is water and surface, he still thinks that it is not a big problem.

Holding a flashlight, I unzipped the tent, and a cold wind blew in.

"I'll go get some firewood, you find some stones, build a stove out, and let's cook noodles and eat." ”

With a hello, Zhou Jin went out against the wind.

Huang Bo sat in the tent, watching Zhou Jin with a flashlight, busy in the dark, and suddenly felt that this guy might also be a pervert.

He has been rolling on the rivers and lakes for more than ten years, he has never suffered any hardships or any crimes, but it is really the first time that he has been thrown into a waste mine to set up a tent.

I took out my mobile phone and looked, it was almost out of power, and there was no signal in this broken place.

It's fake to say that you don't panic, but looking at Zhou Jin again, before she came, she called death and life, but when she really arrived at the place, she calmed down quickly and was busy cooking noodles.

This kind of adaptability is really not covered.

"You're going to be famous in the future," Mr. Huang said.

"What did you say?" The wind was so strong that Zhou Jin couldn't hear what he was saying.

"I said," Huang Bo shouted from his tent, "you will definitely become famous in the future." ”

Zhou Jin put the weeds and wood together, hugged them back, and said with a smile: "Borrow your auspicious words." ”

It doesn't seem like a person has said this anymore, and as for who the last one said this, he can't remember anymore.

One person's fears, because there is another person to share, will be diluted a lot.

Seeing Zhou Jin pile the adobe bricks and stones on the wall together, Huang Bo couldn't help but get out of the tent and said, "It's too windy here, and the stove will be blown out here." ”

Zhou Jin stopped to look at him, "Then take it to the back of the house?"

Huang Bo squatted down, weighed the stones, and said, "You go and get some firewood, and leave it to me here, I have experience in this matter." ”

"Okay. ”

Zhou Jin went around with a flashlight to pick up wood, and soon found a dead wood forest, and he didn't know if those trees were alive or dead, anyway, there were a lot of dry branches falling on the ground.

He picked up a bunch on the ground and brought it back, and Huang Bo was behind the house, and he had already set up a simple stove.

In fact, it is two stacks of bricks, with stones in the middle, leaving an empty space at the bottom, and then placing an aluminum lunch box on top.

Pouring in the mineral water and closing the lid, Huang Bo took out a lighter from his pocket again, and lit a fire with weeds underneath, and a small flame gradually lit up.

Zhou Jin broke the branch into small pieces, and then threw them under the stove, the fire gradually became larger, and green smoke rose.

"Damn, you didn't give us any oil and salt, how can you eat this?"

Huang Bo saw that the water was about to boil, and was about to put noodles inside, when he suddenly remembered this stubble.

Zhou Jin smiled: "I have a way to do this." ”

Then he took out a bottle of Lao Gan Ma from his backpack.

It is necessary to enter the group with an old godmother, which is a good habit developed during the Hengdian period.

"Hey, yes, you're here. Huang Bo's eyes lit up, and he felt that the dark life suddenly had more hope.

Soon the noodles were ready, and the two put some firewood under the stove and lit a small bonfire.

It was almost the only light in the darkness.

With this little light, the two of them accompanied the old godmother, and Xili snorted and ate noodles.

"Hey, do you think there will be wolves in this place?" Zhou Jin asked suddenly.

"No," Huang Bo wasn't sure.

"What if we have a bonfire and bring wolves here?" Zhou Jin suddenly thought.

"That makes sense," Huang Bo kicked down the stove, followed by a few more steps, and quickly extinguished the fire.

Zhou Jin stared at the scattered sparks, and suddenly said: "I heard that wolves are afraid of fire, so we put out the bonfire, what should we do if a wolf touches me at night?"

"Damn, you didn't say it sooner. ”

Huang Bo looked around in horror at the pitch black, as if a wild wolf would jump out of the darkness at any moment.

The two of them quickly finished eating the noodles and got into the tent, and then one of them held a firewood knife and put his ear to the tent to listen carefully to the movement outside.

But after listening to it for a long time, I only heard the whining of the wind, and I really didn't hear the wolf howl.

"Why don't we take turns keeping vigil, one person in the middle of the night?" Zhou Jin proposed.

"That's okay," Huang Bo thought about it, and said, "I'll keep watch for the second half of the night, and you will keep watch for the first half of the night." ”

As he spoke, he opened his sleeping bag and got inside.

In this place, there is no water, no electricity, no network, no signal, and it is basically impossible to wash your face or anything, so you have to make do with it.

As an actor, there is a very important skill, which is to replenish physical strength anytime and anywhere, even if the environment is harsh, you must fall asleep quickly.

Huang Bo was obviously proficient in this way, and soon snored.

Zhou Jin carried a firewood knife, flashlight, listened to the wind and snoring, and slowly calmed down.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a little lonely, or rather bored.

In such a no-man's land, the loess and weeds are all over the sky, and it is likely that you can only see people once in ten days and half a month.

Won't the family at the gas station feel lonely?

He pulled out the script from his backpack and flashed his flashlight to revisit this no-man's land.

Here, there is no law, no morality, nothing can bind them, but when they lose their restraint, they also lose their protection.

In the gas station in the no-man's land, the only thing they can come into contact with is the passers-by who pass by to refuel.

As far as the gas station family is concerned, are they guests from afar, or are they fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered?

How do they communicate with passers-by?

Is it violence? Is it a hammer?

Zhou Jin thought about it, and slowly substituted himself into that stupid son.

He's mute, he can't speak, he's never communicated with outsiders, there's only a hammer in his world.

The only way he could approach the world was with a hammer.

Whether it's a person, a car, or a gun, his solution is to blow it with a hammer.

In his world, there is nothing that cannot be solved with one hammer, and if there is, then two hammers.

It's a guy who's pure to death.

"Ang~Huh~" snoring came.

Zhou Jin looked up and saw that Huang Bo's round head was exposed.

Round, without a single hair, lying on the ground, if the hammer falls, what sound will it make?

Is it "bang" or "bang"?

No matter what sound he made, no one would hear it, and no one would know that he had struck it.

Whoever calls this a no-man's land, whoever has a hammer in his hand can do whatever he wants!

Zhou Jin thought so, gradually clenched the firewood knife in his hand, and slowly crawled over.

He felt that his evil thoughts, at this moment, were infinitely magnified.

"it!"

Huang Bo suddenly woke up with a cleverness.

"What are you doing?!"

He was horrified to find that Zhou Jin had climbed on top of his head, squinting at him, and he was still asleep.

"Oh, nothing, just telling you to get up and pee. Zhou Jin smiled and sat back down.

Huang Bo was so angry that he almost scolded, but when he saw the firewood knife in Zhou Jin's hand, he held it back again.

He rubbed his eyes, "It should be the second half of the night, you go to bed quickly, and I'll keep watch in the second half of the night." ”

"That's hard work for you. Zhou Jin smiled and got into his sleeping bag, pressed the firewood knife under the sleeping bag, and used it as a pillow.

Huang Bo sat in the tent in a daze, looking at the light from the flashlight, still a little confused.

What did Zhou Jin want to do just now?

Is that look the look that makes people get up and pee?

He was sleeping well, but he suddenly felt a chill, and he woke up from his dream in an instant.

Is that chill the wind? or ...... Killing intent?

Of course he knew that Zhou Jin wouldn't really do anything to himself, although it was a no-man's land, but they came from the imperial capital, and they had to go back after filming.

Huang Bo thought for a while, rubbed his face, and dispelled the distracting thoughts.

Then I took out the script from my bag and started reading it.

In this movie, he plays a bandit, a guy with a gun and treats human life like a mustard.

But in the end, he was killed by a stupid dumb man carrying a hammer.

And that stupid and dumb actor is now living in a tent with himself.

He touched his big bald head, watched Zhou Jin let out a gentle breathing sound, and couldn't help but clench the firewood knife next to him.

This kid, didn't he just want to try the last scene, right?

-- Dividing line --

Author's note: Yesterday, a book friend said in this chapter that it was too untrue to throw actors into abandoned mines to set up tents.

However, this is not something I made up blindly, Ning Hao really did this when he was filming no man's land.

He really let Xu Zheng lose thirty pounds, let Huang Bo and Yang Xingming go to the slaughterhouse to kill pigs, let Baduo and Wang Shuangbao brothers drive a big truck in a no-man's land for a month, let Yu Nan go to the hair salon to be a shampoo girl, let Guo Hong and his mute son go to live in a waste mine for a month, and eat boiled noodles every day.

Ning Hao is not crazy, he is a devotion to the movie. The actor does this, and it is also a devotion to the performance.