When Feng Ranran returned to the set, the old man glanced at Feng Ranran, he didn't speak, he held a cigarette and lit a fire. Han Wennuo glanced at Feng Ranran, and he felt that the little girl in front of him seemed to be different all of a sudden. He couldn't tell the difference—he looked at Feng Ranran stupidly, and watched her sit quietly beside him.

Her eyes were a little red, as if she had cried, but her expression was ...... Han Wennuo was a little puzzled by what her current situation was.

"Feng Ranran?"

Feng Ranran didn't speak, she stretched out her hand and gestured gently, Han Wennuo wanted to speak, but he didn't know how to speak. Feng Ranran sat here quietly, her face was very bad, she raised her head and looked at the director, and then she took the initiative to say.

"Shoot it."

The director turned around and stared straight at Feng Ranran. He could see that she was different. He sighed in his heart, but only asked her.

"Which one?"

Feng Ranran compared quietly, the director snuffed out the cigarette butt, he coughed heavily, and then he said.

"Then let's start applying makeup."

……

The atmosphere on the set was even more depressing, this time Han Wennuo only needed to lie on the hospital bed, he was lying there, looking at Feng Ranran standing at the door, she looked very thin, as if she was even thinner, and her figure under the cotton jacket was not too obvious, but her chin was very sharp, and her wrist was only thin, which felt like she couldn't hold it. But her expression did not look weak at all. She stood there quietly, but the whole person seemed calm, and he lay there, a little trance.

At that moment, the thought that actually flashed through his mind was that this girl really was his wife.

With this idea, the foundation for entering the play was saved. His makeup showed that his whole color was extremely poor, and there was almost no blood at all. His lips trembled slightly, and he looked at the woman in front of him, and suddenly he was reluctant.

She was quiet when Feng Ranran walked in, and she held his hand. Her slender wrists folded over his.

She looked at the person in front of her, her voice calm.

I couldn't think of how to play the play before. But at this moment, she suddenly realized that she didn't need to think about it anymore. She held his hand, and her appearance was very gentle.

"Don't worry, there's me. I'll take care of it. ”

At this time, her daughter had died of illness, and she did not sue him. There was blood and tears hidden in her heart, and she swallowed them all by herself. She held his hand, touched it a little bit seriously, approached his face, touched his face a little bit. His eyes followed her movements, never leaving her face, and she approached him, with a smile on her face.

Han Wennuo didn't realize that he was acting. The smile in Feng Ranran's eyes - it was a smile that made his heart almost break. He also squeezed out a smile like hers.

The two of them obviously had blood marks on their hearts, and they obviously had countless tears to shed, but they were still working hard and smiling.

He didn't have much time to hide from her.

She hid her daughter's death from him.

Han Wennuo was completely brought into the play by Feng Ranran, he had never been so sad in his heart, although she didn't even have a sad look, he felt that his heart was trembling, his fingers were shaking unconsciously, he looked at her face, his eyes were almost greedy.

He heard her say:

"I'm fine, don't worry about me, I'm still holding up. Do you remember when I was pregnant, you made me soup and spilled it all over the floor. Taking care of people, women are always more attentive than men. ”

Her tone was so natural, as if there had really been such a thing, Han Wennuo lay there and trembled in his heart.

In this scene, he couldn't breathe back until the director shouted cut. He sat there until the assistant handed him a tissue and he realized that he was in tears. It's not that he hasn't cried while filming, but this kind of tear that he doesn't even know he cries has never been. He took a deep breath and looked at Feng Ranran's back. She looked very thin, but she was carrying many, many things.

In fact, what he prefers is the first lively and noisy Ran Ran - such a her, he looks a little distressed. Feng Ranran lowered her head, and when she was acting, she said those words very naturally, and every line was engraved in her heart.

She didn't stop, she went straight to the second scene. Her monologue play.

She sat on the stairs, the soup bowl was scattered on the floor, the sun was setting, her clothes were wet, the calluses on her fingers were very conspicuous, she squatted down to pick it up, and the splinters cut her hands. Not special effects, it was real - it really cut her hand. The assistant was startled and wanted to go up to check the injury, but was stopped by the director, he knew the girl's intentions. He sighed, and the camera didn't stop.

Blood oozed out. She wiped it haphazardly, and didn't have more time to look at the injury in detail, she walked down the steps with the basket, and the expression on her face at that moment was really - she should have cried but was forced to hold back by herself. Even shedding tears is a luxury.

She didn't have any time to waste in tears.

Feng Ranran added the lines to the script by himself, and there was no idea of deleting that scene and this line. That year, in the twilight, she lowered her head and told herself.

"When I live, we live."

"If even I'm gone, who else will remember, who else will miss it."

Xing Li rubbed his brow. To be honest, the moment he looked at her in front of the camera, he remembered the words of his friend of many years who told him that she could. He actually hesitated, especially when Feng Mingyu's illness was suddenly exposed by the media without her knowing, he was especially afraid of crushing her, but she didn't.

Feng Ranran, who was smiling on the set, was gone, and the atmosphere of the entire crew seemed silent and depressing, everyone didn't speak, but everyone felt sorry for her in their hearts. Feng Ranran's acting skills alone almost drove the entire crew, as long as she stood there, although everyone didn't say anything, her heart was inexplicably sour. Watching her laugh and watch her cry, her every action can be put on people's hearts, giving you different tastes and feelings of sour and bitter.

Everyone doesn't know what this kind of acting should be called.

The cigarette of the torture calendar gradually decreased, he put down the cigarette butt, and began to squint at the camera to play it back over and over again, this stubborn and thin old man squinted his eyes and pondered her performance, he really couldn't say it well. He's seen so many geniuses in his life - geniuses, and to be honest, what can't shoot what he wants is waste material to him.

In the last part, he felt that Pei Yifei was so-so, and he passed his level.

As for Feng Ranran......

He looked at her terrible ability to convey love in the camera, and he felt that his mouth could be smashed a few times, just looking at such a rough shot, he could feel a bitter taste. This bitter taste faintly permeated the tip of the tongue, as if I had tasted tears, and the vagueness spread out and lingered.

It's not tearjerking for tears that is the most terrible, he's still ...... Not to mention others.

She's in terrible shape right now. He has watched her praised last play, the last one, to be honest, her state was transferred by Feng Mingyu, and she may not be so good when she cooperates with another person, Feng Mingyu has stimulated her best state, green and attractive, it looks like there is no trace of carving, it is a hibiscus out of water. But this one, she is the one who leads. Han Wennuo's acting skills were completely suppressed by her so much that she couldn't play half of them. And even the love xù is affected by her. is obviously also an excellent actor, even the love xù is driven by her and almost follows her emotions, he is a little trapped in the world she created and can't get out.

This kind of acting ......

It had exceeded his best estimate. The torture calendar smacked his mouth. He really hasn't seen someone explosive and infectious to such a point for many years, and he feels that Feng Ranran was born for literary films - as long as she is willing to follow this path, maybe she can really reach the point where she can be regarded as a legend by later generations. She is a demon-level actor.

Before filming, he couldn't imagine that she could be so powerful.

He knew what had made her leap forward.

He knew about Feng Mingyu's illness earlier than Feng Ranran, but he didn't tell her.

For actors, there are two kinds. One is that when you encounter a setback, you will fall to the bottom and fall to the bottom, which is embarrassing; One is that it can cross the hurdle and soar into the sky, and as long as the setbacks are gritted and passed, that is, the carp turns into a dragon, and no one can stop it.

He shifted his machine and adjusted the angle slightly.

Feng Ranran stood there, he felt that it was a play. In the end, Feng Mingyu gave her a hand-he sighed in his heart, he didn't know why she was in this situation, she couldn't protect herself and was seriously ill like that, and she still bothered to complete her scene, one is not careful, if this little girl is not the second kind of person, if she is the first type, she will almost be completely ruined, and she will probably not be able to film in this life.

This one-in-two probability was a big gamble, and she won the bet.

Even if she really didn't survive this serious illness, there is still a girl in this world who can continue to perform thrilling and good works.

Feng Ranran didn't feel how great she was now, on the contrary, it was probably the most muddy period in her life. In her heart, she has never been so clear and distinct about the play she wants to play, maybe she has never been a master of theory, but when she stands in front of the camera, when her whole person moves, she becomes a matter of course. Like a fire burning through the field, those feelings continue to spread, her whole person is like a weed that has been burned once, and the new shoots in the coming year will be more tenacious than yesterday.

If it is not broken, it will not stand - she still has such a breath, telling her that how to play a play will come to an end.

Han Wennuo, who was playing against her, was completely trapped by the love created by Feng Ranran. Compared with others, he is the one who really understands the deepest, and he is the most direct recipient of every love of Feng Ranran. Every time he felt that he was so sad that he couldn't help it, even if he looked into her eyes, he could feel the full emotion in it, he was really stuck in it.

He didn't try to restrain himself, either. For him, sink into it, sink into it. No one can say that he regrets this play until now - besides, he should have fallen into it a long time ago.

He thought about it more than once.

What would have happened if he had taken "Whistling By" in the first place?

He has thought about this idea for the past few years, but there is nothing he can do but regret it, he gave up this drama by himself, and he would never have imagined that it would become a knot that he could not get around in his life. Back then, I was arrogant.,I wanted popularity.,I can't look down on the second male protagonist.,But sometimes a decision that seems insignificant at the time.,You'll never know what you're discarding.。

Han Wennuo hopes that this play can last forever - so that at least in the play, she can still be his wife.

However, Pei Yifei came to visit the class.