"Hey, that, that's who, that's you, what do you think, who told you to turn back, where did you find it, do you understand the rules, you are a stand-in, you are not an actor, any part of your neck up except the back of your head is a failure."

"Do you dare to come to this action, don't dare to pull aside quickly, when Wu doesn't work hard for you, how can you eat."

"What, you said that this guy still wants to be a martial arts star, don't be funny, I can't get up for a long time after I fall, and also, the scene where I was hit by a car just now, if I hadn't changed people, I wouldn't know how many times I would have come."

The voice from the assistant director was sometimes loud and sometimes small, but it entered the corner of a man in the corner with an abnormal skin color on his right cheek that could not be erased, and the corners of his eyes twitched a few times from time to time.

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Walking out of the set, Yang Yichen rubbed his lower back, the range of the movement just now was too large, and the old injury on his waist was faintly painful.

"It's okay, Old Yang." Another man who came out with dust on his body patted Yang Yichen's shoulder and pointed to his waist: "If you can't hold on, it's a big deal to go to Hengdian in the mainland after a while, the relationship left over there is not bad, and there is no shortage of food anywhere for a martial artist like ours." ”

Yang Yichen smiled: "If it hurts, it hurts, it's not a day or two, and the next two dramas will find us after these few shots." ”

"Then it's up to you, let's go, let's go have a drink."

"No, you go, I have something to do today."

Walking on the bustling streets of Xiangjiang, Yang Yichen didn't have the heart to enjoy the beautiful scenery around him, touched the corner of his right eye that twitched a little, turned the corner, and looked at the street that was no longer familiar but unforgettable, the corners of his eyes twitched even more, it was here, he lost his only relative, ruined his appearance and ruined his waist, for more than ten years, every year on this day, no matter where he filmed, he would take the time to come here, as usual to the convenience store that has undergone several changes but still exists zài to buy a pack of cigarettes, After chatting with the boss who had been sitting there reading the horse newspaper for more than ten years, he stepped out of the store, opened his cigarette, looked up at the sky where suddenly the clouds were covered with faint thunder and lightning, and snorted indifferently, when the word hope becomes a luxury, you will have his expression.

Syllable!

The flame of the lighter ignited and burned at the cigarette butt, Yang Yichen took a deep breath, as if he wanted to inhale more smoke into his body......

The picture was frozen at this moment, and a flash of lightning flashed in the air that lit up the clouds in an instant, penetrating the bustling metropolis, and falling on the flame of the lighter, which happened to be sucked into the mouth by Yang Yichen, and he himself was still unaware, and when he raised his head again, the smoke in his body slowly spewed out along his nose and mouth, but what he saw was no longer a restless city, but a picture that suddenly became virtual, and then he saw the passage of time, the passage of time belonging to this street, because for more than ten years, he would stand here for a few hours every year and smoke a few cigarettes……

The fully tempered glass wall of the convenience store next to it disappeared, becoming half glass and half wall, and then into a monolithic wall......

The neon-lit plaque has become a steel plaque with lettering, and it has become a wooden plaque with a thick calligraphy......

At the newsstand around the corner, a man in his early forties who has been smoothed out by life, a man with a cigarette in his mouth, wearing flip-flops, his fingers clasped on his feet, and a girl on the phone, a newlywed Yan'er wife in his thirties, will come to the newsstand to bring him a good soup, bitter but sweet, in his twenties, wearing a hat and revealing tattoos, shouting five or six to call friends, and hang the club on his lips all day long......

The hustle and bustle rushed into his ears again, smoking a cigarette, Yang Yichen looked blankly at the streets that suddenly felt a lot old, and the clearest thing in his ears was the arrogant words of the young man at the newsstand when he called his mobile phone: "What, I'm not convinced, Lao Tzu took someone to cut him, did you tell him who my eldest brother is......"

I felt a shaking under my feet, and dozens of young men and women ran in from the side of the street, their faces were filled with a different kind of excitement, cheering each other on: "Hurry up, Liu Dehua is filming in front......"

The dazzling, hazy sky is gone, the big sun hangs high in the air, shining on Yang Yichen's face, and the line of sight is projected on a video store on the side, on a promotional poster, Liu Tianwang's affectionate half-length photo occupies most of the poster - "Meet you, Tianwang concert, 2000.12.12!" ”

Yang Yichen swallowed his saliva fiercely, raised his right hand and touched his right cheek, and his left hand reached behind him to touch his waist, and two seconds later he ran away and ran into the convenience store, he remembered that at this time, there was a bust mirror on the wall at the door of the convenience store.

Didn't bother to look at the convenience store owner who was much younger and waved his arms excitedly when he looked at the running horse, Yang Yichen stared blankly at the young and handsome cheeks in the mirror and the head that looked a little silly, the twitching cheeks that made him only work behind the scenes were gone, the beard scattered on the cheeks and chin was gone, and the feeling of faint pain in his waist when he pressed it casually disappeared, a qiē, it seems, maybe......

When the convenience store owner finished watching, he turned the television on the stage, and the crisp voice of the newscaster read out the date of today, October 17, 2000.

Tide of memories poured in, he could never forget this day more than ten years ago, this day changed his life, went to the newsstand to buy a newspaper and was convinced again that he really returned to that sad day back then, Yang Yichen just glanced at the fans who were still rushing to another street, took a deep breath, he ran out in the opposite direction, his waist was free of sedimentary pain, his body was full of youthful vitality, he wanted to shout but now is not the time, If this is not a dream, then what I must do is to change my fate, especially the fate of my uncle, and at the same time, I am also changing my fate that I am lonely and have nothing to rely on.

"Whew, whew, whew......"

The young and healthy body is really nostalgic, with his hands on his knees, although the sprint made Yang Yichen gasp for breath and beads of sweat faintly appeared on his forehead, but he was extremely happy, how long has it been since he had run so freely, maybe he really hasn't run since he continued to move greatly to make his back injury more and more severe.

Swallowed his saliva, licked his lips with the tip of his tongue, pinched his arm several times to confirm that this was not a dream, Yang Yichen wanted to cry and laugh, he didn't have time to think about why this qiē happened, he wanted to rush directly into the building in front of him, and the sporting goods store on the side stopped his footsteps, and after entering, he bought two baseball bats and put them in a special backpack and carried them on one shoulder, looked at the time, walked into the building quickly, and came to a company on the fourth floor that looked busy.

"I'm Brother Xiong's nephew, and I'm looking for him in an emergency." Yang Yichen took a deep breath, according to the timetable of the year, it was still too late, but he couldn't gamble, since he knew that the other party's ultimate goal was to kill people, there was no need to let them talk about it again.

"I'm sorry sir, Mr. Yang and Mr. Ma are ......"

Yang Yichen didn't listen to the other party's words at all, and said with a smile: "Then can I use your phone here?" ”

"Absolutely."

Yang Yichen opened the sealed memories that had never been forgotten, and found the familiar phone number to dial.

"Hey." The deep and heavy voice almost made Yang Yichen cry directly, it has been more than ten years, and the voice of nostalgia has tried to suppress his complicated feelings of excitement, excitement and worry, and released some in order to have a little bit of the situation: "Uncle, I am Xiaochen, my aunt is not feeling well, let me come to you ......"

Within a minute of hanging up the phone, a group of people hurriedly walked out, the first two, one was imposing, and the other was full of smiles and flattery.

The imposing middle-aged man saw that a doubt flashed in Yang Yichen's eyes, but he still asked, "Xiao Chen, what's the matter?" ”

Yang Yichen didn't look at the smiling Mr. Ma, but briefly stopped his gaze on a tall man with a scar on his forehead behind his uncle Yang Bingxiong, bit his tooth socket hard, and leaned over to his uncle and whispered, "Come with me." ”

Yang Bingxiong's expression did not change, he raised his head and smiled apologetically at Mr. Ma: "I'm sorry Mr. Ma, there is an urgent matter at home today, and I will make an appointment after I finish dealing with it." After speaking, he felt that his nephew pulled his sleeve, did not say any more greetings, and walked out in a relatively impolite way without waiting for the other party's answer. In fact, where there is a home, there is an aunt.

"Brother Xiong, this is not good, it would be good if I and the crow would deal with something at home, such a big matter, the company ......" A trace of panic and anxiety flashed in the scar-faced man's eyes, and others didn't see Yang Yichen, who had been secretly observing him, but he was all in his eyes.

Yang Bingxiong just glanced at the other party coldly, looked at his nephew who was walking quickly in front of him and didn't even wait for the elevator to enter the safe passage directly, and asked in a deep voice: "Xiao Chen, tell me what's going on." ”

"They want to kill you, hurry up, at this time people have already rushed over, and they want to leave you in Xiangjiang."

Yang Yichen's words made the thin man in the last position squint his eyes sharply, and put his hand into his arms. And the scar-faced man's face turned a little green in an instant, and he just wanted to say something, but he underestimated Brother Xiong's doting trust in this nephew, Cheng Dù, did not ask the source, did not question the credibility, and quickened his pace, it seemed that he had also noticed it before, and now he just had a little more incentive to believe it.

"Scar, drive."

Downstairs, the four of them got into the car, Scar drove the crow and sat in the co-pilot, Yang Yichen, who was a little nervous, always stared at Scar with his head half-bowed in the back, the car started several times and did not start, Scar seemed to be worried about the master: "Brother Xiong, the car is broken." ”

"Get out of the car." Yang Bingxiong is also a hero, the crow rushed into the alley that he had observed with Scar in advance, Yang Yichen took the baseball bag in front of him, opened it and handed one of them to his uncle, the four of them just ran into the alley, and then stopped at a burst of messy footsteps, and then saw dozens of people rushing out from front to back, left and right, all carrying machetes, and when they saw Yang Bingxiong and others, they brandished machetes and rushed over.

"Brother Xiong, you and Xiaochen go first, and I and the crow will stand in the way." The path of the alley is intricate, and Scar stands at the mouth of a smaller garbage alley, signaling Yang Bingxiong and Yang Yichen to go first.

This is not surprising, at this time, the bodyguard naturally has to work hard for the master, Yang Bingxiong subconsciously blurted out You take care and pull your nephew to run in, but unexpectedly he was stopped by his nephew after only a few steps, and was a little surprised to see him fiercely wielding a baseball bat directly from behind and sneaking it into the side of Scar's head, and directly put it over, and blood flowed out.