I’ve Transmigrated Into This Movie Before

Suddenly a hand stretched out from behind Wen Yu and took away the picture book in his hand.

Shi Zhongtang stood behind him, glanced at the content of the painting, turned his head, and smiled and said to him, "Let's do the rest, this sister is the one in my painting."

Wen Yu watched him for a while, then suddenly jumped out of the chair and ran away.

Ning Ning just wanted to stop him, he ran back by himself, and shoved his pencil into Shi Zhongtang's hand.

Looking at him running away again, Shi Zhongtang shrugged and smiled at Ning Ning: "Okay, now you can breathe a sigh of relief."

Ningning heard a word of silence.

"My brother's paintings are usually not very flattering." Shi Zhongtang flipped through the picture book, "his first art teacher was scared away by his paintings, see."

He turned the picture book over and showed Ning Ning the picture above.

"This is a self-portrait of my brother," said Shi Zhongtang, "he drew it in front of the art teacher and in the mirror."

As a result, there are two people in the painting.

Wen Yu stood sideways in front of the easel, with two hands on her shoulders. The black lines were like smoke, spreading upwards from those two hands, and a half-length picture of a woman gathered behind him. The woman's face was blurred Qing, I can only see that she is bleeding and dying.

"Later I asked him who this woman was," Shi Zhongtang said. "He said it was Aunt Xiaoning ... is his former supporter."

Ning Ningchi looked at the picture.

Shi Zhongtang probably thought she was frightened, so she collected the picture book again.

"His aunt fell to his death and died in front of him. This incident had a great impact on him." Shi Zhongtang looked down at the painting in his hand, was silent for a moment, and concluded, "He was trapped by the man in the painting. "

After that, I slammed and closed the picture book.

At the moment when the picture book was closed, those memories that belonged to the past, painful, and gray, also seemed to be turned into black lines, and were locked into the picture book together.

"By the way, are you thirsty?" Shi Zhongtang, like a juggler, turned out two bright red scarlet fairies from the back. "Call Brother Stone, and feed it to you, how about it?"

Ning Ning took a moment to return to God and smiled at him barely: "Eat it yourself, I'll go and drink some saliva."

After speaking, she fled in a hurry, and behind him Shi Zhongtang said, "Hey, what did I say wrong?"

He didn't say anything wrong.

She felt panicked.

Ningning always felt that she had saved Wen Yu, but the moment she saw the self-portrait, she asked herself, did she really save him? Maybe ... the moment she fell, she was taken down too.

Now Wen Yu is still alive, but only half of them are still alive, and the other half are left forever and forever in the "Abandoned Child", left by the corpse on the snow, he cried in the never-ending snowstorm, He shouted exhaustedly, "Please, don't leave me!"

Shi Zhongtang looked at the back stumbled away, his eyes were complicated.

After a long time, he slowly lowered his head and opened the picture book in his hand.

Turn page by page until you reach the page where Wen Yu has just painted.

Children always see things that adults cannot see.

Maybe Wen Yu didn't know what she had captured, what she painted?

Shi Zhongtang froze slightly, the painting Ning Ning was not yet formed, and the wisteria flowers and pillars beside it were also contoured. Behind the pillars, a looming mask came out.

He slowly looked towards his right-hand side, not far away, behind a pillar in the corridor, and stretched out a smiley mask.

In the next play, Shi Zhongtang behaved a little abnormally.

After the third ng, Shidao put a candy in his mouth: "Would you like to take a break, take some sugar and adjust the state?"

"Let me take a break." Shi Zhongtang came down from the field and patted him on his beer belly. "You belly, eat less sugar, or the crew will open an extra door for you to come in and out tomorrow."

"Fart! Do you think I'm a pet dog!" Shi Dao was furious and reached out and pinched his ear.

Looking at the two men chasing each other, Ning Ning laughed, and felt a little strange in her heart.

Regardless of Shi Zhongtang's personal life, when filming, he was a very dedicated actor, to what extent? The hero in the play is a swordsman. He really learns swordplay. The hero in the show will open the tank, and he will really learn to open the tank ...

The stuntman must hate him! He is here to cut everyone's money!

From the beginning of the film "Man in the Painting", his performance has been very good, or the best. Everyone's state has ups and downs, including Ning Ning several times. Only he has played unhindered until now.

Until this play, he began to keep going, constantly ng.

Is this scene difficult? Ningning frowned and thought, took the script in his hand and looked at it.

This is a match between her and Shi Zhongtang.

If you have to give a name to this play, it may be called "Being Slammed by Your Ex-Girlfriend", or ... "Into the Devil".

In this play, the male lead became more and more fascinated with Princess Lingshan. Such fascination gradually made Princess Lingshan intolerable. After a dispute, Princess Lingshan returned to the painting. No matter how the male leader called her, he refused to come down. After the Lord made no efforts, she decided to let her come down from the painting forever at all costs.

"Okay." Shi Zhongtang's voice came from the opposite side. "I'm rested, let's start again."

A group of people returned to their posts, and Shi Dao quickly swallowed the unsweetened sugar in his mouth and shouted.

"!"

The incense burner smoked, the smoke drifted through the makeup box, the treasure box was half open, exposing the jade, gold, step, flower, ear, and Fang Shenglai.

Shi Zhongtang took a peony flower tincture out of the box, put a sigh in his mouth, softened the glue on the back of the flower tincture, and put it on Ningning's brows.

Ning Ning half leaned on the chaise longue, and her body was trapped in a half smoke and a half mist. stand up.

Shi Zhongtang looked at her stupidly, and yelled, "Only the peony is the true color, and when the flowers bloom, it moves the capital."

Ning Ning smiled slightly, holding her head with one hand and not keeping her eyes open. She said lazily, "Lang, let's be apart for a while."

After an unspeakable silence, Shi Zhongtang calmly asked, "Are you serious?"

This calmness is more terrifying than hysterical, at least he has made Ningning afraid.

But instead of showing weakness, she opened her eyes and looked at him: "Yes."

He still did not get angry, and even smiled more mildly and decently than usual, but the sense of gravity in the air became stronger and stronger.

"Can you tell me why?" He looked at Ningning earnestly. "What did I do wrong that made you suddenly tired of me?"

"... I just think you're too addicted." Ning Ning raised her finger and pointed at the wall behind him. "After all, I'm like them, just a painting."

There are many scrolls on the wall. In addition to the landscape, there are also characters, Zhang Zhangming's handwriting, all of which are Shi Zhongtang's beloved things. He often watches the scrolls with her, reviews the calligraphy and painting, and sometimes laughs with her: "There is such Many people will accompany you, and even if I am away, you will not be lonely. "

Today, Shi Zhongtang follows her finger, slowly looking back at the pile of paintings behind her, suddenly stood up from the ground, and walked quickly.

Then, tear it out.

In front of Ning Ning, he tore off his favorite picture of a Tang Dynasty lady from the wall and threw it into the charcoal basin without hesitation.

The flame burned the corners of the scroll, burned the lady's cheek, and burned this valuable scroll into useless black ash.

Tear, tear, tear ... Shi Zhongtang with his back to Ning Ning, tore the pictures on the wall one by one, and cast them one by one into the charcoal basin until the wall was empty and there was no picture left. Then he turned slowly.

At that moment, the flame jumped on the scroll, and the bright flame shone on his face, and then quickly dimmed, making his face flickering, almost magical.

"No more of them." He smiled at Ning Ning, "only you."

Ning Ning looked at him with a coolness on his back.

He was like the fire in the night, without temperature, only a twisted madness.

"... You still don't understand what I mean." She couldn't help but hold on to the corner of the beauty couch, apparently did not want to show weakness, but her involuntarily slowed down a bit, "You and I are separated, you are a living person, I am a Dead man, how could we be in one ... "

Before she finished speaking, he was embraced by him.

The two embracing figures are reflected in the copper mirror next to them, the color of the copper mirror is so yellow and hazy, the two figures inside are melting together.

"I caught you," Shi Zhongtang said softly in her ear, "I will never let go."

He tried too hard to make Ning Ning feel a little suffocated. This suffocation gave her a sense of suffocation. Is she Ning Ning or Princess Lingshan? Is the person holding her now Shi Zhongtang, or the man in "The Man in the Picture"?

"... Let it go!" She suddenly returned to her heart, struggling to break away from his embrace, and ran away toward the desk. The dignity and nobleness of ordinary days had been thrown behind her head. She was now chased by fear The young girl took a walk on the road and ran off an embroidered shoe, but didn't have the courage to go back to pick it up.

A burst of boiling white smoke rolled.

She disappeared.

Shi Zhongtang ran to the desk. The table was covered with the only non-destructive picture in the room. On the picture, a woman in white embraced herself, standing with his back to him, looking pitiful, as if she was afraid of something.

"Lingshan." Shi Zhongtang held an embroidered shoe and shook her. "Your shoes are off."

People in the painting did not respond.

"Don't be afraid of me." Shi Zhongtang put down her shoes, reached out and stroked the person in the picture, from her hair, to her face, her shoulders, "I will never hurt you."

People in the painting still ignore him.

"... Come on." Shi Zhongtang's voice softened for a while, "I was wrong just now, I shouldn't do that, I shouldn't scare you ..."

The people in the painting are still on the painting and have no meaning to get down.

With a bang, Shi Zhongtang suddenly swept his right hand and swept the beacon on the desk to the ground.

Tick, tick, tick ... He stood at the desk with his back to the camera, his right hand hung under the cyan sleeve, and a drop of blood fell from his injured finger and stained the ground.

"... Maybe you're just playing, maybe you're ... just treating me as a face-to-face, a face-to-face." He smiled at Tang, raised his injured hand, and stroked him gently. Man in the painting.

The man in the pale painting was stained red by his blood.

"But I can't let go anymore." He said with a gentle look, and told her heartily, "Lingshan, I will let you down from the painting, always down."

After that, he leaned down and kissed her.

The camera slowly moved from behind him to him.

The final shot was the smile he showed when he stood up slowly, a drop of blood stained on the corners of his lips, his expression so gentle, so lonely, so sad, and so ... desperately crazy.

With such a tense performance, everyone was stunned until Shidao clapped his hands and said, "It's over!"

Shi Zhongtang deserves to be Shi Zhongtang. After a few short ngs, he showed far more terrible acting skills than almost all the people who played with him shivered and couldn't breathe.

When Ningning shuddered, she was sweating with ease. Good opponents could promote herself. She felt that her understanding of the role of Princess Lingshan had deepened a little. When the last scene of today was filmed, she even had Some feelings are still endless.

Unfortunately, if Shi Zhongtang is not the actor in this movie, she may be closer to him.

"Well?" She suddenly noticed a different face and a different expression, so she walked over and bent down to look at the man, "Xiao Wenyu, what happened to you?"

Wen Yu didn't know when he had taken back his picture book. He was sitting in a corner where nobody was watching the show. The expression on his face was different from that of others. Instead of being intoxicated, he showed a hint of worry.

Hearing Ning Ning's voice, he looked back at her, hesitated, holding the picture book in his arms, and asked weakly, "Do you think ... today's brother is a little strange?"

Ning Ning froze and looked down his eyes, only to find that his every move, full of courage, was simply the most powerful actor she had ever seen in her life.

"... He is particularly powerful today." Ning Ning can only reach this conclusion, then looked down at Wen Yu, "What about you? What do you think is strange?"

"... He is very excited today." Wen Yu bit his lip gently, and made up for a long time. "I think ... he seems to be doing something very dangerous."

How can an adult believe the "feel" of a child, not to mention the good law and order in this area, Shi Zhongtang himself is an amateur combat enthusiast. He hangs three without pressure. The average thief meets him. I do n’t know who compares Danger.

So no one expected that, at twelve midnight, the crow was hovering in the air, and Shi Zhongtang stood with a smile at the entrance of Life Cinema, and used his ticket as a fan to fan himself.