Actor: Signing in for a hundred days, I created a famous scene

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Jiang Bei got up.

Maybe it was a little violent, Jiang Bei's eyes darkened, and he grabbed Qiao Xinyue's hand suddenly.

"Jiangbei!"

"Jiangbei!"

For a moment, it touched everyone's heart.

Jiang Bei paused for a long time, and said quietly: "What are you shouting for... I can't die... The 42 years of famine, so many people had no food to eat, and I didn't see much squeamishness... It's just a little dehydrated, plus staying up late... It's hard to suffer live."

Qiao Xinyue made a false alarm, and didn't care how fond the two of them were now.

"You put your hand on my shoulder..."

Jiang Bei was still a little hesitant, Qiao Xinyue grabbed Jiang Bei's hand and hugged herself.

"Oh...the old leftover girls are all taken advantage of by you, why are you ashamed... Besides, I gave you so many opportunities..."

Jiangbei:?

Baoyou, don't talk nonsense about this.

Hahahahahaha...

Is this a gossip?Pooh!This is called the self-salvation of a great actor!What I saw was a glowing soul for acting!Dirty!shameful!sorrow!

(System: Alright, alright...)

Moved to the second floor.

The crew built the scene very quickly.

Jiang Bei was wearing a hospital gown and a jacket, holding a script.

Being filmed again by a young girl born in the 90s, Jiangbei doesn't have any idol baggage, let alone celebrity airs, as long as the plot is not leaked, he doesn't care.

The little girl took out her phone.

Post pictures and texts.

【Picture.jpg. 】

[Enclosed text: Can you recognize who this is?I'm going blind from crying, crying.jpg. 】

And this bib, once it was issued, went from the top of the hot search list at an extremely fast speed... all the way to the top, crushing it!

No.10: #Dedication!Mysterious actor exposed...why does it look so familiar? #

The comments below are instantly full.

"Although I don't understand, I was shocked! Why is this person so thin?!"

"Which hospital did this patient come from? He still has an oxygen tube? Uh... No, right, is the script book in his hand?"

"The crew! This is the crew! Who is this actor? So dedicated?!"

"Could it be that the plot required me to lose weight? Fuck...that's awesome!"

...

Shooting continues.

This scene can be regarded as Jiangbei's one-man show, and it is also a portrayal of Lu Yiyi's heart, an inner play to get rid of the torture of illness.

In the movie, Wang Jiajia, who played the role of Lu Yiyi's wife, begged the doctor to give Lu Yiyi one last chance, that is... a bone marrow transplant!

The so-called bone marrow transplantation is hematopoietic stem cell transplantation!

It is through intravenous injection of hematopoietic stem cells and progenitor cells to rebuild the patient's normal hematopoietic and immune system!

But... this success rate is very low!Extremely low!

Not only is the cost high, but it is also very painful. The most frightening thing is... Lu Yiyi had to undergo high-dose chemotherapy and radiation therapy before the bone marrow transplant.

The pain of palliative chemotherapy is to leave a bone-scraping knife in the blood!

In the process of chemotherapy, the body's cells and hematopoietic function are completely disabled, so that bone marrow transplantation can be carried out to rebuild the progenitor cells in the body!

In human terms: within 6 hours, first kill the body's white blood cells, draw out the bone marrow blood, and then transplant the donor's progenitor cells and bone marrow!

The chances of survival are low!

But... For this one-ten-thousandth chance, Wang Jiajia didn't want to give up!

"everything's ready."

"The actors are in place."

Actor Wang Jiajia and the doctor sit opposite each other.

"3."

"2."

"1."

"Action!"

diagnostic room.

"Glenin is still useful in the chronic phase and accelerated phase of leukemia, but now... the drug is useless."

The atmosphere of the set is pathetic.

Wang Jiajia, who played Lu Yiyi's wife in the movie, looked ashen.

"Is there no other way?"

The doctor stared at Wang Jiajia for a long time, and sighed: "There is one...that is bone marrow transplantation, but the success rate is very low. It is hard to say whether he can survive the chemotherapy stage. I personally do not recommend..."

Before the doctor could finish speaking, Wang Jiajia hurriedly said, "Doctor, let's do it."

"Crack!"

"Perfect!"

"Second scene, CT room!" Wen Muye shouted.

CT room.

Jiang Bei had already lay down. To be honest, he still felt fear when entering this huge machine.

"The actors are in place."

Filming begins shortly.

Under the make-up, Jiang Bei's hair was already sparse, and his whole body showed signs of returning to life. This is a state of dying.

under the movement of the machine.

Jiang Bei opened his world-weary eyes and made a final struggle.

"Crack!"

"Mr. Jiang, the third act may take until evening. To be honest, I haven't figured out how to shoot this scene yet."

Jiang Bei put on his clothes and sat behind the monitor to discuss the script with Xu Zheng and Wen Muye.

"It can't be straightforward to show that Lu Yiyi committed suicide. This... has too much impact."

That's right.

The whole film renders Lu Yiyi's death very well.

Xu Zheng nodded, the two of them were at a loss.

"But what is certain is that Jiangbei will have a one-man show. It is not only a farewell to his wife and son, but also a farewell to the audience."

Jiang Bei thought for a while and suggested, "In this case, director, why don't you leave the last scene to me."

Improvising on set?

This made Wen Muye very excited!

He almost forgot that Jiang Bei was the youngest professor at Nortel, and even... the actor who scored the highest score among the seven directors in the "Actor" assessment!

The three hit it off!

"I leave it to you, Jiangbei!"

At night.

Except for the cameraman in the ward, all crew members hid behind the monitors. This is a night scene from Jiangbei!

Wen Muye held the walkie-talkie.

"Jiangbei, leave it to you."

Shooting begins!

Jiang Bei was lying on his side, his eyes were empty and lifeless, he reached out and touched his hair...a little bit of it fell out, and the scenes of the past flooded his heart.

The memories belonging to Lu Yiyi began to invade.

· · · Flowers · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · ·??

Teenagers, playground, playing, slapstick...

In the later era of the iron man Wang Jinxi, Lu Yiyi enjoyed the dividends brought by the oil compound, and it was free to go to elementary school.

He was wearing a mask behind him, panting: "Wait...wait for me..."

"Lu Yiyi, my mother said that I won't let me play with you."

"He's sick."

"Yes, you see he always wears a mask, what if the infection is transmitted to us?"

"The teacher also said, tell you not to run around if you have nothing to do."

"You go, we don't want to play with you."

"Let's go, let's go home for dinner, I'm going back late, my mother will scold me."

Tong Yan Wuji.

Lu Yiyi, a young man, didn't know what sadness was. He only knew that his heart was convulsing violently. He couldn't find a suitable word in his young head. He didn't understand it until he grew up...that's called 'colic'.

Being ridiculed by his playmates, Lu Yiyi stood in place in the snowy day of the big smoke, took off his mask, and laughed so wronged.

"I...my disease is not contagious..."

That night.

At the age of 10, he walked around the campus playground one turn and another.

Until the lights were turned on in every house, and there was a burst of snoring and mist through the glass, Lu Yiyi stood on the playground and once again tasted the astringency and saltiness of tears.

Sudden...

There was a cramping pain in the abdomen.

Jiang Bei on the hospital bed curled up into a ball.

"hiss..."

"what..."

 …

under the lens.

Jiang Bei clutched his abdomen, trying not to moan, because... his wife and son just fell asleep.

Hold on.

Because of long-term chemotherapy, the gastric mucosa was damaged, and gastric bleeding occurred from time to time.

"It hurts, it hurts..." Jiang Bei seemed to feel a propeller stirring in his stomach... stirring... sweating all over his body, it was very difficult for Jiang Bei to stand up.

Cautiously, tiptoely approaching the door of the ward, staggering footsteps... hunchbacked... It is impossible to tell that he is a 1.8-meter person...

"Hoo...his..."

Every time I walk, it feels like a thousand weights are pressing on my feet.

No way, Jiang Bei could only support the wall, trying his best to suppress the sound of pain.