My Healing Game

"Han Fei, I'm sorry, but I have to trouble you." Seeing Han Fei coming, Director Jiang greeted him very enthusiastically: "The main reason is that your play is good. We use a lot of new actors for cost reasons. Most of them are just able to perform, but they can’t control the characters perfectly."

"I don't care, but if I add drama rashly, will it affect the overall plot? Every minute of the movie is very important. If I have more drama, maybe the protagonist is not perfect." Han Fei is really good for the crew. That said.

　　 "The script needs to be revised." Director Jiang looked a little serious: "Because of some plot issues, the families of the victims are more emotional."

　　Director Jiang treats actors very strictly, but when he treats the families of the victims, he becomes very talkative.

　　 "We adapted it based on a real case, so we really have to consider the mood of the victim's family."

　　 "Yes." Director Jiang patted Han Fei on the shoulder: "Hurry up and put on makeup. In order to show Wei Youfu in a more three-dimensional way, we need to add some daily routines."

　　 entered a vacant room downstairs, this is a temporary dressing room, Han Fei chose the most corner position to sit down.

　　 The makeup artist changed him into the clothes that Wei Youfu often wore before his death, and made his hairstyle the same as Wei Youfu, and made some slight changes to his face makeup.

　　 Holding the newly written script, Han Fei looked through it silently. At this time, the door of the dressing room was opened.

　　 "I need to change it after the filming is finished? I really take it!" A young man with a height of over 1.8 meters entered the dressing room, followed by a woman in her 30s.

　　 "Who knows that the family members of the deceased have temporarily changed their minds. They are now making trouble outside the building. There is no way if they don't change it." The woman was carrying her bag and holding several documents and scripts in her hand.

"I wondered, why did you choose this show in the first place?" The young man cast fire on the woman: "If you want to flow and have no funds, the actors are piecing together, don't accumulate me in this show. The reputation that came down was ruined."

"This is the company's decision. Similar themes are rare in recent years. The possibility of fire still exists." The woman whispered, as if afraid young people would hear it, she continued: "Director Jiang Yi's strength is beyond doubt. I haven't made any big box office movies, but I haven't made bad movies. A Cheng, you can cooperate with the director to change it."

　　 "You said it relaxed." As soon as the young man named Ah Cheng wanted to reply, there was a noisy noise outside the apartment building, and it seemed that someone was arguing.

　　 Acheng and his agent ran out to watch the fun, but Han Fei, who had put on his makeup, was not interested in those at all. He directly approached Jiang Yi and prepared to leave as soon as possible after the filming.

　　 Now he doesn't care about trivial things at all. Instead of focusing on trivial matters, he should think hard about how to catch the perverted murderer who killed seven people in a row, and truly return the dead to justice.

　　Han Fei's spiritual realm has far surpassed most people, which can be said to be the credit of that healing game.

The downstairs was a bit noisy. The victim’s family seemed to have entered the community. Director Jiang had no choice but to lead Han Fei to the shooting location upstairs: “We want the audience to feel that Wei Youfu was just like them. Everyone has his own life, so that when he is killed, the audience will feel more substituting, so I hope you can add a little bit of daily life before Wei Youfu's death."

　　 "Understood." It is difficult for others to play Wei Youfu, but Han Fei is different. He has seen Wei Youfu and remembers all Wei Youfu's expressions.

　　 A person with good nature, after experiencing despair and pain, his expression is even more sad.

　　 "I will play him well."

　　 Entering the shooting room, all the information about Wei Youfu in Han Fei's mind filled his body little by little. At this moment, he was no longer himself.

　　 worked overtime until late at night and returned home with exhaustion. His eyes were full of fatigue, but there was a touch of satisfaction hidden deep in the fatigue.

　　 Sitting on the comfortable sofa, watching the photo of his wife and himself, his eyes gradually became gentle.

　　 wiped the photos gently. He planned to surprise his wife. In a few days, there might be a big wedding photo hanging in the house.

　　 When he was thinking about where to hang the wedding photo, the phone started to vibrate and the call was connected.

　　 The old father's nagging and instructing made him feel that he was still a child, and only in front of his father, he could think of nothing.

　　 "I see, don't worry, you have to take care of your own body..." Hanging up the phone, Han Fei turned and walked towards the bedroom. This was a mortal ending.

　　 "Blessed!" Before Han Fei walked far, he suddenly heard the voice of an old man from the stairs outside the camera.

　　The thin old man put down the banner in his hand and walked into the shooting location startled: "Don't go in, blessed..."

　　 Han Fei, who walked towards the mortal room, stopped. He remembered this voice. It was the voice of Wei Youfu's father.

　　 Turning his head, Han Fei saw the old man holding the banner in his hand, and the expression on his face was moving.

　　 "Who put the victim's family in!" The camera director and the scene clerk grabbed the old man's arm and tried to drag him away.

　　 "Wait!" Han Fei hurriedly ran over: "The old man is old, don't do that."

　　He guarded the old man behind him: "Say something slowly."

　　 "What is there to say? They both agreed at the beginning, and now they temporarily change their minds and disagree with the shooting. Isn't this just trying to squander the money?" Ah Cheng leaned against the door frame, not caring about the reminder of the agent's eyes.

"You fart!" The thin old man clenched the banner in his hand: "You said at the beginning that making movies can let more people know about this! It can help us find the murderer! We only agreed! But what are you filming? ?! You are just making up!"

"We are making movies. It is a matter of the police to catch the prisoner. You have also signed the contract." Acheng is much taller than the old man~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He looked down at the old man: "We have already filmed the previous plot. Okay, just because you are making trouble unilaterally, do you know how much we want to change? Our film, my time, do you know how much it costs in total?"

　　 "You are the first to turn back!" The old man became more and more excited. Hearing the sound, several people holding banners ran upstairs. All of them were family members of the victims of the human body pattern.

　　 "What's the matter?" Han Fei was also a little puzzled, he didn't expect the two sides to argue so fiercely.

"Most of the scenes are over. The family members of the victims should have watched our expansion and advertising." Jiang Yi sighed slightly, lowering his voice: "I also want to shoot according to my own ideas, but The management does not approve of my idea. In reality, the murderer hasn't been caught yet, but they want to shoot a perfect ending."

　　 "Perfect ending?"

　　 "Yes, the case cannot be released if the case is not settled, so the screenwriter made up an ending." Jiang Yi was also somewhat helpless: "In short, the male protagonist's halo broke out at the last minute and was very lucky to kill the murderer."

"Since the change is based on the real case, it's better not to make up the ending casually. This is disrespect for the audience and the families of the victims." Han Fei looked back at the old man. After so many years, he still I go to the police station every year, and the pain of losing a loved one is like a shackle that can't be taken off forever.

　　 "We can't do anything about it. Now that the filming has reached this point, we can only hope that both sides will calm down, take a step back and talk slowly." Jiang Yi shook his head, looking sad.

　　 "It's okay." Han Fei's eyes slowly narrowed, hiding the sharpness deep in his eyes: "This play will have an ending, we don't have to wait too long."