"Hey, that, that person is 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, and you are a failure to appear on the camera when you go up the neck except the back of your head."

"Do you dare to do this? Don't you dare to step aside quickly. If you don't fight hard, you won't have any food to eat."

"What, you said this guy wants to be a martial arts star. Don't tease him. He couldn't get up for a long time after falling down. Also, the scene of the car just now was hit by a car. If I hadn't changed people, I wouldn't know how many times would I have to do."

The voice from the assistant director was sometimes loud and sometimes small, but it entered the corner without falling word. The skin tone of the right cheek was abnormally smeared, and the corners of his eyes would twitch a few times from time to time. He covered his waist with his left hand and clenched his fists with his right hand. When he gritted his teeth and encouraged, he felt the corners of his eyes twitching, and he squirted out a long breath, and the clenched fist was loosened weakly.

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When he walked out of the set, Yang Yichen rubbed his waist. The movement just now was too large, and the old wound on his waist was causing a slight pain again.

"It's okay, Lao Yang." Another man who walked out with dust dust on his body patted Yang Yichen's shoulder and pointed to his waist: "If it doesn't work, don't hold on. At worst, you can go to Hengdian, the mainland for a while. The relationship left behind in the past is pretty good. We, a martial arts substitute like us, will not lack food anywhere."

Yang Yichen smiled and said, "It hurts if it hurts. It's not been a day or two. These scenes will support us in the next two dramas."

"Then let it go, let's have some drinks together."

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

Walking on the bustling streets of Xiangjiang, Yang Yichen had no intention of enjoying the beautiful scenery around him. He touched the corner of his right eye that was twitching, turned around and looked at the street that was no longer familiar but unforgettable. The corners of his eyes twitched even more violently. It was here that made him lose his only relative, ruined his appearance and ruined his waist. For more than ten years, every year, no matter where he was filming, he would take time to come here. As usual, he went to the convenience store that had changed several times but still existed, and chatted with the boss who had been sitting there reading the horse newspaper for more than ten years. He stepped out of the store, opened the cigarette, looked up at the sky with sudden dark clouds and shining indifferently. When he hoped that this word would become a luxury, you would have his expression like him.

Bang!

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

The picture was frozen at this moment. A flash of lightning flashed in the air that instantly lit up the clouds, penetrated the bustling metropolis and landed on the flame of the lighter. It was sucked into the mouth of Yang Yichen. He himself was not aware of it. When he raised his head, the smoke in his body slowly spurted out along his nose. He saw no longer an agitation city, but a sudden void. 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 and smoke a few cigarettes every year...

The fully tempered glass wall of the convenience store next to you disappeared, turning into half of the glass window and half of the wall, and turning into the whole wall...

The plaque shining with neon lights has become a plaque with steel structure inlaid characters, and then a wooden plaque with thick ink written...

At the newsstand at the corner, a man in his early forties who was smoothed out by life. All the edges were on the phone with cigarettes, flip-flops, fingers and feet. His wife at the age of 30 would come to the newsstand to bring him the soup to him. Although the bitterness is bitter, it is sweet. In his twenties, he is wearing a hat and revealing his tattoo, shouting and calling friends to keep the club all day long...

The noise rushed into his ears again, holding a cigarette in his mouth. Yang Yichen looked at the streets that were much older in a daze. The clearest thing he heard in his ear was the arrogant words of the young man who was calling his cell phone: "What, I am not convinced, I led someone to chop him up. Have you told him who my elder brother is..."

I felt a shaking under my feet, and dozens of young men and women ran in by the street. Their faces were filled with a different kind of excitement, and they cheered each other: "Go away, Liu Dehua is filming in front..."

The dazzling and gloomy sky was gone. The big sun was hanging high in the air and shone on Yang Yichen's face. His eyes were cast on an audio and video store beside him. On a promotional poster, Liu Tianwang's affectionate half-body photo occupied most of the poster. "Agree with you, Tianwang concert,!"

Yang Yichen swallowed his saliva hard, raised his right hand and touched his right cheek with his left hand, and touched his waist with his left hand. After two seconds, he ran away into the convenience store. He remembered that there was a half-length mirror on the wall at the door of the convenience store at this time.

I didn't have time to look at the convenience store owner who was so young that he would waving his arms excitedly when he was racing. Yang Yichen stared blankly at the young and handsome cheeks in the mirror and the somewhat silly splitting his cheeks. The twitching cheeks that made him work behind the scenes were gone. The beards scattered on his cheeks and chin disappeared. The feeling of a slight pain on his waist disappeared. Everything seemed, maybe...

The convenience store owner watched the horse racing ended. He switched the TV to the station. The news announcer's crisp voice just read today's date October 17, 2000.

A tide of memories flowed in. He could never forget this day more than ten years ago. This day changed his life. He went to the newsstand to buy a newspaper and was convinced that he had really returned to the heart-wrenching day of the year. Yang Yichen just glanced at the fans who were still rushing towards the other street, took a deep breath, and ran out in the opposite direction. His waist was no longer troubled by the pain of deposits and his body was full of youthful vitality. He wanted to shout, but now was not the time. If this was not Huang Liang Yimeng, what he had to do was to change his destiny, especially changing his uncle's destiny, and at the same time changing his destiny that was lonely and unreliable.

"Hu, Hu, Hu..."

The young and healthy body is really nostalgic. His hands are placed on his knees. Although the sprint made Yang Yichen breathe heavily and sweat appear on his forehead, he was extremely happy. It took him so long to run so happily. Perhaps it was because he had never run away after the continuous large movements that made the waist injury worse and worse.

Swallowed, licked his lips with his tongue, and pinched his arms several times to confirm that this was not a dream. Yang Yichen wanted to cry and laugh even more. He didn't have time to think about why this happened. He wanted to rush into the building in front of him, and grabbed his footsteps by the sports goods store on the side. After entering, he bought two baseball sticks and put them in a special backpack with one shoulder. He looked at the time and quickly walked into the building and came to a company on the fourth floor that looked very busy.

"I am Brother Xiong's nephew, and I have something urgent to come to him." Yang Yichen took a deep breath. According to the schedule of the year, it was still time, but he could not go to the gamble at the critical moment. Since he knew that the other party's ultimate goal was to kill people, there was no need to let them continue to talk.

"Sorry, Mr. Yang and our Mr. Ma are…"

Yang Yichen didn't hear the other party finish his words at all, and smiled and said, "Then can I use your phone number?"

"sure."

Yang Yichen opened the sealed memory and found the familiar phone number to dial.

"Hey." The deep and heavy sound almost made Yang Yichen cry. It has been more than ten years. The voice of missing me so much, trying to suppress the complex mood of his excitement, excitement, anxiety, and worry. For a little bit of response, he released some: "Uncle, I am Xiaochen, and my aunt is not feeling well, let me come to you..."

Less than a minute after hanging up the phone, the group hurried out, and the two of them were in the forefront, with a dragon walking and a tiger stance, and a smile on their faces were flattering.

The imposing middle-aged man saw a puzzle flashing in Yang Yichen's eyes, but he still asked, "Xiaochen, what's going on?"

Yang Yichen did not go to see the smiley Mr. Ma, but temporarily stopped his eyes on a tall and strong man with a scar on his forehead behind his uncle Yang Bingxiong. He bit his alveolar hard, and leaned over to his uncle and whispered: "Come with me quickly."

Yang Bingxiong's expression did not change at all. He raised his head and smiled apologetically at Mr. Ma, "Sorry, Mr. Ma, there is an urgent matter at home today. I will make an appointment after I finish it." After saying that, he felt that his nephew pulled his sleeve and did not greet him again. He walked out in a relatively impolite way without waiting for the other party to answer. In fact, where is there home and where is there an aunt.

"Brother Xiong, this is not good. If you have any problems at home, I will deal with them. For such a big thing, the company..." A scar-faced man flashed a hint of panic and anxiety. Others didn't see Yang Yichen who had been observing him secretly, but he was all in his eyes.

Yang Bingxiong just glanced at the other party coldly, looked at his nephew who was quickly walking in front of the elevator and directly entered the safety passage without waiting for the elevator, and asked in a deep voice: "Xiaochen, tell me what's going on."

"They want to kill you, leave quickly. At this time, people have arrived and want to keep you in Xiangjiang."

Yang Yichen's words made the thin man in the last position suddenly widen his eyes and put his hands in his arms. The scarred man's face turned green in an instant. He was about to say something, but underestimated Brother Xiong's trust in his nephew, did not ask the source of information and did not question the credibility, and his feet accelerated. It seemed that he had noticed it before, but now he was just a little more inducement.

"Scar, drive."

Downstairs, four people got into the car, Scar drove the crow in the co-pilot, and Yang Yichen, who was a little nervous, kept his head down from behind and stared at Scar tightly. The car started several times without starting. Scar seemed to be worried about the master: "Brother Xiong, the car is broken."

"Get out of the car." Yang Bingxiong was also a hero. The crow rushed into the alley that he had observed with Scar in advance. Yang Yichen took the baseball bag behind him and opened it and handed it to his uncle. As soon as the four of them ran into the alley, they stopped at a messy footsteps. Then they saw dozens of people suddenly rushed out from the front, back and left and right, all carrying machetes. When they saw Yang Bingxiong and others, they rushed over with machetes.

"Brother Xiong, you and Xiaochen go first, and I will be blocked by the crow." The path of the alley was complicated, and Scar stood at the entrance of a smaller garbage alley, signaling Yang Bingxiong and Yang Yichen to leave first.
Chapter completed!