Chapter 35.2

But the real truth was… Xiao Jiashu was a sports idiot, and the basketball flew towards him. He couldn’t catch it and almost fell down. Fortunately, Ji Mian quickly pulled him, which saved his handsome face.

“Ge-ge, I’m lucky to have you!” Xiao Jiashu raised his red face after standing firmly, his bright eyes were full of gratitude and admiration.

Luo Zhangwei, who had already raised his hand, saw his expression of sweetness and slowly lowered his hand, not calling for CUT!

Professional actors had first-rate on-the-spot adaptability. As long as the director does not stop, even if the lines and plot are completely off, they can still perform as usual. Ji Mian rubbed Xiao Jiashu’s head and chuckled, “Don’t you exercise well abroad? You can’t even catch a ball.” Then he picked up the ball and threw it into the basket.

Originally, this shot would not be taken in full. Regardless of whether the shot was made, the crew would make a close-up shot and then edit it later. But Ji Mian was a master of sports, and could also make a hollow three-pointer standing a few meters away from the field, his action was perfect.

The children applauded sincerely. Xiao Jiashu paused, and then said eagerly, “Ge-ge, how can you do everything? I am a good student in the United States but in front of you it is really useless.”

“What nonsense? Ge-ge did not attend school but my di-di[3] became a top student.” Ji Mian was full of pride. He rolled up his sleeves and ushered Xiao JiaShu unto the court

[3] Di-di: younger brother

Xiao Jiashu was not playing basketball, instead, the basketball was playing him. Fortunately, he had Ji Mian’s help, if not he would be miserably lost. The two brothers were in a mess, but at least one was more skilful. After scoring, they clapped and hugged. The scene was more interesting than the description in the script, and also showed Ling Tao’s softer, warmer and more lifelike side. If one compared this look with his later cruel madness, the plot would be more contradictory and conflicting.

Xiao Jiashu played basketball conscientiously and completely forgot to act. It wasn’t until Ji Mian retreated to the sidelines and looked at him with nostalgic eyes. Ji Mian’s expression was very complicated, he seemed very relieved, and a little heavy. But no matter what, when he was facing his brother, there was always a smile on the corner of his mouth. The smile was warm and gentle and drizzled on Xiao Jiashu like rain.

Xiao Jiashu thought of the “The End” scene, somehow, Ling Tao used the blood-stained hand to gather Ling Feng’s ashes, and finally died peacefully; then he remembered the scene of “Killing Relatives” where he hugged Ling Feng’s body said in a desperate tone, “You don’t understand Xiaofeng, once a person’s hands are dyed black, they will never be washed white.”

Why can’t you wash it white? It’s not that he doesn’t want to wash, but can’t. If he becomes weak, the first victim would definitely be his brother, Ling Feng. He had been caring for Ling Feng all his life, leaving to him everything that was the most beautiful and bright, but at long last, he had finally lost everything.

Xiao Jiashu’s heart was suddenly filled with this reckless love. He threw the ball to others and stood under the basket and smiled at his brother. He didn’t know how warm and pure his smile was at the moment, he just eagerly hoped that his only loved one would be happy. He trotted next to Ji Mian and said sincerely, “Ge-ge, shouldn’t you get married? You shouldn’t always take care of me, you should also consider yourself. I have grown up and will take care of you from now on.”

Ji Mian patted him on the shoulder, and said softly, “I will consider personal issues after you get married. Are you still playing? Let’s go back if you want?” “Not playing, I’ll drink some water[4].” Xiao Jiashu waved his hand and headed to drinking fountain beside the court.

[4] Interesting, water was translated to saliva (google translate). Now I have the image stuck in my head.

Ji Mian stared at his back, his smile changed from deep to shallow, and finally, he put on his dignified aura. He took out his mobile phone and said in a deep voice, “Terminate the ebola plan.” Because of his brother, he didn’t want to bring disaster into this country, and the decision at this moment was the beginning of all tragedies.

“CUT!” Luo Zhangwei, who had been slow to move, shouted.

Xiao Jiashu drank two mouthfuls of water and sat down beside the basketball court. He waited for the feeling of heartache to pass begore slowly walking to the director to check the video. Ji Mian stood still for a long time, then shook his head with his hand covering his face.

Seeing that the situation was not right, Fang Kun hurriedly walked over to ask, “What’s wrong?”

Ji Mian put down his hand and muttered in a hoarse voice, “I just entered the movie.”

“Ah?” Fang Kun was so surprised that he looked him up and down several times. If others don’t know, how could he still not understand? Ji Mian was a typical expressionist actor. What was expressionism? In the words of the famous French performing artist Charles Galland: an actor must be able to control himself. Although the character he played was passionate as fire, he must be cold as ice and frost[5]. He must dissect every vibrating nerve like a ruthless scientist, exposing every pulsating vessel, and at any time, he must make himself like an ancient Greek god, lest the blood in his heart rushes up to disrupt his performance.

[5] Cold as ice and frost: frigid

Ji Mian was such a frigid and unrelenting performer. He could easily let others enter into their roles, but even if he has become the character himself, there were no fluctuations in his heart. His reasoning always controlled his body and emotions, making his external performance impeccable.

But at this moment, he actually said … he was brought into the role? That person who did was the Xiao Jiashu who just started?