门被推开一条缝,成龙戴着大墨镜,一个人悄无声息地挤进来。摘掉墨镜,揉揉黑眼圈,疲惫地说:“拍照啊?要不还是先聊吧?”坐下仅仅半个多小时,精力神奇地一点点回到身上。他先是靠坐着聊,然后渐渐不时把腿架到椅背上,之后他会站起来,挥挥拳头,或者走两步,把胳膊搭到旁边人肩膀上即兴演出。再后来,半个房间都成了他的舞台。 The door was pushed open a slit, Jackie Chan wearing a large sunglasses, a person quietly squeezed in. Remove the sunglasses, rubbing the dark circles, said exhaustedly: “take a photo ah? Or not to talk about it?” "Just sit down for just half an hour, a little magical energy back to the body. He first sat talking, and then gradually from time to time his legs to the back of the chair, then he would stand up, wave his fist, or take two steps, put his arm to the side of the improper performance on the shoulders. Later, half a room has become his stage.