Stop fishing, can't stand it

Song Xueyan: I have learned a lot.

When Feng Xiao's call came in, Yan Qi had just come out of the bathroom.

After a confrontation last night, he went back to the bed, tossed and turned, unable to calm down, finally closed his eyes, Song Xueyan never let him go in his dreams.

For a while, Yanle CP fans clamored that we are the official CP, and for a while, Song Xueyan's fans ridiculed him as his first love on the official screen. Finally, Song Xueyan, the culprit, jumped out and pointed at his chest step on.

Yan Qi fell to the ground on his back, seeing Song Xueyan's eyes twitched, looking disdainfully and indifferently, no matter how beautiful she was, she was hateful, no matter how hateful she was, she was also beautiful.

Without waiting for the alarm clock at six o'clock to play its role, Yan Qi woke up from the dream at 05:30, opened his eyes, jumped up, stared at the ceiling for a few minutes, searched on the browser, and finally found the book "Taishang Laojun" Talking about the Sutra of Changqingjing".

There are many mysterious principles in the article, which teach people to concentrate and meditate, which is both clear and quiet.

Yan Qi was a pious one, and when he realized it, he felt... that he had failed the Taoist ancestor's painstaking efforts.

Even the patriarch could not be saved, Yan Xi had no choice but to rush into the bathroom, pouring cold water from head to toe, at least to get rid of the heat first.

Feng Zou didn't know the pain in Yan Qi's heart, and he was full of seriousness, "Why did you repost Song Xueyan's Weibo last night? You still like it every few minutes? It's specious, let you imagine—good boy, fry cp One of your souls, you have fully comprehended."

Yan Qi opened a can of room-temperature black coffee, and looked up at half of the can, not bothering to explain.

Feng Zou didn't let it go, and said: "Frying CP is a convenient shortcut, but if this thing is not used well, it will be bloody and bloody. What's more, the disadvantages are too long-lasting and will follow you for a lifetime. Of course, if Being able to fry, no matter what, we are taking advantage, after all, the other party is Song Xueyan."

Not to mention that Yan Qi didn't mean it at all, and didn't like this method at all, and besides, Song Xueyan's face flashed before his eyes, causing him to shudder, and said with a pursed lips: "If we fry, Song Xueyan will probably jump out immediately Slap us in the face, and then we will lose our face to the eighteenth floor of the basement."

Feng Zou chuckled: "It's good that you know. The shortcut can only be taken for a while. If you get up too fast, if you can't stabilize, you will fall harder. Now everyone is impetuous. If you want to go long-term, you'd better not It's smelly. If you film well in the group, Weibo can also open in a timely manner."

After Yan Qi finished his coffee, he threw the black leather can into the trash can, got up to get dressed, and answered Feng Zou by the way, "I don't want to open."

Feng Zou said: "Then why do you open Weibo? You gave birth to it and watched it die?"

Yan Xi flicked off his short sleeves, "I am happy!"

He stood in front of the closet and carefully selected, took out the pants that matched his clothes, and heard a crisp sound outside.Yan Qi turned his head and ran out almost subconsciously.

Feng Zou called twice on the phone, but was slapped back by the sound of the door closing. He choked on his throat and hung up the phone indifferently.

Song Xueyan stood in front of the stove, feeling at a loss, suddenly heard the sound of the door opening from behind, turned her head, and saw Yanqi running out of it like a hungry dog.

"What's wrong?!"

Yan Qi bypassed the cabinet in the living room and walked towards the kitchen. With strides, the freshly dried hair exploded violently.He wore a white short-sleeved shirt with a blue cardigan jacket in a small fragrant style. It was clean, simple and elegant, but——

Song Xueyan's eyes moved down from his chest, and he paused somewhere, thinking that if he could wear a pair of pants, this silly boy could go straight to the hotel lobby for a catwalk.It's just that it's too... He glanced again, stretched out his hand and pinched his earlobe, feeling hot.

Yan Qi didn't notice Song Xueyan's gaze, and strode over to take a look, good guy, his favorite cheese yellow milk pot was burnt to black!

"It's early in the morning." Yan Qi murmured, "Can you do something good?"

Song Xueyan cleared her throat, emptied most of the reverie in her heart, and said embarrassingly: "I want to make some milk..."

As a result, I was stunned watching a pot of milk, and when I came back to my senses, the milk pot was forced to tan.

"What about this one?" Yan Qi pointed to the matching small ceramic bowl that was broken into several pieces.

Song Xueyan said: "Seeing that the older one died, I was at a loss what to do, so I simply killed the younger one too. The whole family lives and dies together. Anyway, I am not alone on the road to Huangquan."

Yan Qi gave a thumbs up, took half a step back, and pulled Song Xueyan aside, "I'll cook it, and I'll call you when it's done."

Song Xueyan didn't refuse, she bent down to pick up the debris, and just when she squatted halfway, Yan Qi lifted her up.

He straightened up, saw Yan Qi squatting down, and muttered, "I'm here to pick it up, I can't boil a piece of milk, what else can I ask you to do? Clumsy, don't cut your beautiful finger later, Xianfa They couldn't gather together."

Yan Qi dried her hair before leaving the bathroom, and lay down obediently, but after a while of sprinting just now, three or five strands turned around and hung left and right on top of her head.Song Xueyan stared straight at it, then reached out and touched it in a strange way.

The palms were soft to the touch, and both of them were startled.

Yan Qi raised his head subconsciously, but stopped halfway, looked at the soft white pajama pants on Song Xueyan, and murmured: "Do you know what this scene reminds me of?"

"I don't know." Song Xueyan felt that it was probably a warm and beautiful childhood memory, being touched on the head by an elder or something like that.

Yan Qi held the fragments in his hand, as if he had lost his beloved son, and said in a sad tone, "Ji Xiaofu was killed with the palm of Miejue Shitai, and Song Xueyan killed three heroes of the Yan family."

Song Xueyan was stunned for a moment, but she couldn't hold back, she pressed Yan Qi's forehead with the tip of her palm, and said wordlessly, "You idiot."

"Aren't you happy if you don't scold me?" Yan Qi put his palm on his head, stood up, put the pieces into the trash can, and said in a cold tone, "Don't beg me to give you milk later."

Song Xueyan was expressionless, "Before I beg you to give me milk, I beg you to put on your pants."

"What pants—"

Yan Qi yelled and turned his head, froze suddenly, and his memories flashed back from this moment to before he rushed out of the bedroom.He lowered his head dully, looking at the open-air black boxers, his lips trembling, "The legs are so long and straight, haha."

Song Xueyan couldn't help laughing, and said, "The air conditioner is on, and my legs are exposed to the bottom, so don't get rheumatism."

At this moment, Yan Qi was really glad that he didn't have the habit of being frank, and even more glad that although black looks thinner, as long as he is strong enough, no matter whether he is black, white or gray, he can't hide his masculinity.

Song Xueyan's teasing eyes followed her everywhere, Yan Qi refused to show weakness, and pretended to be a hooligan under her embarrassment, "I am in excellent health, and rheumatism can't be found."

"Oh." Song Xueyan raised her tone, hinting, "It can be seen that your body is very good."

"Uh..." Yan Qi's lower abdomen tensed, the previous cold bath had long since overtaken the effect of the medicine, so he didn't dare to look down for a second time.

Seeing that his ears were red, Song Xueyan softened slightly and said, "Come on, don't show off your good body here, go back to the house and put on your pants."

What's the difference between turning around and leaving at this time, and running away? !

Yan Qi gritted her teeth and said proudly: "If I don't wear it, I will show off my external capital!"

Song Xueyan pulled out a fruit knife.

"I'll wear it!" Yan Qi turned around and left quickly.

The sun rose and set, and in the evening a heavy rain broke out and the ground was wet.

Fang Zhouji temporarily changed the outfield scene to an infield scene. It was a rivalry scene between Song Xueyan and Yuan Mo.

The stylist helped to tidy up the headgear, Song Xueyan was sitting on a chair with unicorn pattern, and was thinking about acting with her eyes closed.Familiar footsteps came from outside, he didn't open his eyes immediately, after a period of play was over, Yan Qi, who got off from Group B, had already got Fang Zhouji's permission, and stood aside to watch the show.

Yan Qi memorized the script by heart, and knew at a glance that the next scene was the assassination of a young man, but before the assassination, he had to get sex/seduction first.He glanced at Song Xueyan from time to time, thinking that it was really the other way around, and let the prettiest one be seduced/seduced.

But there's no other way, the whole crew, who can overwhelm Song Xueyan?

Over there, Fang Zhouji and Yuan Mo finished talking about the play, stretched out their hands to greet the audience to get ready, asked the camera assistant to play the board, and started filming.

Yan Qi pulled out a chair with a backrest, turned it around and placed it behind the director, folded his arms on the backrest, rested his chin on his arms, and lay quietly on his stomach.

This scene is not difficult, the main point is that the young man has to distinguish the posture and temperament before and after the seduction/seduction. Xiao Zhenyue is not a violent person. In order to confuse the eyes and ears of the government, he has to pretend to be bloodthirsty.

Xiao Zhenyue likes to wear plain colors on weekdays, in order to conform to his preference, Xiao Guan also changed from usual, specially wearing a light blue plain gown.Fang Zhouji looked at the monitor, frowning slightly. The plain robe showed his figure the most. There was nothing to hide the original demeanor problem, and his slightly rich belly was also revealed.

Xiao Guan came forward with a bowl of lychee soup, cared for Xiao Zhenyue earnestly and tenderly, and pretended to pick up a spoon to feed, but Xiao Zhenyue raised her hand to stop it.

Yan Qi saw Song Xueyan raised her white and slender hand, and the southern red agate bracelet straddling the palm and the tiger's mouth shone softly and silently under the light of the dim yellow candle lamp.

This bracelet reminded him of the sapphire that Song Xueyan often wore.

He also thought of the wrist wearing the sapphire bead string.

Over there, Xiao Guan has changed his eyes, pulled out the poison dagger from his sleeve, and stabbed Xiao Zhenyue's neck suddenly——

The dagger that had been tempered with medicine was no longer shiny, and the tip of the blade was clustered with dark poisonous light. It could barely brush Xiao Zhenyue's side neck, and stab the back of the chair behind him with fierce force.Seeing that the tip of the blade was about to hit Qilin's forehead, Xiao Zhenyue blocked it with her wrist, and the agate bead caught the handle of the knife, making a groan.

Each group of lenses is familiar with planning to take panoramic shots and close-ups.

The dagger was sent flying, Xiao Guan immediately pulled out the long hairpin in his hair, and stabbed again, Xiao Zhenyue still blocked the attack with one hand, and with a twist of his wrist, the cuffs of the soft toga bulged slightly, like a ball blown by the wind. Clouds, elegant and refreshing.

Xiao Zhenyue grabbed Xiao Guan's wrist, pulled it, pushed it, kicked him away.

"Cut!" Fang Zhouji yelled to stop, letting the props team and coercion prepare. The next scene was the scene where the young man fell to the ground after being kicked and rolled to the corridor.

Yuan Mo stretched out his hand to touch his aching chest, turned his back and bared his teeth.In order to show the sense of impact and the strength of the play in the camera, Fang Zhouji specifically said that Song Xueyan's kick should be firm.

At that time, with the post-production work, we can create a sense of reality that kicks people in the air.This is hard for him.

Each group was ready, Yuan Mo put on the coercion, Fang Zhouji shouted, everyone returned to their respective positions, and the filming began.

Yuan Mo fell on the mat for the first time and was dizzy, so she heard Fang Zhouji tell her to do it all over again.Before he could react, he was lifted up, and two stylists surrounded him to clean him up.

Fang Zhouji said: "Young man is a martial arts practitioner. His bones were broken and he was thrown out. He was seriously injured and weak, but he was still alive. You fell like a corpse that had been dead for two days. I didn't know it. Xiao Zhenyue threw a lump of pork belly out. Come again!"

Return to the original position at the end.

fall.

"Why do you turn your arms, do you think you are breaststroke in the air?"

"Uh……"

"Rotate! It's the body rotating, not the brain and limbs rotating separately!"

"Uh……"

"The expression after landing, pain, resignation, fear, determination... none of them! Frown, not picky, brother, you have failed to assassinate, not failed to seduce/seduce and prepare to make persistent efforts! What the hell!"

"Stop!" Fang Zhouji took off the lid of the porcelain cup, took a sip, and raised his chin at Yuan Mo, "Come and enjoy yourself."

Yuan Mo's whole body hurts, and she feels 1 unhappy, but she trembles under Fang Zhouji's ashen face.He moved over, stared at the monitor to watch the scene just now, lifted his spirits, and pretended to reflect seriously.

Fang Zhouji asked him what he thought, Yuan Mo thought it wasn't that bad, he had fallen so many times.

If it was placed in the previous crew, the director would definitely have to smile and praise him for being able to endure hardships.But he didn't dare to say it, he didn't know how to prevaricate.

Fang Zhouji was so bored that he didn't bother to squeeze the toothpaste. He looked sideways at Yan Qi who was watching from the sidelines.

It's really interesting, are you here to watch a show, or to watch people?He was as angry as a powder keg in the audience.

Fang Zhouji put down the lid of the cup, made a "click", and said in a cold voice, "Xiaoyan, tell me."

"what?"

Yan Qi turned her head, her eyes a little dazed.

The author says:

Yan Qi: What does it matter to me?

连着6.1号的更新一起发了，所以后面还有一章。感谢在2022-05-3018:33:27-2022-05-3121:12:53期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

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