The mosquito blood that pried away the white moonlight

"Act [-], Scene [-]—action!"

After the stage was set, Jiang Yu and Xiao Gouyue started to walk the scene.

Ning Yuan watched all this from a distance, weighed the coconut shell in his hand, and left here calmly.

The film and television city in Anping City was built with a huge amount of money, and its scale is so large that it is known as Asia's Hollywood.

During this period of time, not only Wang Zhuo's crew was filming here, but another crew was also there, but they were far away, and everyone was busy, so they hadn't met much.

Ning Yuan pressed the earphones in his ears and walked out slowly.In the night, there was no cloud in the sky, and a few stars dotted the distant sky sporadically. The full moon hung on the edge of the sky, reflecting the blue sky, like an overturned blue paint bottle.

The black car drove to the suburbs, and the shadow of the birch tree hit the car, like a ghost.

A pool of red.Sitting by the bathtub, Qiu Tang slowly opened the cork, leaning her arm, and the expensive liquid slipped into it little by little.

"Second Young Master," the man in a black suit knocked on the door, "Mr. Qiu sent me back to tell you that he has something to do in the past two days, so he won't be going to your concert tomorrow."

Qiutang put down the wine bottle and slowly stirred the liquid in the bathtub with one hand, "Brother...what have you been up to lately?"

The man is silent.

"Oh, it's like this again..." He put the wine bottle in front of his eyes, and carefully traced the sticker on the bottle with his eyes, "Brother, please pay attention to safety, don't let those people confront you head-on."

"Then I'll leave first. If you have anything to do, you can contact me or Mr. Qiu directly." The man turned and left after finishing speaking. The floor was covered with carpets, and his footsteps could not be heard.

"Brother..." Qiutang took off his pajamas and slowly slid into the bathtub. The red liquid covered his whole body in an instant. He raised his hand and kissed a photo obsessively. "Why? He and I...we are obviously cousins Ah, we look so much alike...even have similar blood...but why, why don't you accept me?"

His voice was low, with an indescribable magnetism and ambiguity, "I warned him a long time ago, don't mess with my things... It's his fault, he's going to mess with you. I I'll make him pay the price, and I'll let him taste what it feels like to be touched by others..."

On the set, Wang Zhuo tugged at what little hair was left, with a broken face, "No, Jiang Yu, your eyes are very wrong!"

This scene is a scene of Jiang Yu's Gu Hong and Xiao Gouyue's Bai Wuchang drinking. In the scene, Bai Wuchang was so drunk that he was half hanging on Gu Hong's shoulder, and Gu Hong didn't move at all. Still holding the wine glass, he just said lightly that you are drunk.

This scene was originally very simple, but for some reason, Xiao Gouyue hung on Jiang Yu's body, and her whole body went wrong. It was enough to say the wrong line once, and then her hands and feet were uncoordinated. It was hard After being scolded for a while, but because he was too close to Jiang Yu, his breath hit Jiang Yu's ear, and Jiang Yu couldn't help shaking when he said his lines. He could barely hold back at first, but later Xiao Gou When Yue put his hand on his waist, he almost couldn't help laughing outright.

When they finally settled everything, good job, as Wang Zhuo said, Jiang Yu's eyes were wrong again.

"When you drink the wine brewed with Datura flowers, the past and the past will come to mind, so Bai Wuchang will drink more and more pain, and the more painful the more greedy, and you—" Wang Zhuo pointed to the script, "The identity of Gu Hong has become Lost, he suddenly came to Huangquan one day, dressed in black, with a withdrawn personality, and drank mandala wine to quench his thirst and eat meals every day—he supported himself by the memory of the past, so his eyes must be deep and vicissitudes but desperate and happy Yes, take a good look in the mirror, your eyes—something is wrong!"

Jiang Yu "..."

friend!

Please tell me seriously, what kind of eyes he is with deep vicissitudes but despair and joy! !

"It's the look in your eyes when you eat box lunch," Xiao Gouyue glanced at Wang Zhuo, and blurted out quietly but not in a low voice.

Jiang Yu "..."

Wang Zhuo "..."

Crew members A, B, C, D "..."

Yu Dan: "Pfft—hahahahahahahaha!"