A Record of the Survival of the Excellent Female Supporting Work through the Book

Jiang Shuo was also a little nervous in this scene, because it was not only Song Jianjian's last scene, but also his last scene.

"Sister Song, are you nervous?" Jiang Shuo asked.

Song Jianjian was about a year older than him. In order to show that the two had a good relationship, he called Sister Song again.

Song Jianjian stretched, and said lazily: "It's okay, are you nervous?"

Jiang Shuo nodded embarrassingly: "A little bit."

Song Jianjian lowered his head and tied the belt around his waist, and smiled: "It's fine as usual."

Jiang Shuo stared at the upturned corners of her lips, and was slightly taken aback.

At this time, the woman was wearing a war robe, not as gorgeous as the one in the red dress before, her brows and eyes seemed to have a bit of heroism, and her downcast eyes were extremely pitiful.

"What's wrong?" Song Jianjian felt his gaze, and subconsciously touched his face: "Is there something dirty?"

Jiang Shuo snapped back to his senses before realizing it, with an uncomfortable expression on his face: "No, I just lost my mind about something."

Song Jianjian snorted, and patted him on the shoulder: "Let's go, let's go, Zhang Li's temper will start to swear again in a while."

Jiang Shuo smiled: "Be careful that Director Zhang overhears you."

Song Jianjian immediately twitched the corners of his lips: "Anyway, if you don't tell him, he won't know."

That way, Jiang Shuo was sure that he would not dare to speak out.

Jiang Shuo touched his nose and smiled silently.

In the finale, Song Jianjian worked harder than usual.

During the audition, the audition was for this scene, but the audition is an audition, and the actual shooting is completely different.

On the battlefield, war horses lined up side by side, and the chess flags of Dali Kingdom were hung high, fluttering and fluttering with the wind.

"I heard that this slave is Song Jin, His Royal Highness Song's favorite?"

Hongyao was tied behind the horse, and as soon as the horse ran away, she was dragged to run on the battlefield. One corner of her war robe was broken, and her side face was cut with a knife.

The scab had already scabbed over, but the scar was hideous, like a snake coiled on it, frighteningly tight.

Song Jin sat on the horse, his eyes closed, his lips trembled, and he was extremely calm: "What do you want?"

Seeing that he really compromised, the general of the enemy country was surprised and said: "It seems that this slave can really capture people's hearts, even the unfeminine Prince Song has fallen."

As he said that, his eyes fell on Xiao Man next to Song Jin again: "Look, look, Miss Xiao, this is the person you traveled all the way to find!"

Xiao Man looked indifferent, holding the gun in his fingers: "Midget your own business!"
The general of the enemy country let out a strange smile in an instant: "I admire you, of course I don't want you to be wronged."

Xiao Man's expression sank slightly, feeling uneasy in his heart.

The same is true for Song Jin.

"Come on, let His Royal Highness Song see what it's like to have fun under someone else's body today?!" The general raised a lotus with a big hand, his expression distorted.

Hongyao was already unconscious, her hands and feet were bloody and bloody, hearing this, she subconsciously looked at Song Jin.

Song Jin gritted his teeth, raised his sword and was about to charge forward.

She suddenly said: "Wait a minute."

The sound is very small, almost negligible.

But the strange thing is, the general smiled: "What does the beauty want to say? Listen to me, handsome."

Hongyao propped herself up and stood up, the rope was still tied to her hands, but it had started to break due to rubbing on the ground for too long.

She swayed her body, raised her eyes slightly, and looked at Song Jin who was directly in front.

Suddenly she remembered a lot of the past, but she couldn't remember why she liked Song Jin.

Probably because Song Jin called her "girl" the first time he saw her.

Or maybe she was dressed in white that day, like jade on the road, which really surprised her.

What's more, at that time, she, who was yearning for the outside world, was the first time someone met face to face, who did not dislike her identity, and talked with her, talking about things she had never seen before.

Song Jin at that time gave her an illusion, as if she had caught up with him, and she could become a person like him.

But after all, I can't become that kind of person.

Hongyao moved her eyes away, and for the first time used her identity to fulfill the absurdity of half her life.

"Although I, Hongyao, am a girl, I know that I will be loyal to the country and His Highness. Even though I die today, I am honored. I only wish to be His Highness's maidservant in the next life, serving His Highness."

In her shoe pocket was a dagger, very sharp, sharpened long ago, but never expected to be used today.

Hongyao lowered her eyes and raised her hand, then cut her neck with the tip of the knife without hesitation, blood spattered everywhere, she curled up on the ground like a puddle of mud

While unconscious, she seemed to hear Song Jin's apology.

He said, "I'm sorry."

Hongyao pulled the corner of her mouth forcefully, lying on the ground, silently added.

She thought, Song Jin, I lied to you.

I don't want to meet you again in my next life.

The accident happened so suddenly, even the enemy general didn't expect Hongyao to make such an incident.

He was about to say something when he saw a desperate person stumbling out.

It was a little soldier with his hat crooked. His face was covered with tears and snot.

He didn't care if someone pointed a knife at him, he just took off his coat self-consciously, and covered Hongyao who was not breathing.It seemed that the cover was not complete enough, so he held hands again.

And in the next moment, the two armies went to war.

Song Jin galloped away with his horse, throwing his head to scatter blood, swords and swords, and horses neighing.

The little soldier's eyes were red, tears fell patter, and then he wiped his tears with his sleeve: "You are a good girl, and you will be blessed in your next life."

The screen freezes.

There were already people crying on the set, and Zhang Li's eyes showed a bit of sadness.

"Okay, great!"

Zhang Li took the lead in raising his hands and applauding.

As soon as he spoke, there was applause one after another.

Xu Jie's complexion was a bit uneasy. Fang Ren didn't know what was wrong with her, and didn't think much about it. He glanced slightly at the set, and then saw Jiang Yingying not far from Song Jianjian.

Jiang Yingying held the water and looked at Song Jianjian with bright eyes, almost writing the word "worship" on her face.

Fang Ren clenched his fist and was about to walk over when Xu Jie stopped him.

"My feet seem to be old, can you help me over there?"

After all, she is the actress, maybe she will cooperate in the future, Fang Ren has no reason to refuse, so she just nodded and helped Xu Jie go away.But when Song Jianjian heard Zhang Li's clicking sound, the show started instantly.

But seeing that Jiang Shuo was still crying, he almost screamed out of laughter.

"It's over, it's over."

Jiang Shuo regained his composure, seeing her heartless look, felt somewhat uncomfortable.

He pursed his lips: "Sister Song is not uncomfortable?

Song Jianjian yawned lazily: "I'm fine. I used to be too involved in the drama and had psychological shadows. Now I will grasp the scale well.

Not too laissez-faire. "

Jiang Shuo didn't expect such an outburst, he was taken aback for a moment: "Is this so?"

This is the first time he has heard that someone can grasp the scale.

But during the filming, he could feel the atmosphere exuded by Song Jianjian.

Just as Jiang Shuo wanted to ask how to handle it, Jiang Yingying behind her couldn't wait to run over holding the water.

"Here, here you are." She snorted slightly, and awkwardly threw the water into Song Jianjian's arms.

Song Jianjian was used to her attitude, so he didn't care. He took a sip, thanked her, and threw the rest into Tangyuan's arms.

Tang Yuan's crying face finally healed.

Then Jing Ti glanced at Jiang Yingying.

When Ms. Jiang came, she took all her jobs away, and her assistant was like a transparent person.

Going on like this, Tang Yuan felt that Sister Song had almost forgotten her existence.

Jiang Yingying glanced at the water in her arms, curled her lips, and followed Song Jianjian bouncing around.

"What are your plans next?" Jiang Yingying pretended to ask casually.

Song Jianjian: "This depends on the company's arrangement."

As she said that, she glanced at Jiang Yingying: "Don't you still have a part in the show? Take it with peace of mind."

Only then did Jiang Yingying realize that she still had a role to play, and her face immediately darkened.

Because she knew that Fang Ren was the number one male at the beginning, in order to be with Fang Ren, she specially chose a character who could survive to the finale.

The current Jiang Yingying wants to travel back and strangle herself to death.

Song Jianjian breathed a sigh of relief.

If she continues to be entangled like this, she will suspect that Jiang Yingying really has thoughts about her.

Song Jianjian finished the film and just got back in the car.

Someone knocked on the window.

The driver quickly put down the window, revealing Jiang Shuo's unisex face.

The young man has peach blossom eyes and is gentle and gentle when he smiles. It is no wonder that a group of fans are begging for selfies all day long.

Song Jianjian tilted his head and glanced at him: "What's wrong? Is there something else going on?"

Jiang Shuo waved his hands quickly, the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "It's nothing, I just want to ask Miss Song if she's free, let's have a meal together."

It seemed that he was afraid that Song Jianjian would think too much, so he quickly explained: "I have some questions about acting skills, I want to ask for advice."

Song Jianjian frowned and glanced at the time.

It's getting late.

If it is photographed, there will be a lot of gossip manuscripts.

Thinking that she hadn't divorced Lu Xing yet, she didn't want to die so early.

Song Jianjian said apologetically, "How about next time, I still have things to do."

Jiang Shuo lowered his head in disappointment: "Looks like it's only next time, then Sister Song, go slowly."

The window slowly went up.

But Song Jianjian never thought about it, he tried his best to avoid it, but he was still photographed.

The next day, notices were flying all over the sky, and major marketing accounts began to repost.

In the photo, Jiang Shuo is standing outside the car, looking across the window from Song Jianjian. The angle of the paparazzi's grasp is very good. From this angle, the two of them seem like glue.

If he hadn't been the person involved, Song Jianjian would have believed it.

As soon as this news came out, it started to ferment on all major platforms almost instantly.

Jiang Shuo's fans didn't cover it either, and instantly tore Song Jianjian to pieces.

"Brother must have been deluded, Song Jianjian must die!"
"I'm going to die of anger, I really can't change eating shit, it's a real hammer."

"Sure enough, staying with Song Jianjian has no good results, brother, wake up!"
"Although I'm Shuo Shuo's mother fan, I wouldn't object to him falling in love, but Song Jianjian is a cancer, I advise Zai Zai to keep his eyes open, don't be used, and foolishly count money for others."

Song Jianjian has a fan group on Weibo, but she doesn't pay much attention to it on weekdays.

It's only now that a group of fans have worked hard for her.