Quick time travel: The cold villain is acting like a baby in my arms again

"Film Emperor Qiu, I need to trouble you to take another shot of this one."

As soon as Qiu Cimu sat down, the director trotted all the way over and smiled apologetically at him, "The actor's expression was still a bit problematic just now, maybe you need to cooperate again, I really trouble you."

This is a fighting scene that needs to hang on to Wia. It has been filming for a whole morning, but because the male lead did not find the feeling, it has not been done.

It was the hottest season in July, and the clothes were still three or four layers. It was so hot that I couldn't breathe. The assistant next to me brought a fan over, and he was holding a popsicle that he didn't have time to eat.

When the director said this, he was also a little uneasy. After all, he is a person who has won the title of actor. Capital can not care about it, but he has seen the other party's acting skills. It is a bit wronged to come to play with these.

But since he invited the other party, he couldn't help but want to do these things better.

"It's fine for the director to tell me to resign. After I wipe off my sweat, there should be no need to touch up my makeup. It will be ready soon."

The corner of Qiu Cimu's mouth curled into a polite smile, and he looked at the director with light-colored pupils, indicating that he was fine, and then wiped it briefly with a tissue.

"Let's go, good plots should be polished repeatedly."

"Ci Mu is right," the director smiled. He is relatively thin, but there is a naive feeling when he smiles, "I will trouble you."

"it's my honour."

The expressions of the people under the camera changed immediately. This time it was a martial arts film, which told a series of stories caused by a young boy looking for the mystery of his own life experience.

Qiucimu played the role of that young man.

If he was allowed to choose, he would definitely not choose this role. The boy is seventeen or eighteen years old, and he is already thirty, which is really past that age.

But he has no choice.

Now that we have reached this point, we can only do our best to play the role well.

Wearing a coarse linen shirt on the upper body, with a lively smile on his face.A flying sword came at him, he turned sideways, dodged the flying sword, the smile on his face disappeared, his eyes were sharp, he walked slowly and pulled out the sword that had been pierced into the soil, raised his eyebrows, Looking around, "I don't know which senior it is? What can I teach you?"

What Muci saw when he came late was such a scene. At this moment, Qiu Cimu became a young man in the scene, full of spirits, but knew how to restrain himself, and there was an indomitable tenacity in his bones, like green bamboos, like pines and cypresses , those eyes are full of vigor and childishness that has not experienced the dangers of society, but also has his own wisdom.

Except for that face, there was no sign of Qiu Cimu at all, as if he was that boy, seventeen or eighteen years old, still childish, yet mature and steady.

"Ca—it's alright, that's pretty good, it's finally over." Accompanied by the director's voice, Qiu Cimu put away the sword in his hand, and the assistant at the side quickly walked over with a small fan and put it in front of him to blow, "Brother Qiu, is it hot?"

Qiu Cimu pulled the corners of his lips stiffly, and his brows and eyes returned to their previous indifferent appearance.

How could it not be hot.

But he had to be steady. Fortunately, there was nothing wrong with his expression.

Holding an ice cream in his hand, Qiu Cimu patted his assistant, signaling him to distribute one to the extras. Everyone was wrapped in three layers, and it was extremely hot.

The assistant had already prepared, the small fan stuffed into Qiu Cimu's hand, and went back to hold a box of ice cream to distribute. Qiu Cimu smiled and was about to remove makeup, but unexpectedly saw Mu Ciwan standing in the corner.

The two haven't seen each other since the last time they separated at the airport.

Instead, he added a contact method, and Mu Ciwan often sent him some messages.

But most of them are pictures, morning glow, sunset glow, flowers, green trees, as long as the other party thinks it looks good, they will be taken into the picture and sent to him.

When Qiucimu sees someone he likes, he will reply, it's like chatting with friends, but maybe it's because of his self-consciousness, he always feels that these chats are full of unnaturalness.

This conversation continued for a month.

He has already saved 2 g of the photos taken by the other party.

It makes the mobile phone with little memory even worse.

After discovering that Mu Ciwan had arrived, his first reaction was to visit the director, fearing that Mu Ciwan had sneaked in and the director would not know.

Then, until I was thinking about something, I wanted to pat my forehead with my hand.

What are you thinking about all day long?

He tried his best to ignore his beating and accelerating heart and maintain his expression, but the ever-increasing pace on his feet still showed his excitement.

Standing in front of Mu Ciwan, he tried his best to pretend not to care and asked, "Why are you here?"

"If you say you want to pursue someone, how can you not take action? How is Mr. Qiu doing recently?"

Mu Ciwan smiled, and naturally went to pull Qiu Cimu's wrist, Qiu Cimu just glanced at it coldly, but did not refuse, but ignored Mu Ciwan's previous sentence, leaving only With the last sentence, he replied: "Not bad."

He likes filming, although this role is not what he expected, but since he played him, he must try his best to show him so that others can see that this is a living, flesh-and-blood person.

"Well, our family Cimu is really great." Mu Ciwan praised with a smile.

Qiucimu glanced at her: "Who belongs to your family."

"I belong to your family." Mu Ciwan answered kindly.

"Hurry up and change your clothes, how hot is it?"

Mu Ciwan pinched Qiu Cimu's face, put some powder on his hands, and Qiu Cimu watched her rub her hands.

He didn't know why a sense of shame came over him, he frowned and explained in a bit of exasperation, "Everyone needs to be powdered."

He didn't apply it thickly, but he was afraid that his face would turn red, so he applied a layer.

Mu Ciwan heard the grievance from inside, "I know, Cimu with makeup has a special flavor."

Autumn Resignation Mu: "..."

What is this nonsense.

He glared at the other party, just bumped into the smiling eyebrows of the other party, and he assured that he could see the ridicule in it.

Angrily, he stuffed the small fan in his hand into Mu Ciwan's arms, and he bypassed her and entered the dressing room.

Mu Ciwan looked at his back and sighed with some regret.

It's a pity that we are not together yet, otherwise we will definitely pull Master into the dressing room to kiss me for a while, and now we can only watch.

"Mr. Mu?" The director's voice came from the side, Mu Ciwan looked away, and slowly turned to him, "I would venture to ask, you and Cimu..."