I hate seeing the facade

Today's filming is Yu Rong's finale scene, which is also the core scene of the whole play-the scene where the catcher stabs the little fox through his heart with a sword.

Fang Yiran was in a very good mood.

He was waving his Shangfang sword intoxicatedly in an empty corner, and Jiang Qingli ran over panting while holding his skirt.

Jiang Qingli stopped and stared at Fang Yiran.

Fang Yiran raised his beloved sword and looked back politely.

Then Jiang Qingli suddenly closed her eyes and screamed out loud.

Fang Yiran: "......"

After Jiang Qingli had yelled enough, she stopped, pointed to her eyes, and said solemnly, "What's the difference?"

Fang Yiran looked at it carefully for five seconds and didn't see any difference, so he could only say cautiously: "...today's false eyelashes look natural?"

Jiang Qingli's face seemed to be distorted, but in the end she tried her best to suppress her anger and smiled and said, "See, it's swollen. The makeup artist covered up the blemish three times before covering it up. I cried for the love between the two of you."

"..." Fang Yiran hesitated to speak, "Sister, we can but it's not necessary."

"You do not understand."

Jiang Qingli shook her head sadly, "I may not be the Xipi fan who spends the most money in the world, but I must be the happiest Xipi fan in the world."

Fang Yiran tortured Fang Yiran's soul for three hours last night, almost as if Jiang Qingli put a knife on his neck. Hearing this, he could only smile feebly to show respect.

"I really didn't expect you to be an infatuated species." Jiang Qingli wiped away the tears that didn't exist in the corner of his eyes, and said with emotion, "It feels like the contrast is infinite, maybe because the scissors at our station often cut you into chaos. Probably because of the abandoned slag attack."

Fang Yiran's smile gradually stiffened.

Jiang Qingli asked: "So when do you plan to confess your love?"

Fang Yiran continued to twirl the sword in his hand a few times, bowed his head and said, "When my part is finished."

Jiang Qingli: "How to confess."

Fang Yiran was at a loss: "If you make an appointment, just confess."

Jiang Qingli was furious: "??? Have you read all the links I sent you yesterday???"

Fang Yiran: "Look."

I've seen them all, but they don't suit either of them.

Jiang Qingli sent him a collection of various confession methods with the highest success rate in 2019. Fang Yiran opened one at random, and there were often a thousand paper cranes stacked in a string to hang on the beams of the house, or 999 rose plugs. The trunk is full, and there are even people who hand-copied their names three thousand times and spelled their names into human faces.

This is not to impress others, this is to impress yourself.

Fang Yiran saw that his scalp was numb.These confession methods may be useful to some romantic little girls, but if they are used on a heartless and unintentional child like Yu Rong, they will definitely be completely chilled.

"Does Yu Rong have any hobbies?"

Jiang Qingli rested her chin in melancholy, she seemed as if Fang Yiran was still concerned and anxious, "You have to follow what you like to have a high chance of success..."

Fang Yiran also had a bitter face, he thought about Yu Rong's stubborn virtue, even if he really had any hobbies, no one would be able to tell.

Finally, Fang Yiran finally came up with one.

With a delicate expression on his face, he asked Jiang Qingli hesitantly: "He likes to eat...does this count?"

The little fox came to the lake as promised.

The people from the government have been chasing him for the past few days. He has been hiding very hard, but when he saw the letter that the heroine put in the old place, he was overjoyed and overjoyed.

I'm still going to see her, thought the little fox, this time I'm going to tell her who I am, and I'm going to tell her that she saved me.

I want to tell her that she is my favorite girl.

They met again by the lake, where they first met, where she rescued him, though she didn't seem to remember it.

But the little fox didn't care.

The little fox picked the most beautiful platycodon flowers on the mountain, washed his face with the lake water, curled up into a ball, and waited for her under the tree early.

At dawn, the heroine appeared by the lake.

The little fox was very happy. He turned into a human and hid the flowers in his cuffs, wanting to surprise her.

"You're here."

The little fox happily ran to the girl's side.

He looked timid again, his voice was very soft, afraid that his abrupt behavior would offend the girl.

The hostess raised her head, showing a tired and forced smile.

"I'm sorry." The hostess said with a sob.

The little fox looked at her ignorantly.

Why are you apologizing.He wanted to ask, you did nothing wrong.

The pain came so unexpectedly, the numbness of the hands and feet was only a matter of an instant, the platycodon flower slipped from the hand and smashed into the soil, the little fox's body softened and fell to the ground.

what a pity.

What the little fox thought was, I have picked that platycodon flower for a long time, it is the most beautiful flower on the whole mountain.

"It's just an ordinary tranquilizer arrow. They promised me that they wouldn't hurt you."

The heroine squatted down with red eyes, but this time, she didn't dare to look directly into the boy's clean and clear eyes.

"Go with them obediently." She said softly, "Just do what you have done......"

The little fox's gaze suddenly became clear and cold.

"I don't," he repeated stubbornly, "I don't."

The little fox struggled to get up from the ground, grabbed the platycodon flower that fell on the ground with trembling hands, and staggered to get up.

He looked at the officers and soldiers coming up from all around, and at the arrester pointing at him with a sword behind him, who had been lying in wait for a long time, he suddenly smiled.

It was a beautiful, but a little sad smile.

He is a demon, he does not understand human nature.

But he knew that if he left, he might never see her again in this life.

"I'll go with them." The little fox said softly, "but can you..."

Can I accept this flower?

The little fox's fingertips danced with the last faint spiritual power, and he wiped off the mud on the petals with the remaining strength, and sincerely and greenly lifted the flower in front of the heroine with trembling hands.

Behind him was an awe-inspiring killing intent that suddenly approached, but he did not hide.

He just wants to give flowers to his girl.

However, in the next second, a sword pierced his chest.

The little fox's figure swayed, and he felt that the heroine was hugging him.

It was a very warm, familiar embrace.

"what are you doing??"

The hostess rushed to the police and shouted heart-piercingly, "You promised me not to kill him!"

The catcher stared blankly at his sword, which passed through the thin paper-like body of the boy in front of him, the sound of the sharp blade piercing through the flesh and bones was so clear, and the splashed blood was so bright red and dazzling.

"I thought he was going to cast a spell to hurt you..." the policeman said, "I thought he would dodge..."

Isn't it a fox demon with a high level of cultivation, isn't it a monster that digs hearts and eats people?

Why can't even dodge his own sword?

No, nothing is right.

The policeman looked at the figure of the boy lying in a pool of blood, at his white clothes soaked in blood, at those beautiful eyes that gradually lost their spirit.

For the first time, the calm and rigorous man who firmly believed in his intuition panicked for no reason.

The little fox's mouth began to overflow with blood uncontrollably.

The hostess hugged him, crying and wiped it off for him, but the blood overflowed more and more.

"It's not your fault." The little fox just whispered, "It's not your fault."

He finally stuffed the flowers into the hands of the hostess.

"It wasn't me who killed..." The little fox coughed again, choking blood from his mouth, but he just tried his best to raise his head and looked at her expectantly, "It seems that I... can't continue to protect you gone."

The hostess just shook her head and cried.

The catcher was completely frozen in place by the chill that penetrated into the bone marrow.

It turned out that the little fox followed the heroine for several days not to murder her, but to...

Who is the real murderer of those heart-digging cases?Didn't I... kill a living life by mistake?

"The lake water is really beautiful." The little fox murmured, his eyelids gradually became heavy, but he still managed to look at the person in front of him that he missed.

"Do you remember that a few years ago, the lake was as beautiful as it is today. You saved a..." The little fox's voice gradually weakened.

He just smiled weakly, but didn't continue.

never mind.He thought, I don't want her to feel guilty all the time.

The little fox asked softly, "Are the flowers pretty?"

The hostess nodded tremblingly: "It looks good, it looks good."

The little fox smiled weakly.

The light in the boy's eyes slowly dissipated, which was a sign that life was passing.He was still smiling hard, but his eyes were slowly closing.

Those clean, clear, beautiful blue eyes will never open again.

he died.

The director yelled the card, but there was still a quiet needle drop in the arena.

Yu Rong was the first to move.

He opened his eyes, suddenly pulled the corpse out of Jiang Qingli's arms, sat up sideways, and coughed out the artificial plasma in his mouth.

"It's too bad to drink." Yu Rong frowned in pain, "It's like rotten syrup."

Fang Yiran's eyes were red, he looked at the fake blood standing on the sword, and felt that his heart was still heavy, and his chest was terribly heavy.

He even had the urge to want the hunk to cry.

Jiang Qingli wiped the tears from her face, and murmured: "This heroine is really a flourishing white lotus, I'm so fucking angry when I play myself."

The atmosphere gradually relaxed, and the staff applauded while talking and laughing. Yu Rong took the water handed over by the assistant, wrinkled his face, and ran under the tree to hold the trunk and frantically rinsed his mouth.

When he raised his head, he found that there were already a circle of people around him.

Yu Jingliang and Andy were holding flowers and looking at them with smiles. A staff member held up a camera to record sideshows for him. Blood-stained Yu Rong was surrounded in the middle.

Holding the Nongfu Spring, Yu Rong with blood on the corner of his mouth: "..."

"Happy Yu Rongrong!!" Yu Jingliang happily stuffed the flowers into Yu Rong's arms, "You are the first lucky child in the group to have a holiday!!"

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