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Wang Ping sat on the ground without moving, and Ji Zuo was still in place.

"Hey..." Outside the arena, the martial arts instructor looked at the two idiots who had entered the show, and couldn't help laughing, "I can't fight but I'm still so confident-but this martial arts has been changed so wonderfully, this kid is practicing martial arts?"

"No." Wu Guangji smiled, "But he was guided by a master—he worked hard on his own."

Wu Guangji was full of smiles, raised the horn and shouted: "The next game is coming, what are you doing in a daze?"

"Brother Wang Ping, come!"

Until Wu Guangji called for the next game, Ji Zuo finally came to his senses and walked quickly towards Wang Ping, ready to stretch out his hand to pull him.

"Don't... move..." Wang Ping squeezed out a refusal through his teeth, and then said, "Assistant, come here..."

Immediately, several assistants rushed over, one of them took a mirror and put it not far from Wang Ping, another took pictures of Wang Ping's front, back, left, and right sides, and the last one took a chalk, first drew some points for Wang Ping, and then Draw a point on the mirror, take out an angle ruler by the way, and measure the angle of the mirror.

"What are you doing...?" Wu Zhi knew that these traffic stars were a bit eccentric, but this was the first time he had seen such eccentricities.

Wu Guangji didn't say anything, patted Wu Zhi's hand, and went to communicate with the light for a while about the light in the pavilion.

When he walked over, Ji Zuo just pulled Wang Ping up.

Another half an hour later, everything was ready to be in place, and the content of the literary play was followed by the scene of playing in the bamboo forest just now. Wang Ping sat back on the spot first, and then the assistant brought the mirror over again, and placed it in front of Wang Ping according to the same angle and position.

Wang Ping compared the mirror and the photo, and restored 100% of the action just now. After the mirror was removed, he began to close his eyes and brew his emotions.

It was only at this point that the vast majority of people present suddenly realized that it turned out that Wang Ping wanted the mirror just now for this purpose, and tried to connect the two paragraphs with almost no gap.

Ji Zou looked at Wang Ping, with complex emotions in his eyes: this is brother Wang Ping's harsh treatment of him, but it is touching.

"Actually, my requirements are not that strict." Before putting on the earphones, Wu Guangji said to Wu Zhi, "So I'm quite touched that he can do this—let's watch the play again—Xiao Cundeng, is Ye Minghuai ready?"

Xiang Jie, who was standing in the shadow, suddenly widened his eyes and looked at Wu Guangji when he heard this sentence - Wu Guangji called them that, it was tantamount to announcing the result!

No wonder he went to communicate with the lights himself just now!Because this time it's officially here!

Ye Minghuai played by Wang Ping and Xiao Cundeng played by Ji Zuo also looked at each other in surprise at the same time, Ji Xiang nodded to Wang Ping, waiting for a sound.

"Shot 23, the first time, let's go."

It was still the bamboo forest, and the moonlight was still shining, and the two of them sat and stood leisurely.

"I won't fight anymore, I can't beat you." Wang Ping naturally continued what he said in the previous game, and entered Ye Huaiming's identity, "That's it! The loser invites another person to drink, brother, brother invites you to drink!"

As Ye Minghuai said, he stretched out his hand to signal Xiao Cundeng to pull him.

Xiao Cundeng took a few steps forward, stretched out his hand to hold Ye Minghuai, exerted force on his wrist, with a helpless expression on his face: "You just want to drink - be careful that Master finds you."

"Sorry, found 'us'"

Ye Minghuai was dragged by Xiao Cundeng, flew up nimbly, and stood in front of him with a bright smile: "Besides, what's so scary about Master, aren't we allowed to drink a glass of wine as adults today?"

Xiao Cundeng has always been obsessed with martial arts, he has great martial arts skills and a stupid mouth, he can't beat Ye Minghuai, so he can only shake his head.

Ye Minghuai shook his head and nodded regardless of him, stretched out his hand and hooked Xiao Cundeng into his arms, and led him on the bluestone road to the pavilion.

Originally, there should be a cut at this moment, and they will continue to play after they walk into the pavilion.

However, Wu Guangji didn't shout, the lights around him and the camera still followed the two of them, as if they were going to take a shot to the end.

Both of them didn't stop in tacit understanding, and continued to act.

Ye Minghuai hooked Xiao Cundeng into the pavilion, let him go, stepped on the seat around the edge of the pavilion in two steps, stretched out his hand, and took out two bottles of wine from under the seat.

He carried a bottle in his bosom, and threw the other bottle to Xiao Cundeng.

Xiao Cundeng raised his hand to catch the wine bottle, and saw that his brother was sitting leaning against the pillar of the pavilion, with one leg bent and stepping on the seat, one foot hanging under the seat, swaying leisurely, uncorking the wine casually, leaning his neck to his mouth I poured half a bottle into it.

Its movements are natural and smooth, and it is really a living Ye Minghuai sitting there.

For the second time today, Ji Zuo suddenly forgot that this was filming, and bid farewell to the soul that had been floating in the air to monitor him since he started filming—he just became Xiao Cundeng, a disciple of the martial arts school, drinking with his senior brother at night Junior brother with a glass of wine.

As the breeze came, Ye Minghuai drank half of the bottle of wine and smiled contentedly. Then he remembered something, raised the bottle and waved it at Xiao Cundeng.

"Junior brother, happy birthday."

"Happy birthday." Xiao Cundeng held the wine bottle in both hands, respecting him from afar.

Ye Huaiming didn't care about his respect, drank the wine, and said:

"After tonight, we will really become adults. Back then, you and I were picked up by the master on the same day. I was honored to be your senior brother. I am very happy to be able to spend these years with you."

Xiao Cundeng thought a little bit, raised the wine bottle, and said: "I am also very happy."

"It is said that I will leave the teacher's sect when I become an adult." Ye Minghuai turned his head, squeezed the wine glass, and looked at Yuanyue, "I haven't figured out what to do after I leave. What are your plans?"

"Of course there is."

"Really?"

Ye Minghuai just asked casually. Hearing what Xiao Cundeng said, he turned his head suddenly, jumped up, came to Xiao Cundeng who was sitting in front of the stone table, lay down in front of him, and said with great interest: "What wish, tell me Brother listen?"

"my wish……"

Xiao Cundeng let go of the wine bottle he was holding, and raised his hand to caress his long sword lying on the table. His eyes fell on the hilt, first as gentle as looking at a lover, and after two touches, he became firm and bright again.

The candlelight on the table shone in the young man's eyes, but they were not as bright as his eyes.

"I would like to go to the rivers and lakes, eradicate traitors and help the weak, and become a famous hero in the world." Xiao Cundeng said seriously.

"puff……"

Xiao Cundeng was full of enthusiasm, and was subsided by this "poof", he frowned and looked at Ye Minghuai, and said, "Brother, what are you laughing at?"

Ye Minghuai took a sip and couldn't hide his smile at all: "Laughing, I guessed it too accurately. I had already figured out that you, a martial arts idiot, would say such a thing."

"……What's the meaning?"

Ye Minghuai drank too much wine, lying on the table, his complexion turned red, his lips were also pink, he crookedly opened his fingers, and counted seriously to Xiao Cundeng: "It's not interesting, but since I was seven years old, I have watched a total of 130 This storybook, do you know?"

"……what do you know?"

"Among them, 120 and nine books are all the same as your wish. Brother, look at that day."

As Ye Minghuai said, he casually pointed to the sky outside, then lowered his head and took a sip of wine.

Xiao Cundeng poked his head out to check carefully, but he didn't see anything.

"Nothing." Xiao Cundeng said.

"No." Ye Minghuai shook his head, "That day was obviously full of heroes flying up, why couldn't you see it, Junior Brother."

This person is really deceitful!

"I won't tell you anymore!"

Xiao Cundeng grabbed the long sword on the table, turned around and left, but he had only taken two steps when a hand grabbed his sleeve.

Xiao Cundeng turned his head and saw Ye Minghuai holding his sleeve with one hand and the wine bottle with the other, his eyes were dizzy with water vapor, looking extremely aggrieved.

"Hey, Junior Brother." Ye Minghuai said, "You haven't listened to my wish yet."

Xiao Cundeng stood there for a while, and finally seemed to be thinking that today is also the birthday of this unreliable brother, turned around, and asked in a good temper: "What do you wish?"

Ye Huaiming loosened Xiao Cundeng's sleeves, clenched his hands into fists, put them under his cheeks, and said with a smile: "My wish... is to walk the rivers and lakes with my junior brother."

Xiao Cundeng was slightly taken aback.

"Accompany him to drink good wine and see the beautiful scenery, and then wait for him to get tired of traveling all over the world and become famous all over the world, find a comfortable place to live in—and then drink good wine and watch the beautiful scenery."

Ye Minghuai only said these few words briefly, but in Xiao Cundeng's mind, he had already outlined his so-called comfortable place.

Or a certain hill in the south of the Yangtze River, with a thatched house, spring comes like crisp rain, and layers of mist rise from the mountains.

Xiao Cundeng also likes that kind of future.

However, Ye Minghuai just laughed at him just now, Xiao Cundeng ignored him, his face collapsed, and he scolded: "I have no ambition."

"Okay, okay, if you don't have big ambitions, you don't have big ambitions."

Ye Minghuai didn't care about Xiao Cundeng at all, stood up staggeringly, hooked Xiao Cundeng's neck, leaned on his tiptoes, and said in a low voice: "Junior brother, let senior brother follow you..."

At night, the bamboo forest was extremely quiet, Ye Minghuai hooked Xiao Cundeng, and the smell of alcohol was on the side of his neck.

Xiao Cundeng fell on Ye Minghuai several times from the corner of his eye, and after a long time, the corners of his slumped mouth rose up, and Xiao Cundeng spoke, his voice seemed to be there but not there.

He said - "Okay."

Ye Minghuai also laughed, hooked Xiao Cundeng and walked forward, the two tufts of green robes blended together, it was impossible to tell who was who.

The camera on the sliding track moves forward, and the last scene is the backs of the two people shaking from the candlelight, and the shadows are stretched very long by the candlelight.

It's like the road they are about to walk side by side.

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"OK." Wu Guangji raised the horn and said to everyone, "CUT."

The moment Wu Guangji called CUT, Wang Ping quickly removed his hand from Ji Zuo's neck, and shook the calf that had been standing on tiptoe for a long time.

To be honest, it's a bit sour.

In fact, the height difference between Wang Ping and Ji Zou is not that big, but in the play just now, Wang Ping had to seduce his junior and show his chicness, but he couldn't expose the difference in his height and walk unevenly.

Heightening insoles are not issued a pair.

Difficult, it is too difficult.

Wang Ping relied purely on his own efforts, it was difficult, it was too difficult.

Wang Ping was still shaking his calf, and he didn't notice that Wu Guangji had left the director's monitor and walked towards them.

"Wang Ping." Wu Guangji's smile was still so kind, from far to near, he said gently, "You performed really well today."

Wu Guangji walked up to Wang Ping, said while extending his hand to Wang Ping.

"Thank you, director." Wang Ping smiled and shook hands with the director.

Wu Guangji added some strength to the clasped palms, and then said: "I'm sorry to make you go through one more level. I have no choice but to do so. Can you understand?"

"Of course." Wang Ping smiled, "It's all for the movie."

Wu Guangji and Wang Ping looked at each other with a smile, let go of Wang Ping's hand, and asked again: "Is your manager not here? Let's see when he can come. After signing the supplementary contract with me, you are the official announcement of the male lead." It’s about to go out.”

Ji Zou took a look at Wu Guangji - he could tell that Wu Guangji's words were to explain to Wang Ping that his manager knew about the third interview.

As for why Ji Zeyang didn't tell Wang Ping, that's something they need to resolve internally.

Wang Ping didn't hear the implication at all, and said happily, "He's not here, but my lawyer is here. I'll find the director later—"

"No rush, let's..."

Wu Guangji said that he was not in a hurry to say that he didn't say anything. Wang Ping had already leaped out of the arrow, leaving only a blue shadow.

Ji Zou admired Wang Ping's back, looked at Wu Guangji's rare embarrassment, and hid his smile just right.

Wu Guangji turned his head to him, and just about to have a few words with him, he saw Tang Jialin walking over with Ji Zuo's vibrating phone in his hand.

"Director Wu, that, boss..."

Wu Guangji waved his hand: "You answer the phone first, I'll go and talk to Guangguang."

Ji went to Wu Guangji to give a thankful smile, and took the phone from Tang Jialin.

Caller, Tong Le.

Ji Zou's eyes were back to normal and cold again—at this time, Tong Le's call could only explain one thing, that is, Xiang Jie really overestimated himself and dared to publish a draft to blackmail his brother Wang Ping.

Ji walked to the side, picked up the phone, and said with ice in his voice, "Hey, what's the matter?"

"I wanted to ask before, are you a part-time fortune teller, you can count everything, Xiang Jie—"

"Apprentice!"

Tong Le was still muttering over there, but Ji Zuo suddenly heard a cry.

Wang Ping leaned his head in from the gate, his long ponytail drooping and dangling.

Wang Ping saw Ji Zao approaching, waved to him, and shouted: "Don't go, wait for me, I'll treat you to dinner later!"

"It's just the two of us, it's a deal!"

Wang Ping had his signature smile on his face, and Ji Zuo also smiled, raising his hand to his lips: "Okay, got it."

The author has something to say: I don’t know what to say today, so let’s order a song "Blowing Out the Small Mountains and Rivers" for Xiao Cundeng and Ye Minghuai.