A king is like a cat

Although director Wu is strict, he never procrastinates in making movies, and his efficiency is extremely high. The finished product comes out shortly after the film is finished.Zhang Zhuoyun, who was recuperating at home, was looking at a die-hard fan of Director Wu who tried to forcibly pull him out of bed with a look of hesitation.

"There are still a few days left before the premiere, what's the rush?"

"Be serious, get up quickly and try on the clothes carefully, choose the best-looking one, if it doesn't fit, let them take it back and hurry up to change it! You look at your work attitude, and you look at Director Wu's work Attitude! This is the difference between people!" Sometimes Zhuo Zhuo still regrets why he only looks at the face.

"But suddenly my chest feels tight and I can't breathe..." Zhang Zhuoyun clutched his chest like a breath, "I need you to kiss me to get better."

"Shameless." After Zhuo Zhuo finished speaking with a look of disgust, Zhang Zhuoyun still kept his hand covering his chest, starlight twinkled in a pair of clear and bright black eyes, what the hell? !Foul!You can't be cute!

Zhuo Zhuo, who smacked a scoundrel on the face, wanted to retreat as quickly as lightning, but the enemy grabbed him even faster and dragged him to bed to take advantage of it. The poor little table was disheveled in a short while. flushed.

"I'm going to try on clothes." Satisfied, the person who committed the crime got off the bed and walked towards the cloakroom.

Zhuo Zhuo turned his face and looked at his back, already whipping him in his heart, is it fun to run away after flirting? !

Late spring and early summer.

The desert is full of yellow sand.Except for the sound of wind and quicksand, there is no other sound.Everything is silent, as if dead.

In the distance, the banner cloth outside the wine shop fluttered with the wind, and the ink stains on the banner cloth were already faded due to the erosion of wind and rain.There was no one in the restaurant, and there was a thick layer of yellow sand on the tables and chairs.Outside the door, a man sat alone under the tree with a wine jar in his hand, looking at his expression, he seemed drunk but not drunk, seemed awake but not awake.

"I can't go ahead." The drinker murmured with his eyes half-opened.

The person leading the horse across the road was startled, and quickly asked, "Sir, is the Ten Thousand Saints Church ahead?"

Another gust of wind rolled up several layers of yellow sand, exposing the dense white bones under the sand dunes.

"Yes, and no."

"What's the meaning of this?"

"Going forward through this Huangquan sand sea is indeed the Wansheng religion, but there are very few people who can pass through, and most of them return to Huangquan in this desert." The wine holder held up the altar to drink, and sighed.

The man who led the horse continued to walk forward without saying a word.

"This is where the yellow sand can bury the bones!" The words of the wine holder, in harmony with the wind and sand, turned out to be the voice of change.

The man who led the horse finally made it to the Ten Thousand Saints Cult alive, and the horses that accompanied him died of exhaustion in the desert early on.When he arrived at the gate of Wansheng Mountain, his eyes were already blue, his lips were chapped, and he staggered as if he was about to fall down at any time.

"Who is here?" The mountain guard disciple stepped forward to stop that person.

"Songzhou, Bai Zongwen. I would like to worship the holy religion." Bai Zongwen fell to the ground after finishing speaking.

So far, how Bai Zongwen has gone through untold hardships and passed trials to join the All Saints Church is unknown to the world.Only after that, there have been more ghost-faced swordsmen in the rivers and lakes. When he draws his sword, he will see blood.

In the middle of winter, heavy snow fell.

The man who had just eaten a bowl of hot dumplings came out of the house with a smile, wrapped his cloak tightly around his body and walked towards Zuimenglou, the largest brothel in the city.

When passing by an alley, he heard the movement of sharp weapons breaking the wind. The man stopped and listened for a while, curious, then turned and walked towards the alley.I saw a woman with a graceful figure dancing a sword in the snow, with a slight twist of her wrist, the sword flowers were flying, the combination of hardness and softness, and her figure was graceful and wonderful.

"It's so beautiful!" The man couldn't help clapping his hands in praise.

When the woman turned her head back, she saw a beautiful face, her eyes were full of autumn water, and her face was like a peach blossom.She put away her sword and asked with a smile, "Who are you? What are you doing here?" The voice was gentle and sweet like a spring breeze.

"Me? I'm just a passerby. I came here because I was attracted by the girl's sword dance."

"Heh, I see you have a face, I'm afraid you are not a good person. You are going to Zuimenglou." The woman still had a smile on her face, maybe she was born with a smiling face, so people can't help but smile after seeing it .

"No, no, I just had dinner, and I went out for a walk to digest food." The man didn't feel embarrassed when his mind was punctured, but instead made up a nonsense reason.

"I'm not really interested in what you're doing. But..." The woman tilted her head, and the smile on her face grew wider.

"But what?"

"However, since you watched my sword dance..."

The man didn't know what he thought of, and a smile appeared on his face: "Girl, it's okay to say."

"I have to die!" The woman's smile faded away, her expression on her face was as cold as ice, and a murderous intent appeared in her eyes.

The man will react to what the woman said, and feel a chill in his throat, see the blood spurting from his body, and fall back on the ground, dying with regret.

There were drops of blood falling along the sword body into the snow, shining like a red plum blooming proudly in the cold winter.The woman snorted lightly, tapped her toes lightly, and her figure was already a foot away.

"Tsk tsk, the beauty under the moon is Liu Ji, the evil god. Should I say this brother is lucky or unlucky?" Two figures slowly walked out from the corner, and the taller one spoke slowly.

"Sir, do you want to follow?" The smaller one looked no more than eleven or twelve years old, with black hair scattered behind his shoulders, and a very handsome appearance.

"What are you going to do, we are just passing by, just go our way." The man turned around and walked out of the alley, and continued to mutter: "It's getting colder and colder these days."

The movie tells nothing more than the love of two young people, from meeting, to using each other, to growing in love, struggling, forbearing, and finally parting ways.The background setting of the rivers and lakes adds to this story a sense of fate that cannot be controlled by vicissitudes.The most shocking thing is the framing and composition. Almost every picture can be used as a computer desktop, and it can be printed out as a promotional poster.

Seeing the two protagonists confiding in each other, Zhang Zhuoyun secretly clenched Zhuo Zhuo's hand.The two of them watched the movie quietly without any communication during the whole process. This was the first movie they watched after they were together, and it was very meaningful.

At the end of the movie, the two protagonists are like merchants, never seeing each other.The two shots have a huge contrast, but they are talking about the same thing, one person's heart is dead, the other's god is destroyed, the past is like blowing sand, like falling snow, no matter how difficult it is to grasp.

After the light was turned on, some people were still secretly wiping their tears, among them was Zhuo Zhuo.

"...are you crying?"

"Who cried! No!"

Zhang Zhuoyun didn't speak, and he didn't take the initiative to open his mouth until he got home after the event. Zhuo Zhuo was a little flustered. He didn't know what happened again. Just about to open his mouth to ease the atmosphere, Zhang Zhuoyun hugged Zhuo Zhuo hard, almost strangling him I can't raise my tone.

"I'm sure I won't let you down. Really."