Brother Hua, please clear water!

The structure of rural houses is simple, and the courtyard door can be seen from the hall.The sky was dark, there were many lights and shadows outside, and the cold wind kept whistling, and the wind in the mountains was particularly strong at night, which made him shiver.Wang Ming touched the cigarette case in his pocket, and there happened to be the last one left, so he lit it up and smoked after expressing his luck.

"Director Wang." When he was about to finish smoking, someone suddenly called him. Wang Ming was so startled that he was almost burned by the cigarette butt. After seeing the person, he immediately threw the cigarette in his hand on the ground and wrung it out. , exhaled white smoke from his mouth and nostrils, "Why did you come out, Shiqing? It's very cold outside."

"Long time no see, I want to chat with you."

"Go inside and talk, it's too cold outside."

"It's okay." Shao Shiqing casually placed the two benches in his hands in the yard, and looked up at the stars in the sky, "It's rare to see such a beautiful night scene."

"I'm fine... But you, if you catch a cold, it will delay the progress of your production crew. I heard that you will spend nearly [-] a day." Compared with the production crew, Wang Ming's words were a bit sour, but he sincerely expressed his gratitude to the crew. For Shao Shiqing's sake.

Shao Shiqing insisted: "There are too many people inside, it is inconvenient to talk."

Wang Ming was stunned for a moment, vaguely aware of what Shao Shiqing wanted to tell him.

The two sat on a short wooden bench. Shao Shiqing's long legs were a bit restrained, but he didn't care about it. He chose a more comfortable posture and stretched out in a place where there were only the two of them. .

"I didn't expect to be able to steal a night of leisure when I came out to film. This kind of slow-paced life is really good."

"Yes." Wang Ming is also very emotional. For a movie, he can stay up all night with the screenwriter to discuss the plot, and rush to the company with the producer to solicit sponsorship. What he should do should not be done by him. , He devoted all his enthusiasm, and only wanted to make a movie that satisfied himself and the public.

There are pains in every line of work. It looks glamorous, but many people can't imagine how difficult it is behind the scenes.

Wang Ming wanted to smoke when he was nervous, and every time he met Shao Shiqing, he would recall some painful things, so the addiction to smoking surged up like a fountain, making him feel a little anxious.

Shao Shiqing was very good at observing words and demeanor, so he naturally saw Wang Ming's situation, "Director Wang, the smell of cigarettes doesn't affect me so much now, so if you want to smoke, go ahead."

"Hey..." Wang Ming smacked his lips, a little embarrassed, "Your vocal cords were so damaged back then, I'm a little scared now. Let's not talk about this, to be honest, I want to smoke now but I don't have to." He took out the cigarette case and lit it up. It was crumpled, and there was nothing in it. "It was the last one just now."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Ming saw Shao Shiqing give him a pack of cigarettes. The price in Honghe Road is not cheap. He was startled and said seriously, "Shiqing, are you smoking?"

Shao Shiqing: "Occasionally smoke."

Wang Ming: "Your voice..."

"It's okay, really." Shao Shiqing interrupted Wang Ming, "It's been seven years, and everything should be fine in seven years."

Choking, Wang Ming smiled wryly: "You're right, it's been seven years." He lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, his eyes fell on the dark night in the distance, and his voice was a little hoarse, " Seeing He Jing soaking in the water today, I thought, he really looks like Hong Ling." His fingers were trembling, and Wang Ming's eyes were a little sour, "That kid Hong Ling is also so stubborn, with that look in his eyes, that draped hair His fragile appearance is too similar, too similar. If Hong Ling is still alive, he might have become an excellent Peking Opera artist by now, right?"

"No." Thinking of his old friend, Shao Shiqing smiled and shook his head, "Hongling loves to laugh a lot more than him. Hongling's personality is so cheerful and lively, not as calm as Hejing."

"That's right." Wang Ming propped his elbows on his knees and covered his face, "I blame me for the child's death. If I hadn't impulsively invited you into the desert when I was young, he wouldn't have died..."

Shao Shiqing stretched his long legs straight, tilted his head back slightly, and leaned on a little bench under his buttocks for support. The lit cigarette showed sparks between his fingers. He took a deep breath and exhaled. Smoke ring, "It's not your fault, it's me. After all, Hong Ling followed me to the desert, and he died for me."

"Sorry." The abrupt clear voice interrupted the conversation between the two. Shao Shiqing and Wang Ming turned their heads at the same time and saw He Jing standing at the door of the room with his hands on the door. I can't find it, do you know where it is?"

Wang Ming went to the toilet and pointed the direction to He Jing: "Over there, Xiao He, have you drunk too much?"

"...No." He Jing was stubborn and refused to admit it. He didn't expect modern wine to be so easy to drink. He thought it wouldn't matter if he could drink ten more bottles.

Seeing his face, Wang Ming couldn't laugh or cry. His usually calm and indifferent face was now rosy, with a hint of drunken charm. He was worried that He Jing's feet would be unstable, so he wanted to help him lead the way, "Otherwise, I'll take you to Bar?"

He Jing felt a little sorry for interrupting their conversation, so he waved his hands again and again: "No, I'll just go by myself."

"That's right, it's over there. Be careful when you walk, there is something drying on the ground over there, don't step on it."

"Okay." He Jing couldn't help but smile softly when he heard Wang Ming's nagging, "Don't worry, Director Wang."

Seeing He Jing's smile, Shao Shiqing froze for a moment, the cigarette in his hand slipped from between his fingers.

Wang Ming looked at He Jing's somewhat flamboyant footsteps, and smiled emotionally, "When I had short hair, I didn't look so much like Hong Ling. You're right, Shi Qing."

Shao Shiqing: "...um."

After He Jing came out of the toilet, he let out a long breath of foul breath. He remembered that this body had a habit of drinking alcohol, but he didn't expect to be so incapable of drinking. Besides, in his previous life, he never got drunk after a thousand cups. Physical fitness is also brought over.Raising his hand to look at his palm, He Jing exerted some force on his hand, clenched his fist and then let go, and after coming down two or three times, he couldn't help sighing.

It would be nice if I could be genuinely angry.

Thinking of this, there was a sudden pain in the lower abdomen, and his head seemed to be a little more dizzy. He Jing supported the wall, stabilized his footsteps, shook his head slightly, and stood up straight after the dizziness was relieved, giving himself a little help. The lower pulse, the pulse condition is slightly floating, but there is no serious problem, maybe it is a little acclimatized?

After getting a needle on the acupuncture point, He Jing felt a lot clearer. He looked back at the yard, where there were noisy figures. He was alone in a corner, and he couldn't help being influenced by the night and the cold moon, giving birth to a sense of melancholy and loneliness.

This is an era completely different from his time and space. There is no magnificent Wanhua Valley, and there is no end-of-life Datang, but there are technology, information and spotlights.Most of the things are new and challenging for him.Since he could call the wind and call the rain in the original era, he can still climb to the pinnacle of life when he comes here.

He Jing stretched secretly in a place where no one was looking, and looked up at the moonlight. There were dark clouds passing by, covering the lower body of the missing moon, and there might be rain at night.

On the right hand side is a narrow path. He Jing recognized that this was the road leading to the inland lake where he was filming during the day. He hesitated for a moment and walked towards the narrow path.Walk a hundred steps after a meal and live to 99.It was still early in the morning, and although the place was remote, it was quite safe, and there was no need to worry about any beasts popping out of the woods.

Wang Ming put aside the end of his cigarette butt, and when he looked up, he happened to see the back of He Jing walking into the woods. He hurriedly stood up, and suddenly there was a commotion behind him. There was a pause in the footsteps, and he hesitated a little when he advanced and retreated.

Shao Shiqing stood up and took the initiative to ask Ying, "I'll go to Hejing, you go to the house first to see what's going on."

"This..." Wang Ming hesitated, watching He Jing's back getting farther and farther away, he gritted his teeth, "Okay, Shi Qing, you go after him first, I'll go and see Gu Shu."

Shao Shiqing nodded, and walked in the direction He Jing left.

Wang Ming rushed back to the house in a hurry, only to find out that there was a conflict between two people in the crew. Gu Shufei was accidentally injured by a dish on his forehead, and he was sitting pitifully in his seat. Seeing Wang Ming coming, he showed a very wronged expression. Expression: "Director Wang, where is my Hejing?"

Seeing this, Wang Ming didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said to Gu Shu, "He went to the mountains."

"What?" Gu Shu's expression changed, and he immediately stood up, "What is he doing in the mountains?"

Wang Ming said awkwardly, "Uh, I don't know."

"I'll go and have a look." Gu Shu's face sank, he grabbed his coat and walked out.

"Hey, Gu Shu!" Wang Ming immediately stopped Gu Shu. When Gu Shu heard the words, he turned his head, his forehead was still stained with blood, and his eyebrows were stained red. "What's wrong? Where did He Jing go?"

"No, Shao Shiqing followed. You stop the injury on your forehead first. You went to He Jing in the middle of the night with blood on your face. Do you want to scare him?"

Gu Shu was stunned, and touched his forehead. The blood on his hand made him dizzy and almost stopped.

A girl next to him said, "Did He Jing go to that lake? Today, I heard from the people in the farmhouse that there is a legend about that lake."

"Legend? What legend?"

"It's like a fairy tale. It is said that the wife of the mountain god was buried at the bottom of the lake. On moonless nights, you can see the past and present through the lake!"

"What, it really is a legend." "I thought there was a moon elf or something." "Ah, if only there was an elf prince like Pepe!"

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He Jing walked very slowly, and Shao Shiqing caught up with him not long after. When He Jing heard someone calling him to look back, he saw Shao Shiqing coming up from behind calmly.

Shao Shiqing asked: "Going to the mountains so late? Director Wang is very worried about you, let me take a look."

He Jing said: "Take a walk after dinner." After speaking, his nose was itchy, and he couldn't help but sneezed.

Shao Shiqing chuckled: "The temperature is very low at night, be careful of catching a cold."

He Jing said: "It's okay, I'll walk again."

"Actors have to be responsible for their own bodies. Now it's filming, and the body belongs to the crew."

"Really?" He Jing asked indifferently, "You want to teach me that if I don't have a serious attitude, I'm not worthy of acting?"

Shao Shiqing was stunned, turned his head and burst out laughing, "Seeing your calm demeanor, I didn't expect to hold grudges like this."

He Jing was very disapproving, and said lightly: "It's not a grudge."

"What about you now?" Shao Shiqing joked, "Are you trying to prove it to me?"