I just want to start a career when I travel to the brainless

Lin Qingqian was just taking care of the child normally.

Song Qingyue comforted himself in this way, but the snow-white pillow was still stained with ash after soaking in water.

The number of times she cried in the past few days was almost as much as the sum of her birth to adulthood.

Lin Qingqian chased herself away in the dressing room, but talked to Wen Wei, who also had a role in the next scene, and even added WeChat.

He said that he was very busy with dancing practice, but he had time to make a voice call with Wen Wei for more than ten minutes.

He even complimented her name.

He also asked her if she wanted to sign in the forest.

Song Qingyue suddenly rolled crazily on the bed, venting his depression.After rolling around a few times, the more I thought about it, the more angry I became, the more uncomfortable I felt, so I kicked off the quilt and sat up.

For the first time, she regretted not signing in the forest.

Obviously Luo Yong and Lin Qingqian both asked her at that time.

Lin Qingqian walked back to the bedroom from the balcony, and saw Song Qingyue exuding "I'm unhappy, I'm angry, I don't care about you" all over her body.

She raised her eyebrows and walked over: "What's wrong?"

Song Qingyue turned around and retracted the quilt, with his back to Lin Qingqian.

I don't want to ignore her.

Lin Qingqian was silent.No matter how stupid she is emotionally, she still understands Song Qingyue's careful thoughts.

I just can't face up to this feeling.

At this time, she certainly knew why Song Qingyue was angry.

She was terrified of her legal sister relationship with Song Qingyue, but she was secretly and ulteriorly complacent.

Sometimes she even wanted to spurn herself, how could she have such perverted thoughts?

Do you like Song Qingyue?

There must be some likes, who doesn't like a little girl who is fragrant and soft and whose eyes are full of herself?

So, love?

Lin Qing lowered her eyes.

she does not know.

But she, who didn't know her own feelings, was immersed in Song Qingyue's liking for her, and even had an inexplicable sense of superiority.

She couldn't give Song Qingyue a response.

This is not right, this is not right.

Isn't this a complete scumbag mentality?

But she couldn't help herself.The self-control he was proud of was useless in front of Song Qingyue.

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Song Qingyue closed his eyes with his back to Lin Qingqian, but his heart beat faster and faster.

What is Lin Qingqian doing?Why don't you speak?

I won't be really angry.

Suddenly a hand touched her back, and then Lin Qingqian got into the quilt, hugged Song Qingyue from behind, and whispered in her ear:

"I just think Wen Wei has great potential and can be tapped into a company to be a cash cow."

"I don't like this type of thing."

Song Qingyue stiffened in her arms. Hearing this, he hesitated for a while, but turned back.

"What do you mean by that to me?"

Lin Qingqian took the child into her arms, and the two soft bodies were so close that they seemed to be able to hear each other's heartbeat: "It's nothing, I just think you need to know."

The fireworks in Song Qingyue's heart suddenly exploded.

Is this a report to myself?Mommy, dreams come true?

But Lin Qingqian added without changing his face: "After all, you are also from the Lin family, and you will inherit the family business in the future. It's good to know now."

She plucked up the courage and tentatively stretched out her little hand to give Song Qingyue a little response, but she shrank back timidly.

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Song Qingyue suddenly felt that all the strength in his body was drained, and he couldn't cheer up.

She suddenly would rather that Lin Qingqian fell in love with Wen Wei than the current state of being ignorant of feelings.

She wearily broke free from Lin Qingqian's hand, lay flat and closed her eyes.

Lin Qingqian looked at the child's face under the moonlight.The corner of his mouth curled into a sneer at himself.

It teases and hurts.

Lin Qingqian, you are a real scumbag.

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Song Qingyue quickly broke away from this episode and devoted himself to filming seriously.

Facts have proved that if you enrich yourself and run at high speed every day like a whip whipped top, it is easy to suppress some private emotions and desires in your heart.

But it is only pressed in the bottom of my heart, not completely forgotten.

She asked Chu Tiankuo for advice on acting, and Chu Tiankuo was naturally willing to teach her everything; she also chatted with Wen Wei, and found that this young lady who was two years older than herself already had her own understanding of acting.

She still treated Lin Qingqian like that, enthusiastically and presumptuously, and when the two of them got along in private, she was even more aggressive and wanted to hug or something from time to time.

She originally thought that Lin Qingqian would refuse, but she didn't know where Lin Qingqian made a mistake and indulged herself in every possible way.

She also took advantage of this to test Lin Qingqian's bottom line a little bit.

But Lin Qingqian seemed to have no bottom line for herself.

The lost heart slowly regained its confidence - no one could get closer to Lin Qingqian than him, if he couldn't catch up with Lin Qingqian, who else could do it?

A few days passed, and there was a trace of indomitable temperament and optimism in her body.It just matched Xia Shishi, and even the scenes were shot even better.

Li Zimu is a director who likes to pick out details, but he can't find any faults with Song Qingyue, who has performed exceptionally well.Looking at Song Qingyue's eyes became more and more fiery.

I found the treasure.

If Lin Qingqian is destined not to enter the circle again, it would be a pleasure to teach Song Qingyue out.

Just like that day by day, the days passed quickly.Soon to the big show.

The props have already arranged the scene, but Li Zimu, who controls the details, still corrects the placement of every small object bit by bit.Lin Qingqian's dance has almost been practiced, everything is ready, only the east wind is missing.

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Xia Shishi frowned as he looked at the thick stack of documents in his hand.

The title page of the information is a photo of a woman who is so beautiful that she is outrageous.

In this current situation, most beautiful women are not easy to mess with.Beauty is the original sin in a troubled world, and Chen Yingfeng must have had incredible power behind him if he could gain a foothold in the cannibalistic Shanghe.

She brushed her fingertips over the woman's smiling face in the photo, pondered for a while, then raised her head and reported to Ye Zhiqiu: "Teacher, I think it's better to avoid Chen Yingfeng, and don't come into contact with her in this mission."

Ye Zhiqiu's eyes were hidden under the dim oil lamp, and he couldn't see any emotion: "This is your first mission, you can decide for yourself."

"Yes."

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"ng! What's the matter with the group performance? Do you think you can stand still in a daze without lines?"

"ng! Xiao Song, your question, start again!"

"ng! The expression is too stiff, are you thinking about it or not, your eyes should be more lively!"

"ng! Why does Koizumi smile so obsequiously? You are the protagonist of the birthday banquet! You are the current ruler of Shanghe!"

……

Lin Qingqian, the protagonist of this drama, hadn't even appeared on stage yet, and things started to go wrong frequently.

Li Zimu put down the notebook in his hand, and shouted: "All take a 10-minute break, and find out how you feel!" He put down the loudspeaker, and spat: "Have you hit a bad day today? Everyone is out of order."

Chu Tiankuo didn't have a scene for this scene. At this time, Song Qing was looking at the script more and more, thought for a while, walked over and said softly: "What's going on today, so nervous? It's all some low-level mistakes."

Song Qingyue exhaled, rolled the script into a tube and hit his head: "A little bit."

At the thought of Lin Qingqian's appearance later, she couldn't hold back her heart.

Her mind was full of Lin Qingqian's appearance when she took the makeup photo that day.

Chu Tiankuo smiled: "It's a good thing to be nervous. In fact, Xia Shishi is also very nervous. After all, this is her first mission."

"You can bring your current nervousness into the character, maybe you will have a good performance, but you must control the balance."

Song Qingyue lowered his head: "It sounds so difficult."

Chu Tiankuo winked at her: "Believe in yourself, you can do it."

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Xia Shishi slowly walked into the Shanghe Hotel.She was young and hadn't grown up yet, so she dressed in men's clothing and pretended to be a rich man, so she didn't feel any disobedience.

The hall was buzzing with people, shoulder to shoulder.

"Hey, this is the first time I've entered this place, do you think that thing is real gold?"

"Don't embarrass me, can there be fake things here? Of course they are real."

"I didn't expect such a big hotel to be a woman. How much does it cost?"

"Tch, didn't you climb onto the Japanese bed."

"You said that what you ate and drank today is not Japanese."

Xia Shixi walked among the crowd, quietly listening to the discussions of the people around him.

This is the opening day of Shanghe Hotel, and it is also the birthday banquet of Koizumi Jiro, commander-in-chief of the Japanese army stationed in Shanghe.Koizumi pretended to be friendly and pretended to "share prosperity in Greater East Asia" and "share joy with the people", so this birthday banquet included many ordinary people besides businessmen and Japanese soldiers.

Of course, this is just an appearance.

Xia Shishi lowered his head, avoiding the scrutiny of the patrolling military police.

Her mission this time is to assassinate.It was not the assassination of Koizumi, but the president of the Shanghe Chamber of Commerce beside him - a traitor.

Probably a traitor appeared in the organization and betrayed the operation.Koizumi is also a daring master. After hearing the news, not only did he not cancel the birthday banquet, but he invited the people to expand the birthday banquet dozens of times.The good name is: "Happy with the people".In essence, it is to muddy the scene even more.

In this way, it is very difficult not to hurt a common people.On the contrary, the Japanese can promote their "friendly and tolerant" policy, and by the way, attack the Nationalist Party as a villain who does not care about the lives of the people.

Every step is a calculation, every move is a game, who is more daring and careful.

"It's out, it's out!" The crowd suddenly exclaimed, but the stage curtain that had been covering it was blown away.

Yes, it's not unraveling, it's flushing.

From the curtain, one person and one sword rushed out.

The woman was wearing a red dress and a high ponytail—all those gaudy accessories were removed at Lin Qingqian's request.Changed to the cleanest hairstyle.

There is a light veil of the same color on the face, and when she moves around rapidly, the woman's small and white chin is occasionally exposed.This kind of cover-up, which is still going on, is even more eye-catching.

On the surface, the seemingly plain clothes are meant to set off the superb dancing—or the superb swordsmanship.

Singing is based on words, dancing is based on meaning, so it is better to listen to its voice than to discuss its poems, and it is better to observe its shape than to listen to its voice. [1]

Dance is originally a performance form with strong expressive ability, and sword dance is one of the peak expressive abilities.

Chen Yingfeng's sword dance is not the traditional women's sword dance. It is mainly soft, with softness and strength.

Come like a thunderbolt, stop the wrath, stop like Jiang Hai condenses the light. [2]

Just like Kuafu chasing the sun, he has the indomitable momentum, but also has the subtlety of antelope hanging horns.

This is not a sword dance at all, but a sword dance.

But at this time, there were many red drums pushed from nowhere in the audience, surrounded by the stage, 36 strong men with their upper body on their backs gave a long drink, and the drumsticks in their hands fell.

Bright and upright, cracking stones and flowing clouds.

Chen Yingfeng's movements were also caught on the beat of the drum, and every move was like a shooting star.

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Li Zimu stood behind the monitor, frowning.

In Song Qingyue's eyes, there were shock, appreciation, and a hint of admiration.

is right, but something is missing.

The "ng" had reached the edge of his throat, but he held back his temper and decided to take another look.

Song Qingyue only felt short of breath, and she really wanted to stand still and finish watching.

But this is filming!

She tried to wake herself up a bit.

If something goes wrong with you, Lin Qingqian will have to dance many times, it's tiring to watch.

She slowly withdrew her emotions.

She resumed playing Xia Shishi.

Li Zimu whispered: "That's right."

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Xia Shishi woke up suddenly, and quickly took a sip of tea to moisten his dry throat.When he looked at Chen Yingfeng again, there were traces of regret and doubt in his eyes.

It's a pity that such an outstanding talent actually mixed with the Japanese and was willing to become a lackey of the Japanese.

The uncertainty is because of Chen Yingfeng's swordsmanship.

Ye Zhiqiu also knows a little classical swordsmanship, and he also learns from everyone, but compared with Chen Yingfeng, it seems that he is not at 01:30.

This is by no means a powerless woman.It can be seen from the thick stack of materials.

It's just that even though the Kuomintang boasts that its intelligence network extends in all directions, it has not found out where Chen Yingfeng came from.

She seemed to have appeared in Shanghe suddenly, and the past was blank.

Xia Shishi shook his head slightly: You can't be your enemy.

She glanced at the audience, and everyone's attention was attracted by Chen Yingfeng on the stage, even the Japanese military police.

It's a good opportunity.

She covered her belly, arched her waist, cursed and looked at Chen Yingfeng on the stage with regret.

When she came to the bathroom, she looked around, picked up the "cleaning" sign on the cleaning cart and hung it at the door, then blocked the door with the cleaning cart from the inside of the toilet, and rushed to the sink - there was a vent there.

The cleaning staff was naturally attracted by Chen Yingfeng, but Xia Shishi was not sure if it was an opportunity specially set aside for him by his own people.

She took a handful of gunpowder wrapped in oiled paper from the vent, fastened it around her waist, and then put the scene back in place.

After all, it was the first mission. In a panic, the silk thread of the ring hanging around his neck was hung up, and the ring rolled into the sewer, but it didn't fall because it was too big.

After getting the gun, she pretended to be a headless chicken and went up to the second floor - she had observed in advance that there was a sniper point overlooking the whole field.

Offstage, Koizumi suddenly frowned.

He had an ominous feeling.

There was an exclamation from the crowd.The sword in Chen Yingfeng's hand suddenly dropped and shot in one direction.

Naturally, it was a table full of senior Japanese military officers.

The speed was so fast that there was no time to react, and Koizumi's pupils shook.

The sword was stabbed firmly on the table, and the sword directly pierced through the not-so-thin tabletop. It was conceivable that if it was stabbed at a person, it might be able to stab the person right through.

The sword is only tens of centimeters away from Koizumi.His throat rolled, and the silver-white blade reflected his instantly soaked shirt.

On the stage, Chen Yingfeng bowed profusely: "Birthday to Mr. Koizumi." She straightened up and said with a smile, "Mr. Koizumi was not frightened by the little girl's prank."

Koizumi laughed a few times in a hurry, took the steps that Chen Yingfeng handed over, and spoke poor Chinese: "Hahahaha, how come, this is Miss Chen's dance!" He gave a thumbs up.

boom!

There was a muffled sound, resembling a gunshot.

Under Xia Shishi's overcoat, the hand holding the gun tightened violently.

On the stage, Chen Yingfeng looked at a group of Japanese military officers or business owners who got under the table, with a slight sarcasm on the corner of his mouth, pretending to be puzzled, "What's the matter, bosses? I specially imitated the Western reception Opened a few bottles of champagne for fun, why is it like this?"

Koizumi straightened up, laughed a few times, and was about to speak.

boom!

Another bang.

The previous two turmoil focused people's attention on Koizumi's table, and the owner of the chamber of commerce not far from Koizumi was shot dead.

There were panic and screams in the crowd, and countless people quickly ran to the exit.

Koizumi was terrified, stood up and shouted: "Shut up the exits! Don't let any one go!"

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"Cut!" Li Zimu yelled, then stood up from his seat and clapped his hands.

"not bad."

Lin Qingqian jumped down from the high platform and rubbed her right forearm.

Just now I used too much force, and it was a little sore.

"How is it?" She came to the back of the monitor, grabbed the shoulder of Song Qingyue who also ran over, and pulled the child to her side.

Li Zimu was very disgusted: "I haven't watched the replay yet." Three heads leaned in front of the monitor.

Song Qingyue sneaked closer to Lin Qingqian.

"It's almost there." Li Zimu pondered for a while, "Qing Qian, dance again, the last time I felt a little too hard, and the angle of the sword thrown in the end is not good, and the post-production special effects will be more difficult to do."

Lin Qingqian rubbed her forearm again, and lamented: "That thing is heavy."

The assistant had already delivered the sword, and Song Qingyue took it over and weighed it.

It is indeed heavy.

For Lin Qingqian to hold such a heavy sword and dance so beautifully, she must have good arm strength and patience.

Song Qingyue pursed his lips.

The author has something to say: [1]: "Dancing Fu" Han Fuyi

[2]: "Watching Gongsun Da Niang's disciples dancing swords and weapons" Tang Dufu