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"Scene X, Scene X, mirror X, time X of Xianyiguan, let's start!"

"Master, what are you doing!!"

Di Hong pulled Fu Yiyi over and fell to the ground, raised the trembling rattan whip, and looked at Fu Yiyi who was struggling to get up from the ground, Di Hong's heart was chaotic and complicated, and his mind was blank——

Oops!

Still...can't act.

***

In order to catch up with the flowering period, let’s skip the interrogation of Yu Xuanji in the house today. Lu Qiao sprayed Yu Xuanji until he lost his sanity and killed him, and directly acted as Yu Xuanji grabbed the rattan and dragged Lu Qiao to the yard for a while. |通|热|Shove her to heaven.

It reduces the continuity of the plot and greatly increases the difficulty of performance.

This kind of difficulty is a little bit better for Luqiao, but Yu Xuanji suffers.Basically, there is no more talk about Lu Qiao, so it is necessary to let Yu Xuanji take the initiative to drive Lu Qiao.After all, even if Yu Ci was asked to help play the role of Lu Qiao, it would be impossible for him to bump into Da Hong's rattan whip with all his strength.

"What's the matter, Sister Hong?" Xiao Ai, who was watching the shooting scene without blinking, was anxious, "She seems to be very nervous!"

Of course, Xiao Ai didn't say this very loudly in order not to lose the face of her own master, but Yu Ci, who was the only one who was very close to her, naturally heard it.

But she didn't react at all, she just stared at Da Hong in the middle of the field together with Xiao Ai.

What should be taught and what should be done, she has tried her best.

For the rest of the road, Da Hong could only walk by herself.

***

Dan Hong in the arena has started to continue acting, but her current state is as if her body is mechanically following the steps, while her spiritual consciousness examines herself from the perspective of God, and at the same time gives a poor score.

In fact, all of this was a very common performance for her in the past, and her performance was even more refined than before, but she felt uncomfortable all over.She clearly knew that she was just completing a task, not really acting.This feeling is like the powerless resentment that you have seen the delicacy and delicacy, but you can only eat it with a bucket of instant noodles.

What Yu Ci had taught these days was all stagnated in the air for a while, and there was no interface to input her thoughts.

The eyes of Luqiao in front of her were red, and she seemed to be weeping. At a glance, Da Hong caught a glimpse, as if a thunderbolt pierced her body, stabbing her violently, the vine whip froze in mid-air, and fell powerlessly to the ground.

"Sorry, I forgot the words."

Dan Hong ignored the surrounding voices and stayed away from the crowd alone.

She used to say this kind of thing often, but today it seemed like a great weight weighed heavily on her heart.

When Xiao Ai saw it, she hurried to follow her, but was grabbed by Yu Ci, who looked over in doubt, and the latter just shook her head slowly.

Di Hong sat alone on her folding chair, holding the script in her chest, and Fu Yiyi, who wanted to comfort her idol, stopped halfway when she saw this posture, and backed away tremblingly.

It's also fortunate that she didn't go there, at this moment, Da Hong guessed that she was the last person she wanted to see.

The reason for the gaffe just now was Fu Yiyi.When Da Hong saw a girl who was fifteen or sixteen years old and didn't look like an adult, her eyes were red as soon as she said it.It's so hopeless!

"what……"

Dan Hong collapsed and put the script on her head, and let out a low growl in collapse.

"The director said that the scene might have to be changed."

When a person breaks down, it looks like he doesn't recognize his relatives, but in fact his five senses are so sensitive!Such a sentence floated out of nowhere, and penetrated the thousands of horses and horses formed by human voices, wind, and machinery on the set, and penetrated into her ears, and then pierced directly into her heart, and the blood burst.

When people break down, they especially like self-torture. If they don't like to listen to it, they will listen to it. Listening to one sentence is not enough, but listening to a basket of baskets is enough.

"Xiao Li, did you not finish drawing the sub-shot yesterday? What's going on?"

"I don't know how to change it, I always feel that no matter how I change it, it is very different from the teacher..."

"Are you the only newcomer in the group? If you haven't corrected it the first time, you can revise it again. You have only practiced for how long, so how could you really use your homework?"

"……Sorry, teacher……"

"You go back and change it now, when you finish changing it..."

The crew of "Yu Xuan Ji" is composed of the screenwriter and the crew. Because of the variable of Da Hong and other reasons, the script may need to be revised at any time.At the same time, this screenwriting teacher was teaching in a university, and thought that "Yu Xuan Ji" was a good practice opportunity, so he brought some of his best students to gain experience.

Dan Hong felt that this kind of experience was simply vulgar, but she was glad that she got this truth from someone else instead of facing Yuci.

This time, she was indeed too ambitious.

She thought she could face this challenge head-on after a few days of study, but in fact, Yu Ci had made complete preparations for her as early as the last day of recording the variety show.But she just doesn't want to plagiarize and imitate. She doesn't know what the audience will think of her when the drama and variety show are broadcast, and she doesn't want to get away with this way that Yuci once sneered at. She wants to be solid step by step. learning, groping out my own path, and wanting to——

I want to prove myself in front of Yuci.

But no matter how she proves, she can't hide the tragic fact that she still doesn't have much acting skills.

However, as the screenwriter said, it is frustrating not to get 100 points, but 70 points are better than 0 points.

The flowering period is coming to an end, and no one is willing to continue to wait for the next flowering period, the next flowering period, until she becomes an artist with explosive acting skills.

If you copy your homework, just copy your homework, and earn 80 points by copying it seriously, which is more sincere than handing in 0 points confidently!

"Director, there is no need to change the script! I'm ready!"

***

"Scene X, Scene X, mirror X, time X of Xianyiguan, let's start!"

As soon as the beater rang, Lu Qiao felt that the aura of Da Hong's body had changed, and looked around hesitantly, but saw that the man still had Da Hong's eyebrows and Da Hong's eyes.

"Ah! Master, what are you doing!"

This time, Tan Hong didn't throw her to the ground, but only took two steps back, shackling her in front of her body for a closer look.

The distance between the eyes, and then wandering between the green eyes, flustered, then calm again.

"You are so green, how old is this year?"

Fu Yiyi was a little confused by her question, she pursed her lips: "...13...[-] years old..."

"13 years old... that's great..." Di Hong bit the three words soft and crispy, her eyes wandered to her green and exquisite nose, which was as tender as a shelled egg, "I saw Fei Qing for the first time. At that time, it was also at this age."

As she spoke, she took the initiative to blur the focus, making her eyes look hollow and hazy, as if her soul had been drained, and she seemed to be looking back at the past——

What's next?

How did Yu Ci act?

***

Variety show recording site a day ago

"The murderer came over and strangled the neck of the deceased, and then hit the back of the head here. There will be blood trails here—"

Yu Ci's eyes seemed empty, and he had already caught a glimpse of the mark from the corner of his eye, but he didn't strangle the victim's neck immediately, but followed his own rhythm, looked at the illusory distance with his reminiscing eyes, and went deep into the emerald green weave. of Chang'an.

murmuring...

"Sister Da Hong? What is Sister Yu Ci talking about?"

"Is it the poem she wrote when she was studying with a teacher?"

"Why is she reciting poetry at this time?"

"Yes, out of feelings?"

"The emerald color connects to the barren shore, and the smoke enters the distant building."

Di Hong clenched the word "lou" tightly, took a few steps to bump Fu Yiyi into the wall, dragged and choked someone in one go, but her eyes were still blurred, as if she was not the perpetrator of the violent behavior just now, but just a passerby bystanders of...

"Master cough cough cough, Master Lu Qiao was wrong, Lu Qiao never dared again, forehead cough cough cough master..."

Luqiao had never seen Yu Xuanji like this before, and immediately burst into tears, "Please forgive me, Master..." A pair of small hands desperately pinched the hand on her neck, the knuckles turned blue and white.

Di Hong gradually focused, as if Yu Xuanji was called back by Lu Qiao's voice, she saw clearly the tearful little face in front of her, laughed and groaned.

"The autumn water surface of the shadow shop..."

"Whispering... fishing, people, heads!"

Yuci, who was forcefully pushed away by Luqiao, steadied his footsteps, his face was instantly covered with frost, and the vine whip circled in the air like a long snake and licked Luqiao's neck...

On the white wall with bamboo tiles, two afterimages chased and fled, whips rose and fell like poisonous snakes spitting letters, and clothes fluttered like poppies.

The blood splashed all over the sky and fell on the wall, looking from a distance, it was like snow falling on the world.

"what!!!"

The screams were exhausted, the green cockroach fell like a jade mountain, and the blood and tears melted into the moonlight, which was full of purples and reds, sad and gorgeous, dazzling and heart-piercing.

Yu Ci seemed to wake up, his eyes were shining brightly, he wandered in a panic, the rattan whip fell to the ground, and he sat slumped on the moonlight-spreading ground, his bloody hand slowly inserted into his hair, and flowed into his eyes along his forehead.

"Gen Lao Tibetan Fish Cave...

The low branches are for passenger boats. "

Di Hong found a few fixed points, trying not to look dull in her eyes, then raised her hand to stare seriously, counting silently in her heart——

one two Three……

She got up suddenly as if she had been scalded by something, picked up the flower hoe at the side, and first savaged Luqiao's body fiercely, then as if she had realized something, she started to shaving the flowerbed, and dragged Luqiao's whole body into it. The action of burying and filling soil.

Suddenly, as if summoned by something, she raised her head, and saw Yu Ci on the opposite side...

It seems to be another portrait reflected from the vanity mirror in the bedroom of that ancient house.

Seemingly real, seeming illusion, seeming virtual and real...

Di Hong saw Yu Ci, Yu Xuanji saw Lu Qiao, or rather——

She already regarded Luqiao as her 13-year-old self.

Yu Xuanji thinks that nothing can change her, and she is mad because she is shaken by Luqiao's words, and she also begins to doubt herself.She didn't want to be like Lu Qiao, she killed Lu Qiao, she was killing a deformed and cowardly self.

The self at the age of 13 was her favorite appearance.

So she remembered the poem she wrote in front of the master for the first time. She was scared by Luqiao, so she chanted this poem, wept while singing, and tried her best to kill the "phantom" who had betrayed her ".

And at the same time she kills herself in this poem.

Lanzhang was stained with blood and tears, and will never be the same again.

This scene is not out of joint, it is embedded in Yu Xuanji's life, like the sunset in Yanji, a fragment of shadow cast by the wall of Weilan mountain.

Shaohua has come to an end, and from now on, it will be a night of wind and rain, with frightening dreams and worries.

Da Hong looked at the opposite person in a daze, she couldn't tell whether it was an image or reality, and she didn't want to distinguish.

Playing what I feel, the state of imitating a king is like a lotus with two stalks, but they are irrelevant.

So, what if there is a connection?

Da Hong sat down, facing the emptiness with an afterimage, just like facing the bronze mirror on the dressing table, straightening her clothes and trimming her temples.

Then a flash of inspiration came to her, facing the mirror, raised her blood-stained fingertips, lightly tapped on her lips, and swept it evenly.

It's a matter of course.

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