The electronic version of Captain China's script, Wu Jing has already sent it to the two of them through his mobile phone.

After signing the confidentiality agreement, all that remains is to get on the right track as soon as possible and film well.

This is Wu Jing's style, and getting things done is the most important thing.

If he believes in you, he won't hide it, and if he doesn't believe you, he won't use you at all.

But what's wrong with him?

You can tell from the script.

A proper straight man style of steel, the army is very heavy, the story line is simple and clear, and everything is based on the righteousness of the family and the country.

For the creation of characters, there is actually a lack of more changes and connotations.

In fact, it's not just Wu Jing, people who are generally born in kung fu movies have this problem, if you make them hard, they can do hundreds of flowers.

You let them hide, let them play some deep roles with deep emotions in their hearts, but how awkward they look.

In "Three Evil Stars 2", it can be seen that Wu Jing is indeed not suitable for this type of role.

Wu Jing is prone to using too much force when he says his lines.

In comparison, Xia Yuan seems to be so good.

Therefore, the chief director only has requirements for their plays, and does not question their acting skills too much.

......

The date of return is December 24th, Christmas Eve in the West, the eve of Christmas.

Sitting on the plane, Xia Yuan read the script for a while and glanced out the window.

For some reason, a strange feeling lingered in his chest.

He dreamed of the day he flew from Hong Kong to Singapore on his last trip.

He and Ying Sitong were on the plane, and the two of them sat by the window.

The delicate girl cheered and looked at the scenery outside the window, and the sea of white clouds outside spread out as far as the eye could see.

The sky was blue, a sunny day she had never seen before.

It's like flying in a fairyland.

Ying Sitong's face was reflected in the window, and he could see the innocent and silly girl in it.

Her smile was bright, like a cloud outside the window.

It's like light emitting from the side.

At this moment, Xia Yuan clearly knew-

Ying Sitong is not his mistletoe.

She is her own sun.

Shine on him with the residual warmth that emanates and let him grow.

Perhaps, in the finite and infinite future, Xia Yuan will always revolve around it.

It's like the earth guarding the sun.

Until the sun dies, then swells and devours himself.

Xia Yuan dreamed that during that trip, he fell into a deep sleep.

Not because of anything else, just because there are people around you to feel at ease.

It's like when he was a kid snuggled up to his parents.

He unconsciously leaned his head on Ying Sitong's shoulder in his sleep.

The body of the beautiful young woman of the blood clan is soft, but it firmly supports him.

As the plane swayed, his body would rub against hers one by one.

What came from the snort was the faint cold fragrance on Ying Sitong's body.

......

Xia Yuan woke up from the plane, and when he opened his eyes, he found that there was no Ying Sitong beside him.

It's Jiang Xiaoling.

She tilted her head to the side and fell into a deep sleep.

There are faint traces of saliva at the corners of the mouth.

I don't know why, Xia Yuan woke up from his sleep, and a trace of loss lingered in his chest.

Then a strange sourness slowly brewed in my heart.

Maybe with a hint of sweetness.

It's like an ant crawling on your heart, or being gently bitten by a small bat.

The halo outside the window reminded him of the dream he had just had.

......

After getting off the plane and leaving the airport, he and Jiang Xiaoling got on the bus to Yunze Film and Television City.

The bus was full of passengers, and a few elderly people leaned back in their chairs to rest with their eyes closed.

There was also a schoolboy holding his mother's hand and standing in the middle of the carriage.

Seeing their appearance, Xia Yuan gently pulled the pull tab on the top of his head, remembering the scene of taking the subway with Ying Sitong before.

That guy just didn't want to show the balance of the Bloodline, he just didn't want to hold him.

Thinking of this, the corners of Xia Yuan's mouth unconsciously rose.

At the same time, he saw the old woman in the seat opposite him nodding and smiling.

Xia Yuan quickly restrained his smile and coughed twice, so as not to be misunderstood by others that he didn't want to work hard.

......

"Brother, can you call me down when you get to Heping Road later, I want to sleep for a while. ”

The eldest brother next to Xia Yuan asked him.

"No problem, you go to sleep, keep it to wake you up. ”

"Thank you, big brother. ”

The middle-aged brother clasped his hands, leaned back in the chair, and after a while, he began to snor.

At the same time, Xia Yuan saw that the old woman before smiled silently at him, and there was an approving look.

He gasped and silently turned his gaze out the window.

A row of green poplar trees flew in front of the sight.

Don't look at the old woman so old, but compared to Ying Sitong, she is young.

Ying Sitong is over 1800 years old.

This is unimaginable to ordinary people.

A mist condensed in Xia Yuan's eyes.

It was hard for him to imagine what it would be like if people could really live forever.

And he is only a few hundred cc of blood true blood away from immortality.

If he wants to, he can become a new Bloodline.

But he was terrified of time.

Countless reincarnations of history.

What stays, what loses.

What is true and what is a lie?

......

"Young man, the festival is changing. ”

It's still the old woman from before, and this time she has a direct conversation with him.

"What?" Xia Yuan was at a loss.

"Your eye drop rope is distressing. The old man flattened his mouth, and tears flashed in the corners of his eyes, "When my wife died, I was like this."

This is called love! This is called the taste of longing!"

The old man paused word by word and said categorically.

"Milk, you're mistaken. ”

Xia Yuan felt a little headache.

Ying Sitong?

Will I miss her?

"I'm really not, I'm afraid she's too late, how can I love her?"

"Hey, hey. The old man smiled sadly, "Isn't it embarrassing, otherwise why would you mention the word [she]?"

“......”

The old man raised his face full of traces of time and said proudly, "Tang Xianzu wrote in the Peony Pavilion, [I don't know what to do, go deep].

If only the feelings could be explained.

My wife and I were in an arranged marriage, and I didn't like him either.

But after he passed away, he realized that this heart was empty, and he had to find something to fill it. ”

", it's really not ......"

"Young man, I see that you have clear eyebrows and a good future, there is no need to fall into the pain of thinking about Aiyin and can't extricate yourself, you can ...... it"

"Old man, she's still alive!"

Xia Yuan hurriedly gaged her mouth, otherwise it would be endless.

"I'm just going back to see my wife. ”

......

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