As soon as he heard that, he went crazy. The facial features were twisted together, the horn of the humiliated counterattack was exuberant and excited, and the baby-like screams were non-stop.

The next scene is a natural interpretation of the martial arts script, with Qiang Qiang Qiang Lang throwing things at him, and being flexibly dodged by Yizhen.

He chased and struck like a windmill, his two fists slamming into a thunderous thunder, his arms connected to fists, and iron bars chasing after him.

Accidentally hit Wanyin halfway, as if playing a rubber band. With a scream, the boiling suddenly stopped.

It's really gray and slippery. When I got home, I hid in a small dark room and kept silent, for fear of being held accountable.

Wanyin was smashed on the head by a prop, and it was easy to get a chance to moan without illness, and she cried with Night Ember on the phone.

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"You've done a good job!" "Ember patted the bedroom door, "Come out!"

It's really silent.

"Yizhen?" Night Ember patted the door again: "Don't pretend you're not there, hurry up and open the door!"

Yizhen had to pretend that he was dreaming, and in the end he was ruthlessly pulled out of the cabinet.

"Why are you in trouble again?" said Nightash, stingy, "Are you hurt?"

"Nope. "I really bowed my head.

"Alright, alright. Ember said, "It's not your fault. ”

"So what now?" asked Yizhen.

"It's the person he beats, and he changes the director. Night Ember didn't blink: "You have to go to the hospital to see Wanyin." ”

I really didn't expect Wanyin's backstage to be so tough. It's too domineering, just change the director.

Thinking about the way she was beaten and her head was bleeding, Yizhen was still happy to visit her in the hospital.

Wanyin thought that it was really a heinous crime, and her cousin would not condone it. Unexpectedly, now she is standing quietly next to him, hiding a traitor.

Yizhen smiled and apologized to her: "I'm sorry to cause you such trouble and trouble." ”

Wanyin was very reluctant to forgive her, but she had no choice but to laugh aggrievedly: "Sister Yizhen, you are too impulsive, and the director's lectures are the norm." Why can't you help it?"

"Why endure it?" "Night Ember immediately looked like a protective look again: "What she did was right, is it wrong to speak up for herself?"

The corners of Wanyin's mouth twitched, and it was inconvenient to say anything more.

This director was personally chosen by Young Master Ye, and there is no suspicion of being a double agent.

Yizhen didn't get any stimulation on the scene anymore, and it was normal to occasionally send out boxed lunches.

The first time I was on camera, I was still a little nervous, although I didn't have a face. The actor's hands are rougher than hers, so he has to apply some makeup to his fingers.

The heroine and heroine meet in an old Moulin Rouge in France. With the classic opening line, "What a beautiful life, please watch the cancan!"

Then the black boots appeared.

Sitting at a small round table, the pastel flies on the napkin to outline the posture of the dancer. Yizhen also specially interviewed the young master of the night for the male perspective of his understanding of charm and enchantment.

"It's not you anyway. Ember gestured with his finger to a picture frame: "Straight stick." Yizhen rolled his eyes, thinking that it was in vain to ask.

Similar to the tiled line depiction of ukiyo-e, the brushstrokes are natural and graceful, adding one point is too fat, and subtracting one point is too thin.

Yizhen's performance in front of the camera is sketchy. Wanyin took the painting and looked at it, but she was very dissatisfied with it, and felt that she was really deliberately ugly herself.

"The audience doesn't think so. She said, "You can't paint Lautcre's verve at all, and the audience will only think that we have hired an amateur painter." ”

"It's Lautrec. "It's true.

Wanyin quickly rolled her eyes and revealed: "You can completely beautify me." ”

"But that's what the art instructor told me. Yizhen shook his shoulders, "I'm also helpless." ”

That night, the young master came to inspect, and Wanyin took the opportunity to complain, but in a flirtatious voice that she was good at: "Cousin, can you let Sister Yizhen draw me better." ”

Ember took the painting, his expression a little distorted: "How did you draw it like a cow?" and laughed very unceremoniously.

"Why do you paint people like this? "The night embers are also really slanted.

"Who used power for personal gain?" Yizhen ran out with the information, flipped it to the night embers one by one, and said aggrievedly: "This is what people's painting skills look like." The idol of this male protagonist is Lautrec, who does not pursue realism and beauty. It is not the Madonna of the Italian painter Andrea de Chateau, which is more beautiful than Raphael's. ”

"A true idol doesn't need clay feet. ”

Yizhen added: "Unless you don't even have confidence in yourself. The audience is also dissatisfied with me, what impact does it have on you?"

It's just hypocritical.

Night Ember never got involved in this little thing between women, and simply came to pick up his little girl home.

Wanyin couldn't stand his indifferent attitude, her cry seemed to fall into an empty valley, and she could only hear her own echo. It's even more funny and ridiculous than self-inflicted affection.

But on the way home, Ye Ember grabbed Yizhen's face and began to settle accounts: "You always have so many reasons. ”

"What's wrong with me? I'm driven by duty. ”

The true face does not change color and the heart does not beat. Whoever admits it is naïve.

"Look at the one who is fair and strict to you, go back and paint yourself in the mirror. ”

"I can't be ugly. Immediately changed his words: "I want to be beautiful all the time." ”

Nightshade smiled and didn't speak. I really don't believe that he doesn't have a little Jiujiu in his heart.

"Young master, let's go eat out. Yizhen panicked and took out a bottle of apricot jam from his bag, "I heard that on rainy days, apricot jam and pork chop rice go well together." ”

"You dare to eat out. ”

Nightash glanced at her: "I was about to talk about this, you are not allowed to eat out in the future, you go home to eat every day." ”

"Why? Yizhen was immediately a little unhappy.

Night Ember stiffened with one hand and pushed her face up: "Give the master a smile." ”

"I'm going to eat pork chop rice. ”

"Eat the fart, you. ”

"I'm going to eat pork chop rice. ”

"Recently, I had pneumonia and dared to eat blindly. ”

He clasped her chin with his hand and forbade her to speak: "Sickness comes from the mouth." You will be the key protection object of our family in the future. Try to stay in your little dark room in the future,"

"Why? I want to go out and eat cute, so much fun. I really don't think so.

"Why?" his eyes were straight apart, and suddenly they were crumbling together: "A little sick hanger still wants to go out and jump, when will you be happy when you come back from a disease? ”

With a decisive voice, she was thrown onto the board in an instant.

"But isn't it still undecided?" Yizhen asked with an aggrieved face.

"Maybe one day it's going to be made public. Do you know the inside information?"

Ember explained with great pain, and this man was able to piece together a standard expository text that was reasonable and well-founded.

It really sounds like playing the harp to a cow, she is a cow.

"I'm going to eat pork chop rice. She said.