In the magnificent ancient house, there are carved beams and painted pillars everywhere, the screen is painted with the good of the country, the tables and chairs are carved with dragons and phoenixes, even if it is a teacup and wine cup, it is also exquisite.

At first glance, you can see that it is a big family.

However, these objects, which are as beautiful as works of art, are now spilled with blood.

The floor, which had to be scrubbed several times a day, was already full of corpses.

The maids of the family, all of them are not blind, the young master and the young lady, all of them are miserable, and even the pupils that have begun to dilate are full of fear,

In the ancestral hall not far away, there is a statue of Buddha, tall and solemn, and brilliant.

However, the tributes under the Buddha statue have all been overturned, the ashes of the incense burner are fluttering, the fruit preserves, the incense and red candles are all scattered on the ground, mixed with the corpses of the terrible death, a mess.

There was only one table of eight immortals left, crumbling.

The corpses in front of the Buddha statue are all over the field, full of irony.

Smiling and receiving incense, and then smiling to see people in distress, he has never helped the world to save the people, but he is respected by the world as a Buddha.

The world is dead silent.

I don't know how long it took, a light green petite figure trembled and moved out from under the table of the Eight Immortals, little by little.

Silk bird long skirt, pearl and jade carved headdress, bronzing phoenix pattern waist, a luxurious body, wrapped in a delicate body, willow eyebrows trembling slightly, peach blossom eyes with tears, skin like condensation, red lips like blood, I see pity.

It turned out to be a beautiful woman.

The woman struggled to get up and looked around helplessly, her talking eyes full of fear, confusion, and confusion.

She walked like a walking corpse, searching for something in the sea of corpses and blood, and finally, stopped in front of a corpse in a blue robe, her legs weakened, and she fell to her knees.

"Daddy... Wake up..."

The woman's tone was soft, as if she was afraid of disturbing her dreams.

However, the corpse must have been motionless.

"Dad, wake up..."

The woman pushed the corpse and pleaded.

Still no response.

Tears finally burst out like a downpour.

The woman cried silently and was overwhelmed with grief.

"Daddy... Daddy!!ahhhhh

The woman screamed weakly, gasping for air with difficulty, and finally her eyes gradually lost their brightness...

"Bang!"

There was a muffled sound.

The woman had fainted and fell to the ground.

After a while, a sentence suddenly sounded in the ancient mansion.

"OK, click!

As soon as this sentence landed, it seemed that the TV switch was turned on, and in an instant, there were wailing and moaning all over the place, and the dead maids, housekeepers, and young ladies all got up from the ground, grinning and rubbing their shoulders, neck, waist and thighs.

Another buddy in a lady's outfit took out two apples on his chest and ate them, moving his body as he ate.

At the same time, many people cast grateful glances at Jessica in green.

They had all been smashed before, and they had to lie motionless on the ground full of slimy plasma and pretend to be corpses, which was really uncomfortable, and the actors were able to pass through it all by one, which reduced a lot of their pain.

Jessica also got up from the ground, panting and sniffing uncomfortably, snorting, trying to wipe her tears with the back of her hand, but she was afraid that her makeup would be smeared, so she could only tilt her head slightly and let the tears become a river.

Although she was crying, she was still very happy that she could pass the first scene.

And she, like the other ensembles, is happy that she doesn't have to lie on the ground full of slimy plasma anymore.

However, they rejoiced too soon.

Before even the body could stretch out, the director suddenly said again: "All the people lie back, it's not over yet!" Jessica, please return to her position, change the acting method and come back a few times, I have to choose." ”

The crowd was slightly fried.

"Isn't it?

"Didn't you pass? Jessica played it very well!"

"It's not polite, it's really good, why do you want to repeat it!"

Everyone's faces collapsed and they complained.

But the complaints were all whispered complaints, and after the complaints, they all lay down again in a cowardice.

On the set, it's really the director who is too big to be over.

The buddy who ate the apple was a little embarrassed, and stuffed the half-eaten apple back into his chest, which was big and small...

Jessica tilted her head and shouted, "It's a flower, director, do I want to touch up my makeup?"

The director shouted: "No need, let it spend!"

When Jessica heard this, she immediately rubbed her cheek or twice with the back of her hand, and her tears and makeup were mixed together, and the makeup was spent, and she looked very embarrassed.

Finally relieved of the itch, Jessica's whole body relaxed, turned around and walked with her head to the sky in the posture of a figure-eight soldier without any image, and returned to the table of the eight immortals.

Everything is back to the way it was.

Seeing this, the director immediately took the megaphone and shouted, "Ready!"

A new round of filming has begun again.

The hall during filming, behind which is a courtyard, is where the crew's logistics team is located, and where the actors are on standby.

Han Jian and Luoyang are waiting here.

However, they were not resting, but under the leadership of an old man, they rehearsed martial arts scenes with a group of martial artists, who were divided into two batches, one group wore coarse linen clothes, and they were sloppy and sloppy, and the other group ... Wearing green tights...

The old man's name is Chen Hansheng, he is a martial arts instructor, he is lean and shriveled, but he is full of energy and looks very energetic.

Han Qiao, who he instructed first, sat at a table of eight immortals, and said while gesturing in his hand: "You are drinking tea here, and a few of them will come to provoke you later, you kick the stool next to you first, and the stool trips a... You, that's you, trip you, come here. ”

Chen Hansheng pointed to a young man and beckoned, the young man immediately trotted over and lay down on the ground, and then Chen Hansheng stood up, raised his feet, and put it on his head, and then said to Han Yan: "You just step on his head like this, be careful not to step on it too much, and then put on a cool posture, he will struggle, don't panic and then step on it again, he just pretends to struggle, you are just calm, and it is useless for him to struggle after it..."

Chen Hansheng was still explaining, and Luoyang next to him looked at Xiao Wuxing lying on the ground, feeling a little sympathetic.

Now it's a false step, and when it's time to film later, Han Yan will really step on it.

Being stepped on by someone and struggling...

"Ah, got it. After listening to the explanation, Han Jian was not too moved, nor did he pay special attention to martial arts, but just nodded and expressed his understanding.

Chen Hansheng nodded immediately, and then continued to the next step: "The little gangster will say hey, this girl is quite fierce, and then rush up and make random gestures, you will kick one away, and..."

Han Jian looked very seriously, and while listening, he followed Chen Hansheng.

Luoyang looked at Han Qiao, a little surprised, Han Qiao has always been kind-hearted, he thought that she would definitely say something to Wu Xing.

But she didn't, taking everything for granted.

Chen Hansheng quickly finished speaking, and asked Han Jian to start rehearsing, Han Jian also learned quickly, almost rehearsed three times, and was already able to come down smoothly.

"Rest for a while, and then go to Luoyang's role. Chen Hansheng was a little panting, clapped his hands, and signaled to rest, so a group of people dispersed, should drink water, what should they do.

Han Yan also found a place to sit down, didn't care about getting dirty, and then carefully wiped his sweat to avoid spending makeup.

Heroes don't sweat for half a day of high-intensity exercise, what they want is chic and elegant, if they sweat profusely, it will be too low.

In Luoyang's heart, he had been thinking about the martial arts, and when he saw that Han Qiao was resting, he leaned over and sat beside her.

"Oh, don't be so close, there's someone here!" Han Jian said to him in a low voice.

Luo Yang sat away with a smile, and then asked directly: "That brother who will be trampled under your feet later... Do we want to express a little gratitude? After all, it is a little pitiful to be trampled on the head. ”

"Pitiful?sympathy?" Han Qiao looked at Luoyang with a smile and said: "Eh, people have hands and feet, they make money with their own efforts, and they can eat with peace of mind, you can admire him and respect him, there is nothing wrong with this, but what is it if you sympathize with him? What position have you put yourself?"

Luoyang's heart was shocked, and he suddenly felt very ashamed.

Han Yan patted him on the shoulder: "People are used to it, they may think it's nothing, if you have to shout at others, look like pity for others, then the sense of superiority is too strong, if you don't know that people have a mustard in their hearts, you will become a fake kindness, it is better to pretend not to see it, so as not to hurt people's self-esteem for no reason." ”

Han - Life Coach - Emotional Intelligence - Snow.

Luoyang's reverent eyes seemed to be looking at a superstar.

You are electricity, you are light, you are the only myth.

Han Jiaojiao bit her lip shyly and glanced at him angrily, and Luoyang ate it with a grin.

It is a matter of pride to earn money to support your family with your own hands.

Smiling and smiling, Luo Yang suddenly thought of something. Turning his head and asking Han Qiao again: "Zhu'er, if I win the lottery one day and win tens of billions, and then sit and wait for death, what will you think of me?"

"Poof... Hahaha..."

Han Yan laughed like crazy, buried his head in the crook of his arm and twitched: "You're still ... Still ... Hahaha... Thinking of you... Those tens of billions of dreams, haha..."

Luoyang pushed her angrily: "I'm very serious, if you do this again, you won't be my superstar." ”

"Who wants to be your superstar, shameless. Han Yan complained about him, and then tried to hold back a smile, pretending to be serious: "Well, with tens of billions, you should be very happy, right? Well... I didn't look at it much.,I'm very lucky.,If your ideal in life is to eat and wait for death.,That's a dream come true.,I might think you're really boring.,But don't worry.,I... Hmm..."

Han Qiao suddenly stopped talking, Luoyang listened carefully, and immediately leaned over and asked, "What?"

Han Qiao smiled: "Whether you are interesting or boring, I will like you." ”

"Knock~"

Luoyang seemed to hear the sound of stones falling to the ground in his heart.

He turned around, didn't look at Han Yan, and looked like a serious person who didn't talk to you.

Then suddenly he burst out laughing.

"Hey, hey, hey..."

"Wow, you're so lewd! Don't laugh like that!"