Sang Apple felt that he had seen it wrong, so he rubbed his eyes and found that the little man was still on Qiao Ziqian, and he dragged Qiao Ziqian very hard and didn't want to come down, looking strange and pitiful.

Sang Apple looked at the two of them, one big and one small, nervously, for fear that Qiao Ziqian would be affected by him.

However, Qiao Ziqian didn't seem to notice the existence of the villain, calmly and seriously acting in his own play, the villain was very hard to grab on his hairband, and wanted to climb up, but the wind was strong, and Qiao Ziqian was moving, so he could only hold the hairband hard.

I can see that Sang Apple is a little pitiful for that little man.

"Born in this deep wall, you are destined to this fate that cannot be avoided......"

Qiao Ziqian's voice came faintly in the distance, and it came into his ears, with a trace of resentment and helplessness, mixed with not too obvious ambition.

is obviously a young and vigorous young man, but he is like a white crane old man who has gone through the world.

Director Chen nodded with satisfaction.

Sang Apple's gaze was tightly locked on the little man, which ...... It's just too dramatic.

The little man was blown to the side by the wind, and the mulberry apple looked to the side.

Qiao Ziqian happened to catch a glimpse of Sang Apple looking at her, and the ancestor was very satisfied with her expression.

A scene is basically filmed without NG, which is really a miracle for Qiao Ziqian, who is new to the big screen.

The crew was impressed by Qiao Ziqian and felt that this newcomer was not simple.

But knowing what kind of person Qiao Ziqian is, Sang Apple said from his heart that this is completely his true colors.

In life, he was originally a calm ancestor who didn't talk much, after all, he had lived for thousands of years......

After waiting for Qiao Ziqian to come over, Sang Apple found that the little man had disappeared, and she was a little puzzled, feeling a little similar to the little man she saw a few days ago.

Watching the mulberry apple flip over and over on herself, Qiao Ziqian reached out and flicked her forehead.

"What are you looking for?"

Sang Apple touched his forehead, waved his hand, and said, "It's nothing, it's nothing." ”

After the day's filming, it was directly at nine o'clock in the evening, the crew finished work, Qiao Ziqian and Sang Apple went home together, because the distance was not too far, they could get up early the next morning in time.

Brother Yu said that the boss sent a car, and he would come here tomorrow to pick them up.

After going home, Sang Apple was tired, running up and down all day, she admired Qiao Ziqian very much that she would not be tired at all.

Mulberry Apple collapsed on the sofa tiredly, closed his eyes and recuperated himself, and the little lightning bolt slipped out of the computer, came to Sang Apple's face, and reached out to block Sang Apple's nostrils......

Sang Apple felt that it was difficult to breathe, and when she opened her eyes, she saw a small lightning bolt with a successful face in front of her.

Sang Apple slapped it and slapped it empty.

Little Lightning sat on the head of the sofa with a smile, and looked at the mulberry apple with Xiao Erlang's legs crossed.

Sang Apple frowned: "What are you doing?"

"Briefly," said the little lightning bolt, sticking out his tongue and dissatisfied, "you didn't take me away when you went out today!"

"Big brother," Sang Apple straightened up, rubbed his sore shoulders, and said, "You can't live without a computer all day now, I can't move a computer over, right?"

Little Lightning frowned, and a pair of golden eyes looked pure and flawless: "Hmph! I'm angry!"

Sang Apple was very helpless.

I simply didn't want to pay attention to him, leaned on the sofa and closed my eyes to recuperate, I was always tired these days, and I felt that I was always dreaming in a daze, and I knew that the dream was not very good, but I would forget what the dream was when I woke up.

This strange dream always made her feel uneasy.

There are even times when there is a state of ghost pressing the bed, and Sang Apple is stunned, I really wonder if there is a ghost pressing bed.

So the family became the first target of locking, and was chased and beaten by Mulberry Apple with a broom every day.

Crying and shouting, Qiao Ziqian was very helpless.

Sang Apple was also very tired today, so he went straight to bed and went to sleep.

Not long after I fell asleep, I began to have nightmares again.

In the dream, layers of gray fog surrounded the mulberry apples, she felt very cold, she couldn't see anything clearly, and the flickering eyes around her looked a little oozing.

Mulberry Apple walked forward unconsciously, but found himself walking around his house.

"Why am I on the edge of my house?"

Sang Apple grumbled as she walked forward.

"It's cold, it's almost winter. ”

In front of her stood an old lady in a white cotton jacket, babbling and reading.

Sang Apple stepped forward suspiciously and asked, "Excuse me, you-"

Before she finished asking, Sang Apple saw her turn her head, this was a real turning of her head, her body didn't move in place, her head turned directly to the back, staring at Sang Apple.

Those empty eyes, as if they had dried up for a long time, had long since disappeared.

The hair on the back of the mulberry apple turned around and left, but I didn't expect that face to suddenly appear in front of me, I couldn't get rid of it, and I could see it clearly.

Sang Apple wanted to move, but couldn't move, wanted to speak, couldn't speak, couldn't even close his eyes.

It was as if he was being pressed face to face, and his eyes were forcibly broken.

Sang Apple was depressed in his heart, what the hell is pressing the bed at this time-

After struggling, Sang Apple finally woke up from his sleep, and when he woke up, he saw three people with blurred faces around his bed, and when he looked closely, it turned out to be the three ghosts.

When they saw the mulberry apple wake up, they smiled at it.

Mulberry Apple's back was cold, and he got up from the bed with a "rub", picked up the stick on the side of the bed and picked it up.

Ghost A hugged his head and shouted, "What are you doing! Wake up and hit someone!"

Ghost B: "Help—"

Ghost C is running in all directions.

"You three damn it, scare me every day!

Sang Apple shouted fiercely, and while chasing, he chased directly out of the door.

The ghost jumped around with his head in his hands and shouted in the deserted street.

After running for a while, Sang Apple felt a cold and tingling pain in the soles of her feet, and then she realized that she was not wearing shoes.

Sang Apple sighed and looked around, the ghost was long gone, she sighed, and walked back on the cold road.

Sang Apple looked left and right as she walked, how could this feel a little eerie.

"Phew, I'm going home soon. ”

Sang Apple touched his arm and walked forward quickly.

At this moment, Sang Apple saw someone standing there in front of him, wearing a white cotton jacket, looking like an old man.

Sang Apple was scared in her heart, and she felt similar to her dream tonight.

She didn't dare to go forward, but this was the way home, and she had to go forward again.

Sang Apple was terrified.

She walked to the side with her eyes half-open and half-closed, her heart beating suddenly.

Just as she walked in, the old woman suddenly turned her head and looked at the mulberry apple.

Mulberry Apple's back was cold, and he looked over quietly, and saw the strange and eyeless old woman staring at him.

It's exactly like a dream!

She tightened her grip on her stick and hurried on, only to accidentally bump into the man.

The man stood beside Sang Apple, and he didn't speak, just looked at her, and Sang Apple felt very infiltrated, and his body was trembling.

"Excuse me!"

Sang Apple rushed back with a stick in horror, closed his eyes and didn't dare to look at the road, and bumped into someone again.

"Help......

Sang Apple wanted to shout for help, but the voice was faint.

She closed her eyes tightly, trying to push the person in front of her away, but she couldn't.

"Open your eyes, it's me. ”

A familiar and steady voice sounded in her ears, and Sang Apple realized that the tip of her nose was stained with a faint fragrance.

Sang Apple grabbed the clothes on the chest of the person in front of him, opened his eyes carefully, and saw the person in front of him clearly.

Qiao Ziqian was looking at her worriedly.

"Woo-Ancestor-"

Sang Apple wiped his snot and tears on him, hugged him tightly with both hands, and the stick in his hand naturally fell, and as a result, it hit Qiao Ziqian's foot.

Qiao Ziqian frowned, felt a pain in the instep, looked down, and saw a stick on the side, and then Mulberry Apple's bare feet that were frozen red.

Qiao Ziqian sighed, reached out and patted her shoulder gently, and said, "Come here, I'll carry you." In the middle of the night, who let you run barefoot. ”

Lying behind Qiao Ziqian, Sang Apple said resentfully: "It's not those three bad ghosts, they have nothing to sit in front of my bed in the middle of the night! I was angry and frightened." ”

"Okay, well, I'll teach them a lesson when I go back. ”

Qiao Ziqian comforted and walked back.

Sang Apple nodded and said, "Of course, you must clean them up! ”

On the other side of the road, there stood a strange man, with strange hair on his body, who looked like a person who had been magnified twice as much, his eyes were almost invisible, and he quietly hid behind a tree, looking at Qiao Ziqian and Mulberry Apple.

Qiao Ziqian unintentionally looked back, saw something standing there, and found that after Qiao Ziqian looked at him, he quietly disappeared.

After returning home, the ghosts sat down in front of Sang Apple, bowing their heads, like children who had done something wrong, waiting for Sang Apple to teach him a lesson.

Mulberry Apple's foot was injured, and it was cut by a stone, which didn't look too serious, but it still hurt to walk.

Qiao Ziqian sat aside and gently medicated her.

Sang Apple looked at the three poor men, and didn't say anything, just warned them not to enter the room in the future.

The ghost left happily.

What a ghost life!

"Ouch, it hurts a little. ”

Sang Apple's toes were clenched, and a wound on the sole of his foot was a little long, a little deep, and it was very painful.

"Hmm. ”

Qiao Ziqian hummed softly, and then moved more gently.

Sang Apple tilted her head and looked at Qiao Ziqian seriously medicating her, the original half-length hair was cut off by Qiao Ziqian, and she changed back to the original spotless and clean hairstyle.

Sang Apple grinned and said, "Your personality is actually quite good except for cleanliness." ”

Qiao Ziqian raised his eyes and glanced at her, smiled slightly, and said, "Hmm." ”

Seeing this smiling face like a spring breeze, Sang Apple suddenly retracted his feet, stepped forward, and when Qiao Ziqian didn't react, he reached out and held his face, letting Qiao Ziqian look directly at him.

Sang Apple looked at Qiao Ziqian's face and sighed.

"Look at your face, a natural male protagonist. Sang Apple touched and pinched, and said, "How good would it be if you became popular with this shot? I can show off at that time, this big star has also washed my feet, hahaha......"

Qiao Ziqian looked at the mulberry apple in front of him with soft eyes, and after a while, he said, "...... Have you washed your hands?"

The mulberry apple that was rounding and pinching Qiao Ziqian's face: "Hmm...... Nope!"

Qiao Ziqian pulled her hand off, wiped the ointment on her hand, and said, "Go to sleep, you have to get up early tomorrow." ”

Sang Apple pouted: "Hey, why are you so clean?"

After saying that, he limped back to the room with his shoes on and closed the door.

Qiao Ziqian sat alone in the living room, looking at the lid of the ointment that was still open, and after covering the lid, he held it in his hand, slightly stunned.

Thinking of the hands pinching his face just now, there was no trace of disgust in his heart, Qiao Ziqian smiled and sighed,

"That's what I said......"

The night was deep, the clouds obscured the full moon, and the birds standing in the trees closed their eyes and were silent, and there was peace and quiet.

Sang Apple lay on the bed with his eyes open and couldn't sleep.

What I was thinking about was not a nightmare, but Qiao Ziqian's face just now.

Too gentle, so gentle that it was like an illusion, and Sang Apple fiddled with her fingers uneasily.

Sang Apple rolled over and closed his eyes and chattered.

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