"Card ......" Zhou Nieqi's words are a little dumb, which is a little different from the usual vigorous and resolute strong woman style. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

She was already in the camera, and saw the middle-aged group actor with poor acting skills, and suddenly turned his side face.

The rough and even slightly wrinkled face, the original angry and reckless deliberate expression, suddenly imprinted a trace of nostalgia and favor, and the harlequin, who was originally not worth mentioning, had a little more confusion and stunned pity in his cloudy eyes.

Zhou Nieqi couldn't help but shout the card, as a director, when she subconsciously saw such a picture, she felt that this scene had come to a happy end.

I want the final picture of the plot to stay on such an intriguing change.

Zhou Nieqi bent the index finger of his right hand and wiped the palm of his left hand.

Her gaze passed through the side face of the group performer, and then fell on the little face of the Peugeot that was so red and swollen that she couldn't help but fly to the new script this time.

What if the supporting actress in the play, the graceful but short-lived courtesan, who finally disappeared into a jade loss, let her play it?

The eyebrows are frowning, the water eyes seem to tell a story softly, and there is a faint purity hidden in the bewitching face, but in the retrospective eyes, it seems to have gone through the wind and dust......

Zhou Nieqi pursed her lips, and suddenly felt that the rookie actors in the crew who were stuffed in by investors yesterday were quite unpleasant.

"Director, how did I, how did I act?" The man who played with Lin Rong reacted from Lin Rong's delicate eyes after five or six seconds, and hurriedly threw her off the ground and trotted over to Zhou Nieqi, "Director Chen said this morning that if I play well, I will add drama in the next two days!"

Zhou Nieqi almost didn't roll her eyes, and pulled down her face on the spot.

Idiot, just turned his back to block the camera, and his face only showed one side at the end, and the action of slapping just now was simply a one-sided vent!

So many people watched it, and they all knew that she deliberately tortured Lin Yourong, so stupid to death!

"Okay, you go back and wait for news, don't waste Director Zhou's time here!" Assistant Chen immediately noticed Zhou Nieqi's unhappy face and stood up.

The stout man's face stiffened, a trace of suppressed anger flashed in his eyes, and then he didn't say anything, turned around and nodded and squeezed a smile, "Yes, yes, don't dare to delay Director Zhou's shooting, I'll get out of here." ”

The people who mix in this film and television base, who offend, dare not break ground on the casting director. For them, even if it is a little assistant to the casting director on the set, it is the emperor Lao Tzu to be held.

Before this man rolled away, he didn't forget to take another look at Lin Rong, who was still half-lying on the ground, and he couldn't help but feel a little more nostalgic and intoxicated on his face, and stretched out the hand that had just slapped her and put it under his nose to sniff, which was really indescribably obscene and vulgar.

However, even if he was vulgar, he gave Lin Rong a reluctant look on the ground.

And the melon-eating audience who had just watched on the set all looked away, as if the intolerance and pity that appeared on their faces just now were all a passing glance.

Lin Rong fell to the ground with half of her body and her black hair scattered, and her jet-black and silky hair was like a waterfall, covering her somewhat attractive pupils the moment she lowered her head.

The right cheek of her being hit was high and swollen, and half of the bright palm print was red, lining her other cheek as white as if it had been condensed for thousands of years.

The tattered and thin clothes on his body, there is a crack on the back that has been torn by someone for unknown, faintly revealing the white and smooth skin and the straight and smooth curve inside. The rough fabric pants were a little short on her, and the ankles were completely exposed.

After Zhou Nieqi shouted the card, no one stood up to help her up from the ground.

Most of the people on the set were staff, as well as the actors and assistants of the crew.

Many of these people, Lin Rong had no impression, but she still saw indifference on their faces.

She struggled before she staggered to her feet, holding her right hand.

There was a large abrasion on the forearm of his right hand that was exposed, and the striking wound was oozing blood beads outward.

Lin Rong sniffed, the cold air of early winter did not let go of this open-air crew, she was very glad that the temperature of freezing people at the beginning had now made her body feel numb.

Because the skin and blood seem to be frozen and coagulated, the pain in the body is not so severe, and you can continue to complete the rest of the action with your head held high.

Can't lose the face of the vase!

Lin Rong seemed to be enchanted in his heart, only this thought was left, and he didn't know where the driving force came from, as if he was born with a mission.

Next to the camera, there was sparse applause, and then Lin Rong heard the voice of the little assistant surnamed Chen just now.

"Thank you Miss Lin, the scene of being beaten is so well and realistic, it's really immersive!"

The voice was mixed with the whistling north wind, an indescribable stinging.

Lin Rong stopped his aching ankles, bent his right hand unnaturally in front of him, stretched out his left hand and gently smoothed the black hair that floated in the wind behind his ears, and swirled his body slightly, and his watery eyes circled around her, and finally slowly settled on Zhou Nieqi.

There was no delicacy or grievance in that look, but a faint light soaked in longing and struggling.

On the huge set, the audience who eats melons is already ready to disperse.

When the little assistant wanted to insert a sentence or two of sarcasm, Lin Rong had already turned around and walked into the crowd with great difficulty.

Her waist-length black hair gently swayed in the wind, covering the shabby and unbearable upper body of her body, and lining the ankles under the feet of her two empty trousers became more and more snow-white.

The camera has been on, and at this moment, only Zhou Nieqi, who is clenching her fists and staring at this back, knows that her performance has never ended, and it is still going on.

does not end with the director's shouting to stop, does not end with the audience's indifference, she stubbornly never stops her performance!

The back of the far away in the camera frame is getting smaller and smaller, but it is also more and more eye-catching.

Just like the last glance that looked at this side before leaving, it seemed like another beginning to be continued.

Some people can be defeated.

But where they fell, they will get back up again and set off again.

Lin Rong, who habitually completed the YY plot brain supplement and was very satisfied with his final finishing touch, stood in the crowd, holding his arm that was numb with pain, and finally removed all the expressions on his face, grinning hard and taking a breath of cold air.

Damn, it hurts my mother!