"Little witch, you're ready to play."

Zhang Jiran's roar resounded in the crew, and everyone who heard it covered their mouths and snickered, and checked their makeup in front of the mirror with a flushed face, since he accidentally said the truth that day, Director Zhang unceremoniously gave her the title of Little Witch.

In the name of working under the devil, she is naturally a witch.

However, this title also made the crew understand that Director Zhang does like this newcomer very much, not only usually jokes with her casually, but also adds more and more to her role, originally Fenghua's role is only to appear after the actor enters the Qinglou, slowly transforming him from a wooden scholar to a merry boy who loves to linger in the flowers.

But Zhang Jiran arranged Fenghua as a more important supporting role, she slowly fell in love with the male protagonist in the play, so that she later died for him, and it was precisely because of the death of Oiran that the male protagonist began to be disheartened, and since then the game has made the protagonist's image fuller.

In the face of Director Zhang's favoritism, Fenghua is indeed very competitive, almost all the scenes are passed by one, so that those who are originally a little jealous have nothing to say, when you have enough strength, this world will eventually bow its head.

Today is her last scene, and after it is over, Fenghua will completely receive the bento.

"Pay attention when you die, you must face the camera, let's fight for it once." The actor reminded with a smile that after getting along these days, the two have become quite tacit.

"Are you afraid of getting hurt a few more times?"

Fenghua sneered, meaning something, according to the script, after the death of the Oiran, the male protagonist cut the ring finger and dripped the blood on the Oiran's face little by little, so as to make it clear, because it was necessary to shoot close-up, there was no way to use props, so it could only be really cut.

"yes, you little witch, don't deliberately make a mistake in order to trick me."

The actor laughed and joked, hearing this title, Fenghua couldn't help but pout, there was a childlike cuteness, which made the people around him laugh.

"Hurry up, hurry up, get ready to shoot." The director always wants to be the one who spoils the atmosphere, and everyone obeys the order and hurries back to their respective jobs.

"Act 310, Death, Action."

Fenghua is dressed in red, shuttling through the trees in embarrassment, and the male protagonist is wearing a sword, showing that he is not as weak as he looks.

The two of them ran desperately in the forest, as if there was some flood beast behind them, Fenghua tripped over the branches on the ground from time to time, the male protagonist was supported by anxiety and heartache, and in the shot, the neck of the beautiful white jade has been scratched with a lot of scars.

"Hmph, where else do you want to run?"

A sneer sounded like thunder, and a group of black-clothed people descended from the sky, all holding swords with their mouths and noses covered, standing in front of the two, faintly encircling them.

"Why do you press the two of me tightly, come out to make trouble on my wedding day, and even more so affect my beloved wife."

The male protagonist stands in front of Fenghua with a righteous body, although it is a down-and-out season, he has a heroic pride.

The man in black who took the lead was urgent, and what the long sword pointed at was the direction of the male protagonist, "Beloved wife, hehe, the popular Oiran of Chunyue Tower, when did you become your wife, a good pair of dog men and women." ”

"Shut up, you're not allowed to insult Xiaowan."

The enraged male protagonist drew his sword and rushed forward fearlessly, the silver sword was panicked, and the leader of the man in black was entangled, the latter naturally did not have the heroic demeanor of fighting alone, and there was a roar in his mouth, all the men in black drew their swords towards the hero, although the male protagonist was vigorous, but his fists were invincible to four hands, and it was obvious that he fell into the downwind, Fenghua bit his lower lip to death, and the trembling of his body could not be stopped no matter what.

"Breeze."

A mournful wail sounded, Fenghua seemed to be a dying butterfly, her delicate cheeks were not half bloody, her face was pale and scary, compared with the big red wedding dress, it looked more and more poignant, and in the jingling sword strike, the Oiran leaned on the trunk of the tree, sliding down little by little, and even the strength to support the body was withdrawn, which made people think of the precarious situation of the male protagonist at the moment.

"Xiaowan, you wait for me." Before the actor's voice fell, the other party's leader had already ushered in a sword from outside the sky, and he couldn't avoid it, and after the sound of flesh and blood, blood had gushed out of his arm.

"Breeze."

Fenghua screamed again, the sound seemed to float, sharp but ethereal, it almost crumpled people's hearts and buried them in the soil.

The man in black also had a meal in his hand after hearing it, and the actor took the opportunity to show his might, and with a sweep of the long sword, many minions were swept to the ground, and in the blink of an eye, only the leader of the man in black and the deadly scholar were fighting together.

After the two of them exchanged a few tricks, the actor's arms became weaker and weaker, blood gushed like a spring, and the dizziness in his mind made him unable to stand steadily.

"Suffer death." With his trademark sneer, the leader's sword is fierce and thunderous, stabbing the hero in the heart when he is weak, and the latter is already closing his eyes and ready to accept his fate.

has not yet experienced the sharpness of death, but the delicate body rushed towards the male protagonist, the leader couldn't retract the sword, and the long sword had been steadily pierced into Fenghua's abdomen from behind.

"Huh." With a chuckle, Fenghua held the tip of the sword with his thin fingers, the delicate fingertips were cut inch by inch, Qingfeng took this opportunity to slide a sword through the neck of the leader of the men in black, blood splashed, the man in black fell, and the hero burst into tears.

"Xiao Wan, Xiao Wan!" The affectionate call sounded in his ears, and Fenghua slowly leaned back, tightly hugged by the half-kneeling man beside him.

"Xiaowan, look at me, we haven't gotten married yet, you haven't given me a child yet, you said that you want to give me a lot of children, you can't lie to me, you have deceived me many times, you said you will never lie to me again."

Tears flowed down his cheeks, there is a way that the man has tears and does not flick, but he just has not reached the sad place, the breeze of the enemy in his hand has not half of the joy, helplessly pressing the Fenghua wound, but the blood is pouring out, and there is nothing to be done after all.

Fenghua seemed very happy, maybe because she saved her lover's life, maybe because she finally got rid of the disgusting Oiran name and married someone else, or maybe because she knew that this man really loved herself.

Slowly raising her hand, the weak and boneless bloody palm slid over the man's jaw, the tip of the nose, until the eyes that couldn't stop crying, she smiled, although the corners of her mouth were bloodshot, her beauty became more and more thrilling, and she could vaguely see the appearance of the Oiran who turned all beings upside down.

"Breeze." This is the last time a woman calls the name of her beloved man, so gentle, so affectionate, as if she wants to remember it forever, and it seems to be forgotten in an instant, the male protagonist is inexplicably excited and nods desperately.

"It's me, I'm the breeze, you are not allowed to close your eyes, look, I am your breeze."

Oiran shook her head slightly, revealing the most reluctant, relieved smile, her hands hung down, the wind howled, and the blood-stained wedding dress fluttered in the wind.

"No!" The breeze roared in the sky, he slowly put the beauty down, and took out the dagger attached to the inner lining, which was the original love object, the actor resolutely cut his ring finger, and the round blood beads fell one by one, smashing on the quiet face that Fenghua seemed to be sleeping, and the blood stained the red lips, making this picture a timeless classic.

"Good!"

The director took the lead in applauding, everyone in the crew was awakened and clapped desperately, the actor was obviously very deep in the play, and he was still staring at the beauty who had been sleeping in front of him for a long time, he sat up and hurriedly took out the paper towel prepared in the costume and wiped his cheeks fiercely.

"What does it smell like?" The actor finally came out of the play, holding the bleeding ring finger in his mouth while making vague jokes.

"It's fishy and salty, it's so unpleasant." Fenghua made a vomiting appearance, which caused the actor to roll his eyes.

"Obviously, I made a lot of sacrifices, okay, everyone has taken care of me more recently, I'm an injured person."

The exaggerated tone and movements did not attract everyone's attention, and all the staff surrounded Zhang Jiran, calling out and playing again.

Zhang Jiran was also very satisfied with the picture he had just taken, and complied with the group's wishes and replayed it again.

When I saw the scene of Fenghua sleeping like a sleeping beauty, everyone's hearts seemed to be pinched by a big hand, pinched and pinched, and the pain was so painful that they couldn't breathe, until the end of the picture, everyone still felt unfinished and discussed with each other.

"The acting was so good, I almost cried, Hua Feng died so miserably."

"Alas, she can be regarded as fulfilling her wish, dying for the person she loves, and the most beautiful picture is so beautiful."

"Han Lei is also very affectionate, I used to think that he could only play an iron-blooded man in a military theme."

Hearing everyone's discussion, Fenghua couldn't help but smile at the corner of her mouth, this is the time when the actor is most proud, she was reborn, and she once again experienced this happiness.

"It's really good, you see, Fenghua's drama is actually not just about the face or voice." Zhang Jiran called up the camera frame, and his finger pointed at Fenghua's hand.

When she started running, Fenghua held the wedding dress with one hand and the palm of the male protagonist with the other, even if she fell every time, she was unwilling to let go, and when the male protagonist fought with others, her hand climbed on the branch again, her nails were almost split, and the delicate branch crackled and broke after being forced, as if heralding Fenghua's fate.

When her palm climbed up the hero's cheek, she trembled, and her index finger unconsciously outlined the contours of Qingfeng's face, because the palm was bloody, drawing blood marks, as if to bring this impression into the ground.

The director's voice fell, everyone looked at each other, and once again gave applause without hesitation, Fenghua was a little shy, and bowed deeply to thank him.

"Hurry up and get your salary, there should be a chance to cooperate in the future." Zhang Jiran said meaningfully, and secretly sighed in his heart that this girl's talent was obviously the first time to film, but she had an unparalleled sense of the camera, this Hua Feng was a natural actor and had a bright future.

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