The moment Song Ling walked down, everyone was a little stunned, and there was no imaginary eye wave flow and smooth style.

Some lofty postures, the slight swing of the cheongsam, the frowning between the eyebrows, the falling and falling of the light gaze, the graceful voice of the line, but inexplicably fit such a cold, delicate and self-contained courtesan on the top of the beach.

Jian Xia lay on the ground, looked up at Song Ling softly and weakly, touched her eyes looking at herself, and was stunned for a moment, Song Ling cast her face at first sight, evoking a subtle smile that was not salty and faintly withdrawn, a pitiful beauty could not arouse her inner ups and downs, even if this appearance was placed in Red Lane, it was very visible.

Then his eyes moved slightly to look at the scars and red and swollen fingers on her body, there was a slight stagnation, and it could be seen that she was a little distracted, and the impatience in her eyes flashed when she heard Mama's flattering words, and Mama inadvertently complained that Jian Xia had a hard temperament, and she was not convinced for a few days, so she turned her eyes back to Jian Xia, and raised her eyebrows invisibly, and there was a little more shallow novelty in her eyes but she couldn't wave, there was no plausible sarcasm, and there was no sympathy and pity that could be seen.

A series of eyes made Jian Xia's heart sink, just now Song Ling's look at her made her unconsciously a little shrunken, her wolf bèi was different from her gorgeous cloud mud, she bit her lip tightly, remembering that she was originally from a scholarly family, with poetry and books in her belly, and she was always occasionally proud of herself, but now she was in such a situation, tears filled her eyes in an instant, and she didn't let it fall.

When I came back to my senses, I realized that I had actually entered the play, and I looked at her as if I was stabbed in the heart, and I felt a little inferior and self-pity. Jian Xia, whose thoughts flew away, realized that Song Ling was already a few steps away from him, and hurriedly entered the state.

Song Ling pulled his shawl, hugged his arms, his eyes fell directly on Jian Xia's face, staring at her eyes but immersed in his own thoughts, Jian Xia was a little nervous but dazed, in this difficult silence, Jian Xia was about to know what to react to, Song Ling laughed abruptly, and looked at her, as if to destroy her will: "Why don't you want to stay in Red Lane?" You can't escape. ”

Jian Xia licked her lips, her throat was dry, her voice was as rough and depressing as sandpaper, and she didn't want to listen to it: "No... No... I don't want to. ”

Song Ling's face was a little cold, and his voice was a little more cold: "Because you are from a family?" There was a soft snort between his noses, and he sneered a little. When Jian Xia heard the sarcasm in her tone, she could only lower her eyes, silent and unspeakable.

After a pause, Song Ling changed his face again, and a smile was aroused, and there were two points of flattery:

"So what, you're in Red Lane now, you can't help yourself, it's better to be like me, your face is beautiful enough."

approached Jian Xia, his eyes full of bewitchment.

Jian Xia raised her head and looked at Song Ling in disbelief, with such a good-looking face, saying such realistic words, the little expectation that inexplicably rose in her heart just now was ruthlessly extinguished. It's her mistake that she would have a longing for the people in the Red Alley.

Song Ling didn't leave Jian Xia, seeing her surprised eyes after hearing her words, she squinted, and once again pierced her remaining illusions, shook off the last floating board of the dying person in the ocean, and said sarcastically:

"Thought I would sympathize with you, pity you, intercede for you, and let you go? You're still such a delicate young lady. ”

Song Ling leaned down and gently touched Jian Xia's cheek with his hand.

The cold hand made Jian Xia shrink, but what made her feel cold was the words that were about to come out of the mouth of the woman in front of her, and she didn't know how to expose her wounds.

"Don't you understand your current situation, do you think your belly full of poetry books is still of any use here, born to be a Red Lane person, dead to be a Red Lane ghost, recognize the reality."

"Stop weaving yourself dreams that are as beautiful as bubbles but just as fragile, just don't try to tell yourself that you have endured these, it's useless to struggle, after the night is still the night, tomorrow will only be darker than today."

"There will be a way out if you are obedient, so if you are unruly, go and be with your family."

Song Ling suddenly pinched Jian Xia's chin tightly and forced her to look up at herself: "Miss Lu, it's time to grow up." ”

The coldness in Song Ling's eyes made Jian Xia speechless at all, sentence by sentence pierced all the comfort and support she had given herself in the past few days, her struggle and her belief were completely shattered, Jian Xia unconsciously crackled and fell down, her eyes had lost focus, and she unconsciously waved her hands and kicked her legs, trying to stay away from Song Ling, as if she could stay away from such a terrible but realistic picture in Song Ling's mouth, her voice was full of dazed despair and helplessness: "No, no, I don't want to, don't force me, don't force me!" ”

The grandmother around her was also a little surprised, she had never seen such a Rong Yu, sharp and cold, in her impression, Rong Yu was always so cold and gorgeous, Rong Yu never had too many expressions on her face, and she never cared about the people or things around her, and it was unexpected to ask Lu Jie about it today.

Straightened up, Song Linghui fù before the indifference: "Take her down, my brain hurts when I quarrel." ”

The grandmother next to her hurriedly responded, waved her hand and let the two people below drag Jian Xia down, smiled a little flatteringly, and flattered: "Sister Rong, you have a trick, it doesn't take much effort to make her lose her sex and loosen her mouth, I guess that girl won't have the strength she has today." ”

Song Ling turned his head and looked at the grandmother beside him lightly, there was no joy or anger in his eyes, and the deep pupils reflected the somewhat flattering face of the grandmother standing in place, and then turned to a little embarrassed after not getting a response.

"I don't have a girl by my side, just her, you go and talk to the housekeeper's mother."

Mama was stunned for a moment, a little anxious, and hesitated: "Sister Rong, you are making it difficult for me, that girl's face is so beautiful, otherwise, I'll find you another one?" No, how about finding two? ”

"Really? I just like to be pretty, to look comfortable. Song Ling pulled up a smile without being salty, and didn't want to entangle more: "It's just a girl, you just have to say this, and if you don't agree, let the person in charge come to me directly." ”

Seeing that Rong Yu was already impatient, Mama immediately agreed, "I'll let her go to you tomorrow." "But a good-looking girl, Rong Yu is the cash cow of Red Lane, if she blows the wind on the pillow, it will be worth the loss. Besides, maybe Rong Yu is just the freshness of these two days, and she will come back after a while.

"Cut" An Yu clapped his hands, without the usual wrinkling of his eyebrows, and he could see that he was quite satisfied. In one scene, both actors were convinced.

Jian Xia sat on her chair but glanced at Song Ling absently, but her expression was not very good-looking, and she was led away. Song Ling pinched her chin tightly and looked at her cold gaze, which made her tears burst out of her eyes instantly when she collapsed to the ground. Others may not be able to see it, but An Yu's heart must be clear. Jian Xia gritted her teeth, she also underestimated her.

This movie originally looked at the red alley through the eyes of the protagonist Lu Jie, and interspersed with the main line of Lu Jie's character experience, so Jian Xia's role was very heavy, and it was almost full every day. And Rong Yu is the second protagonist of the movie, she is a microcosm of Red Lane, but she is also a unique example, and she is also the role that An Yu spent countless strokes and ink to fully interpret.

In the first draft, Rong Yu is just a connecting character, with a few character designs, and a lot of scenes but sketches. An Yu revised back and forth, and felt more and more that Yingying Yanyan was really many but messy, and he also needed a character to jump out to promote the development of the plot, so he began to gradually plump up Rong Yu's image in three or two strokes, and gradually, the character's personality, background, and experience became more and more complete.

Until one day, An Yu found that his Rong Yu was already such a flesh-and-blood protagonist, and unconsciously, the images of Rong Yu and Lu Jie seemed to be silently overlapping but completely different, which sounds very contradictory, or it is better to say so.

Lu Jie is the former Rongyu, but she is more tenacious and luckier than her. And it was also because Rong Yu saw her own shadow in her, the ghost sent the gods, coldly pierced all her illusions, but kept her by her side, intentionally or unintentionally let her see the luxury and chaos of this red alley, the initial bewitchment and persecution, and the later hesitation and vacillation.

Maybe Rong Yu just wanted to know if there was a glimmer of hope in the cracks or a little sympathy from the outside world, would she not be living like this.

Song Ling, who was holding the script, felt more and more the complexity of Rong Yu's role, and sighed unconsciously, the script in his hand was written and painted every day, and he was about to see it clearly, so he sighed, feeling that An Yu was really bold, and gave up his professional background and debuted for many years, and Chu Ning chose to take the lead by himself.

The set suddenly became noisy, which woke Song Ling up all of a sudden, and when he got up, he felt that his body couldn't move before he realized that he had fallen asleep like this just now after reading the script, and rubbed his somewhat stiff neck twice.

The staff just went to the outhouse to shoot two scenes of Jian Xia, and now they are probably back to prepare for the next filming, and they glanced out the window to find that it was dark, and they had been filming for a long time.

"Why did you remember me today?" An Yu's tone was obviously pleasant.

"I'm going to come to film in two days, I'll get familiar with it first." There are some familiar calm voices, but they can be heard very familiar with An Yu. Song Ling frowned and tilted his head, but he still didn't think of the owner of this voice.

Song Ling looked at the door, An Yu, who had always been cold-faced, had a rare smile on his face, so he turned his eyes to the people around him, and his eyes widened in surprise, it was actually Fu Bo, a powerful double actor, and the box office. is a very gorgeous achievement in the entertainment industry, so Song Ling didn't think it would be him just now.

In the entertainment industry full of male gods, his appearance can be said to be downstream, so he has been silent for several years, and he only became popular at the age of thirty.

Life is very low-key, I got married early, and the photos of my wife and children have not been leaked until now. Now in his forties, his acting skills are even more exquisite, his temperament is becoming more and more precipitated, his body is stable and calm, and his aura and personality charm alone are enough to make a fan die.

The two seem to be very familiar, but in Song Ling's impression, the two don't seem to have cooperated, and there is rarely news of a good relationship between the two in entertainment gossip. An Yu saw Song Ling, who was looking at him in a daze on the periphery of the crowd, and led Fu Bo over: "This is Song Ling who plays Rongyu." ”

Seeing the two people who were surrounded by everyone walking towards him, Song Ling subconsciously greeted him and hurriedly stretched out his hand: "Hello Teacher Fu." Fu Bo smiled and shook his hand, encouraging, "I'm looking forward to your work." ”

Song Ling just smiled shyly, but An Yu couldn't let go of such a good opportunity, who let the big fish send it to the door by himself.

"The actor finally came here, and we have to let our crew get some light." An Yu opened his mouth unceremoniously.

This obviously dug tone Fu Bo guessed clearly: "You want me to make a cameo?" He pursed his lips and smiled, "Which one?" ”

When the field staff heard this, they immediately became commotion, and Jian Xia's eyes, which had been following the two of them, immediately lit up, but they still stood beside the two of them and did not speak.

"Let's go to the next scene, Song Ling's scene."

Quickly retracting his unwillingness and irritability, gritting his teeth, Jian Xia calmed down his mood and echoed empathetically: "The next scene is just a very small scene between Song Ling and the wonton stall owner, should we let Mr. Fu play a more critical role." ”

An Yu didn't answer: "This paragraph is fine." The field manager hurried to set up the scene. He waved his hand at Song Ling, "Go and change your clothes." "I didn't give Jian Xia a chance to speak again.

The people at the scene didn't understand what An Yu was thinking, the wonton stall owner was really just a pure passerby, no matter how he said it, he had to let Fu Bo play a slightly weighty role, but the director insisted, and their staff couldn't say anything.

Song Ling's heart was also beating when he changed his clothes, this was just a daily scene, and he didn't have the energy to think about it and felt that there was really no place to ponder, but who knew that this time was going to play against Fu Bo, he was really powerful, Song Ling was really nervous.

Plain makeup, pajamas and long skirts, a gray shawl on the outside, only a lamp on the table was turned on indoors, the light was warm yellow, but not bright enough. Before filming started, Song Ling sat on the edge of the bed and read the script, this is a daily scene of Rong Yu, in order to reflect the usual cold and glamorous Rong Yu's homely quiet side. There are only a few lines on the script, and Song Ling quickly stares the paper out of the hole. She felt that there was nowhere to play this scene and was afraid that Fu Bo would change her words randomly, although she was a senior, she would still be embarrassed if she couldn't take it.

Song Ling poked his head out and saw that Fu Bo had changed into a gray cloth gown, hiding his temperament, he was the most ordinary hawker in the market, and he could even feel a little tired and haggard because of his hard life.

The director shouted to start, Fu Bo began to push the cart selling wontons, his hand on the horizontal bar, Song Ling was stunned, the original whiter and good-looking hands have become gray, the lines and folds on the back of the hand are deeply exposed, some places have frostbite because of the cold weather, and the fingertips are almost molting, and the bell hanging on the cart begins to make a jingling and crisp sound as it pushes.

The staff urged Song Ling to sit at the table and prepare to start shooting, Song Ling sat on the chair with his back slightly straight, his left leg lightly cocked to his right leg, seemingly casual, but he was faintly straightening the instep, making the bare calf appear more slender, the lines were good-looking, the left hand was softly supporting his face, his eyes were naturally downward, and he was flipping through the book casually.

Fu Bo lowered his head and just buried his head in the cart, and when he was about to approach Rong Yu's window, he licked his dry lips as if his mouth was dry, his hand holding the crossbar tightened, he raised his head hesitantly, but he didn't dare to look up, he raised his eyes slightly several times, and finally looked at the faintly bright window, and quickly lowered his head, pushing faster, and the sound of the bell was even more crisp in the silent night.

When the cart was in the distance, Song Ling heard a faint sound, stopped turning the book, looked slightly to the side, exhaled slightly between his noses, and retracted his gaze to the page in front of him, the bell sounded louder and louder, Song Ling pursed his lips, got up, the chair rubbed against the ground, walked to the window a few steps quickly, patted the wooden window frame: "Wait a minute." ”

Fu Bo immediately stopped the cart, bowed his head invisibly, and a faint smile overflowed from the small whirlpool at the corner of his mouth, a little cautiously excited, afraid of being known.

Song Ling went to the foot of the table to get the basket, put the bowl in, and took a banknote from the bedside table and put it in the basket, and handed it down from the window: "Small bowl of wontons, less spicy." With his elbows on the edge of the window, he stood straight with one leg bent backwards and toe to the ground, shaking a few times at will.

Fu Bo carefully took the basket, didn't dare to look up at Rong Yu, just lowered his head and moved, lifted the cloth, the table full of spices, added it to the bowl, the hot water vapor curled up from the bucket, poured the cooked small wontons into the bowl, the skin has become a little crystalline, vaguely see the filling, and finally poured a hot spoonful of soup base, and the plump small wontons floated on the bowl one by one.

"Alright, alright." Fu Bo lowered his head and stood on tiptoe to lift the basket above his head, Song Ling bent down from the window to pick it up, took it to his eyes, looked at the small wontons that seemed a little crowded in the bowl, and then looked at Fu Bo, but only saw the top of his black hair, and said: "So much?" After speaking, he squinted his eyes and recalled, "It didn't seem to be you before." ”

"Uh-huh." Fu Bo, who didn't know how to respond, responded in a panic, grabbed his clothes, covered them with a cloth and hurriedly pushed the cart away, pushing it quickly, and the bell on the car shook even more, jingling.

Song Ling glanced at the cart in the distance, and puffed out his mouth indifferently. Sitting at the table and looking at such a big bowl of wontons, holding a spoon in his hand, he hesitated twice, first took a sip of the slightly hot soup base, felt the deliciousness and sighed softly.

I cut it once in the middle and replaced it with an empty bowl, as if I had finished eating.

Song Ling frowned and put the spoon into the bowl, making a bumping sound, his plain white fingers knocked on the table for a while, and pushed the bowl to the side of the table with some annoyance, as if he was not far enough away from him, and pushed it far away. The bowl is empty in the shot, and there is not even a mouthful of soup left.

After filming, Song Ling trembled a little in her heart, everyone could see that she and Fu Bo lacked the feeling of communication between opponents throughout the scene, but in this scene, she didn't know how to communicate, she brushed her hair a little helplessly, and she went downstairs to the director.

Jian Xia raised her eyebrows, a little looking at the lively look, there was no spark in the opponent's play, which is not a good thing. An Yu didn't speak, clapped his hands and said that he would finish work today and be here. Fu Bo, who came over to see the picture, just smiled politely, Song Ling was a little up and down in his heart, and it was not easy to ask, so he said goodbye and got into his car.

After watching the pictures of several cameras, the staff gradually dispersed, and An Yu beckoned to the screenwriter.

He has always wanted to add an emotional line to Rong Yu, and there are bits and pieces of thoughts in his notes, as a tragic character, he doesn't mind making her a little more sad. He has been vacillating, firstly, he is considering how to develop the emotional line, if it is too delicate, the length of the film must not be enough, and it will be noisy, too sloppy and unable to impress the audience, and secondly, there is no suitable candidate, the kind of ordinary, rough and loyal he wants but not so much that people feel that the temperament that does not match Rong Yu is too difficult to find.

And today, he had a clue about both, and his mood immediately rose, and he patted Fu Bo on the shoulder: "You have to help people to the end." Fu Bo frowned, pretending to be critical: "But your actors are not in the state." ”

An Yu snorted lightly: "It's strange if she sparks with you." There was a pause, and there was an affirmation in his tone, "She's an actor who stays true to the script." ”

There is no gimmick or so-called drama in the future because Fu Bo is the actor who forcibly modifies the feelings of the characters in this scene and changes the drama with a lot of snakes. He wanted to express such a natural and gradual and even somewhat obscure feeling, and he believed that Song Ling could interpret it.

Fu Bo hugged his arms and smiled: "The script has to be exhausted, I only have three days." ”

An Yu hurriedly scratched his notes, confident: "I can come out tomorrow." ”

Song Ling, who was sitting in the car, decided to leave this matter behind, and did not ask for a reshoot, indicating that the director felt that this was okay, so why should he bother himself. Liu Zi started the car and told Song Ling that he was going to release the movie poster of "Chang'an Chaos" at nine o'clock tonight, remember to publicize it, and it is best to add words that are more in line with the characters in the play.

answered, glanced at the screen, it was almost time, Song Ling swiped Weibo by the way, looked at the time was almost there, and clicked into the official blog of "Chang'an Chaos".

There are three in total, a majestic poster without character concepts, a plot poster where Rong Jin and Wei Changle stand opposite each other, with equal momentum and tension, and the last one is a poster of Su Gu and Song Ling.

The ancient style is like a Chinese painting-like background, under the peach blossom tree, fluttering peach petals, the upper half only has Su Gu's silhouette, gently caressing Song Ling's long hair, Song Ling's bright red skirt is spread all over the ground, obediently lying in Su Gu's arms, fingers tighten Su Gu's clothes, as if full of affection, but the slightly exposed eyes are calm and even implied cold.

And the lower half of the sheet changed the angle, only Song Ling's slender shadow, the long ink-like hair poured down, scattered, scattered on the red shirt, Su Gu's chin lightly touched Song Ling, and his hand caressed the long hair, as if it was all tender, but his eyes were cast on the blood-red skirt, full of sharpness.

A pair of beautiful people have their own thoughts, and there is a faint line of words in the middle.

"A lifetime of entanglement, but with sincerity."

In the later stage, Song Ling sighed silently and clicked forward.

Song Ling V: Liangbo eventually fell, and he made a mistake for a moment. Chang'an Chaos V: Coming as scheduled [Picture]

After reposting, Song Ling is still scrolling through popular Weibo at will.

Ding, special attention sounded.

Su Gu V: There was no other day of forgiveness, and there was no time for scorching. Song Ling V: Liangbo eventually fell, and he made a mistake for a moment. Chang'an Chaos V: Coming as scheduled [Picture]

The fans who saw it were naturally a blast.

"Stand on the right CP, give out candy every day! [Impressed]"

"If you don't do more, you will abuse the dog. [doge]”

"The poster is really beautiful and cries to me, and book fans say that the movie is too conscientious. [tears]"

"When I look at the poster, I feel sadistic [crying] begging not to abuse."

"Haven't you all discovered the mystery in Emperor Su's words [goodbye] Rong Jin doesn't love Shen Zhuo in the original book."

"Damn, +1 upstairs, it seems that the movie has a reversal!"

"Oh my God!! Do you want to fulfill my HE dream? ”

"Upstairs naïve [hehe] didn't you see 'a farewell'. Or BE, just ask Shen Zhuo not to be led. ”

"Upstairs +1, scorching away, never to see you, begging Rong Jin. That's right, I'm Shen Zhuowei Fan [smile]"

On the other side, seeing Su Gu's words, Song Ling clenched her mobile phone, and the screen flashed brightly to the dark, Song Ling didn't move, she looked out of the car window in a daze, biting her lip unconsciously, the cool evening breeze blew on her face, but the heat couldn't be extinguished, she wanted to ask herself, if I haven't played yet, otherwise why would I be so heartbeat when I see such a sentence.

There is no other width, and there is no time to burn.

Song Ling stroked her chest, and Rong Jin's unspeakable affection made her sad and wanted to cry.

She seemed to be able to see Rong Jin standing alone in the lonely palace city, lonely all her life.

Scorching, you've missed it after all.

There is no other width

There is no more time to burn

There was no liberation after that parting

The rest of my life will never have a moment of brilliance and excitement