They really ran away, leaving without looking back with their respective supplies and luggage, even if the money stopped paying in the later stage, they couldn't turn back. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

It's no wonder that the hardships here are hard to put into a sentence or two.

After just a few days of wind and sand, Qin Guan's consistently full lips had a few more dry cracks, and his face was a little rougher when he touched himself.

The contempt of the Northwest man did not give his new friend, because they found that this man, who thought he needed the most care, was more tenacious than others.

In the footage, Qin Guan filmed the hind legs of the rabbit that was still alive and bloody, Qin Guan was not ambiguous at all, he just bit down with a big mouthful without a trace of hesitation.

Rolling and crawling on the Gobi Desert can't stop this man from performing dutifully in the camera.

They all know that thanks to this man, the filming process of this film has been shortened by two cycles, and the final shot will be over soon.

The yellow sand in the northwest was blowing, and Qin Guan, who was kneeling on the rough sand, looked at the corpse of Ritai, who was beaten to death, with no tears in his eyes, and everyone outside the camera saw his crying.

This shocking finale ushered in with the death of another protagonist finally waited for its last voice.

"Stop!"

Lu Chuan, who was already dumb in his voice, began to pack his bags for the return trip in this empty area with the joy of the remaining less than sixty people.

Qin Guan, who had already hooked up with the locals, asked when he was walking in the round-trip car: "Is there more poaching now?" ”

"It's hard to say.. There are no checkpoints, but in such a deep area, you may really be able to encounter them. ”

"Hahaha, isn't the Ministry of Public Security building a protection station here? Hahaha..."

An embarrassed smile hung on Qin Guan's face like this, because the expression of the northwest man who was holding his neck on the side told him that his words could be tragically realized.

"Huh.. It's not that coincidental, we can make a movie and meet real poachers, right? ”

……

"Bang...."

You crow's mouth.

"It's okay, it's okay! The prop went off! ”

Hi!

Thanks to this fire, they escaped in the vast desert.

Not far from their path, a group of poachers naturally heard the gunshots.

They are all shy away from armed personnel and powerful groups.

And they had already made a gain, and after hearing the sound of the gun, they quickly evacuated the scene of the crime.

When the little jeep on the film crew's return trip squeaked back, they saw these antelopes that had been killed.

Bloody flesh and blood below the neck, those dark eyes are unwillingly huge, and there are some natural reflexes still there, in the monotonous yellow earth, twitching slightly.

The blood flowed like a river, and the neatly arranged corpses were spread to the brim, and I thought it was an artificially rendered shot, but it was suddenly moved to reality in front of everyone.

The most experienced former members of the escort walked out of the ranks, and it was with a hint of heartache that they counted the corpses.

1，2，3…… 405, even the big ones and the small ones, none of them were spared.

What an ironic number, and so consistent with the small population of exterminated Tibetan antelopes in the footage.

Depressed and depressed, the living facts are placed in front of us.

Everyone on the return trip put their eyes on Lu Chuan after getting off the car.

"Director, what else do you need to help in the later stage!"

"Director, come on! We'll work overtime to get the job done! ”

This is the voice of countless people who have worked hard, and it is also their desire to do something for this place.

At the protection site where the report was received, the young policemen, with the same hatred and hatred, had already driven in the direction of the Qinguan crew's report.

They are good at tracking, and they should be able to return triumphantly with everyone's hopes.

Qin Guan walked in front of Lu Chuan, the two looked at each other for a long time, and said each other's most sincere wishes.

"It's a good movie, and it needs to be seen by the world."

"You are a good actor, and movies always need such actors."

The longest hug between the two people was not given to each other, but to these loveliest and simplest Northwest men.

"Qin Guan, you must come to play when you have time!"

"Qin Guan, we count you as a part of here, although it is not common, but if you want to be buried, I will find you a temple!"

Thank you, you don't have to worry about this.

Goodbye, girl with a red face, big eyes, and long black braids.

Goodbye, the most manly man in the Northwest.

Goodbye, Coco Sicily.

Sister Xue, who returned home from the northwest, immediately came back to life with full blood, and started a day trip to the capital with Yin Changtao, who had never been to China.

And Qin Guan, who returned to the arms of Xiaowo, ushered in the surprise of the four pairs of wide-eyed eyes of the parents of both sides.

"Oh my God, my son, aren't you going to film?"

"yes."

"I don't know, I thought you were sold to a small coal kiln."

Mother Qin exaggeratedly held her son's little baby's face, looking at the rough skin that was a little grinding, and looking at this complexion, it was about to turn earthy.

Looking at this little lip, it has become a mouth....

Qin's mother was exaggerated over there, and Father Qin was naturally a man's way of expression, just patting his son's shoulder, and the worry in his eyes was naturally self-evident.

But looking at the two of Cong Nianwei's side, Cong's mother said that she was a little ridiculous, but she felt a little ridiculous about the behavior of her future in-laws, boys, it's not good to look too good, recruit people.

And Daddy Cong can't hide the gloating in him.

"Haha, Vivi, look at his stinky skin... Didn't you say you went to Qinghai? The people of Qinghai have not changed as much as he has..."

"Dad, you don't have to say a word."

Seeing that Daddy Cong, who was holding his stomach, had already begun to laugh proudly, Cong Nianwei immediately stopped this living treasure from continuing his words in a timely manner.

And Qin Guan broke his face out of his mother's hand, and glanced at Cong Nianwei: "Mom, Dad, let's talk about it tomorrow." ”

The two children said that they were brushing together, and the four parents were not in a hurry, and very tacitly gave the small room to the two young couples who had just reunited.

A few elderly people are ready to go back to the hotel to recharge their energy and meet their most anticipated trip tomorrow...... Buying a house.

The next day, the two families went out en masse, and half of the new forces in the rental industry in the new capital have been replaced by Jetta and Santana.

The first stop of several people was to go to the high-end apartment in the city center with the largest appreciation space in Qinguan's ancient memory.

Most of these real estate projects are well-decorated existing houses, with a full set of planned standard rooms, and even your decoration effort is saved.

And because these houses, placed in the current capital, are also the best among all ordinary commercial houses, so among the properties that have been on sale for a year or two, the developers still have the best quality units in their hands.

And these are Qin Guan's first choices. (To be continued.) )