Chapter 212: Little Daoist, Do You Miss Me
Some people just took it as a joke, and it was just a coincidence, until some people picked up the matter of Zhou Yili replacing Mei Chaotian, and this controversy gradually faded.
However, a group of people are very optimistic about these two, and they are secretly looking forward to the upcoming "Parting" movie.
Anyway, things on the Internet have calmed down.
The party Zhou Yili did not make any remarks, but followed Uncle Xia to rest in Bichuan City for a few days, and then went directly to the next city to prepare for the next concert.
Su Qianqing rested for a few days, and after the wound on his back was scarred for most of the time, he rushed to the crew, and adjusted the plot according to the audience's reaction.
"Director Zhou, are you sure you act like this?" After reading the script, Su Qianqing subconsciously touched his forehead, but fortunately, he didn't break out in a cold sweat.
"That's right." Zhou Ji drank mineral water, and nodded in affirmation after hearing Su Qianqing's words, with a look of course.
"Are you sure you won't receive a wave of blades?" Su Qianqing looked at Zhou Ji with a strange gaze, if he really followed this script, he was afraid that he would be scolded to death.
"No, no, let's act, start filming right away. You've rested for most of the day, but this time you have to make up for it all, go and go. Although Zhou Ji's heart is weak, he expresses pain and happiness.
Su Qianqing glanced at Zhou Ji, she always felt that Zhou Ji was getting more and more nervous now, and if this script continued, I was afraid that it would be an occasion for the male and female protagonists to die. Gao Tian in the early stage, and full abuse in the later stage, this is a proper bully.
"Yes." Su Qianqing didn't say much, and it seemed to her that the screenwriters and directors who were scolded by the audience accounted for the majority, so it's okay, hmm······ Persuade the screenwriter and director to be kind!
Just as Su Qianqing turned around to go to the venue, a rich woman appeared in the crowd. Although she is in the crowd, she can be noticed at the first time.
My Fair Lady, even though the years have made her stumble, but her face is still the same, it is hard to imagine that the woman is in her forties. The years have not left too many marks on her face.
"Su Qianqing, long time no see." The woman Zhang Shanshan muttered in a low voice, her eyes moved away from Su Qianqing's body, and she saw Zhu Ziyi sitting in the corner at a glance.
"Sure enough, it's here." Zhang Shanshan's eyes lit up, he went out early in the morning, and he didn't even say hello, she knew that he was coming to see Su Qianqing!
He didn't go home for seven years, didn't look at her, and when he came back, he said it was for that woman, and he was really not afraid of being angry with her!
["Little Taoist, do you miss me. The girl in a white fairy dress sat on the edge of the vine-woven bed, and giggled as she looked at Daokong lying on the bed with confused eyes.
"Hey, you are." Daokong rubbed his eyes, and his eyes widened instantly after seeing the person who came, and he forgot for a moment that the girl was sitting on his bed.
Daokong sat up suddenly, almost bumped into the girl, and quickly moved back.
Then he glanced up at the girl, lowered his head, but the corners of his mouth rose slightly, "Chang Mo'an, it's good that you're still alive." ”
"Little Taoist, I won't die so easily, because there is another name in the world that you remember me." Chang Mo'an's body suddenly stepped forward, and his bright eyes met Daokong's eyes.
Through those penetrating eyes, Daokong actually saw himself in his pupils, and the brightness of his eyes made him slightly distracted.