Of course, Zhao Simin's appearance conditions are still not comparable with her previous life, she will really have good looks and temperament, but unfortunately, she died young.

Thinking about it like this, Ye Yiyi couldn't help but lament her fate a little.

After the official start of filming, Ye Yiyi's emotions were suddenly retracted, staring intently at the synchronous picture on the display screen, she really wanted to watch He Nanjin act.

The last time he played against Gong Xiaoling, due to the big difference in acting skills between the two, He Nanjin was in a state of absolute suppression of the other party, but it was difficult to give full play to his true strength at all, and the play was naturally not exciting enough.

This time, the opponent was replaced by Zhao Simin, and the effect must be very different.

The dilapidated stone steps of the city walls bear witness to the rise and fall of the city and years of war.

Feng Yi's hand was on Rong Yue's waist, and he slowly climbed the city wall with her.

The wind was very strong, blowing from the empty and bleak ancient road, mixed with sand and gravel, and the robes of the two of them made a hunting sound, flying and dancing in the air.

They climbed the city wall, and Rong Yue walked to the center, holding on to the ruined wall with his hands, and his fingertips were rough stones.

She looked at everything in the distance, letting the wind blow her face, and there was a complicated sadness in her eyes.

This expression was slight, but Ye Miao still captured it the moment the camera swept over.

Feng Yi stood behind her, his arms around her, but he didn't touch her body, but he was on the city wall.

He spoke slowly, his thin lips pressed against her ear, "Yue, you once said that you liked it very much, so I'll give it to you now." "The voice is mellow and low, like a low ballad.

Rong Yue turned her head slightly because of his sudden approach, as if sighing, and as if muttering, "It's just that many people have been buried with him." ”

"You can't bear them?" He curled the corners of his lips into a mocking smile, and his tone suddenly increased, "Did they ever sympathize with our suffering when they were eating and drinking?" ”

Rong Yue took a deep breath, stalked her neck, and the bulging green tendons were clearly visible, "But I can't do it with peace of mind, Ah Yi, I can't do it!" ”

Feng Yi retreated from her ear, without a trace, and said casually: "Can't do it?" You did something else, like, betrayed me. ”

He didn't say this in a loud voice, and even the end of the note was breathless, but anyone could sense the hatred in his heart from the glittering eyes of his eyes.

Rong Yue hurriedly turned around and yelled in a hurry: "No, I don't!" Ah Yi, no matter who you heard this rumor from, but it's not true! ”

The wind ruffled her gauze skirt, and the strands of hair on her cheeks shattered her voice and blew tears from her eyes.

Feng Yi looked down at her, taking in the look on her face, her face sank like water, and after a long time, she said slowly: "Yue, you remember, no one in the world can provoke me, including every word I have said. ”

Before the words fell, he suddenly threw Rong Yue out of the city wall, and grabbed the brocade belt around her waist in Rong Yue's exclamation.

"Those who have provoked me and betrayed me, they are all dead."

Rong Yue grabbed the brocade and nodded with a pale face.

“CUT！” As the director's voice sounded, Ye Yiyi came back to his senses.

Thinking of the scene just now, she had goosebumps all over her body, it was too real, and the sense of substitution was too strong.

He Nanjin walked over with a calm face, Ye Yiyi took the initiative to hand him the soup, listening to Director Feng's praise for him, but he never said a word.

At this time, Zhao Simin's agent came to find Director Feng.