I don't know if it was because of my opening, but his kiss finally stopped, and the hand around my waist was not as hard as it was just now. I took advantage of his pause and broke free from his embrace. The two legs couldn't use their strength because of panic, so they had to sit on the ground and look at Mo Ruihang in a panic.

He slowly got up from the ground as well. Probably realizing that I was a little out of control just now, I looked at me with some apologies in my eyes.

"Luoluo." He whispered my name and held out a hand as if to caress my head to comfort me.

Seeing him reach out, I instinctively rubbed it back twice, trying to stay within reach of him.

Perhaps it was my backward movement that touched Mo Ruihang, his outstretched hand froze in front of me, looking at my eyes was a little bit of injury, although he couldn't bear to let me see his sadness, but I still noticed the change in his eyes. But I was really frightened at the time, so I had to put this change aside and ignore it.

His hand stopped in front of me for a long time, until all the wounds in his eyes receded. Mo Ruihang slowly withdrew his hand, lowered his head, and whispered, "I'm sorry." Then he got up and left my house, leaving me sitting on the floor not knowing how to react.

Watching Mo Ruihang leave and close the door, my heart can be described as complex and indescribable. Obviously I am the "victim", why does Mo Ruihang act like I bullied him! There was a faint feeling of guilt in my panicked and frightened little heart......

"Sister Luoluo, let's change this outfit and shoot the next scene in half an hour." Zhang Yiling took a dress and handed it to me to remind me of the work below.

His voice pulled me out of my memories of the beginning.

I looked up at him, took my clothes, and smiled at him. "Okay, thanks."

"You're welcome, then I'll get busy first." He said.

"Hmm." I nodded at him.

After Zhang Yiling left, I didn't immediately change my clothes, but looked down at the script again. When I think about it now, I suddenly feel like a bystander. recalled me and him in the past, only to find that Mo Ruihang slowly distanced himself from me from that time, and gradually cared a lot less about me, until he had other girls he liked.

I tugged at the corners of my mouth, and there was some helplessness in my smile for the beginning, and there was also ridicule for this relationship. It turns out that the relationship between us is so fragile. I also began to wonder if it was me or something that Murray Hang liked in the first place, so that he would get further and further away from me because of this incident.

I shook my head, put the script aside, picked up the clothes I had just given me and got up and went to the dressing room.

After changing my clothes and coming out of the dressing room, Brother Xing gave me a different look. When I was done, I walked over to the mirror and looked at myself as I was reflected in the mirror. The white dress is not overly decorated, except for a few small flowers embroidered with black thread on the hem. The long hair was lowered, the ends of the hair were slightly curled, and the hair next to the ears was pinned behind the ears. This kind of shape actually makes me extraordinarily pure. It's really good for this scene, I think.

Standing in front of the mirror and looking at it for a long time, I sighed that I was no longer as innocent as I was at the beginning, sighed helplessly, and turned around and walked to the shooting scene.

Towards the set, I bumped into Murray. He looked at me with a little surprise in his eyes. I looked at him with some disgust in my eyes because of the memories I had just made.

"Luoluo, you are so beautiful." He said to me, and you could tell from his tone that it was a compliment from his heart.

"Thank you." My voice was cold from the inside out. I didn't want to respond to him, but everyone praised me, so I have to ignore him, don't you?

Because I didn't want to have too much conversation with him, I didn't give him a chance to speak again, and without looking back, I walked up to the director from next to him, ready to ask about the precautions for shooting.

"Director, is there anything to pay attention to in this scene?" I asked softly.

"In this scene, you just try to show that you don't understand the world! The more innocent the better. At the end, there must be resistance to the male protagonist in Ji's eyes. Got it? "The director rarely spoke a few more words to me.

"yes, okay." I nodded, looking humble.

"Let's go to the assistant director and walk through the position a few times." After the director said this to me, his face turned to the monitor, and he kept talking to the staff about the placement of the set on the walkie-talkie, and ignored me.

I saw that the director's mind was no longer on me, so I stopped asking questions and went directly to the assistant director.

When the assistant director saw that I had arrived, he also beckoned Mo Ruihang over and told the two of us about the play. From the position to the action, the assistant director told us carefully.

The plot of this scene is almost the same as it was at the beginning, the same birthday, the same accidental fall, the same Mo Ruihang's can't help it, and it is also my incomprehensible style. It's just that in order to be more in line with the taste of the public, and for the convenience of shooting, Zhong Qi changed our identity from high school students to white-collar workers, and changed Mo Ruihang, who can't cook, to a master chef.

So the plot in the middle was directly changed to Mo Ruihang personally cooking for me to celebrate my birthday, after three rounds of drinking, I messed with him, and finally fell to the ground, we had an embarrassing thing, and finally Mo Ruihang left in frustration.

This scene is divided into several shots because the plot is relatively long and there are many scene transitions.

The first is Murrayhang's own play. He was busy in the kitchen, washing his hands and making soup for me.

Since there was no me in this scene, I watched him from the sidelines. Looking at his skilled knife work, I found that he is no longer the culinary idiot he used to be. It turns out that he has changed a lot over the years. I don't know which girl this cooking skill is for.

Just when I was thinking about it, Mo Ruihang's own scene ended. The assistant director called me over to shoot a clip of him celebrating my birthday.

As I stood at the table and looked at the candles on the cake, I felt like I had gone back to the beginning.

When the shooting began, I closed my eyes and made a wish. Although I understand that this is just acting, and the wish I made will not work at all, I still silently made my wish in my heart: I hope I can be happy, just the plain kind. Maybe my seriousness at this time was just to make up for the stupid wish I made when I was seventeen.

I opened my eyes and found that Mo Ruihang beside me had been looking at me, and I don't know if the love in his eyes was acted, but no matter what, his love had nothing to do with me.

I lowered my head and blew out the candles, and everything was shot according to the direction of the script. I pretended to be naughty and picked a mouthful of cream with my hand, pretending to wipe it on Mo Ruihang's face while he was not paying attention, and then the two fell to the ground in the pulling, and finally Mo Ruihang couldn't help it......

This time the shooting went well, and it passed in one go. A series of actions were performed by me according to the instructions given by the assistant director when he took us to the position, except for my resistance to Mo Ruihang after he couldn't help it. Because I find that I do have an aversion to his touch now.

"Very good, the heroine's eyes are in place." The director unexpectedly praised me. "Keep it up, if it all goes well, we'll be able to call it a day soon." After saying this, the director stopped talking to me, and just instructed the staff to prepare for the next shooting.

"Thank you, Director." No matter what the director's attitude towards me is, after all, he praised me, and polite thanks are still necessary. I nodded and thanked the director, and I didn't need to wait for the director to respond to me, and I knew that I couldn't wait for his response, so after thanking me, I turned around and walked to my lounge area. Didn't pay attention to Murray, who had been standing there watching my movements.

Walking to the rest area, I sat in my seat, waiting for the field workers to shoot the set for the next show, and waiting for Zhang Yiling to send me the costumes to wear for the next show, picking up the script on the table next to me, and seizing the time to memorize the lines.

This was the last shot, the scene where the two of us broke up. I don't know if Zhong Qi thinks that the shooting of the splitting will affect the sales of her family's clothing, so she changed the process of breaking up.

Murrayhang invited me to a café and had a direct showdown, saying that we would break up. Just as the showdown was taking place, it started to rain outside. After Mo Ruihang said that he broke up, he resolutely got up and left the café. I chased him out, but he was already in the taxi. I ran behind the taxi, shouting at Murrayhang, telling him to wait, and the shouting was heartbreaking. Finally, because of my physical exhaustion, my feet were weak, and I fell to the ground, and the rain hit me wantonly, and my face could no longer distinguish whether it was rain or tears.

Looking at the story that Zhong Qi gave us in the script, I didn't know what kind of reaction to make. If today's scene was just someone else's story, maybe I could still face it calmly. But this performance is our past after all. No matter how the process of breaking up changes, the ending is the same, the same I was abandoned by him, and the same heartache. I don't know if I'll be able to play this scene.

"Sister Luoluo, the clothes are for you." Zhang Yiling walked over with the clothes for the next scene. "Sister, why is your face so bad? You okay? He looked at me and asked with concern.

"I'm fine." I took the clothes from his hand and smiled at him reluctantly.

"Are you alright?" He was still a little worried.

"Well, it's okay, you can rest assured. You go to work. "I comforted him and didn't want him to be affected by my emotions.

Zhang Yiling got my affirmative answer, and then left to continue working. After taking a few steps, I may still be uneasy, so I turned around and told me: "If you are uncomfortable, don't hold on, tell the director, he should not be so cold-blooded." ”

I smiled and nodded at him, and my heart warmed up because of his concern.

Seeing him walk away, I got up with my clothes and walked to the dressing room, ready to change.

After changing my clothes and coming out of the locker room, Brother Xing was already sitting in front of the dressing table waiting for me. I walked up to him and patted him on his phone to remind him that he was ready to put on my makeup.

Brother Xing raised his head, looked at me who had changed his clothes, and praised: "You really should change your career to be a model!" Zhong Qi's clothes are very beautiful on you. ”

I pulled out a chair, sat down, and responded to him: "Don't praise me anymore, I look beautiful in my clothes, and that's because people's clothes are really good." ”