Gu Xi swore that she was definitely not pretending to be a little white lotus as an eighteen-line little shrimp, and she was talking to a certain actor beyond her means.

She really, just wanted to buy a flower.

After seeing that the other party had no reaction, Gu Xi still didn't give up and took out the only hundred yuan of cash from his bag, suppressing the heroism in his heart:

"Really, I'll just buy one, 100 yuan?"

The other party finally responded, and the man moved his legs slightly with an indifferent expression, and then moved a little farther away from Gu Xi.

Gu Xi took the 100 pieces in her hand and bowed her head in silence, this wood, even if she didn't speak, could hurt her dignity as a little fairy.

Xie Yi finished mourning, took the delicate and flawless white rose in his hand, got up, and slowly walked to the crystal coffin on the stage.

A woman beside him who played cards unreasonably and opened her mouth inexplicably, he didn't take it to heart, and he saw a lot of people who came up to him in a fancy way, so his heart has always been unfluctuating.

Gu Xi looked up, although she was completely ignored, but looking at the man's silent back, thinking of the bouquet of white roses, she was surprisingly in a good mood:

Who said that Xie Yi is not sociable, look at this room full of people holding white chrysanthemums and yellow chrysanthemums, he is alone, and he knows that only elegant and noble white roses are worthy of her Gu Xi.

After thinking about it, looking at the handful of yellow and white chrysanthemums in his hand, Gu Xi silently stuffed 100 pieces back into his bag.

Offering flowers was originally the last link, but Emperor Xie's move unexpectedly accelerated the funeral process.

Xie Yi put the flowers on the crystal coffin in advance, and some artists who were in a hurry couldn't wait to go on stage and send the flowers in their hands.

There is no itinerary or some small newcomers, it is rare to have the opportunity to meet, and a few of them chatted on the bench under the stage after sending flowers.

Looking at the people queuing up to send flowers, Gu Xi's eyes couldn't help but look at Xie Yi, he walked around the crystal coffin without saying a word, and then slowly walked off the stage.

The silent tall back, at a certain moment, made Gu Xi, who was sitting in the audience numb, feel a little stunned for no reason.

And on the side of the stage, the people who forcibly added drama to themselves are still working hard.

"Oh, it's a newcomer, and it's so good-looking."

After listening to Du Yueqi's popular science, Song Yixue smiled slightly, her appearance was very pure, and she praised it as appropriately as a senior in the circle.

Du Yueqi snorted lightly: "Yes, this time in the new drama I starred in, I played a little girl, but it's a pity, probably inexperienced, I smashed the acting, and the director was angry." ”

Song Yixue used textbook-like acting skills to express her surprise moderately, and gently covered her mouth: "The director doesn't know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, is he so angry that he hurts everyone?" ”

At this time, the people who had not left looked at Gu Xi again, only to find that half of the gauze was exposed on the right forehead of this beautiful little girl, where the brim of the hat was pressed.

Oh, it seems to be a little vase with no acting skills.

Du Yueqi was stunned for a moment, almost didn't catch the words, and his eyes turned:

"That's not, our director has always been tolerant of beauties, she was scared when she hung Weiya, and she fell when she didn't move properly."

Smack——!

A particularly solid slap slapped Du Yueqi's face, and the latter was so stunned that he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

Covering her face and turning her head a little angrily, Du Yueqi looked at the woman who was looking at her condescendingly, and her heart was suddenly shocked.

Song Yixue covered her mouth again: Oops, it's scary!

A group of media & guests inside and outside the circle: Gu Xi's funeral was shocked to see 18th-tier artists tearing and smashing the scene?

"Miss Du, it's really a noble person who forgets things."

The girl's voice is a little rustling due to illness, like a feather scratching the tip of people's hearts, just right, and it makes people tickle.

The premise is to ignore the unceremonious taunt in this voice, and look like a retarded look.