She looked at Song Jia carefully.

The body and face maintenance of female stars are always on the front line, so even if Song Jia is almost forty years old this year, her skin is still white and tender, except for being slightly haggard due to lack of water, she is also in her twenties on the surface, young and beautiful.

But Jiang Xun didn't care about this.

She didn't see the wound on Song Jia's appearance, nor did she smell blood on her.

Very good.

Song Jia has always been in the limelight, and she is naturally used to the gaze of others, but now that the situation is special, she can't help but wonder: "Miss Jiang, what's wrong?" ”

"Have you seen Wen Congran?" Jiang Xun asked directly.

"Huh?" Song Jia was stunned, and then realized something: "... You, they arranged to come to find Wen Congran? ”

She was flexible in her thinking, and she instantly figured out the cause and effect from Jiang Xun's question.

Jiang Xun nodded and admitted this statement: "Well, the director told me that he may not be able to leave alone." ”

So in the name of beauty, let her go into the mountains to help.

The show is in the form of recording and post-editing, and there is a high probability that their conversation will be a little boring, and there is a high probability that it will not be cut into the feature film, and they have no scruples when they chat.

"I haven't seen him." Song Jia said.

To be precise, she had a fight with Wen Congran the day before yesterday and beat the other party away, until the show officially started filming today, and she had never seen Wen Congran.

However, when it came to this, Song Jia was also angry: "He was so dignified that he insisted that I apologize to him, originally I thought that I did have a problem, so I wanted to invite him to a meal and turn the conflict into a jade silk." As a result, he refused to give up, and insisted that I kneel down and apologize in front of everyone. ”

The guests temporarily formed a team and changed teammates, which is not a big deal at all in a variety show with an entertainment nature as the premise, and can even make some unexpected variety show effects because of this, so as to win the attention and laughter of the audience.

Song Jianeng accepted Wen Congran's proposal to mediate with him to change teammates because everyone was in the same family, and the company also asked her to take care of her juniors, so she agreed.

Who would have thought that Wen Congran would have to make more excessive demands.

Can Song Jia endure it?

didn't give Wen Congran hair to the bald, so she was merciful.

She has always been not afraid of things, and the fledgling Wen Congran is too tender in front of her.

Jiang Xun listened carefully, and then she grabbed a certain point in Song Jia's words: "Have you touched Wen Congran's blood?" ”

"Yes," Song Jia nodded, "he couldn't beat me, and he accidentally stepped on the banana peel under his foot and fell, breaking his head." When I pulled him, he slapped my hand all over with his bloody hand. ”

She saw that he fell miserably, and the person stood straight and stunned in place, afraid that something would happen, so she went to help.

Who would have wanted to be put on a table by that kid, his hands were covered with blood from his forehead, and it took half a pack of tissues to wipe them clean.

At that time, the show had already started filming, there was no water around, and it was still a borrowed photographer's tissue.

"Where's the paper?" Jiang Xun's eyes fell on Song Jia's hand, "Is it still there?" ”

Although the production team stopped filming halfway because of Wen Congran, after restarting filming, the six guests did not go out of the mountains.

There's a good chance that the bloody paper is still there.

Sure enough.

Song Jia turned the bag behind him in front of him with his backhand, "Yes, throwing garbage here may pollute the environment, so Xinxin and I will put the garbage in garbage bags." ”

Prepare to wait until the shoot is over before throwing it away.

She took out the black garbage bag from her backpack, and didn't understand why Jiang Xun needed bloody tissues, but Jiang Xun had saved them after all, and she asked about things that had been used, so she had no reason not to give them.

A ball of paper stained with dark red blood lies in an open garbage bag.

There is other garbage around, dyeing the paper balls in a colorful color.

The weather is hot and humid, bacteria grow quickly, garbage rots, and the smell is quite unpleasant.

Jiang Xun's stomach suddenly rolled, his face was slightly pale, and he wanted to vomit a little.

She doesn't usually do that.

I guess it's because I'm carrying that egg.

Holding back the discomfort, she magically took out gloves, lighters, lamps and other tools from her backpack.

Ye Xinxin was shocked: "Sister Jiang Xun, where did you find these?" ”

Jiang Xun put on his gloves, picked up the two wooden sticks around him and broke them, made them into a shelf, picked out the paper ball from the garbage bag, and then quickly threw it into something like a lamp like a hot potato.

The lantern is very delicately made, about 20 centimeters high, like a goblet for drinking, and the top lampshade is made into a hollow style, carved with the pattern of the other side flower.

Intuition told Ye Xinxin that this was not prepared by the production team.

The lamps are beautiful, but they are of no practical use.

Could it be that it is used to light up the lights when camping at night?

What does it do if the wind blows and can be extinguished?

Jiang Xun motioned to Song Jia to put away the garbage bag, and waited until the unpleasant smell on the tip of his nose dissipated a little before he slowly spoke: "I found it in the material box." ”

She wasn't lying.

These things were sent to her by Ji Jie through the back door after communicating with the director.

A sleeve arrow at the beginning, and the equipment is all about fighting.

Even if you have a special task, the rules must be followed.

But supplies can be flexible.

She polished the lighter and approached the paper ball, and the fragile paper was ignited in an instant, and it didn't take long for all the paper balls to burn quickly, and then turn into ashes.

All that remained was the smoke condensed above the lampshade.

There is no dissipation, and there is no overflow from the hollow position.

Ye Xinxin and Song Jia were amazed.

However, what was even more shocking was that Jiang Xun gently blew into the thick smoke, and the smoke that was about to solidify into a fog directly converged into a thin wisp, extended, and extended.

It is as if it has life, and it floats into the distance with a purpose.

The photographer was so frightened that he could barely hold the camera.

Ye Xinxin covered her mouth in surprise.

Song Jia was also very surprised, she has made movies, from ancient times to the present, she has filmed a lot of ancient dramas and Xianxia dramas, so she naturally knows that one of the protagonists in the movie is in trouble, and what treasures the other party has used to burn the other party's objects, looking for a lover.

But it's a movie, it's a fake!

She knew very well that she was living in reality, that there were things she was familiar with, that her body was warm, and that it hurt to pinch it.

Not a dream.

So, what the hell is going on?!

Song Jia's thoughts in his heart are also the thoughts of everyone present.

Jiang Xun bent down and picked up the intoxicating lamp, caught a glimpse of their expressions out of the corner of his eye, and said in a warm voice: "Don't be afraid, this cigarette is only for finding people, and it won't hurt people." ”

Is that the point?!

Jiang Xun didn't have time to explain to them, she had to follow the smoke to find Wen Congran's traces, and then walked away.

The back is so cold that it can't be done.

As a special guest, the director arranged for her to shoot with her, and for fear of accidents, he also arranged three of them.

Two of them hurriedly chased after them, and the remaining one explained to Ye Xinxin.

After the photographer finished speaking, Ye Xinxin was completely shocked, but her round eyes were particularly shiny.

"There really are such mysterious people in this world!"

Song Jia was well-informed, and was a little surprised at first, but now he also accepted, "Then you can follow quickly, Wen Congran... Forget it, just protect Miss Jiang. ”

At this moment, Miss Jiang herself, who was being taken care of, was standing in front of a cave and twisting her eyebrows, with a different color on her face.