Chapter 42: A Symphony in the Woods
Of course, good things are meant to be destroyed.
Just when netizens thought that today's live broadcast was over, there should be nothing to watch.
A snoring sound was heard.
It was as if some great valve had been opened, followed by two more snoring sounds, as if in response to each other.
In the symphony of snoring, there is a particularly unique sound.
Shen Li, who was still cultivating, slowly opened his eyes, as if a golden streamer flashed from his eyes, as if a goddess from nine heavens away had descended to earth.
Then the goddess pursed her lips, her face full of pain from a smile.
There was a rustling sound in the tent, and two people walked out a moment later.
The three of them looked at each other, laughed and bent over.
[Brother Tao and Brother Ting have both blown up]
[What does it mean, the elderly have shallow sleep]
[Please, netizens leave some bamboo shoots for the panda / laugh and cry]
[Very good, it has been explained which handsome guys these three snoring sounds came from]
[The sailors are all laughing crazy, Zihang didn't seem to snore when he participated in other shows before, which means that he is really tired today]
[I've already turned the wrong way for the three of them anyway, and almost all of today's physical work has been contracted by the three of them]
[Same turn, I didn't like them before, but now I think it's okay, I can withstand the live reality show, unlike Zhang]
[Zhang? Why don't you just call me by name]
Hu Tao saw that the red deer was lying next to Shen Li and was very well-behaved, and he felt a lot less jealous in his heart: "It's quite well-behaved, can you touch it?" β
The red deer turned his head faintly and glanced at Shen Li, thinking that he was a friend of this person, it seemed that it was not impossible, and then looked at Hu Tao.
I don't know why, Hu Tao seems to read from its expression.
Cautiously stretched out his hand and touched its waist gently, and He Ting couldn't help but reach over.
The three of them sat down around the still jumping bonfire and listened to Hu Tao talk about the story of filming in the past.
"In the past, martial arts scenes, real knives and real guns, fists to the flesh, I was not a martial artist, but then I took on a scene like this, practiced for half a year, and my whole body was bruised, but it was really fulfilling at that time, but not now."
He just trained for the drama for half a year, and after filming, he did not continue to exercise and maintain his physical fitness, and slowly became an ordinary person.
He Ting thought of the current situation of the industry: "Now the thinking is different, there are always people who think that more scenes are good, but in fact, good plays, good roles, and good dramas are the real formula for getting out of the circle." β
Unlike Hu Tao, He Ting's fan base is not large, he is also more Buddhist, and many times fans are just drama fans, and there are not so many twists and turns.
At the age of thirty-five, he also completed the transformation from an idol faction to a powerful faction.
This kind of emotion also exists in Hu Tao, probably because it will never be able to avoid the coercion of capital in this circle.
The difference is that in the past, if you wanted to stuff people or add drama, you could do the icing on the cake, but now there is only water left.
After saying this, He Ting also chose to stop and encouraged: "Sister, film well and work hard." β
"When I have money, invite my brothers to film, and I will be the biggest capital." Shen Li smiled: "Let's talk about whether it can be done, the cake will be painted first." β
With her gags, Hu Tao's mood is not so heavy, they have long been used to those things, but they inevitably feel a little emotional when they mention it.
Hu Tao: "Your brother is not so easy to invite, the schedule is full." β
"That's not it, a good actor, a hundred schools of thought."
He Ting hurriedly folded his hands, and begged to be let go embarrassedly: "Enough is enough, don't recruit my brother to black." β
"Look at you, if my sister invites me, I'll go if I don't want money." Hu Tao said proudly.
He Ting was speechless: "Can I still ask my sister for money?" β
Shen Li's eyes lit up: "What if it's a reverse payment?" β
Hu Tao: "It's not early, go to bed early, if you can't hold it, go and ask your second brother to get up and keep vigil." β
As he spoke, he stretched his waist and walked towards the symphony.
Shen Li looked at He Ting with big eyes.
"Well, if you call your eldest brother, I'll go to sleep." He Ting's movements were a little restrained, and he just yawned.
[Hahaha, what does it mean to talk about money and hurt feelings? ] This is]
[Should I say it or not, don't want money to act, Shen Li is undoubtedly a pet of the group]
[Although I don't know anything, although there is only one cake, I am still looking forward to Shen Li's success, I don't want to eat the Xiang fed by the capital anymore / vomit]
[Thank you for the invitation, the same person who eats Xiang has been nauseated/vomited/vomited]
Li Lin didn't expect that the three of them would be on the hot search just chatting for a while, but at first glance, this hot search has nothing to do with the three of them, and even the three fans didn't do the data.
It was netizens who spontaneously rushed up.
#ηηΉθΏδΊεΉ΄δ½ εθΏη "Xiang" is not limited to film and television variety
After a night of fermentation, there have been many netizens who have replied spontaneously below, and they have been jokingly called by passers-by: a certain bean low-scoring film and television comprehensive inventory collection, a lightning rod for drama chasers.
Duan Dongjie, who hadn't gone to bed early and got up early for a long time, turned over in a daze, and there was a crisp cry of a bird in his ears, the sea breeze passed through the forest, and the leaves rustled.
The fresh air is mixed with the faint aroma of earth, which is not unpleasant but reassuring.
It took him a while to come to his senses, and he sat up suddenly, and ran out before he had time to put on his shoes.
Shen Li was exercising, wearing long pants and long sleeves, with horse steps firmly tied to his feet, and his hands were swinging softly and firmly.
It seems to be a bit of Tai Chi, but it's completely different.
Shen Li also found Duan Dongjie, smiled at him, and said in a breathy voice, "Morning, Brother Jie." β
"Morning, sister."
Duan Dongjie rubbed his eyes and sat weakly on the side.
When I first woke up, I suddenly thought that I should keep vigil, and I woke up suddenly. Later, when I found that I was still in the tent, I was worried that Shen Li would not wake him up, so I could only keep everyone alone for one night.
Now looking at her energetic exercise, it seems that her restless heart has been calmed down just now.
Looking at Shen Li's movements, he was sure that it was not Tai Chi.
Because he had never seen such an action before.
Involuntarily followed the pose twice, and he slowly lowered it again.
There is nothing difficult in the world, give up immediately.
"Why didn't you wake me up last night?"
Shen Li: "......"
She remembered the snoring sounds in the boys' tent last night, among which Brother Jie was the most special, and the sound was like a little pig humming.
"Hmm~uh~hum~uh~"
The critical moment is also a bit of a subwoofer's dullness.
The three snoring sounds blew up Brother Tao and Brother Ting, if it weren't for the lack of mobile phones, Gao Gao would have recorded a hand for the three of them.
How could she do such a horrific thing as waking up a snorer?
"It's okay, I squinted for a while last night, it was keeping vigil."