Black-bellied Movie Emperor’s Clever Wife

On the second day, 皛 皛 was the first one to start. Her biological clock did not allow her to be lazy. As usual, she took a morning run with sesame seeds and bought back breakfast by the way.

After running home in the morning, Jing Sa and An Hui were still awake. She took a cool shower, changed her clothes, and started to collect the garbage left by the girlfriends ’night, and sorted the cans and packaging bags on the coffee table into the garbage bags. Throw it and sweep the floor clean again. Heel touched Jing Sa and placed it on the briefcase. The lid was not locked. When dumping, some of the documents inside were spilled.

He turned down and was about to pack up. When he looked down, he saw a picture. The boy in the picture was about 7 years old. His clothes were covered with dirt, and the original color could not be seen. The neck had obvious bruises. His hands and feet were **** with twine, his eyes closed, his face pale, apparently dead, the photo was glued to a file of paper with the boy's name, birthplace, time of disappearance, time of death, and forensic identification .

Shao's hand shook, and she found that there were more than one such picture, and there were at least five children below, exactly the same age, exactly the same way of death.

These children turned out to be victims of kidnapping.

It is not uncommon for the kidnappers to tear the ticket, but the ransom has not been delivered.

She opened the information and wrote: The kidnapper asked for the ransom through the mail. The amount, location, and time were clearly written, but the kidnapper did not appear on the day the ransom was delivered, and the contact was lost afterwards.

"Lord, did you see my slippers?"

Jing Sa rubbed her sleepless short hair and walked out of the room. She was asking, seeing the information in her hand, she was stunned.

He was also trembling, and the clear black eyes flashed a trace of annoyance, and quickly stuffed the documents in his hand into Jing Sa's briefcase.

"I bought breakfast and eat while it's hot!"

Jing Sa wanted to say something openly, and saw her so obviously pull the topic away, and then swallowed it back.

At this time, An Hui also woke up, heard breakfast, and ran to the dining table, seeing only soy milk and steamed buns, complaining, "How come there is no steamed buns, I want to eat steamed buns!"

"I'm going to buy!" Mr. Xu quickly put on his coat.

"I also want salty soy milk, remember to add more soy sauce and spicy oil." An Hui ordered.

Nodded nodding, she opened the door and walked out. After closing the door, she leaned back on the door and looked up at the ceiling. She silently pulled a corner of her mouth as if she was laughing at herself, and finally disappeared lightly and recovered Consistent indifference.

After breakfast, the three parted ways, Jing Sa rushed to the Public Security Bureau, and An Hui rushed straight to the airport.

The assistant completed the check-in procedures, and An Hui took the 皛 皛 directly into the first class of the plane through the VIP channel. She knew that the 皛 皛 hated many people, so she tried to avoid the crowd.

An hour and a half later, the plane landed steadily. The assistant had already arranged everything. As long as Qian followed An Hui, the two quickly got on the crew of the crew and rushed to the film and television city.

The film and television city in City B is a large-scale comprehensive tourist area integrating tourism, vacation, leisure and sightseeing. It is quite famous in China and has become the most filmed scene in China, with the most complete supporting facilities, the longest historical span, and the largest film and television in the world. The shooting base has attracted many film and television directors from home and abroad to come to the scene for shooting. Many popular movies and TV series are produced here.

Here, there is a crew filming at each scenic spot, and many cars will have the crew's name written on the front.

An Hui wore big sunglasses masks and pulled the scare to avoid the flow of people. In addition to tourists, most of them were mass actors. While waiting for the show, they also dreamed of looking for opportunities.

The assistant opened the way for them and quickly entered a large yard.

Look at the architectural style like the Song Dynasty, built the temple on the left, built the altar on the right, pavilion pavilion, hall pavilion, everything, red walls and yellow tiles, clouds jade wall, magnificent and spectacular.

An Hui found a secluded corner, and let him stay there, so he went to the martial arts guide.

He tried to stand in the corner as far as possible, away from crowded places, but despite this, he could not resist the lively crowds, and they should be dressed as mass actors.

The domestic mass actors are also divided into three, six, nine, etc., and are divided into ordinary actors and special actors. Ordinary actors are recruited to play "Passerman", earning tens of yuan a day, and some can be mixed with lunch.

Like the female supporter, the coffin, and the dead, no one likes to perform such a role, and the remuneration for acting is quite low, generally 5 yuan or 10 yuan. There are mass actors who are in good health trying out some beaten characters, and the crew often hit the soles of the fists and soles for realism, which is only 30 yuan.

Because of the taboo involved, some "sophisticated" crews will have additional red envelopes for actors who carry coffins, Dai Xiao, or the dead, but they are only 5 yuan or 10 yuan.

Very few actors who pass Mandarin and have a good image can be mixed into "special mass actors". After mixing to this level, the daily reward is 500 to 1,000 yuan, and there are relatively many lines, but not every day. If these actors have good luck, they will encounter some good dramas and good movies. After they are aired, they will be famous for a while, but they are only short-lived.

This kind of world is not what Lim likes. It is too bright and beautiful. She prefers to live in obscurity for a lifetime. At least a lot of things will not happen.

After a while, An Hui walked over with a middle-aged woman in her forties, and the other person's dress should be the martial arts guidance that looked down on her in An Hui's mouth.

Most of the martial arts coaches are men, and women are very few in martial arts coaching. An Hui once said that she is very famous in this circle, and Xuan Xuan instantly understood why she looked down on An Hui.

Martial arts coaches do n’t look at their faces, they look at their strength and technology. They play a very important role behind the martial arts film. They can make up a whole world. They have to pay hard work and hardship that are indescribable. , Male guide may be better, female guide, An Hui may be the person she despised the most.

From afar, I heard An Hui begging while walking, "Sister Lin, please, the last time, you have to play that set of actions again, without breaking down, I will just watch it again."

Sister Lin scorned, "You haven't learned it a dozen times before, how to get back to it one day has become a trick."

An Hui heard her sarcasm, but did not turn back, "I have my way!"

Xu Zhen was hiding behind a tree at the moment, and she could hear the conversation between the two, but Sister Lin could not see her.

An Hui kept rubbing her lips, and Sister Lin was still looking down on people, and waved her to interrupt her. "It's okay to ask me to teach you, but okay, this is the last time, you have to learn again No, just resign with the director. I do n’t want to waste a good set of actions on you. "

When it comes to this, it is too dignified to beg Bai Lai again, An Hui promised, "Okay!"

Sister Lin no longer embarrassed her and took the assistant's sword behind her, "Then you see clearly!"

Martial arts instructors generally have drama skills and martial arts skills. Their own skills are not innate, but accumulated through acquired learning. Many martial arts instructors are from Peking Opera schools, and a small number are born in the family of kung fu, Lin Sister belongs to the latter, and she has practiced martial arts since she was a child.

Moving away from the rabbit, still like a virgin, her arms like a water divider, she is vigorous, her left hand punches from the waist, turns the horse step into the lunge, the sword in the right hand makes the streamer fly, and an oolong plate hits. Then he took another spinner, fluttered on the ground, with his hands in shape, appeared in a virtual step, and flowed in clouds and water.

After a set of movements, An Hui saw her eyes full of flowers, remembered the back, and forgot the front. She secretly looked at Zan Xuan, and Zan Xuan nodded at her, meaning that she had already remembered the move. It's the same as writing strokes.

Sister Lin stopped and asked An Hui: "How? Remember?"

An Hui said with a blushing heart, "Remember!"

Sister Lin didn't believe it, "Then you can show me again."

"What are you in a hurry, my part is the day after tomorrow, and then you will know that I am great."

Sister Lin hummed, "Just blow it!" Suddenly pointed the sword, "Look!"

The sword is fake and can't hurt people, but An Hui is still terrified.

Zumiao came step by step, and I didn't know when there was a branch in his hand, blocking Sister Lin's attack.

Sister Lin did not expect anyone else, but was also surprised, "Who are you?"

An Hui was hiding behind the scarp, and leaned out of her head and answered, "My Master!" He whispered to the scare again, "how did you come out?"

He replied, "Condition reflex!" When she was a child, An Hui was naughty. Every time something went wrong, she would protect her like this.

"It turns out that there is an expert behind me!"

An Hui saw that it was pierced, and it was not ashamed, "What about you, you refuse to teach me, naturally someone teaches me."

Sister Lin is still very confident in herself, she does not believe that someone can remember all the actions after watching it.

With a branch in his hand, Xu Zhen played the action just now. There was nothing wrong with it. There was more cleverness than Sister Lin. The smooth movement was like a ink painting, which made Sister Lin stunned.

An Hui shouted at the side, more confident, and grinned at Sister Lin, "How is it? Afraid! Now someone teaches me, don't worry about it."

He stopped the movement, but his face was very tight, and said to An Hui, "I can't teach you this movement."

An Hui exclaimed, "Why?"

"It will hurt you!"

"What do you mean?"

Sister Xiang Xianglin, who was cold, said, "This set of movements is too particular about waist and hip cooperation, beautiful moves, but the joints are not smooth, and it is easy to strain the ligament. If you have martial arts foundation, there is no problem. You will enter the hospital without waiting for the training session. "

Sister Lin's face was white, and she continued, "It's not serious, but enough to hurt people for a few days!" She paused and looked at the assistant standing behind Sister Lin, "The person beside you The assistant is different. It can be seen that he has practiced martial arts since he was a child. The makeup should be very photogenic. The body is similar to Hui Hui, but the nose is like you. The age is not like your daughter. I guess it should be Your brother or sister's child. "

"What are you talking about?" Sister Lin irritated.

Xiaozhu quickly grabbed her hand and pressed her pulse gate. "Heart beats quickly." He looked at her neck sideways again. "The arteries fluctuate obviously, and the palm begins to sweat. This is a sign of guilty conscience."

Sister Lin shook off her hand, "You ... don't talk nonsense!"

An Hui understands the meaning no matter how stupid it is.

"It turns out that you want to hurt me! I said why do you always take this assistant to sway in front of the director? It turned out that you wanted to bring your relatives into the entertainment industry."

The more she wanted, the more angry she rushed to the front of the 皛 皛, shaking her finger, pointing at Sister Lin ’s nose, “You are too deceiving!

Sister Lin saw that the incident was unrevealed, and it was not easy to attack. The people around her also felt the movements here and looked at it one after another. She didn't want to make things big.

"I don't know what you are talking about, anyway ... Anyway, if the day after Anhui Hui is not enough, he will resign." After that, people slipped away.

An Hui stomped angrily, "How can you let her go!"

"Aren't you going to turn over, how can you turn over when you and her are stiff."

"Then what should I do? I don't want to go to the hospital."

"I will make some changes on the basis of her moves, the style remains the same. According to your character image, I think it will be better to be softer. You can show it to the director. If he is not stupid, it should be Choose ours, you will also practice better, work hard at night, at least you will not be too embarrassed to play. "

An Hui's mood immediately turned cloudy, "I'll take you to the director now, and quickly resolved the matter."

There were more people in it, props technicians, photographers, lighting engineers, photographers, various actors and actresses, a lot of lesbians, vocals, all the way in, the chap seemed uncomfortable, somehow anxious, watching the black pressure People, she just feels her head swell, let go of An Hui's hand, "I won't go in, I will stay here."

An Hui knew her concerns and did not reluctantly, "Then you are waiting for me here, I will come back immediately."

He looked for a corner again, and his eyes were alert to the crowd.

One of the symptoms of PTSD is suspicious, especially in this group of people, she doesn't know any one, making her palpitate.

After waiting for a long time and not seeing An Hui coming back, she began to sweat with palms, and more and more people started to lean towards her corner. She avoided the inevitable and was crowded into the crowd.

In the big house not far away, the director is talking to Kangxi, and the makeup artist is busy helping him to make up.

The director grumbled a lot. Like no chance to say it in the future, the director and Kangxi cooperated many times. It was the one who once cried and told Kangxi that he was not NG at the awards ceremony. Before the shooting, he was like a machine gun. The same goes on.

This drama is a costume drama, and the dynasty was overhead. In recent years, the conditions of film and television dramas have been relaxed a lot, so that many online novels have the opportunity to be put on the screen.

In the play, Kangxi acted as an illegitimate child of the royal family and walked step by step as the king of God. His costume has always been the favorite of fans.

At this moment, the lights were light and foggy. His purple hair was tied with purple ribbons, and his purple robe was like a jade man made of flawless beautiful jade. It was more like a cold and blooming moonlight proudly blooming.

Underneath, some actresses have become obsessed with it, and obviously haven't come to their scenes to join in the fun, and the more people there are, the more they will gather.

In this scene, there is a scene of concubine. The director pointed to the extra actor on one side and let Kangxi choose a few to be his concubine.

Kangxi thought it was just fine, but it was not his real wife. He saw that women were two eyes, one nose, and one mouth. There was no difference at all. Seeing that the director was still chattering, he had no choice but to face him. Heap actresses look ...

The group of actresses were all put on makeup, dressed in colorful costumes, high-end buns, beading, and jingling, all express their utmost effort, and the scare happened to be squeezed into it, wearing a black trench coat, although small , Still very eye-catching.

Kangxi's eyes were cloudy, as if his father saw her mother.

A small face buried deep in memory overlaps with her at the moment. The small face plate is as white as porcelain, but then the round eyes become apricot eyes, and the nose and lips are still the same outline.

Suddenly, the turbidity in his eyes became stronger, "Director, wait a minute, let me stand up first!"

"Ah?" The director flipped through the script. "Lihou? Where does it come from, without this scene."

For a while, the noise of her ears made her inexplicable anxiety.

She squeezed out of the crowd and found an open space, breathing heavily, covering her ears to calm herself down, but her mind kept tumbling and buzzing.

Kangxi came behind her and wanted to say hello to her shoulder.

Xu Zhen felt that there was someone behind him, and her nerves were already stretched to the limit, so when Kangxi reached over, her body actively determined that there was an enemy attack, grabbed Kangxi ’s elbow, quickly cut in, and used her back as a fulcrum to make it out. The principle of leverage throws Kangxi out.

Commonly known as-over the shoulder.

The nirvana in Judo!

Over-the-shoulder throwing does not require too much force, because judo pays attention to four or two pounds, but the person thrown out is different.

Kangxi only felt the pain of turning around and smashing on the ground, spreading all over his limbs, and his eyes suddenly turned black, and he could see nothing.

He has always been the focus of attention. Many people ’s eyes will follow him, and they have all seen this scene. The closest to him is a master who blows the wind. The slide of the hand presses the switch of the giant fan. Thick, dark black hair exposed, exposing her beautiful but murderous little face.

Geng Bumei sat in Kangxi ’s exclusive actor ’s lounge chair and drank tea, because there was a dinner in the evening, and he wanted to participate with Kangxi. He was waiting on the set. When Kangxi came out from inside, his eyes followed him habitually. Running, naturally saw this shocking scene, a sip of tea spewed out on the spot.

He couldn't believe his eyes. The petite girl even dropped Kangxi's 187cm tall, 80kg man.

Kangxi lay on the ground for a long time and did not get up. Geng did not sleep and knelt on the ground angrily shouting at him, "Kangxi, how are you? Wake up!"

Kangxi didn't respond, and Geng was in amazement. He rolled up his sleeves and slapped his face. When he saw that he still didn't move, he was so anxious that he shouted, "Long live! You wake up!"

Long live the nickname of Kangxi, everyone in the room knows it, so it is not strange to see it.

There was a new actor who was a newcomer, acting for the first time and acting as an eunuch. He was always nervous. With his eyes closed in the corner, he kept silently reciting the lines. He could n’t help hearing Geng ’s words, which happened to be his own line. dialogue.

When he was nervous, he shouted, "His Majesty the Emperor, Bin Tian!"

Suddenly, the whole scene was rioted.

On the other side, the producer of this drama, Qi Lihua, was also there. She was frightened first, but after seeing the scary face, the whole person shivered like crazy, and the little secret next to her was shocked. .

Qi Lihua pinched at the little secret for a while, "I see it, the style of painting is unified!"

Qi Lihua is a well-known producer in China. She and Kangxi have worked on many films. The most troublesome thing is that someone always told her that the hostess is not beautiful enough and Kangxi station is like a set board. This problem makes her a heart disease. , Thinking day and night.

Now, she finally found a style comparable to Kangxi.

"Who is that girl?" She asked, holding Xiaomi's hand.

"I don't know, it doesn't look like it's in our circle."

Qi Lihua reacted quickly, and hurriedly ran to the 皛 皛, must not let her run.

An Hui is faster than Qi Lihua. She is different from everyone else. She is scared that 皛 皛 is sick, and when she is finished, she beats Kangxi.

While others were paying attention to Kangxi, she ran out of the trap and pushed her to her assistant directly at the door. "Hurry to the airport and take her back. You can't use the crew's car to call a taxi. "

The assistant saw that she was so desperately anxious that she didn't dare to ask why, and quickly escorted him to the airport.

Inside, Kangxi finally woke up, looking up without seeing the scarlet face, the face was so black that it made people tremble.

Twenty-two years later, in the second round: he is still extremely tragic!