Amnesia screenwriter picked it up

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The assignment is finally over, but except for Duan Yinmo, everyone else has a little resentment in their hearts.

Everyone hopes to work together with Duan Yinmo, even if the other party is a burden to do nothing, they can grit their teeth and accompany Duan Yinmo, but the newcomer Zhang Lin also took this opportunity away.

Zhang Lin actually didn't think it was a good thing. The moment she was held by Duan Yinmo, she seemed to be electrified, and she walked with Duan Yinmo for a while with the same hands and feet. react to.

When she came to her senses, Duan Yinmo also came back to her senses, let go of her hand calmly, and silently put some distance away from her.

Zhang Lin also had a bad feeling in his heart: Boss, what is your attitude towards me? You were very close to me just now, but you left me cold when you left the crowd? Are you deliberately trying to trick me into a fight?

Duan Yinmo didn't know what Zhang Lin was thinking too. She was at the location where Yunpchangpxiaopzhup head couldn't be photographed, and a trace of shame flashed across her face. This was the first time in her memory that she took the initiative to pull In Zhang Linye's hand, Zhang Linye's fingers were slender and well-defined, probably because she was too thin. When holding her, he didn't dare to use too much force, for fear of hurting those small bones.

Perhaps it was because of the rain that had just rained on the island, Zhang Linye's palms were still cold, Duan Yinmo looked back at her, and asked softly: "Is it cold?"

"It's not cold." Zhang Lin was also born with a cold body, and her hands and feet were always cold, but she had gotten used to it after so many years.

After Duan Yinmo got the answer, he was stunned for a while, and then asked in a twitch: "Is it hot?"

"No, it's not hot."

This time it was Zhang Lin who was also in a daze. After answering in a daze, she carefully stared at the back of the great god: Am I being asked warmly?

Thinking back to Xiaodai back then, standing in front of her with a pouting mouth, holding her hand and rubbing it in the palm of his hand, and asking her in a breath from time to time: "Xiao Ye, is it warm?"

That's the real hustle and bustle!

Sure enough, Xiaodai is the best.Even if they have the same face, this person is not her little fool.

Zhang Lin also clenched his fists secretly, the light in his eyes changed slightly, and his mood suddenly became worse. She really wanted to stay a little longer.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Duan Yinmo didn't know why he had a different kind of affection for Zhang Lin. Obviously, the data investigation showed that they had no relationship before, but every look of Zhang Linye seemed to touch her heart.

"Duan, screenwriter Duan. May I ask how to find fluff?" Zhang Lin also asked carefully. After all, Duan Yinmo seemed to be walking in a leisurely courtyard along the way, and he didn't see her looking for any dry fluff at all. floc.

Duan Yinmo didn't answer her directly, but looked at the bushes not far away: "It's almost there."

Zhang Lin had no choice but to continue to follow her silently. The ground was very muddy, and the photographers who followed almost slipped.

"The road ahead is difficult, you wait for me here, I'll just go there." Duan Yinmo turned back and said to Zhang Linye and the photographer.

How could Zhang Lin let Duan Yinmo go alone? Even if she agreed, Duan Yinmo's fans would not agree.

But before she could say her refusal, Duan Yinmo signaled her with his eyes.

"Then be careful yourself." Zhang Lin didn't want to be aggressive anymore, after all, she walked very hard step by step along the way, and if she followed Duan Yinmo, she might become a burden and implicate Duan Yinmo.

The photographer who followed Duan Yinmo cried silently in his heart. He really didn't want to carry on with the burden, and he didn't know whether it was God pitying him or Duan Yinmo heard his heartfelt voice. Duan Yinmo said to the photographer: "You Stay, too. It's not easy to pass with a camera on your shoulders."

The photographer couldn't be the same as Zhang Lin, and generally said to stay and stay, he shook his head and refused, Duan Yinmo stopped talking, and motioned him to follow carefully.

The photographer cried inwardly, why didn't he warn Zhang Linye with his eyes just now?

As long as Duan Yinmo is a little bit tougher, he has a reason to explain to the program crew that it's not that he doesn't want to follow, but that the screenwriter Duan dislikes him and refuses to let him follow.

The plan fell through, and she could only follow Duan Yinmo with the heavy camera on her shoulders. Duan Yinmo felt that the people behind him were walking hard, but she didn't want to help at all. She just turned around when the other party stopped to rest and gasped for breath. He glanced at it and said softly, "Don't move, there is a snake at your feet."

The photographer was so frightened that he stood still and didn't dare to move, Duan Yinmo continued: "It's a non-toxic one, don't worry, come here."

Goddess, please finish your sentence at once next time.

After the photographer stepped over the rocks on the stream, Duan Yinmo muttered softly: "I don't know if she eats snakes or not."

The photographer couldn't help but shed a cold sweat. None of the entertainers and guests here would eat snakes, insects, rats and ants.

"It doesn't matter, I'll take it back first."

After the words were finished, Duan Yinmo took a wooden stick and picked it on the snake's abdomen, and then quickly grabbed the snake firmly. When the snake was about to wrap around her wrist, Duan Yinmo stretched the snake farther away, and then He took out a knife from his waist and cut off the snake's head without hesitation. Seeing the headless snake bleeding on her hand, the photographer couldn't help swallowing. This was the first time he took pictures in his life. Bloody and brutal scenes.

At this moment, the image of Duan Yinmo, the goddess of abstinence who stands tall and does not eat the fireworks of the world, completely collapsed at this moment.

Duan Yinmo put the snake away, and washed the blood off his hands by the stream.

Finally, I entered the bushes, took out a knife and cut the bark on the tree, collected a lot of dry velvet inside the bark, and wrapped it with a few dry leaves.

On the way back, she was still in a pretty good mood. The moment she held the snake in her hand, Duan Yinmo unconsciously said, "The snake meat tastes pretty good."

In the live room----

Overdue Love: No no no, I followed the wrong show.

Time is worthless: My eyes hurt a bit, the goddess is different from what I imagined.

Memories are vulnerable: Snakes or something, probably no guest artist will eat them.

Yan Huan: Am I the only one who finds it bloody and exciting?

Duan Yinmo looked at the snake in his hand, and began to think about how to clean it later, and turned his head to ask the photographer from time to time: "How about roasting it directly? Let's boil it. There is no seasoning on the island. It should be cooked." taste, boil it with some sea water, it will definitely not work raw."

At first, the photographer was more afraid of being up close, but now he was hiding from a distance of five steps to take pictures of her. The goddess was no longer something he could understand.

This also caused complaints from many viewers in the live broadcast room. After all, everyone is more obsessed with the beauty of the goddess than they are afraid of the snake.

Seeing Zhang Linye, Zhang Lin also just wanted to say thank you for your hard work, but a headless snake was directly in front of him, which seemed to be still dripping blood.

The audience who were paying attention to Zhang Linye's camera were so frightened by this sudden scene that they threw away their mouse or mobile phone, and stepped back a few steps with a scream.

Before they were relieved, Zhang Linye's surprised voice came from the screen: "Wow, what a fat snake."

"Yeah, let's cook it later." Duan Yinmo said cheerfully, she believed that Zhang Lin would also like it, and her intuition was right.

Not only was Zhang Lin not afraid, but he stretched out his hand to take it, looked at the fat snake and thought for a while and said, "It smells delicious even when roasted."

"Then let's bake it." Duan Yinmo subconsciously never thought of asking other people's opinions, Zhang Lin also said what it was.

When they arrived at the base where they gathered with everyone, Xue Nianyu had worked tirelessly to prepare the firewood, but Zheng Qijun and others returned empty-handed.

Qu Chen’s harvest was not bad, he brought back some wild fruits, and said to everyone: “I used to eat this kind of fruit when I was shooting on location. Fill your belly."

Duan Yinmo frowned and looked at it, finally took the fruit in his hand and looked at it carefully, and then said: "This is not zhuertao, this kind of fruit is quite similar to zhuertao, but the zhuertao is very smooth. The tiny hairs on the outside of this fruit are an uncommon wild fruit and are poisonous."