come to the bowl

A burning burning sensation faintly emanated from the abdomen, along with the nerves all the way up to the forehead, and exploded bit by bit at the tiny ends.

so hungry.

Qiao Qiao frowned, and gently pressed her hands on her abdomen, as if this could alleviate the increasingly urgent hunger.

In this wilderness, box lunches are not easy to bring in, and the white garbage produced is also difficult to dispose of. The assistant director in charge of logistics specially hired a chef to cook, and a large cart of ingredients is delivered every two or three days to ensure everyone's nutrition. balanced.

Right now, not far away, they are eating.The aroma of the vegetables inevitably drifted to Qiao Qiao, hitting her sense of smell again and again.

Tomato scrambled eggs, braised pork, boiled fish...

With every breath, the burning sensation in the body becomes more and more intense.A thin layer of sweat had already oozed from Qiao Qiao's forehead, and even her fingertips trembled uncontrollably.

The cold wind hit her ankles that were exposed to the air and still oozing blood. The biting coldness formed a strong contrast with the burning sensation at the temples, and impacted her fragile nerves.

Qiao Qiao forced herself to close her eyes tightly, showing pain on her face.

For a while, I have to maintain this state. The more uncomfortable I am, the better I can enter the state of the role.

For Qiao Qiao, filming is not only a job, but also a process of competing with herself.

Even in a few seconds of footage, she hopes to present the character's image in the best possible way.

Finally, they finished their meal, and the smell gradually dissipated.The shooting task was tight and there was no lunch break. After eating, everyone went back to the set to prepare for the next scene.

"All departments, everyone, get ready!" As soon as Wei Qian picked up the horn, the others quickly returned to their positions very consciously, waiting for him to start shouting.

Qiao Qiao's footsteps were a bit vain, but after a short rest, her expression was still clear.

The makeup artist came over with a concealer in his hand and wanted to cover her lips. When she took a closer look, she found that Qiao Qiao's lips had no blood at all, so she only added some base makeup.

The staff put the shackles on her feet again, and when Qiaoqiao put the basket on her back again, a lightning bolt struck her mind, and she felt dizzy for a moment.

She lowered her eyes, and the oppression of the heavy body made her gradually enter the scene.

Seeing that all other problems on the field have been taken care of, Wei Qian raised his horn without hesitation: "Attention all departments! Action!"

Jiang Wei transported the last basket of ore up the mountain, and was finally able to rest for a while.

She put her hands on her shoulders and rubbed them mechanically and numbly.

Every day is repeated labor, repeated torture, and repeated loneliness.

The death of his father became a fault in Jiang Wei's life.Since then, all the previous brilliance has disappeared, and everything in life seems to be a depressing gray tone. Large areas are spread and dyed around her body, gradually forming an invisible net, entwined around her body, and bound her more and more. It's getting tighter.

Even breathing will involve the wounds all over the body.

Jiang Wei suddenly felt very sad, and didn't know the meaning of living in such a daze day after day.

Jiang Wei got up, walked to the sparsely populated back mountain, and sat quietly by himself.

The wind blew the corners of her wet eyes a little dry.

She reached into the inner pocket of her clothes, fumbled for a while, and finally found the steamed bun.

Yesterday, a seller of buns and steamed buns passed by the mountain road, and Jiang Wei exchanged the necklace around her neck for a bag of white flour steamed buns.

If it is placed in a pawn shop, the gems on the necklace are absolutely enough to buy a bun shop.But in this poor country, who can appraise the treasure with her?

The steamed bun seller was also a rough man, and he looked at the rice-sized stone on the necklace with disgust, seeing how pitiful the girl was, so he gave her a bag of steamed buns.

How did the small trader know the origin of this necklace, and he said that he had made a loss-making business.

Jiang Wei ate one steamed bun yesterday, but he was reluctant to eat the remaining one, so he put it on his body and hid it carefully.

From yesterday to now, the steamed buns have lost water, wrinkled into small pieces, and become a little dry and hard. The taste is not as good as when it was just out of the cage.

But at this time, Jiang Wei is not picky about any taste, he eats the last meal every day, and even digs the bark.

I don't know when will be the next time I eat refined white noodles.

She swallowed, put the steamed bun in her arms, and stretched out her hands that were shrunk in her sleeves.

The wounded hands left the protection of the sleeves, and were exposed in the bleak air, and the howling cold wind added a bit of sickly purple to it.

Jiang Wei's lips trembled, and he slowly rubbed his hands together.The dirt on the palms drifted away with the wind, and the palms and backs gradually warmed up.

When Jiang Wei was a child, she liked to play with sand and soil. Her mother repeatedly taught her to wash her hands before meals and never serve them dirty.

The mother loved cleanliness and lived a decent life, but eventually died in a dark, damp prison cell that smelled of corruption.

Jiang Wei's eyes were a little hot, and he suddenly remembered something from the past.

The beautiful memories of the past have now turned into repressed pain several times, gnawing at her heart again and again.

It was already riddled with holes.

Suddenly, a burst of brute force struck from behind, but in an instant, his arms were empty.

Jiang Wei jumped up as if being pricked by a needle, looking at those people with horror and anger in his eyes.

"Steamed buns are white flour, good stuff!" The two local ruffian beggars whispered excitedly, their eyes full of complacency.

They were tall and strong, and Jiang Wei was thin and small, so he was naturally not his opponent, so he felt a little weak immediately.

She was angry and frightened, her voice trembling: "It's mine...give it back to me."

"Whoever sees it has a share! I see it and it's mine!" The two of them had no sense of being ashamed of bullying the weak, and they spoke in a rascal tone, "I said why did you come here by hiding here alone? He bought something good, but he didn't remember us!"

As if something was ignited in his body, Jiang Wei trembled all over, and his voice suddenly raised: "Give me back my things!"

She is a general girl, with innate dignity flowing in her blood, how could she be trampled like this!

"It is said that a plucked phoenix is ​​not as good as a chicken. You are so proud when your whole family is dead!"

The other shouted, "Who are you showing me!"

The wound that hadn't yet scabbed was opened bloody, extinguishing the fear.

"Shut up!" Jiang Wei ran over with scarlet eyes and wrestled with the two of them.

Jiang Wei has martial arts. Although he is a little thinner, his foundation is still there.The two beggars looked strong, but they could only use brute force. Jiang Wei moved nimbly, and the lineup of one against two could not be stalemate.

Jiang Wei saw the right time, snatched back the steamed buns, hugged them tightly, and let them chase and beat them fiercely, never letting go again.

Seeing her being so stubborn, the two spat bitterly, and left cursing.

Jiang Wei, who was beaten and lying on the ground, raised his head with difficulty, his eyes were full of sadness.

She didn't know why she was sad.

As if everything looked so sad.

After a lot of fighting, the steamed buns fell to the ground several times. Even though they were wrapped in paper, they were inevitably stained with mud.

But she was very hungry.

Wei Qian pays great attention to reality in filming. These two beggars are not in vain. After a fight, Qiao Qiao took several solid blows.

She had been freezing and starving all day, if she hadn't got down on the ground now, she might not even be able to stand firmly.

The pain of rubbing at the ankle, the blunt stabbing on the back and legs, and the most terrible thing is the burning hunger in the stomach.

Wei Qian sat in front of the monitor, clenching his teeth.

This one has been shot very smoothly so far, it depends on the last shot.

dirty.But there is no way to fake the frontal close-up.

Another gust of cold wind blew through, and the pain all over his body was mixed together, Qiao Qiao was already a little confused.

In extreme situations, how can people remember to pay attention to cleanliness and tidiness?

The steamed buns covered with dirt were extremely dry and hard, but for Qiao Qiao, this was the only option to eliminate hunger.

She almost gobbled it up and bit down.

Jiaying, who was guarding outside the set with a lunch box, didn't dare to watch anymore, she turned around and covered her mouth with tears.

Wei Qian took a deep breath: "Ka!"

He rushed in and helped Qiao Qiao who was trembling uncontrollably: "Thanks for your hard work, my good boy is really hard for you."

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