come to the bowl

Qiao Qiao shook her figure and smiled weakly.

Wei Qian asked someone to tidy up the set, and then personally helped Qiao Qiao to the rest area.

Seeing Qiao Qiao coming out, Jiaying quickly brought over hot water and a towel and blanket: "How about it, come and wipe."

The blanket is preheated, and it can be warmed up quickly when you put it on your body.The hot water in the thermos was not hot, so Qiao Qiao asked Jiaying to hold the bottle and pour water out to wash her hands.

Qiao Qiao took a mouthful of warm water to rinse her mouth, her cold teeth felt slightly sore when they touched the hot water.There was heat on his body and hands, and the consciousness that had been temporarily frozen just now gradually returned.

After Qiaoqiao finished rinsing her mouth, she spit the water into the trash can, and she saw black dots in the water.

A burst of nausea started from nowhere, approaching the throat from all over the body, and finally tied up the entire digestive tract, as if a hammer was pressing down on the base of the tongue.

Qiao Qiao knelt beside the trash can and vomited cleanly.

Embarrassed, she threw a few pieces of paper into the trash can, covered the dirty things inside, and said in a hoarse voice, "Give me some more hot water to rinse my mouth."

Jiaying hurriedly squatted down to feed Qiao Qiao water, and at the same time helped her wipe the corners of her mouth with a wet towel.

After Qiao Qiao rinsed her mouth and chewed a piece of gum, the bitterness in her mouth dissipated, and she felt a lot more relaxed, but her stomach was burning like fire, and she remembered that she hadn't eaten yet.

"Is there anything else to eat?" Qiao Qiao felt that if she didn't eat anything, she might really have to confess to the set in a while.

"Of course!" Jiaying took out the already prepared lunch box from her bag and handed it over.

Although Qiao Qiao was extremely hungry, all she could think about was the next plot. She hadn't finished the drama yet, so she didn't have much appetite. She took a few casual bites and filled her stomach a little.

"Don't you want to eat more?" I didn't pretend to be much, so I didn't know that she ate less.

"Well, I'm not hungry now."

Qiao Qiao didn't rest for long, and then the next scene started again.She quickly removed the blanket and walked towards the set against the cold wind.

The clothes on the body are just right, and the shape is right for you to be cold.

Qiao Qiao used to be proud and distressed of Xie Yuanyi's almost life-threatening professional attitude when filming. At that time, she actually couldn't fully understand that an actor would sacrifice a lot of energy and even his own health for a short shot, just for those few moments. seconds.

Many viewers may look down at a mobile phone, or blink, and skip it.

But she understands now.

An actor's life is long or short, and can be decomposed into countless roles.Some artists are perfunctory, ruining a good character for life, and some artists are down-to-earth, relegated to supporting roles, but they still don't lose the demeanor of the protagonist.

A character's role is limited, but the span of interpretation is endless.

Every minute and every second in front of the camera constitutes the life of an actor.

When the director yelled that "action", what she thought of was not the pay, not the ratings, but to substitute herself into the role.

"Crap!" Wei Qian frowned slightly, Qiao Qiao and the other characters performed well, but there was something wrong.

Rubbing his chin, he tilted his head in thought for a while.After a while, he patted his thigh and said, "Hair, Jiang Wei's hair!"

Qiao Qiao looked at Wei Qian in a daze, and unconsciously stroked the back of his head with his right hand, there was nothing there.

"Give her some fluffing agent or something, how can she be so soft?"

Hei Liangliang's head looks like satin, how does it look like a slave who is malnourished and works as a coolie every day?

Qiao Qiao couldn't laugh or cry at once, can't the hair be too smooth?

But the director is the biggest, anyway, it is for the role, so he can do whatever he says.

With the help of a makeup artist, Qiao Qiao spent a whole day filming the scene with her messy chicken coop hair.

When night fell, Wei Qian finally called it a day, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

It's freezing cold, everyone can't wait to wash up and get on the kang.

After dinner, everyone is also tired today, so we don't chat much, and each of us rests.

Jiaying walked to Qiao Qiao's room with a thick quilt in her arms, and knocked on the door: "It's cooling down again today, why don't you add another quilt?"

"Well, good, hard work."

Jiaying smiled and opened the door, put the quilt on the bed and was about to leave.

She smelled the smell of washing powder, thought of something, turned to Qiao Qiao and said, "This brand of washing powder hurts your hands, I brought a small bottle of laundry detergent, and I'll get it for you... ..."

After seeing the scene in front of her clearly, she froze in place.

After a while, Jiaying said with difficulty: "Why do you wash your hair with washing powder?"

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