come to the bowl

For the sake of shooting effect, Qiao Qiao hasn't drank any water since last night.When the makeup artist turned to pick up the concealer, she raised her hand to touch her lips, which were already dry to the point of cracking.

The texture of the concealer is thick. After applying it on the lips without any primer, the original pink lip color is covered, and the tiny fine lines are enlarged, just like the smooth white jade suddenly spread out. Although the traces of the cracks are subtle, they damage the luster in vain.

A little shadow was applied on the lips, which blurred the beautiful lip shape and made the whole lips look paler.The warm brown eye shadow smudges to the lower eye area, and compared with the fair cheeks, it adds a bit of haggardness.

The overall makeup is very plain, and it looks like he is about to recover from a serious illness.

Qiao Qiao finished modeling and came to the set with the script.Jiaying has already found a reclining chair to rest on. Seeing Qiao Qiao, she waved to her: "Here."

Qiao Qiao walked over according to her words: "Okay, I also found a blanket."

"Hey, Senior Xie asked me to bring this."

A warm current flowed through Qiao Qiao's heart, Dang even sat down and covered her body with it.The fluffy and fine fluff sticks to the body without being tied at all, making it very warm and comfortable.

Qiao Qiao lowered her head slightly, and seemed to be able to smell Xie Yuanyi's body fragrance left on it.Being so cared for by her lover, but unable to see each other, she felt a little sour.

The last time Xie Yuanyi came to see her, in fact, Qiao Qiao's heart could not be described as ecstasy. She began to fantasize about Xie Yuanyi's visit from the first second they separated.

However, Xie Yuanyi is so busy now, and her scenes are arranged in full swing, before the completion of this location shooting, I'm afraid I won't be able to find time to meet her.

Miss her hug, miss her taste, miss her everything.

Qiao Qiao sighed, embraced the blanket, and almost buried half of her face in it.

Jiaying scratched her head, obviously there was only one person, but why did she feel that she was stuffed with dog food again?

Qiao Qiao tidied up her mood, took advantage of the gap before filming, and took out the script to prepare her feelings in advance.

It is deep winter now, the top of the mountain is covered with white snow, and the leaves are yellow and green, which are reflected in layers of amber in the water.It's just that the temperature was too sluggish, but Qiao Qiao was wearing unlined clothes and took off the blanket. She stopped in the middle and couldn't help shivering.

"Put on the blanket, you'll catch the cold." Seeing Qiao Qiao alone with her back to the crowd, staring at the mountains not far away in a daze, Jiaying picked up the blanket and walked over to pass it to her.

"No, I want to blow the wind for a while." Qiao Qiao shook her head, taking a deep breath of the cold wind blowing from the lake, pouring into her chest, making the depression and loneliness come back again and again.

With the scenery as the support and the single clothes as the medium, Jiang Wei's soul was poured into Qiao Qiao's body.

"Actors are ready, all departments are in place!" Wei Qian's voice echoed over the entire venue through the loudspeaker.

Qiao Qiao rubbed her stiff hands, and just wanted to stick out her tongue to lick her chapped lips, but when she thought that it was still covered with makeup, she immediately put it back.

I was so thirsty I couldn't even speak.Qiao Qiao took the wet cotton swab and stirred it in her mouth for a while, barely moistening her throat.

"Pour some hot water for me, and I'll drink it after the filming is over."

"it is good."

Seeing Qiao Qiao enter the set with a thin back, Jiaying sighed, took out a thermos and filled it with hot water, then sat on a chair around the set, watching from a distance.

Qiao Qiao, who entered the set, was completely different from the slightly huddled appearance by the chair just now.

The cold wind blows, her clothes are fluttering, and she is thin, but she strides among the mountains and rivers with a bit of awe-inspiring and decisive chivalry.

However, who would have thought that such a heroic, handsome and crying man would still be smiling foolishly at the goddess just an hour ago?

Jiaying rubbed her nose, secretly lamenting that actors are really born in this profession.

Qiao Qiao who is full of emotions on the set, Qiao Qiao who is usually cheerful and sunny, and Tang Yuan Da Da who is off-line and funny on Weibo... Various personalities overlap without any sense of disobedience, probably Only Qiao Qiao can do it.

Qiao Qiao's opposite role is the famous actor Guo Ni, who has made a lot of achievements in the industry. After shifting his focus to his family a few years ago, he gradually faded out of the film and television business. Occasionally, he basically cooperates with a good director and plays in friendship. Some supporting characters.

Although Qiao Qiao is the protagonist, she knows that she has the least experience in the entire crew, so she must not pretend to be a big one, and when she sees Guo Ni, she is as polite and respectful as she is to other seniors.

The wind was strong in the mountains. After making sure that the radios on the actors were in normal working condition, the scene affairs teacher stepped back out of the camera range and gestured towards Wei Qian who was sitting by the monitor in the distance.

Seeing that all departments were ready, Wei Qian picked up the microphone.

This scene is dominated by the dialogue between Jiang Wei and Qing Yao, and it is the scene in which her attitude towards herself and the future undergoes the most important change.

Qingyao is the head of the Fufeng sect. When passing through the valley by chance, he rescued the dying Jiang Hui, and Jiang Hui's story continued.

"action!"

The camera zooms out far away.From far to near, half of the mountains are hidden in the fog, and half of them spread out layer by layer until the eyes.

In the middle of the confused fog, a lonely figure sat on a round stone.She was wearing light plain coarse cloth clothes, but compared with that pale skin, it was still darker.

Jiang Wei sat there motionless, almost melting into the landscape.Only the black hair casually draped over her shoulders became the only bright color, picking her out of this ink painting.

"I've been sitting all night, I'm afraid I got a lot of cold air, and I drank that dose of medicine yesterday for nothing." Qing Yao walked like light dust, quietly came to sit next to Jiang Wei and sat down.

No answer.

Qing Yao was not annoyed, and accompanied her to look at the distant mountains hidden in the mist: "From night to day, what do you see?"

"Why did you save me?" Jiang Wei finally opened her mouth. The moment she spoke, she realized that her voice was so hoarse, like a broken drum abandoned in a corner.

Jiang Wei laughed at himself, his eyes were ashamed.

Qing Yao caressed her cuffs: "Isn't it good to live?"

Jiang Wei's chest was suffocated, and her breathing couldn't help but speed up. The air was rushing in and out of her trachea, almost draining her entire lungs.

"It's better to be dead."

Qingyao hooked the corners of her mouth almost invisibly, stood up, took off her robe and put it on Jiang Wei: "Instead of sitting here entangled in meaningless life and death, why don't you think about what unfulfilled wish you have, and take advantage of it." It’s still too late, one thing is one thing.”

Memories flowed into Jiang Wei's heart like a dry well like a tide.Tears flowed from her empty eyes, blurring the landscape in front of her eyes.

She shook her head: "No, it's all gone."

Qingyao held her chin: "I took the risk of giving you a strong drug. If it weren't for your strong desire to survive, you wouldn't be able to survive at all."

"At that time, you had hurt your heart and lungs, and you were already extremely weak, but you still missed your parents all the time."

Jiang Wei finally cried bitterly, the wound at the corner of his mouth was torn open, several thin streaks of blood washed down with the tears, and the wet marks on the hem of the clothes were unscrewed with the sound of sobbing.

Her voice changed from small to loud, and gradually changed from the initial forbearance to uncontrollable weeping.

Jiang Wei's hands were tightly grasping the edge of the stone, with bulging veins and white knuckles, as if this was her last resort.

"I want revenge! I want to...but I can't do it." The broken voice was like a mirror that fell to the ground, smashed into pieces, and each piece reflected the pain and unwillingness in her heart.

"Before you started, you knew you couldn't do it?" Qing Yao squatted down with a smile, and stretched out her hand to Jiang Wei: "It's very humid here, come back with me."