After being hit by a demon that fell from the sky

The knee knocking spread all over the set, Wang Xiaomeng let out an exclamation, covered her mouth immediately, and quickly looked around, but fortunately, no one paid attention to her.

He Lanjue continued to perform.

"Master..." He murmured in a low voice, raised his trembling hands in front of his eyes, his eyes were wide open, every muscle on his face was tense, and his expression was horrified, "I killed you..."

With a "click", a drop of tears fell on the tiger's mouth, and slowly flowed down along the texture of the palm. Before it landed, more tears fell, drop by drop, stained with blood on the palm of the hand, leaving trails of light red of blood.

"it's all my fault……"

Like ice and snow melting, Qin Yu's coldness and hardness completely melted away, he seemed to have transformed into a fragile and thin young man at this moment, people just want to hug him gently, wipe away his tears, and comfort him.

There was no heart-piercing, no crying, but the breath of grief emanated from every part of his body, infecting everyone present.

Qian Lin looked away from the monitor and landed on Fang Qian in front of him, with an expression of appreciation.

Although Fang Qian's performance has always been good, Qian Lin really didn't like him in this scene, and even made preparations for a reshoot of N.

Qin Yu has always been indifferent, no one knows what his emotional breakdown looks like, and the original book does not describe it in detail.And Fang Qian's performance is unpretentious, delicate and natural. This scene, without shame, is an explosion of his acting skills.

"Cut!" The director said loudly: "Very good! This one is over! Everyone rest for half an hour!"

The director's voice woke up everyone who was still in the play, and everyone relaxed instantly. Zhang Yan rushed up to help He Lanjue who was still kneeling on the ground, and helped him to sit on a chair outside the stage.

He carefully touched He Lanjue's knee: "Does it hurt?"

He Lanjue shook his head: "It's fine."

Zhang Yan squatted on the bed and rolled up his trouser legs to see that his knees were red and swollen, and a piece of skin was scratched.

Zhang Yan couldn't stop feeling distressed, and he immediately said to Wang Xiaomeng on the side: "Hurry up and get the medicine box."

"Hey." Wang Xiaomeng responded, trotted, and took it back after a while.

Zhang Yan took out iodine wine and cotton swabs and gently wiped it on He Lanjue, his two sword eyebrows were tightly frowned: "Why do you always hurt yourself when filming? Next time, don't use so much force."

"It's okay." He Lanjue pressed his movements, and pressed his thumb lightly on his eyebrows: "Don't worry."

Zhang Yan was stunned for a moment, then coughed lightly, glanced at Wang Xiaomeng's direction, indicating that there were still outsiders, but a slight blush floated on his cheeks, his movements became a little more agile, and he took care of it in a while Wound.

"By the way, when did you become so good at acting?" Zhang Yan stood up and handed He Lanjue the hot latte he had prepared.

Wang Xiaomeng also echoed and said, "Yes, Brother Fang Qian, you are so amazing, I almost cried just now."

He Lanjue smiled slightly: "I've been thinking about this scene for a long time, and it should be a fluke that I performed better today."

Things that ordinary people can't experience in their entire lives have all appeared in his long life. He knows the feeling of losing a loved one, and Fang Qian has precise control over Fang Qian's body. Therefore, acting is very important to him. It is really not a difficult task.

But how could others know about this, they just thought it was hard work plus occasional extraordinary performance.

Zhang Yan was about to praise He Lanjue again, but when he saw him pressing his temple with one hand, he quickly asked, "What's wrong? Is it a headache?"

"Well," He Lanjue put down his hands, "It's a little bit, maybe I caught a cold."

Zhang Yan didn't think too deeply: "Then I'll get you a piece of clothing."

He Lanjue gave a soft "um" sound, his eyelashes drooped, and his eyes were imperceptibly solemn. Recently, he often has headaches, which is really strange. There is clearly no abnormality in his body. If it is not a physical problem, then...

Just as he was thinking, Zhang Yan wrapped him up with a thick cotton jacket as soon as his body warmed up.In fact, the studio is not a location, and the temperature is not low, so it is uncomfortable to wear too much.

"How is it? Is it better?" Zhang Yan asked.

"En. It's much better." He Lanjue grabbed the skirt of the cotton jacket, turned his head, and stretched his eyebrows, showing a gentle smile to Zhang Yan beside him.

……

At the end of the day's work, Wang Xiaomeng collapsed on his big bed.It was already 11:30 when I woke up. When I saw "Lost" on the TV cabinet, I remembered that today is the day to return the book.

Ah, I really don’t want to get up——she sat up after tossing and turning on the bed a few times. After all, she is an honest and trustworthy young woman, and of course the book must be returned on time.

As a timid soft girl, she never watched such supernatural and suspenseful things.That day, I happened to see Zhang Yan flipping through "Lost" in his hand, so I borrowed it to study in order to understand the role of the male god.

Unexpectedly, she couldn't stop reading it at first. She read the brick-thick book several times, and read the part with Qin Yu more carefully.

I have to say that Fang Qian really fits the character very well, as if he walked out of a book.

The male god is really amazing today.The improvement of acting skills is like riding a rocket!Really looking forward to the release of "Lost".

Looking at the book in her hand, Wang Xiaomeng felt a little bit reluctant, and silently placed an order on Amazon to sell a new one.

Zhang Yan's room is near the elevator, on the same floor as her room. Wang Xiaomeng went to Zhang Yan's room with a book in her arms and rang the doorbell, but no one answered the door. She looked suspiciously at the display beside the door On the screen, there is a bright "no one" on it.

Strange, it's past 11 o'clock, why is Zhang Yan not here?

Wang Xiaomeng took out her mobile phone from her pocket and sent Zhang Yan a WeChat message: [Brother Zhang Yan, where are you?I'll return the book. 】

The other party came back quickly [I'm eating supper outside, and I won't be back in a while, let's put the book in your place first, it's okay. 】

Still eating supper after 11 o'clock?

Speaking of which, every time she went downstairs at night and passed Zhang Yan's room, she always showed "no one". Did he go out for supper every night until midnight?

"It's really strange..." Wang Xiaomeng muttered.

Tomorrow and the next two days, the male god has no show, so he can read Weibo* data and post nympho. Thinking of this, Wang Xiaomeng became happy, and went back to the room humming a song with a book in his arms.

The sky outside the window shone with light, and there was the rustling sound of the bedding in the dark room. The people around him got up lightly to wash up. Zhang Yan turned over on the bed, turned on the phone screen, and opened his eyes to see , it's less than six o'clock.

"So early?" He muttered in a daze, closing his eyes again.

Not long after, the fragrance of Bulgari sea blue drifted over slowly. It was the perfume that He Lanjue often carried on his body. The fragrance of marine and aquatic notes was natural and fresh, like a sea breeze blowing towards his face. Zhang Yan subconsciously inhaled it deeply. One sip, accompanied by the aroma, a cool kiss fell on the cheek, and He Lanjue's gentle and deep voice sounded in his ear: "I'm leaving?"

"Well, let's go." Zhang Yan vaguely remembered that He Lanjue was going to Sucheng to participate in the recording of a variety show today, and Zhen Wen would be there today, he had nothing to do, and finally he could have a vacation.

It was already 08:30 when I woke up again.

Ah... today's plan is to develop a relationship with Bing Po, it's related to the big plan of training Zhengtai, so I can't sleep late!

Zhang Yan scratched his messy hair, stood up and got out of bed, and quickly finished washing like chicken blood.

"Bing Po?" He called into the air.

Frost surged in the air, and quickly condensed into a boy who was colder than frost: "What are you doing?"

"Can you take the form of a human?"

The boy returned with a guarded look.

Zhang Yan smiled brightly, and the two little canine teeth looked very simple and honest: "Don't be afraid, I will take you out today to see the splendor of our world."

"Ghosts are afraid of you." Bing Po pouted.That being said, his body shape has changed, his attire has changed in a blink of an eye, his green eyes have also changed to the usual dark brown, but his hair is still silvery white.

Zhang Yan stroked his neat short hair: "Your hair is also pretty, so that's it." After finishing speaking, he took out a peaked cap from the suitcase, put it on Bing Po's head, and made an OK gesture : "It's done!"

Standing in front of the full-length mirror, the two really looked like a pair of brothers.

The front gate of Guangtong Harbor Paradise.

Bing Po looked up at the six large characters on top of his head, then turned to look at Zhang Yan, who had a treasure-giving expression on his face: "Is this what you said was wonderful?"

And what the hell is the strange woman next to her?Why come out with them?

Seeing Bing Po's cold gaze, Wang Xiaomeng felt uncomfortable, and forced a smile.

When she saw this boy for the first time, she was truly amazed by his appearance, with a thin and tall figure, a deep outline, and almost perfect delicate facial features, she was even more beautiful than Xiao Li back then.

Zhang Yan told her that this was his cousin Zhang Bing, but she didn't believe it at first, the two of them looked completely alike.

Later she believed it.

This child is completely the temper of his ancestors, so cold that a look in his eyes can freeze people's souls.But he listened to Zhang Yan's words, what else could he explain besides sincere family affection?

Wang Xiaomeng secretly sighed, originally thought it would be very relaxing and pleasant to come out with Brother Zhang Yan.However, as long as she is within two meters of Zhang Yan, Zhang Bing will shoot at him with a sharp eye. Is this child a brother-controller?

"That's right." Zhang Yan was unaware of the tense atmosphere between Bing Po and Wang Xiaomeng: "You must have never played this game, right? Exciting, relaxing, interesting, all kinds of games are available."

In his heart, Bing Po is just a little kid who lacks love.With this belief in mind, Zhang Yan decided to take Bing Po out to play more, one is to get familiar with the human world, and the other is to cultivate feelings.

What he never imagined was that Bing Po was also first-class and fierce when playing amusement projects.Big boat rushing into the water, roller coaster, pirate ship, rushing through the torrent...whatever stimulates you to play.

A bold and nervous guy like Zhang Yan was okay, but Wang Xiaomeng couldn't take it anymore. Her legs became weak after getting off the roller coaster, and she almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, Zhang Yan quickly caught her with his eyes and hands.

"Are you okay?"

"It's okay." She shook her head.The coat got wet when he was playing water sports before, and his hair was also wet on his shoulders. Coupled with his pale face, he looked extraordinarily pitiful.

Zhang Yan couldn't help feeling a little guilty.

Girls usually come to amusement parks to play ferris wheel, merry-go-round and other beneficial activities, but it turned out that Bing Po, a brat, had to play something exciting.

"Why don't you take a break." Zhang Yan helped her to a seat in the park: "I'll buy you something hot to drink."

Wang Xiaomeng nodded tremblingly: "Okay."

Zhang Yan took Bing Po to the drink station and bought two cups of warm red bean milk tea from the magical girl.

"Here!" He handed one of the cups to Bing Po.

Bing Po hesitated for a moment, but still took it, and slowly sipped on the straw.

No matter how rough Zhang Yan's nerves are, he should have discovered Bing Po's hostility towards Wang Xiaomeng: "Did you do it on purpose?"

Bing Po turned his head to drink the milk tea, and refused to answer with a stubborn gesture.

Zhang Yan sighed, walked back to Wang Xiaomeng, handed her a warm drink, then took off his coat and handed it to him: "Wear mine, don't catch a cold."

Wang Xiaomeng put on Zhang Yan's thick coat that still had body temperature, took the drink, warmed it in the palm of his hand for a while, his heart suddenly felt warm, the tip of his nose turned red slightly, and said in a low voice: "Brother Zhang Yan, thank you. "

"Thank you, it should be." Zhang Yan said with a smile: "It's my fault today, I shouldn't drag you to play those projects."

"It's what I want to play." Wang Xiaomeng quickly shook her head: "I..."

Before she finished speaking, Bing Po suddenly pointed to the jumping machine not far away, and said to Zhang Yan as if ordering: "I want to play with that."

"Okay—" Zhang Yan said helplessly, and then told Wang Xiaomeng: "You have a good rest, we will go back after we finish playing."

"En." Wang Xiaomeng nodded, and watched Zhang Yan and his cousin enter the queue. Today is not a weekend, and there are not many people. They got in line after a while. The two sat down, and Zhang Yan was still far away. He beckoned to her, then took out his phone as if to take a selfie.

The machine rose slowly, surpassed the position where it should have landed, directly rose to the top, and fell down again with a bang, the tourists on it suddenly exclaimed.