The actor's petite little crying bag is fried again

Fu Xiuzhu had a pretty good impression of this "little girl" who had just been on the hot search with him last night.

He rubbed his chin, and he was quite sad when he heard this. Is it because of last night's hot search?

Thinking of this, he raised his hand and wanted to knock on the door, but the moment he was about to knock, he hesitated again.

Judging from his attitude on the set yesterday, the other party didn't seem to like him very much. Would it be too abrupt if he knocked on the door and entered at this moment?Will it be considered by the other party as a deliberate provocation?

Tsk..

In the end, Fu Xiuzhu didn't knock on the door and went in. After coming back from the bathroom, he remembered what the netizen said, "Bai Xiaohua's coveting Xi Huaizhen is not a matter of a day or two." After hesitating, he asked the man: "Mr. Xi, what do you think of Bai Yijin? "

Suddenly hearing this woman who was said to be "liked" by the other party, Xi Huaizhen's eyes flickered slightly, and his face was expressionless: "It's not very good."

Fu Xiuzhu tilted his head slightly, a little puzzled: "Really? But I think she's pretty good."

Xi Huaizhen pursed her lips: "What do you want to say?"

Fu Xiuzhu: "I went to the bathroom and passed her dressing room just now, and I heard her crying inside. Is she popular in the film crew?"

"Crying?" Xi Huaizhen looked at him, and quickly thought of something, "You mean that hot search last night?"

Fu Xiuzhu nodded.

Xi Huaizhen frowned: "I asked Vincent to investigate yesterday, and I guess there will be results today."

After a pause, "I don't know if she's popular or not, but with her stubborn personality, there will always be people who don't like her."

Fu Xiuzhu nodded again, understood.

Yesterday's video was [-]% passed on by the crew, and it was very likely that Bai Yijin didn't like it.

"Knock knock knock..."

There was a knock on the door of the dressing room.

Staff: "Teacher Xi, Teacher Fu, Director Song calls you to take your seats."

Fu Xiuzhu and Xi Huaizhen followed the staff to the set and found that Bai Yijin had also arrived.

Even after heavy makeup was used to cover her eyes, her eyes were still faintly red and swollen.

After the walk, the filming officially started.

Today's scene is a cliff-falling scene, which requires Diao Weiya, and Fu Xiuzhu, Xi Huaizhen, and Bai Yijin will play the role.

Plot: Hu Yin found out that there was an undercover in the magic palace, and chased the undercover to the edge of the cliff.

After some confrontation, the undercover agent was actually sent by the Fox Clan to protect his safety. At this time, Mo Yuan who heard the movement rushed over.

In order to save the undercover agent, Hu Yin turned around and knelt down to beg Mo Yuan.

However, Mo Yuan remained unmoved by this, and was determined to execute the undercover agent.

Hu Yin knew that it would be useless to ask any further, so she turned her head and asked the undercover agent, "Are you afraid of death?"

The undercover face was calm: "I'm not afraid."

Hu Yin laughed, the louder he laughed, the more uncomfortable he became.

Mo Yuan frowned: "What are you laughing at?"

Hu Yin wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, looked at him with red eyes, and answered the wrong question: "Moyuan, have I been in your magic palace for nine years?" Moyuan's cold voice could not hear a trace of emotion: "Yes so what?"

Hu Yin smiled self-deprecatingly: "Yeah, so what? Everything is just voluntary."

After a pause, his voice suddenly raised, with a hint of hatred: "But how many nine years are there in life?"

Mo Yuan pursed his lips and didn't answer.

Seeing this, Hu Yin suddenly figured it out. The man in front of him is cold-blooded and ruthless. He doesn't know how to love at all, and it is impossible for him to love others.

After all these years, he paid the wrong money after all.

Thinking about it, Hu Yin said softly: "Mo Yuan, if there is an afterlife, please give me back nine years."

After Hu Yin, played by Fu Xiuzhu, finished speaking, she turned her head and held Bai Yijin, who played the undercover role by her side, as if about to jump down.

In order to be realistic, at this time they were on an eight-meter-high platform with a safety air cushion placed in advance.

However, before the two danced, Song Qingfang suddenly said: "cut___!"

He looked away from the camera and looked at Xi Huaizhen who was obviously not quite right on the high platform: "Teacher Xi?"

Fu Xiuzhu turned his head and saw Xi Huaizhen's hands were pressed tightly to his forehead, his face was pale, and his body was still shaking.

He was startled, and rushed over to help him: "Mr. Xi, what's wrong with you?"

At this time, Xi Huaizhen's mind was full of thunder and thunder, and he couldn't listen to anyone's words at all.

Bursts of thunder, like a raging monster, roared wantonly in his mind, shaking his head so badly that he couldn't even stand still.

Seeing him like this, Fu Xiuzhu was terrified, his eyes quickly gathered mist, and hugged him tightly: "Mr. Xi, what's wrong with you? Don't be scared

I……"

"Teacher Xi..."

"Teacher Xi, look at me..."

The boy's choked voice finally broke through layers of barriers and reached Xi Huaizhen's heart.

He froze all over, and the thunder in his mind gradually receded, and then, an ethereal voice sounded slowly: "Little Pearl, if there is an afterlife, I will give you back 900 years."

If there is an afterlife, I will give you back 900 years...

I give you back a 900 year...

"Mr. Xi...Mr. Xi..."

Fu Xiuzhu's eyes were blurred by tears, he hugged the man's tall body tightly and shouted over and over again.

This feeling of looking at the other person in pain, but being powerless, made his heart feel as if someone was holding him tightly, and the pain was so painful that it almost made him want to suffocate.

"Little Bamboo..."

There is a faint fragrance of green bamboo in his nose, and this fragrance seems to spread slowly to every part of his body through his nose, making Xi Huaizhen's mind more and more clear.

However, before he had time to look at the person who woke him up by crying over and over again, a burst of hotness suddenly burst out in his heart.

This hot feeling came too fiercely and too suddenly, Fu Xiuzhu who was hugging him tightly was caught off guard and subconsciously backed away from the heat.

The moment he stepped back, Xi Huaizhen felt the familiar feeling of weakness, and I don't know if it was because of the suddenness, but this feeling of weakness was stronger than ever before.

The blood on his face faded in an instant.

Seeing this, Fu Xiuzhu hugged him back almost subconsciously, "Mr. Xi..."

As if squeezing the most effective medicine, the moment the two came into contact, Xi Huaizhen's sense of weakness disappeared instantly.

Fu Xiuzhu saw that his face had returned to blood, and worried: "How could this happen? Isn't it already over?"

He refers to NO.15.

Xi Huaizhen didn't speak, as if seeing him for the first time, he looked at him inch by inch.

Fu Xiuzhu: "What... what's wrong?"

Xi Huaizhen moved her lips, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she just shook her head slowly: "It's nothing."

Fu Xiuzhu: "Then... are you still in pain? What happened just now?"

what happened?

Xi Huaizhen's eyes flickered slightly.

When the crying Bao Jing said the line "If there is an afterlife, please give me back nine years", his mind suddenly went blank for a moment, and then there was that furious thunder.

At that time, he seemed to have seen a dim sky, with silver lightning flashing all over the sky, and finally a sea of ​​thunder smashed to the ground...

Xi Huaizhen frowned unconsciously. He wanted to think of more, because these were all related to his previous life. He was eager to know what happened in the previous life...

And that ethereal voice...

Thinking of that voice, he lowered his eyes slightly, looking at the worried boy in front of him, and suddenly felt awkward in his heart.

If that's the case, then he... misunderstood?

Thinking about it, Xi Zhunzhen's face darkened slightly.

"Teacher Xi?"

"Little Pearl..."

"Teacher Xi?"

"Little Pearl..."

The voice in the ear and the voice in the memory are intertwined, and at a certain moment...overlap.

Xi Huaizhen's face turned even darker.

He pursed his lips and said coldly, "I'm fine."

This cold tone?

Fu Xiuzhu blinked his foggy eyes: "Are... are you really okay?"

Xi Huaizhen took a deep breath: "It's okay." As he spoke, as if to prove that his words were correct, he took a few steps back to keep a distance from the other party.

Yet.

Although his actions seemed to be nothing, but Fu Xiuzhu always felt a little strange in his heart, but the man was fine after all, he slightly bent his lips: "It's just that you are fine."

Seeing the wet tears on his face, Xi Huaizhen trembled in his heart, and almost subconsciously raised his hand to wipe it off for the other party, but the next second he thought of the voice, he raised his hand abruptly. I took it back.

With a cold face: "Yeah."

Bai Yijin, who was completely forgotten by the two, coughed lightly when she saw that they were almost finished talking, "Mr. Xi, Director Song is behind you."

Xi Huaizhen paused and turned around.

I saw Song Qingfang standing less than one meter behind him with a constipated face.

Earlier, because he was worried that something might happen to this noble uncle, he rushed up without saying a word. Without thinking, he climbed up to the high platform eight meters above the ground, and directly ate a big meal of dog food at close range.

It's nothing more than a single dog rushing to be killed.

He was expressionless: "Are you okay?"

Xi Huaizhen was also expressionless: "It's okay."

"Then keep going!" Song Qingfang said, turned and left.

He doesn't want to stay for one more second!

Back in front of the camera again, Song Qingfang cleared his throat, picked up the horn, and was about to shout...

At the same time, the marks of death on the backs of Fu Xiuzhu and Xi Huaizhen's hands suddenly lit up with black light.

Seeing Song Qingfang raise the horn, Xi Huaizhen was the first to say, "Wait a minute."

Song Qingfang froze, and put down the horn expressionlessly.

Fu Xiuzhu turned Xi Huaizhen around with a wink, and clicked on the mark of death from an angle that no one could see.

"Bai Yijin, 23 years old, unmarried, died at [-]:[-] p.m.

Death……"

When he saw the death message, Fu Xiuzhu's pupils shrank slightly. He almost subconsciously wanted to look back at Bai Yijin who was standing behind him, but Xi Huaizhen grabbed him tightly.

He shook his head slowly at him, reminding him with a serious face: "You are the god of death."

Fu Xiuzhu opened his mouth, but he didn't make a sound, he just felt his heart was congested.

Xi Huaizhen was silent, and held his slightly cold hand: "I'll do this, you stay on the set."

Fu Xiuzhu raised his head abruptly.

Xi Huaizhen's jaw tightened: "You have to get used to this kind of thing."

After speaking, he turned and walked down the high platform.

Looking at the tall man's back under the high platform, Fu Xiuzhu pursed his lips tightly.

He understood that the reason the man asked him to stay here was for him to witness Bai Yijin's death process, which was a kind of experience for him.This kind of experience is beneficial to his future death work, but...

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Hey, guess why Teacher Xi's face is black?