Days dominated by wife-watching demons

An Jing just kept holding back and didn't say anything, but her face was already pale with cold, and the knuckles of her knuckles clutching the jacket were trembling blue, but she didn't complain in front of Director Chen.

Director Chen looked up at the sky, the rain was getting bigger and bigger, "It should be a shower, rest for a while, and turn on the machine after the rain is lighter."

"Thank you, Director Chen." Xu Bai breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly said to the assistant behind him, "Hurry up and get Director Chen a cup of ginger tea."

The assistant had already prepared his hands, and hurriedly handed it over after listening to the sound. Taking advantage of this movement, Xu Bai hugged An Jing and walked into the lounge.

The main character, like Mo Yan Wanyu, has a separate lounge, but An Jing does not. Wan Yu also got off the stage at this time, and deliberately passed the two of them, reading Xu Bai's suggestive eyes at a glance. .

"Let's go together."

It is said that the lounge is actually a tent with better airtightness. After all, it is for location shooting, so the treatment is already very good.

At least there is no shortage of small suns for heating in Wanyu's tent.

An Jing shrugged her shoulders and leaned in front of a small sun to warm her stiff fingers. There were three sets around Wanyu's seat. She was also wearing thin clothes, but she had a calm posture and An Jing who was shivering from the cold. In stark contrast.

When I have money, I must buy ten small suns to surround the bed.An Jing thought to herself, the tip of her nose suddenly itched and sneezed, she even burst into tears.

"Is it freezing? Xiao Jing." The tent was lifted, and a cyan figure walked in, holding a cup of steaming water in both hands.

Wan Yu stopped swiping his phone, looked up at Mo Yan, and tapped into the WeChat interface.

Wan Yu: Director, Mo Xian is here.

Director: Distance.

Wanyu: ten meters

Wanyu: six meters

Wanyu: two meters

Wan Yu: I put my hands on my shoulders.

Director: Stop it.

Wan Yu sighed, and said to Mo Yan: "Mr. Mo doesn't take it with him at his own place, why come to me to join in the fun, I already have enough people, it's very crowded."

Mo Yan smiled, and replied: "That's just right, I'll take Xiao Jing to my place, so I won't squeeze you."

Anjing ginger tea drank more than half of it at once, her tongue was hot from the tip of her throat, and her body gradually warmed up. She held the cup in both hands, her white and tender face was slightly pink from the smoke, and she blinked her eyes. She silently held the cup that belonged to her. The little sun squatted aside, trying to minimize his sense of existence.

Wan Yu successfully recorded the conversation, released his finger, and the WeChat voice was sent.

Ge Zijie was courteous, and immediately skipped three seconds of voice, "I'll be right over."

Hearing these words, An Jing jumped like a rabbit whose ears were being pulled, her eyes drifted straight to Wan Yu.

Wan Yu shrugged at her, expressing that he was also helpless.

Fortunately, the staff came in before the battle between the two sides got too deep.

"The rain is getting lighter, the director told us to go out and shoot."

An Jing looked down at the clothes on her body, the shoulders were a little tight, but most of them were dry.

"It's okay, the director said that the clothes don't need to be changed."

"Well, I'll be right there." An Jing drank the last bit of ginger tea and stood up.

Maybe it's because she really has a cold, maybe it's because of squatting for too long, Anjing's calf is numb like being pricked by countless needles, before she can take a step forward, she collapses.

"Be careful." Mo Yan was close and reacted quickly. He took a big step forward, stopped An Jing's waist, and held him in his arms, "It's okay."

Wan Yu: I hugged it.

Director: I'm in the garage.

An Jing's head was buzzing, and she felt much better after taking a few deep breaths. When she realized that she was so close to Mo Lian, she was startled and wanted to push him away.

Wan Yu: Push it away.

Director: I'll be right there.

"Hiss..." Mo Yan narrowed his eyes and gasped.

What's wrong……

An Jing looked down, only to see that most of the ginger tea in Mo Jian's hand was soaked because of the action just now, and the scalding hot water splashed on her right hand, and the skin was scalded red and steaming.

"I'm sorry." An Jing quickly grabbed her hand to check, no matter what, it was also because of her own injury.

Wan Yu: Got it.

Director: [smiles]

After finally finding a wet towel to help put on Mo Xie's hand, An Jing looked up at her worriedly, "Sorry, I have swelling ointment in my bag, I'll get it now."

Mo Yan responded softly, and sat watching An Jing's figure running out, his eyebrows, which had been tightened due to the pain just now, relaxed, and his eyes softened.

Ever since Ge Zijie was injured when he helped himself to defend himself, An Jing always kept some emergency medicines in her bag, and she skillfully rummaged through them to find the burn ointment.

"Wipe it for me." Mo Yan held up the other hand, palm up, "This hand seems to be burned too."

An Jing pursed her lips, and saw that Mo Yan lifted the wet cloth, and there were several small blisters on the red back of his hand underneath, but this person who usually loves to protect his hands and put on hand cream every few hours, but All he knew was to look at himself with pitiful eyes.

Even knowing that the pity was more or less disguised, An Jing still didn't force herself to refuse. She pursed her lips tightly and unscrewed the lid of the ointment without saying a word.

As soon as the cold ointment touched the scalded skin, Mo Lian's hand retracted reflexively, An Jing grabbed it back for her silently, held the ointment in her palm to warm it up, and then applied it to her again.

Mo Xian suddenly laughed, different from the ambiguous teasing in the past, this time he laughed out loud, even his shoulders were shaking.

An Jing glanced at her inexplicably, helped her apply the palm of the other hand, and put away the ointment.

When he was about to stand up, Mo Yan grabbed his wrist. The person who said that his palms hurt just now had to use a lot of strength.

Mo Yan looked up at her, his eyes were shining brightly, his words were still so indecent, but his tone was serious, "Have you always been so good at taking care of others?"

An Jing was forced to learn to be independent and take care of Anyang since she was a child. She was worried that Anyang would lose the most basic education without her parents, so no matter how hard she worked and practiced, she would set aside a fixed time every day to teach her homework.

Not only studies, but An Jing has to help with every aspect of life. The burden of the aunt’s family is already heavy enough, plus her uncle is doing nothing all day long, and her cousin is wayward and domineering. An Jing only tells An Yang that she is not allowed to find anyone else if she wants to eat whatever she wants. Acting like a baby, I can only come and tell my sister that my sister will help buy things that are really useful.

After a long time, An Jing realized that she seemed to have taken care of others as an instinct, and it was the same when she first met Ge Zijie... Subconsciously, she took care of that unsmiling woman as Anyang.

Thinking about it, I also felt funny for my original boldness.

Mo Yan snapped his fingers in front of her eyes, "If you've always been so kind to me, be careful that I really like you."

"Cough, cough, cough!" The third person in the tent finally couldn't help interrupting, Wan Yu patted his clothes and stood up, "The director is urging you, hurry up and get out."

Then she opened a corner of the tent, stood where she was, and stared at the two of them.

An Jing quickly reacted, put down the ointment, and walked out, Mo Yan followed slowly, Wan Yu went out before her, and put down the tent curtain to block Mo Yan inside.

An Jing jumped to one side as requested by the director, and smoothly entered the next scene.

From here on there are lines, but there is no need for An Jing to recite them by heart, because the dancer only has one line to say.

I would.

The script is set, the prisoner played by Mo Xian at the banquet is a dancer who looks very similar to the princess in his eyes. The princess above the seat is what she wants, but the dancer in front of her looks like a high-quality replica, which she can play with at will. replica of .

So she put forward a condition to the emperor, using the dowry left by her mother-a pair of fine jade braves in exchange with the emperor, to keep the dancing girl.

It's just that the princess stopped her, saying that the dancer is a living thing, and she should have asked her what she thought.

So the dancing girl was brought to Mo Yan and forced to answer her questions, and only then did she have the three-character lines of An Jing.

The dancer knew that if she left the banquet with nothing, she would return to her previous nightmare life. Maybe when she was older and the rewards were less, the host would force her to sell herself. She didn't even want to die.

The torrential rain just now became much smaller, and the raindrops floated down from the air like feathers and landed on An Jing lightly.

She is cold, but she is more nervous. Maybe her so-called acting skills are outstanding enough among the trainees, but if she really wants to put it on the stage and compare with these seniors, An Jing is struggling. Mo Yanyi's aura is like A completely different person, An Jing has been suppressed by her, acting very reserved.

With the surprise of the previous dance, Director Chen has stricter requirements on An Jing. He called out several times, but none of them was enough to meet the qualification line in his heart.

"An Jing, don't be nervous, just use the state you were in just now, with a more natural expression."

An Jing bit her lower lip. It would be fine if she just kept getting caught in the rain while filming repeatedly, but with so many actors beside her, she was under too much psychological pressure.

"Xiao Jing, or else you can see me as Mo Yan." Mo Yan saw An Jing's hands shrunk under the hem of her clothes and clenched into fists. He knew the burden in her heart, but the more nervous and eager to express, it would often backfire, " Didn't I always force you to do things you don't like, treat me as that annoying Mo Yan, your acting will be smoother."

"You can do it, you've never failed before, haven't you." Mo Lian put his palm on her head and moved down smoothly.

"Does An Jing need to rest?" Seeing the two people moving, the director thought that An Jing was uncomfortable, "Take a rest if you feel uncomfortable."

Just took a break because of the shower, how could An Jing let the crew delay the progress because of her own lack of work ability.

"Director, I'll try again." An Jing shook her hand at him.

Turning around and closing her eyes, she went through the script again in her mind, recalling the feeling of a dancer who had no choice but to fight when she read it.

The director has already called the start, and she brought into the play the feeling of living under the fence of her aunt's house. The situation of the dancer is also the same at this time. She has to make the best choice with no way out.

"Have you heard what the princess said? Do you voluntarily stay by my side?" Mo Yan said in a slow tone, his eyes slanted at the figure sitting on the stage, but his fingers frivolously lifted An Jing's chin.

An Jing was forced to raise her head, her eyes flustered, the dancer tried to find some sense of security from the woman in front of her, but humbled to find that the man looked at her as if she was looking at an inanimate object, lifeless.

She clearly smiled, but her eyes were as cold as the snow in the North Pole, bitingly cold, when a gust of wind blew, An Jing shivered subconsciously, but outsiders thought it was the dancer's reaction after being frightened by those eyes.