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"Let me tell you first, I have no other intentions. It's all for show."

Ding Xiu said righteously.

After thinking for a few seconds, Gao Yuanyuan nodded lightly: "Okay, let's try it."

The two of them came to the edge of the bed. Gao Yuanyuan followed the script and pretended to have her acupoints tapped, sitting upright on the bed with her back straight.

Ding Xiu took one last look at the lines and said, "Then I'll start."

Taking a deep breath, Gao Yuanyuan put her hands flat on her thighs: "Let's get started."

"You can force me to marry you, you can force me to marry you, but you will never be able to unlock my acupuncture points. I will kill you that day."

Goose Dan's little face was flushed, and the fierce words coming out of Gao Yuanyuan's mouth showed no murderous intent at all.

Ding Xiu raised the corners of his mouth, showing a meaningful smile, and quickly entered Song Qingshu's state: "You can't."

"I can!"

"Oh, when the rice is cooked, when the boat is ready, when the melon is ripe and the stem falls, you will not kill your husband, or even the father of your child."

"You want..." Gao Yuanyuan looked frightened.

"Yes, it is natural to perform the conjugal ceremony after getting married."

"You can't do this, you can't do this to me."

"Brother Chen said it well. Now I am in a trap and there is no turning back. I can only do one thing and do the other without stopping."

Stepping closer to the bed, Ding Xiu lifted her chin with his fingers: "Zhiruo, I promise you that I will be sincere to you for the rest of my life."

"Song Qingshu, you can't do this." Gao Yuanyuan's face became redder and redr as she spoke.

"Someone, help!"

"Anyone!"

Ding Xiu started to take off his coat: "Hahaha, just scream, no one will come if your throat is broken."

"Clang!"

The door to the room was kicked open, and Huang Bo rushed in with a stool and Wang Baoqiang with an iron pot.

Four pairs of eyes stared at each other.

The air froze for a few seconds before Ding Xiu and Huang Bo spoke at the same time: "What are you doing?"

Eyelids twitching, Ding Xiu said: "We are rehearsing a play, what are you doing?"

"Rehearse, rehearse, rehearse a play?"

Huang Bo and Wang Baoqiang looked at each other. Who could rehearse a play like you did? They lined up on the bed and even took off their coats.

The key was that the sound was so loud just now. They came in after hearing Gao Yuanyuan's cry for help.

"No, isn't it to help?"

Gao Yuanyuan covered her face: "That's me saying the lines."

Huang Bo looked carefully and saw that it was indeed not Ding Xiu who was acting like a beast. Gao Yuanyuan's shoes were still there and her clothes were intact.

"What, I, I, I'm here to ask you if you want to eat."

"Yes, let's eat." Wang Baoqiang put down the iron pot and said, "Do you have any oil?"

Ding Xiu raised his eyebrows and said, "Get out!"

"okay."

"Brother, I'm sorry, please continue."

Shrinking their heads, the two of them stepped back. Before leaving, they did not forget to close the door gently. However, the kick just now was a bit fierce and the lock was broken. As soon as it was closed, it was blown open by the wind.

After trying to close it twice and failing, Huang Bo smiled bitterly: "Sorry, I'll buy a lock later."

Ding Xiu: "..."

It has been so long since he came to this world that for the first time he had the intention to kill someone.

On the bed, Gao Yuanyuan pushed his chest away, got up and smoothed her messy hair, twisting it behind her ears.

"That's it for today. I have something else to do. Thank you for your help. See you tomorrow."

If he hadn't been jailed for murder, his career had improved, and he had a lot of savings in his account, Ding Xiu would have killed Huang Bo and Wang Baoqiang and wandered around the world.

Although it wouldn't hurt to kill someone, it was hard to swallow.

As soon as Gao Yuanyuan left, Ding Xiu came to Wang Baoqiang's door and patted the door hard.

The dim light bulb went out with the sound of knocking on the door, and Wang Baoqiang's weak voice came from the room, barely audible: "Brother, I have gone to bed. Is there anything you can say tomorrow?"

The same goes for Huang Bo. Not only did the lights go out, but the windows were also locked.

Hearing the approaching footsteps, Huang Bo, who was lying on the bed, said: "Brother Xiu, I'm already asleep..."

"Clang!"

Ding Xiu opened his door with a kick, and the huge vibration caused dust to fall from the roof.

"There's wind leaking from my place. Why the hell can you still sleep? Go buy a lock and fix my door immediately!"

"Besides, pay me back the money you owe me as soon as possible. If you miss a penny, I'll kill you!"

"Okay brother." Huang Bo crawled out of bed, wearing flip-flops and ran out to buy a lock.

At night, in the yard, Ding Xiu was playing like a tiger with his wooden knife, and his moves were murderous, making people intimidated.

Huang Bo was wearing a vest, big pants, and flip-flops, squatting on the threshold while repairing the door and changing the lock, shivering from the cold.

After finally changing the lock, he took a screwdriver and hammer to replace the door of his room, which had been kicked to pieces by Ding Xiu before.

…

The next day, early in the morning, Ding Xiu came to the set of Yitian Slaying the Dragon. It was still the same place as yesterday, Guangmingding.

Gao Yuanyuan put on ancient clothes, with beauty cinnabar dotted between her eyebrows. She was very beautiful, no worse than Jia Jingwen, the female lead.

"Not bad, there is progress, keep up the good work."

After filming a martial arts scene, Gao Yuanyuan finally heard a compliment from the director.

After being in the group for so many days, I was scolded all the time. It was not easy. I almost cried.

He looked gratefully in the direction of Ding Xiu. He was having a lively chat with Xu Jingjiang, and the two parties seemed to be exchanging mobile phone numbers.

I don’t know how the conversation ended, but Xu Jingjiang, who had always been introverted, was chatting with Ding Xiu about something other than ordinary friendship. He smiled like a child and even wanted to draw pictures for Ding Xiu.

At noon, the crew served dinner.

Gao Yuanyuan came to Ding Xiu with a box lunch and skillfully picked up the chicken legs and meat.

"The director praised me for my martial arts scene today. Thank you for your guidance yesterday."

"Didn't you also guide me in trivial matters?"

No matter which pot was left open, Gao Yuanyuan hurriedly changed the subject: "I have a copy of the novel "The Legend of Heaven and Dragon Slaying". I will send it to you tomorrow. You can read it if you have nothing to do and deepen your understanding of the characters.

"That's so embarrassing." Ding Xiu said: "I also have the old version of Yitian Slaying the Dragon on CD. When Wang Baoqiang and Huang Bo go to bed at night, would you like to come over and take a look?"

"Thank you. I have watched the original TV series and movies!"

Jin Yong's novels are very popular, and there has been no shortage of adaptations and releases over the decades. The current version of Yi Tian is in its eighth edition.

The 1994 version, also known as Zhou Haimei's version, was directed by Lai Shuiqing and was broadcast in the province with high ratings.

After all, Director Lai is also a famous remake maniac, and he also specializes in reprinting his own works, playing with the word remake.

The plot of the story this time is roughly the same as that version, with few changes, so Lai Shuiqing felt familiar with the filming.

Although he has a bad reputation, Lai Shuiqing's strength is still recognized by the audience.

In his words, remakes are also a science. Usually, it takes at least eight or nine years, and ten years, for a remake.

Only in this way will a new generation of young people grow up and have an audience.

The time interval is too short, the audience is still the same audience, it is inevitable to make comparisons, it is difficult to agree with each other, and it is inevitable to be scolded.

"Really?" Ding Xiu smacked his lips, feeling a little regretful.