Ah Mei held a small plate of fake blood in her left hand, and in her right hand, she took a brush and glued the realistic and terrifying red pigment honey water on Lin Xi's body little by little. The soft and flexible brush lightly brushes over the fragile and protruding collarbone, and the blood red spreads on the white jade-like skin immediately, which is extremely glaring.
At this time, Lin Xi was holding her arms level with the ground, so that it was convenient for Ah Mei to put on special makeup.
It was still the same carmine red brocade gown with wide sleeves, the corners outlined by gold threads revealed complex and changeable honeysuckle hooks and lotus patterns, and in the center of the two-inch wide golden belt was a slender rolled red rope, tightly wrapped around it. Gathered a lean but powerful waist.
Amei was holding the brush, and suddenly her gaze came across this beautiful knotted waist rope. She frowned and thought for a while, then stretched out two fingers to hook one end of the red rope and tugged hard, then she was satisfied. Looking at the loose rope hanging barely at the waist, it was a scene of being... ravaged.
And the same thing, from the collar to the hem, there are countless large and small tear marks all over the whole long dress, exposing the delicate skin to the slightly cool autumn air.
Amei carefully painted the torn clothes with a brush sticking fake blood, while Lin Xi lowered her eyes and looked calm. There was a hideous bloody gash on his left cheek, the blood congealed and gradually turned black, and the white flesh turned out, it was so lifelike and frightening.
When Amei finished Lin Xi's special makeup in person, the entire crew moved to the indoor scene ahead of schedule. The two of them entered the room one after another. Wang Fang just leaned over and before he opened his mouth, he suddenly took a breath, opened his eyes wide open, pointed to the deep bloody mouth on Lin Xi's face, and said, "Boss! Face... what happened to your face?"
Lin Xi raised his eyes calmly, stretched out his hand to caress the terrifying "scar" on his cheek, and said, "It's disfigured. This is the last scene of today, you go out and pack your things."
Naturally, Wang Fang quickly realized what was being filmed today. He muttered "It's really scary", and then walked out of the scene and began to pack his things and prepare to leave.
Lin Xi fixed his eyes on the gloomy and cold layout of the room, and stepped into the set without hesitation.
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How long has it been since you entered this room
Qiu Huan stared at the front in a daze, his eyes were dull and out of focus. His hands were bound on both sides of the cross stake, hanging down feebly, his fingertips were stained with deep red blood that had long dried up, and it was thick black. The nails that were originally round and full had been pulled out one by one at some point, leaving only ten black holes, which seemed to be bleeding and seemed to have dried up long ago.
He was still wearing the same red robe with lapel collar and narrow sleeves trimmed with gold thread and edged with clouds that he wore when the Dengwen drum was sounded. The tight belt was inlaid with several precious and rare gemstones. But at this time, the long robe embroidered by the Jiangnan embroiderer's eyes was red, and it was like being torn apart by a beast, with dozens of long and narrow slits all over it.
The middle of the crack is thick and wide, and the ends are thin, which is caused by whipping. Looking in through the seam of the clothes to see the exposed skin, one can see white flesh flying to both sides. Just being exposed in the cold and freezing air is a kind of piercing pain.
The black hair was messy, because the head was half down, and the hair was even more messy covering half of the cheek. A horrific scar that spread from the corner of the eye to the lip spanned the entire left half of the face, as frightening as a ghost, forming a shocking contrast with the delicate and beautiful face on the other side, shocking!
The Prison Officer of Dali Temple, who was obsessed with the black barbed whip, walked to the rusty wooden table, picked up the dishes on the table and swallowed most of the bowl in one gulp, then walked to Qiu Huan, and sprayed it all out in one gulp.
The strong wine touched the wounds all over his body, and Qiu Huan's whole body twitched violently. The pain instantly spread throughout his body, and his chaotic consciousness was awakened by the severe pain.
The cruel and ruthless Prisoner of Dali Temple flicked his long whip, "Pa—", with a sharp sound of the whip, a shallow white mark was drawn on the bluestone floor.
"Sinner Qiu Huan, now that you confess the mastermind behind the scenes, you will have a better way to die."
Qiu Huan closed her eyes in a daze, and there was a rumble in her ears. The whole body fell forward, and only because his limbs were bound by heavy iron chains prevented his downward tendency.
"Pa—" was the sound of a whip cutting through flesh and blood again.
Qiu Huan twitched all over, and a strong rusty smell spread in his mouth. His chest was throbbing violently, and his breathing was short of breath.
"Say! Who is the mastermind behind the scenes!"
The cold black whip raised Qiu Huan's slender and beautiful jaw, and the light amber eyes that were originally confused had a gleam of expression because of the pain. I don't know what hallucination I saw, those beautifully curved pupils slowly opened wide, and the confused and desperate sight gradually gained focus.
Qiu Huan intuitively felt that his throat was as dry as a burning fire, his fragile Adam's apple moved slightly, and he kept murmuring from his throat: "Your Highness... Your Highness... Your Highness..."
The jailer stared fiercely at him, leaned in front of Qiu Huan, and said angrily, "Be clear, who is it?"
The corners of Qiu Huan's dry and white lips curled up suddenly, and the beautiful smile on his cheeks formed a sharp contrast with the horrific bloodstains. His lips opened and closed, not knowing what to say.
Prison Cheng threw the long whip angrily, then moved his ears closer, and said angrily: "I want you to explain clearly... ah!!"
The Prisoner covered his blood dripping ears and shouted in pain, the blood flowed down his arm all the way.
Qiu Huan opened his mouth to spit out the minced meat and blood in his mouth. He suddenly pulled the corners of his lips wide and laughed violently.
"You don't know what's good or bad!"
The prosperity of the past ten years has become a thing of the past. Back then, the youth in fresh clothes and angry horses on the streets of the capital had a smile on his face, young and frivolous, without any worries. But now, in the white clouds, the vicissitudes of life, and the cold and damp prison, how many souls will hang on to their lives.
The laughter echoed in the dark and smelly prison along with the sound of the whip, one sound at a time, as if there was no more worries.
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"Cut!" Li He carefully looked at the image on the display screen, and everyone held their breath and waited quietly for his reaction. After a while, Li He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Okay, this is the way to go."
Hearing this, the staff who had been waiting on the side immediately stepped forward and removed the iron locks that bound Lin Xi's wrists and ankles. Lin Xi rubbed his shoulders, and when he raised his hand, he found a scar on his wrist. Black and white marks.
Seeing this, the little girl from the props team was stunned. With a mournful face, she kept apologizing: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, did I tie it too hard? I'm so sorry..."
Lin Xi smiled lightly, hooked her lips, shook her head, and said, "No, it has nothing to do with you." It's because the skin of this body is too sensitive.
Sighing helplessly in his heart, Lin Xi walked out while rubbing the bruises on his wrists, and then walked to the side of the polishing board, inadvertently raised his eyes, and his eyes suddenly fell into a pair of deep and dark eyes.
The two looked at each other for a few seconds, Lin Xi's eyes gradually widened, he opened his mouth slightly, a name flashed in his mind, and he almost blurted out.
"Ah Uno!!" A scream broke the orderly order of the entire studio, causing a commotion.
"It's really Uno, it's really Uno!" An excited voice sounded from behind Lin Xi, with a trembling ending and a high-pitched voice, faintly mixed with a hint of crying.
"When did Uno come here!"
"Why did Uno come to our film crew! Xiaoru, take a quick look, is it because I am dazzled!"
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Lin Xi frowned, and just wanted to pretend he didn't see it and walk away. A figure holding a large bouquet of white roses suddenly appeared in his mind, he sighed helplessly, raised his foot and decided to say hello.
He had just taken a step when he suddenly heard a soft and gentle voice not far away: "Uno."
He looked in the direction of the voice, and saw Chen Yajing wearing a simple white shirt, looking at the door, her face was flushed, as if she had just run.
Uno turned his head when he heard the words, he turned back hesitantly and looked at Lin Xi who was only a few meters away, nodded as a greeting, then turned and walked towards Chen Yajing at the door.
Lin Xi looked at the backs of the two people leaving together, folded his arms around his chest, and curled his lips.
It seems that Chen Yajing and Uno are old acquaintances. Chen Yajing, Chen Yajing... Who is this woman
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When Zhao Xian found Chen Yajing in the backstage dressing room, she never expected to meet Uno here. The last time the two met was a year ago. During this year, due to various reasons, they always missed and had no chance to meet.
Chen Yajing looked down at the ground, rubbing her hands unnaturally. She took Uno to the secluded dressing room. Now everyone is concentrated on the set, and there are fewer people near the dressing room, so it's easier to talk.
"Who was that person just now?"
Chen Yajing was struggling and didn't know what to say, when suddenly the man beside her spoke first. She looked up at him in surprise, but only saw a handsome and elegant profile. Uno stared straight ahead quietly, with an indifferent expression, as if he was just asking casually.
She recalled a moment, recalling the scene where Uno seemed to see Qiu Huan imprisoned on the set, she immediately understood, and said: "His name is Lin Xi, and he is still a newcomer to CX Entertainment. He is now in Ji Chengshu's Under his hand, he has a very good foundation and his acting skills are also very good."
Uno glanced at Chen Yajing in a little surprise, and there was a moment of surprise on his perfect expression. To be able to get such an evaluation from Chen Yajing's mouth, it shows that the other party is really excellent. Reminiscent of the scene I saw on the set before - the young man with extraordinary temperament gritted his teeth weakly and laughed wildly in despair...
Indeed, an excellent newcomer.
"Why, do you want to support the younger generation?" Chen Yajing pulled back her blue hair, and the tension in her heart caused by meeting again gradually subsided, her red lips curled up, revealing a mature and charming smile.
Uno's dark and distant eyes drooped, his expression was unclear, he remained silent and did not answer this question.
The sky had darkened at some point, and the two of them stopped when they reached the relatively quiet and remote green walls and green tiles. Uno turned around and looked down at Chen Yajing, and asked, "When did you return to China?" His tone was calm and his eyes were calm.
Chen Yajing's complexion froze for a moment, she smiled a little awkwardly, and said, "It's been almost three months since I came back." She paused, hesitated for a while, and added: "I'm just serving as a styling consultant for this drama. It won't be long."
Uno nodded slightly, his eyes were dark and gloomy, showing no emotion.
Chen Yajing carefully observed the other party's expression but still couldn't see the other party's meaning, she smiled wryly in her heart, and cursed herself for thinking too much. She quickly adjusted her mood and asked, "When did you come back? I remember you were filming in Tongariro?"
"I came back at the beginning of the month. Last month my part just wrapped up."
"I remember that Steven would release people easily until all the shots were checked. Why are you back?"
Uno's eyes darkened, and he paused for a while before replying, "I'm here to attend the funeral."
For a while, both of them were silent, and the atmosphere was frozen and awkward.
Chen Yajing clenched her teeth, her smile froze on her cheeks. As the breeze blew, a century-old banyan tree by the corner made a humming sound, and the green leaves swayed. Chen Yajing was annoyed at her gaffe, but she didn't know how to remedy it.
She even forgot about the accidental fall of the man twenty-four days ago, and deliberately avoided his funeral.
Did you come back specially to attend that person's funeral... Chen Yajing raised her head and looked at Uno's expression quietly, but saw that the other party closed his eyes, his breath was calm, and he didn't seem to respond.
After thinking for a while, she finally let out a long sigh and said, "I thought you should have forgotten after all these years."
Uno was silent for a long time, just when Chen Yajing thought he would never get an answer, he opened his lips suddenly: "I thought too... I have forgotten." deep affection.
Chen Yajing was slightly stunned, looking at such a strange Uno, the originally deep feelings in her heart began to ferment gradually, as if there was a slight change.
"Uno."
Uno raised his eyes to look at Chen Yajing, and saw that she suddenly bent her gentle round eyes, a beautiful and refined smile bloomed on the corner of her lips, and said briskly, "I think I have forgotten you."
Hearing this sentence, Uno nodded slightly after a long silence, and said, "Just forget it."
It seemed that she had released all the emotions that had been suppressed in her heart for several years. With this complete showdown, Chen Yajing suddenly felt much lighter. The emotion that has been buried in my heart for many years is so strong that I can't release it, and finally... I still said it calmly.
The answer I got was indeed what I had always thought, but at the moment I felt that it was not so important.
The youthful years from the age of 20 were all entrusted to this person, but now more than ten years have passed by in a hurry, and she is no longer the ignorant woman who was ignorant and innocent and broke into society alone.
She lowered her head and looked at her beautiful bright red nails, as if she saw the tears that dripped from her heart little by little in those late nights.
The years are long and time wears people down. What kind of emotion can stand the test of time and remain as affectionate as ever
In this game of chasing love, she lost.
Lost to Uno, but also to a person he had never met.