Chapter 12:

Holding a small dish of fake blood just made in her left hand, Amei smeared Lin Xi's body little by little with a brush and sticking to the realistic and terrible red vegetarian honey water. The soft and flexible brush gently swept through the fragile and prominent clavicle, and the blood red suddenly diffused on the fair white skin, which was dazzling.
Lin Xi was raising her arms at the same level with the ground at this time, so that Amei could make special makeup.
It is still a carmine-colored Bo sleeved jacket. The corners of the silk outline show a complicated and changeable honeysuckle clip. The center of a two-inch wide golden belt is a thin rolled red rope. Gathered a lean but powerful waist.
With a brush, Amei glanced over the waistband with a beautiful knot. She frowned for a moment, thinking about it, and stretched out to pull the red rope at one end, and then pulled it with satisfaction. Looking at the loose loose rope reluctantly hanging around his waist, there was a scene of being ...
In the same way, from the collar to the hem, numerous tears, large and small, are spread throughout the entire gown, exposing the delicate skin to the slightly cool air in autumn.
With a brush sticking fake blood, Amei carefully smeared the crevices of the torn clothes, while Lin Xi's eyes calmed down. There was a terrible blood spatter on his left cheek, and the blood coagulated into black, and the white flesh came out. It was scary.
When Amei personally finished packing Lin Xi's special set of makeup, the entire crew had moved to the indoor scene in advance. The two of them entered the house one by one, Wang Fang had just come over and hadn't opened his mouth. Suddenly he took a breath and opened his eyes swollen, pointing at the deep blood on Lin Xi's face and saying, "Boss! Yours! Face ... what's wrong with your face? "
Lin Xifeng lifted his eyes lightly, stretched out his hand and stroked the appalling "scar" on his cheek, saying, "It's disfigured. This is the last scene of today. You go out and pack up."
Wang Fang naturally reacted quickly to what he was shooting today, he muttered "It's scary", and then he walked out of the scene and started to pack things, ready to leave.
Lin Xiding looked at the gloomy and cold arrangement in the room, and hesitated into the studio without hesitation.
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How long has it been since I entered this room?
Qiu Huan stared blankly at the front, his eyes dull and out of focus. His hands were tied to the sides of the cross-pile, and he hung down weakly. His fingertips were dark red blood stains that had dried up. The original round and full nails had not been pulled out at all times, leaving only ten black holes, which seemed to be bleeding, and seemed to have dried up.
The body was still the one with the gold-laminated lapel and narrow-sleeved red gown when the drum was ringing, and the precious waistband was inlaid with several precious rare gems. At this time, the robe embroidered by the Jiangnan embroidered mother's eyes, which had been embroidered with red eyes, was now torn by fierce beasts, spreading dozens of narrow mouths.
The middle and wide ends of the crack are thin and sharp, which are caused by the whip. Looking at the exposed skin inward through the seam of the garment, I saw the white flutter fluttering to both sides. Just in the cold and frozen air, it was a piercing pain.
The black hair was messy, and with her head down, her hair blocked her cheeks more messily. A horrible scar that spread from the corner of the eye to the lips straddled the entire left half of the face, as horrifying as a ghost, forming a shocking contrast with the exquisite and beautiful face on the other side, shocking!
Dali Temple prisoner clinging to the black barbed leather whip walked to the rusty wooden table, took up the dishes on the table and swallowed most of the bowl, then walked to Qiu Huan and sprayed all of it.
Liquor touched the wounds around him, Qiu Huan twitched violently, the pain spread to the whole body instantly, and the chaotic consciousness was awake with severe pain.
The cruel and ruthless Dali Temple prison flicked a long whip, "slap-", with a sharp whip, a shallow white mark was drawn on the bluestone ground.
"Sinner Qiu Huan, now the confessor behind the scenes, can also give you a happier death method."
Qiu Huan closed his eyes dizzily, his ears rumbling. The whole body fell forward, only because the limbs were tied by heavy chains to prevent his tendency to fall.
"Pop ---" was the sound of a whip across the flesh.
Qiu Huan twitched, and the thick smell of rust spread in his mouth. His chest throbbed violently and his breathing was short.
"Say! Who is the master behind the scenes!"
The icy black long whip raised Qiu Huan's slender jaw, and the pair of light amber eyes, which had been confused, had a look of pain because of pain. I do not know what illusion was seen, those curved eyes were widened slowly, and the confused and desperate sight was a little bit out of focus.
Qiu Huan felt that the throat was as dry as a fire burning, and the fragile throat knot moved slightly, whispering from his throat: "Your Highness ... Your Highness ..."
The prisoner's fierce eyes glared before Qiu Huan and said angrily, "Clarify clearly, who is it?"
Qiu Huan's dry white lips dangled sharply, and the beautiful smile on the cheek was in sharp contrast with the horrible bloodstains. He opened and closed his lips, wondering what to say.
Throwing a long whip in jail, he moved his ears closer, and said angrily, "I'll let you make it clear ... Ah!"
The prison guard covered his ears and shouted in pain, the blood running down his arm.
Qiu Huan opened his mouth and spit out the minced meat and blood in his mouth. He suddenly widened the corners of his lips and laughed violently. The smile was crazy and terrifying, and the laughter was desperate.
"You don't know what to do!"
The prosperity of the past ten years has passed. On the streets of Beijing that day, the young men with fresh clothes and angry horses showed smiles. Now how many innocent souls will be obsessed with life in Baiyun Canggou, the vicissitudes of the sea, and the cold and humid prison.
The laughter echoed the sound of the whip in the dark and stinking prison, and there was no sorrow.
...
"Card!" Li He carefully looked at the image on the display, and everyone held his breath and waited for his response. After a while, Li He saw a heavy sigh of relief and said, "Okay, this one is over."
After hearing this, the staff who had been waiting for a long time 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 hands, he noticed that there was something on his wrist. Blue-black mark.
The little girl in the prop group, who looked aside, was so scared, crying, and apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was too hard? I'm really sorry ..."
Lin Xi chuckled his lips with a slight smile, shook his head, and said, "No, it has nothing to do with you." It is because the body's skin is too sensitive.
With a helpless sigh in his heart, Lin Xi rubbed the bruise on his wrist and walked out, before walking to the light board, he raised his eyes inadvertently, and his eyes suddenly fell into a pair of dark eyes.
The two looked at each other for a few seconds, and Lin Xi's eyes widened gradually. He opened his mouth slightly, a name flashed in his mind, and he was about to blurt out.
"Ah ah ah Onuo !!!" A scream broke the orderly order on the whole set, causing a commotion.
"It's really Uno, really Uno!" Excited voices rang from Lin Xi's back, the ending trembled, the tone was high, and there seemed to be a hint of crying.
"When did Uno come!"
"How could Onuo come to our crew! Xiaoru, if you look at it quickly, is it my dazzle!"
...
Lin Xi frowned, and just wanted to pretend to walk away without seeing it. Suddenly a figure holding a large bouquet of white roses popped up in his mind. He sighed helplessly, raised his feet and decided to say hello.
He had just taken a step, and suddenly he heard a soft and gentle voice not far away: "Onuo."
He looked in the direction of the voice, and saw Chen Yajing wearing a simple white shirt looking at the door, looking flushed, as if she had just run.
Upon hearing this, Onuo turned his head back. He hesitated to look back at Lin Xi, which was only a few meters apart. He nodded and asked for a good question, then turned to Chen Yajing at the door.
Lin Xi looked at the back of the two men leaving each other, his hands were around his chest, and his mouth slipped.
It seems that Chen Yajing and Onuo are old. Chen Yajing, Chen Yajing ... Who is this woman?
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When Zhao Xian found Chen Yajing in the backstage dressing room, she didn't expect to meet Uno here. The last time the two met was a year ago, and they have always missed and had no chance to meet for various reasons this year.
Chen Yajing looked down at the ground, her hands rubbing unnaturally. She led Uno toward the secluded dressing room, and now everyone is concentrated on the set. There are fewer people near the dressing room and it is easy to talk.
"Who was that guy?"
Chen Yajing was tangled and didn't know what to say, and suddenly only listened to the man next to him first. She looked up in surprise at the other person, but only saw one handsome side. Onuo's gaze was quietly looking straight ahead, his expression was indifferent, it seemed that he just asked a question.
She recalled it, remembering the scene where Onuo seemed to see Qiu Huan's imprisonment on the set before, she suddenly understood, and said, "His name is Lin Xi, speaking of you newcomer to cx entertainment. Now in Ji Chengshu Under your hands, the foundation is very good and the acting skills are very good. "
Onuo slightly glanced at Chen Yajing with a shock, and her perfect expression was surprised for a moment. Being able to get this evaluation from Chen Yajing's mouth indicates that the other party is really excellent. Reminiscent of the scene I saw in the filming place before-the extraordinary temperament young man forgiving his teeth fragilely, laughing desperately and madly ...
Indeed, a great newcomer.
"Why, would you like to bring your younger generation?" Chen Yajing pulled her ears of blue hair, and the tension that had originally occurred in her heart due to meeting again gradually subsided, her red lips curled up, revealing a mature and charming smile.
Onuo's dark and distant eyes dropped, his expression was unknown, he was silent, and did not answer this question.
It was dark when the sky was dark, and the two stopped when they came to the quiet and remote blue walls and green tiles. Onuo turned to look down at Chen Yajing and asked, "When did you return to China?" The tone was calm and his eyes were calm.
Chen Yajing's complexion flashed for a moment, her smile was awkward, and she said, "It's been almost three months since I came back." She paused, hesitated for a while, and added, "I'm just acting as a style consultant for this show Won't stay too long. "
Onuo nodded slightly, his eyes were dark and deep, and he could not see his emotions.
Chen Yajing carefully observed the expression of the other side but could not see the meaning of the other side. She smiled bitterly in her heart and scolded herself for thinking too much. She quickly adjusted her mood and asked, "When did you come back? I remember you weren't filming in Tongariro?"
"I came back at the beginning of the month. Last month, my drama was just a killer."
"I remember Steven was easy to let go before all the shots were reviewed. Why are you back?"
Onuo's eyes darkened, and he paused for a while before answering, "I'll come to the funeral."
Both were silent for a while, and the atmosphere was frozen and awkward.
Chen Yajing clenched her teeth, her smile stiffened on her cheek. The breeze blew, a centuries-old banyan tree on the corner of the wall made a chirping sound, and the green leaves swayed. Chen Yajing was annoyed at her words, but didn't know how to remedy it.
She forgot about the accidental fall of the man twenty-four days ago and deliberately avoided his funeral.
Did you come back to attend the funeral of that person deliberately ... Chen Yajing looked up and quietly looked at Onuo's expression, but saw that the other side narrowed her eyes, and her qi was calm and there seemed no reaction.
After thinking for a long time, she finally sighed and said, "I thought you should have forgotten all these years."
Onuo was silent for a long time, and when Chen Yajing thought he would never get the answer again, he opened his lips in a frown: "I thought ... I have forgotten it." The tone was flat and undisturbed, but the mood was long and distant, like quiet A deep feeling.
Chen Yajing froze, looking at such a strange Onuo, her deep feelings began to ferment, as if there was a slight change.
"Onuo."
Onuo raised her eyes and looked at Chen Yajing, only to see that she suddenly bent her round eyes, a bright and refined smile bloomed on the corner of her lips, and said lightly, "I think I have forgotten you."
After hearing this, Onuo nodded slightly after saying a long silence, saying, "Forget it."
It seemed to release all the emotions that had been suppressed in the bottom of my heart for several years. With this thorough showdown, Chen Yajing suddenly felt a lot more relaxed. The rich, unreleasable emotion that has been buried in my heart for many years, finally ... I said it calmly.
The answer was as good as I always thought, but at the moment I didn't think it was so important.
All the green onions from the age of 20 were delivered to this person, and now more than a decade has passed by, and she is no longer the ignorant woman who knew nothing about innocence and alone in society.
She lowered her head and looked at her bright red nails, as if seeing the tears dripping from her heart little by little at night.
The years are long and the time is grinding. What kind of emotions can withstand the test of time and remain affectionate as ever?
In this game of love chase, she lost.
Lost to Uno, but also to someone who has never seen it before. 2k novel reading network