The husband who agreed to marry suddenly became a clingy

Chapter 65 Insomnia
The sound of crackling rain hit the glass crisply, the vines of the rose were bent, and the flowers fell all over the ground.

The mobile phone was left idle on the table, the screen seemed to be broken, and there was no movement throughout the afternoon.

Chen Xingsa came back from dinner. The hotel had electricity. After turning on the light, she looked at the pitiful rose bushes outside the window. They were so fragile. If they weren't clustered tightly together, the whole flower might be destroyed.

She closed the curtains, picked up the mobile phone on the table, and turned on the screen. The signal was still weak. The place was remote, and the heavy rain probably affected the signal tower.

Putting down the phone and leaving it alone, he turned and went into the bathroom.

After returning, she was wrapped in pajamas and collapsed on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

I deeply feel that habit is a terrible thing. I talked on the phone with Xu Qinggui for several days, and I couldn't hear his voice for a while, so I always felt that something was missing.

Thinking of the photo she saw today, she narrowed her eyes slightly, and suddenly gritted her teeth.

Recalling the soul-stirring kiss a week ago, he became even more angry.

She is very possessive.

When she doesn't put a person in her heart, she has nothing to do with how that person pretends; but once she regards a person as her own, she can't stand being touched by others.

She couldn't lie to herself that she had no feelings for Xu Qinggui.

Among other things, impulse is also feeling.

In the entertainment industry, it's not that I haven't met someone who is full of hormones and tries to pursue her. Maybe someone else would have stripped off her clothes and pounced on her, but she is pure-hearted and can't bear the slightest ripple.

Xu Qinggui was the only man who made her impulsive.

Depend on!
The more Chen Xingsa thought about it, the more angry she became, a feeling of depression condensed in her heart, it was as heavy as a steelyard, she was so bored that she wanted to throw something.

I don't know how long it has passed, the rain outside the window is sometimes slow and sometimes urgent, sometimes light and sometimes heavy.

Even though the sound of the rain had a hypnotic effect, she didn't fall asleep until the middle of the night, and she slept until dawn.

In the early morning, Chen Xingsa was so sleepy that his eyelids stuck together, his upper and lower eyelashes were intertwined, and he seemed unwilling to separate.

Half-squinting, he turned on his phone to check the time, it was 08:30.

The screen was empty, and I felt a little lost for no reason.

The sound of rain outside was still the same. It had been raining for almost a day and a night, and there was no desire to stop.

She turned over and was about to sleep for a while, but just fell into a deep sleep when knocks on the door woke her up.

Chen Xingsa woke up for a moment, put on his slippers, walked over to open the door.

Xiaoyu looked at her sluggish appearance, "Sister Sa, get up and have breakfast, everyone has finished eating, you have to eat if you have a bad stomach."

"Understood." She stepped back: "You come in first and wait for me, I'll wash and change clothes."

Xiaoyu hesitated to speak after entering the door, watching her enter the bathroom.

She glanced at it, landed on the black phone on the table, sneaked over, and turned on the screen.

Except for the time, there is only blank space on the lock screen.

She withdrew her hand embarrassingly, and muttered, "This is a signal from hell."

Chen Xingsa changed his clothes and came out, "Let's go."

Xiaoyu naturally helped her pick up the phone and handed it over.

Chen Xingsa glanced at it and raised his hand to take it.

Xiaoyu breathed a sigh of relief: "I don't know when the rain will stop."

She complained: "I'm almost bored to death, the hotel's wireless network is also broken, and the mobile phone has no signal. Alas, this place is too remote."

Chen Xingsa asked, "Have they started filming yet?"

"We're on the set, Sister An Yu was filming under such heavy rain in the first scene, I don't know if my body can take it."

She nodded slightly: "Go and have a look after dinner."

...

Downstairs in the ancient city, the dark clouds overwhelmed the city, and the scene was noisy. Jiang Yu stood in the rain with an umbrella, his trouser legs were half wet, and directed the photographer's position.

The extras are ready, and the rain is dripping down my cheeks, making it hard to keep my eyes open.

She gathered up her coat, and the rain splashed on her bare skin, causing goose bumps all over her body.

The water is cool and the wind is cool.

She was wearing Martin boots and trousers tucked in, showing a bit of ability. She was wearing a black peaked cap, with drooping eyebrows and eyes, and only her red lips were exposed.

Walking to Meng Anyu's side, she had already changed into a costume, a dark blue skirt, a jade crown and tassels, sitting there upright, really like a princess from time travel.

She was brewing emotions and kept watching the rain without speaking.

After setting everything up, Jiang Yu looked at Meng Anyu and raised his chin to signal her to go up.

Chen Xingsa shook her shoulders: "Come on, don't be nervous."

"Ah."

She raised the hem of her skirt, hesitated for a moment in front of the city tower, and then stepped into the rain. The assistant followed her with an umbrella, but it was almost useless.

She shivered violently, and walked towards the fixed position step by step, the tassel barely trembled on top of her head, she walked steadily, every step was a princess etiquette.

Ye Ling praised from the side: "An Yu's body is very good."

Qingmao picked up Meng Anyu's script, filled it with a lot of notes, the script book was all yellowed, and said with shame: "I was not as serious as she was when I wrote it."

Ye Ling smiled half-truthfully, "I'm under pressure."

All the actors were ready, Jiang Yu raised his hand to make a gesture, the staff played the board, and the first scene officially started shooting.

The assistant hurriedly opened the umbrella and retreated, the splashing rain washed Meng Anyu's body instantly, and the coolness pierced through her limbs like a cold blade.

This is a long shot. The photographer zooms in from inside the city, from the death of the princess' biological mother, to the outside of the city where the princess sees this scene.

Long shots are not easy to shoot. If one person makes a mistake, he has to retake it.

According to Jiang Yu's repeated orders, everyone can't make mistakes, otherwise everyone will be caught in the rain, so it's best to go through it once.

Jiang Yu's eyes were fixed on the camera, and he could see everyone's expressions clearly. A soldier in the middle touched his neck with his hand, and he yelled Ka, and changed the person without saying a word.

Everyone cheered up, and finally realized how serious Jiang Yu was in filming, he was really meticulous.

After two times, the camera finally pulled to Meng Anyu's side, capturing her micro-expressions clearly.

Meng Anyu really put a lot of energy into this scene, and his expressions, demeanor and movements were all just right. When he saw his mother die in front of her eyes, he rushed over crying, his tears mixed with the rain, and it was almost indistinguishable.

Everyone was a little moved, but Jiang Yu suddenly called out.

He picked up the microphone: "Running is too slow, go faster."

With such a heavy rain, the clothes on his body were wet and heavy. It would be nice to be able to run. Everyone felt that he was a bit picky, but Meng Anyu didn't say anything, and put up his expression and got up.

Jiang Yu said again: "Go and touch up her makeup."

Makeup artists and assistants hurried over, waiting for everything to be ready.

It happened again for the fourth time, and this time someone had a problem again. Until the fifth time, Meng Anyu tried his best to lift his feet and run forward. When the last scene was drawn, everyone looked at Jiang Yu nervously.

He opened his lips: "Yes."

The assistant rushed over, covered Meng Anyu with the jacket, and brought her over.

Back under the shed, Meng Anyu's face was a little pale, Jiang Yu finally raised his eyes, and praised generously: "Not bad."

Meng Anyu smiled slightly, feeling that she was happier than any director's compliment: "Thank you Director Jiang."

(End of this chapter)