What is it like to have a sand sculpture blood wife?

Chapter 70 70. The Power of Missing

Wu Jing had already sent the electronic version of Captain China's script to the two of them via mobile phone.

After signing the non-disclosure agreement, the rest is to get on the right track as soon as possible and film well.

This is Wu Jing's style, getting things done is the most important thing.

If he trusts you, he won't hide it, and if he doesn't trust you, he won't use you at all.

But what are his characteristics?

You can tell from the script.

Proper style of a straight man of steel, heavy military thinking, simple and clear story line, everything puts the righteousness of the family and the country first.

As far as character creation is concerned, there is actually a lack of more changes and connotations.

In fact, it’s not just Wu Jing, everyone who was born in kung fu movies has this problem. If you make them hard, they can make hundreds of flowers.

You let them hide and let them play some deep-seated roles with rich inner emotions, but it looks awkward no matter how you look at it.

In "Three Fiends 2", it can be seen that Wu Jing is really not suitable for this type of role.

Wu Jing tends to use too much force when speaking lines.

In comparison, Xia Yuan seems to be a little bit better.

Therefore, the chief director only had requirements for their play, but did not raise too many questions about their acting skills.

……

The return date is December 12th, Christmas Eve in the West, the eve of Christmas.

Sitting on the plane, Xia Yuan read the script for a while, then glanced out the window.

For some reason, a strange feeling lingered in his chest.

He dreamed of the day when he flew from Xiangjiang to Singapore during his last trip.

He and Ying Sitong were on the plane, and the two sat by the window.

The delicate girl cheered and looked at the scenery outside the window. The sea of ​​white clouds spread out, stretching as far as the eye can see.

The sky was blue, a sunny day she had never seen before.

It's like flying in a fairyland.

Ying Sitong's face was reflected in the window, from which he could see the innocent and silly girl.

Her smile is as bright as the clouds outside the window.

It's like a side beam of light.

At this moment, Xia Yuan clearly knew——

Ying Sitong is not his mistletoe.

She is her own sun.

Shine on him with the residual warmth that emanates, let him grow.

Perhaps, in the finite and infinite future, Xia Yuan will always revolve around it.

It's like the earth defending the sun.

Until the sun dies, and swells and devours itself.

Xia Yuan dreamed that during that trip, he fell into a deep sleep.

Not because of anything else, but because of the peace of mind of having someone by your side.

It's like he snuggled up to his parents when he was a child.

In his sleep, he unconsciously leaned his head on Ying Sitong's shoulder.

The body of the beautiful young woman of the blood race is soft, but it supports him firmly.

As the plane swayed, his body would rub against hers.

What came from his breath was the faint fragrance of Ying Sitong's body.

……

Xia Yuan woke up from the plane, and when he opened his eyes, he found that Ying Sitong was not around him.

It was Jiang Xiaoling.

She tilted her head to one side and fell into a deep sleep.

There are faint traces of saliva at the corner of the mouth.

For some reason, Xia Yuan woke up from his sleep with a feeling of loss in his chest.

Then a strange sadness brewed in my heart.

Maybe with a touch of sweetness.

It's like there are ants crawling on my heart, or being bitten by a little bat.

The halo outside the window reminded him of the dream he had just had.

……

After getting off the plane and leaving the airport, he and Jiang Xiaoling took the bus to Yunze Film and Television City.

The bus was full of passengers, and several elderly people leaned on chairs and closed their eyes to rest.

Another elementary school student was standing in the carriage holding his mother's hand.

Seeing their appearance, Xia Yuan gently pulled the ring on the top of his head, remembering the scene of taking the subway with Ying Sitong before.

That guy insisted on showing the balance ability of the blood race, but he didn't want to lead him.

When Xia Yuan thought of this, the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously.

At the same time, he saw the old woman in the opposite seat nodding and smiling at him.

Xia Yuan quickly restrained his smile and coughed twice, so as not to be misunderstood that he didn't want to work hard.

……

"Brother, can you call me on Heping Road later, I want to sleep for a while."

The elder brother next to Xia Yuan asked him a question.

"No problem, you go to sleep, the custody will wake you up."

"Thank you big brother."

The middle-aged brother folded his hands, leaned on the chair, and started snoring loudly after a while.

At the same time, Xia Yuan saw the old woman smiling silently at him, giving him a look of approval.

He took a deep breath and silently turned his gaze out of the window.

A row of green poplar trees flew past in sight.

Don't look at the old lady's age, but she is younger compared to Ying Sitong.

Ying Sitong is over 1800 years old.

This is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

A mist formed in Xia Yuan's eyes.

It was hard for him to imagine, what kind of experience would it be if people could really live forever?
And his distance from longevity may only be a few hundred cc of true blood.

As long as he is willing, he can become a new blood race.

But he is terrified of time.

Countless cycles of history.

What remained and what was lost.

What is truth and what is a lie?

……

"Young man, my condolences and my condolences."

It was the old woman from before, who had a direct dialogue with him this time.

"What?" Xia Yuan was at a loss for a while.

"Your eye drops are distressing." The old man flattened his mouth, tears glistened at the corners of his eyes, "When my wife passed away, I was like this too.

This is called love!This is called the taste of longing! "

The old man paused every word and said firmly.

"Grandma, you misunderstood."

Xia Yuan felt a little headache.

Ying Sitong?

I will miss her?

"I'm really not. I'm afraid it's too late for her. How can I love her?"

"Hey." The old man gave a sinister smile, "Isn't it embarrassing? Otherwise, why would you mention the word [her]?"

"..."

The old man raised his face full of traces of time, and said proudly, "Tang Xianzu wrote in the Peony Pavilion, [Love does not know where it started, it goes deep].

It would be nice if the feelings could be explained clearly.

My wife and I had an arranged marriage, and I didn't like him at first.

But after he passed away, he realized that this heart was empty, and he had to find something to fill it. "

"Grandma, it's really not..."

"Young man, I see that you have a beautiful face and a bright future. There is no need to fall into the pain of thinking about loving silver. You can..."

"Old man, she is still alive!"

Xia Yuan quickly blocked her mouth, otherwise it would be endless.

"I just went back to see my wife."

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