Good Samaritan Mr Yu

Shen Yu was hung from the Wia high in the sky, his body swayed with the swing of the Wia rope, and the blower that accompanied him throughout the play was blowing tirelessly below, screaming in a white robe.

Su Yi Qingsi, a bright face boy, as gentle and beautiful as when he first appeared on the stage.

Shen Yu's open hands slowly dropped and looked up to the sky. There was a smile at the corner of his lips, and his eyes were blank but empty, but with a sense of relief. He was clearly about to dissipate completely, but he didn't panic at all. Also, for the wind that has existed for tens of thousands of years, what else is worth panic?

When Jiu Yao and Nie Luo were in crisis, He Qi, who followed them, finally made a move. He smiled and greeted his former comrades one by one. With a very clever tongue, everyone present was ridiculed, and he was able to fully expose the family's conspiracy. He was elegant and smiled throughout the whole process.

Finally, when the aristocratic family became embarrassed and exposed their nature and wanted to catch him on the spot, He Qi smiled freely, turned around and pulled Jiu Yao behind him, the strong energy erupted in an instant, and the cold wind blew rapidly centering on them. People can approach.

"He Qi" other people on the scene realized what He Qi was going to do, and they all exclaimed to stop them, but it was too late. The ceremony has already begun. This overbearing and irreversible sacrifice ceremony can give the power of a wind to a person for his use, but at the same time the wind will completely dissipate between the world and the earth.

Jiu Yao only saw this sacrifice ceremony a few times in his grandfather's notes, and it was considered tasteless, because no Feng had been willing to give everything to one person in such a suicidal way for thousands of years. But He Qi did just that. Jiu Yao felt that her body began to flood with a steady stream of power, without any sense of rejection, and He Qi's figure was blurred in her vision.

"Brother He Qi" Jiu Yao yelled loudly, and the person floating above finally looked down at her, his brows and eyes were the same as when they first met, with some teasing in the gentleness.

"I think it's boring to continue to exist. I will give you the strength, so I won't be afraid that you will not be able to beat Nie Luo and that kid will be bullied, right?"

At this time, he is still in the mood to say these assholes

"I don't want brother He Qi, you come back, stop now, Brother He Qi"

After all, Jiu Yao's cry failed to save He Qi, and could only watch him floating in the air with a smile, gradually disappearing without a trace.

Why did He Qi choose to dissipate in this way for Jiu Yao or for Nie Luo? The calm and expectant smile on his face the second before he dissipated was clearly not the case. He is the most free wind in the world, he can reach any place he wants to go, and of course he can leave any place he doesn't want to continue to exist. He only experienced thousands of years of natural wind and frost, and tasted the prosperity of the world for a hundred years. He felt that most things in the world were so boring, so he would dissipate back wherever he wanted to appear from.

Is it really

Shen Yu's eyes slowly closed, and Ren Weiya lowered himself. If you look closely, you will find that the corners of his eyes are already moist. He Qi has been learning how to be more like the wind of human beings. At the moment before it dissipated, he finally had the perception of human beings, small but great.

"Brother Yu is happy," An Wei, who was guarding aside, immediately rushed to liberate Shen Yu from Wei Yali, and pulled him out of the play by the way.

"Congratulations to Brother Shen for finishing." The staff on the other side held a large bouquet of flowers and smiled and handed them to Shen Yu. Shen Yu quickly took over and thanked them.

"You take care of the emotions of the people who will be able to kill tomorrow." He Caicai wiped away her tears, ran over and handed Shen Yu a shocking red envelope. In the crew, under normal circumstances, actors would give such a red envelope when they played the role of death. unlucky.

"Brother Yu, your acting is so good, I can't bear to write He Qi to death as I said before. Ah, ah, he is so good." The play is over, but He Caicai's tears are still falling. .

"I'm done, don't you want to change the script again." Shen Yu had to comfort He Caicai in his own way.

"Don't worry, don't worry, although I can't bear it, this ending is absolutely classic." He Caicai wiped her tears again and suddenly smiled, "After the show is broadcast, there will be a lot of people crying, and I can't be the only one crying anyway."

""Shen Yu felt that he really couldn't understand the thinking of the young people now, especially his dried fish. Yesterday, he flipped through Weibo and clicked on his own label. He unexpectedly saw a video clip of two roles he played and made c for himself and himself. There are a lot of dried fish comments below the key. Say daffodils are delicious

One is the cute and domineering young master Gu Erlang, and the other is the sad general who died in battle. Even if these two characters really match, don’t you think it’s scary to match two identical faces? Shen Yu didn’t notice, he hasn’t. The concept of "two men pairing is terrible".

"Oh, filming on such a hot day is really a very young age. I will never think filming is fun anymore," He Caicai exaggerated sigh, "Fortunately, I have one day to finish. Yu brother, you have to take a rest first. , The day after tomorrow we’re going to record a web comprehensive for Zhufeng to publicize.”

Because the video network is eager to broadcast the drama, the production cycle of Zhanfeng has been compressed to less than one month, and now it is indeed possible to start publicity. This is the first scene that Shen Yu has filmed without worrying about whether it can be set. Speaking of picking up a certain Luo Tangji director from that rainy night, his luck has been very good. It seems that he wants to take all that he has lacked over the years. Make it up.

Shen Yu dealt with some follow-up matters, and finally took off his makeup and went back to the hotel to rest. By the time he finished the bath and went to bed, it was past 12 noon. A drama finally came to an end. Shen Yu, lazily not wanting to move, opened Weibo, planning to spend a while, and suddenly saw a piece of news about Paris being hit by a rare storm in a hot search entry.

Counting time, Zhong Simo’s plane arrived in Paris today. Shen Yu suddenly felt a little anxious and worried. He knocked on his head and opened the WeChat interface, but he didn’t know if he should post a message or what to post. .

He checked the jet lag two days ago. It should be around 5 in the morning in France. Zhong Simo, who has just crossed the flight, must be resting. There are so many people taking care of him. How could something happen? Shen Yu sighed with regret. Tone, I don't understand what's wrong with me, and I will make up my mind to refuse tomorrow morning.

Let’s continue to scan Weibo to read the jokes. Shen Yuzheng was planning to quit WeChat, but his eyes suddenly widened. The French Mr. Diaokeng who was at five o'clock in the morning actually sent a WeChat message at this time.

"I remember you finished today, didn't you see a message back?"

"Guide Zhong, why are you awake at this point?" Shen Yu was a little worried, forgetting for a while that he shouldn't reply to the news so quickly.

"The sound of rain outside was a bit loud, and the jet lag did not reverse, anyway, it was uncomfortable." Zhong Simo quickly replied, complaining a little bit cute.

"Is it uncomfortable to be uncomfortable? Did you eat something incompatible with your stomach?" Shen Yu was a little anxious when he heard that, but he couldn't do anything about it at a distance of half the earth, "Would you like to ask the assistant to help you with the doctor? Don’t be reluctant to spend money on safety first abroad."

"It's okay, I'm just a little uncomfortable and can't sleep, just bear it for a while." Zhong Simo obviously cared about Shen Yu very well, and sold it without a trace, Shen Yu really didn't notice it.

"Then you ask the hotel to give you some hot water to drink. If you are uncomfortable, you can massage the upper part of the tiger's mouth with your thumb for a while. Your work must be very heavy. Go and rest. I won't disturb you."

After Shen Yu said this, he probably realized with hindsight that his attitude was a bit too intimate, and soon stopped replying to news. Thousands of miles away in Paris, France, Zhong Simo leaned against the bedside of the hotel bed with a warm yellow lamp on his hand, yawned lazily, and sneered.

After he got off the plane last night, he couldn’t resist the warm invitation of the host’s receptionist. He went to a high-end French restaurant to have a meal. The price would surely make Shen Yu shout "corrupt" French food. Now that piece of goose is more expensive than gold. The liver is still sinking in the stomach and can’t be digested. It’s okay to say that it’s because of the water and the soil that you have eaten bad.

However, looking at the current situation, Shen Yu's attitude towards him was clearly beyond the scope of ordinary friends when he knew that he liked him, but it was a pity that the dull guy didn't realize it at all. It seems that the strategy of advancing and retreating is very effective, Zhong Simo smiled softly, anyway, he has time, and he can wait for the other party to understand it slowly.

But for now, it’s better to go to sleep earlier, otherwise the next wave of entertainment headlines might be "Zhong Simo appears haggard at the Golden Mint Film Festival and is suspected of suffering a major blow." Although it is normal for Zhong Simo to participate in film festivals and other activities abroad, but this time he is very eager to return to China as soon as possible and meet a certain Mr. Yu who does not know him.