Reborn Movie Queen's Growth Story

After talking with Shen Yi, Lin Yao and Leo confirmed that there was no conflict between them, so they really let go.

He was afraid of discord between the actors and brought his personal feelings into the play. Slowing down the progress did not affect the quality and crew atmosphere. It was more annoying than the rat shit in the soup pot.

However, since there is no doubt between the two, Lin Yao ends the conversation and tells them that they are ready to start shooting.

Confirm the flight position and departure position, record the scene board, and shoot the first scene of Shen Yi and Leo.

Their first encounter came from a box of cigarettes.

It was the first time j ö RG came to this land coveted by many countries. At that time, there was no war that needed him to participate, so he regarded this foreign trip as relaxation.

When he got off the ship and set foot on this land, the port was busy. Migrant workers, cargo men, Coachmans and passengers who went up and down crowded the port as if a war was going on.

As soon as he got off the boat, someone stopped him. He was a middle-aged man with gray hair and a face full of vicissitudes. He bent his waist, hurriedly pointed to himself and the rickshaw behind him.

He suddenly realized that the man was soliciting customers and wanted him to take his car.

Jung glanced at the two policemen behind him whose right hands had touched their waist and motioned them to put down their guns. He's here to relax, not to perform the task. He doesn't need to be so alert at all.

He is from D country, but he can speak Chinese, "how much does it cost to get to the Embassy?"

The coachman seemed surprised at his fluent Chinese. He was stunned for a moment before he hurriedly said, "an ocean. Don't worry, I can run very fast and won't waste your time."

The embassy is far from the port. It needs to run for a long time, so the corresponding price is also expensive.

Jung asked the police officer to go to the Embassy by himself. He decided to take a rickshaw in the country.

The rickshaw is very stable and the coachman runs very fast. He runs like a duck to water even in a narrow alley.

Jung felt that he must be a man who has been running through the streets all year round. He tried to talk to the coachman to ask him when he started pulling cars, how many times he pulled cars every day, how much money he could earn every day, and so on.

Although the coachman was very fond of the foreigner who could speak Chinese and wanted to take his words, he resisted his impulse and turned to curry favor with him and told him that he could not chat with him.

Jung put his hand on the edge of the car and leaned on his chin to look at the middle-aged man who pulled the rickshaw like a private car.

At this moment, the sun in a foreign country seems to be the same as the sun in country D. It is also such a sunny autumn day. There are people in a hurry on the streets. He doesn't know where they come from or where they are going, but he understands the feeling of running around for life. The sky is dark, the wind is cold, the sun is pale and his body is numb, Think twice before and after doing everything.

He sat quietly in the car and watched the local customs all the way. When he arrived at the embassy, he handed the driver the fare, and then took a box of cigarettes from the car in his thousands of thanks.

A beautiful woman is printed on the cigarette box. He saw this box of cigarettes with unique packaging in the car. Because it was still in the car before, he didn't mention to the coachman that he wanted a box of cigarettes until he got out of the car.

In fact, Jung doesn't smoke. He just wants to see the charming and amorous woman on the cigarette box.

This person has a melon seed face that is not popular in this country at present, but there is no doubt that she is beautiful. The bridge of her nose is very strong and her lips are very beautiful, but the most beautiful is her eyes, charming and misty. She hooks people in those charming eyes like a hook through the yarn and fog.

She was still wearing a white shirt and biting a suit jacket. She looked at him like a little leopard looking at the cigarette box.

Jung felt bewitched. For the first time, he knew that a woman wearing a flat shirt could be as attractive as a goblin.

He left in admiration and saw her dancing in the center surrounded by men and women in that exquisite and luxurious foreign building.

There is music in the Western-style building, and all the people on the dance floor are twisting their bodies with the beat of the music. Their looks are crazy or confused, and their bodies are enchanting or soft. However, without exception, they indulge in debauchery in this Western-style house filled with alcohol and smoke.

He swept the teasing, scolding and swaying posture of these men and women, and only looked at the beautiful woman standing alone in the center, holding the wine cup and charming stepping on the dance steps.

Almost everyone present had dancing partners. They either hugged or kissed, or did what they should have done in the room. She was the only one standing alone on the dance floor, drinking, laughing, but not talking.

Jung stood at the door and looked at her quietly. He bumped into the game with a strange straightness.

He saw her close her eyes slightly, with a little red at the end of her eyes. With the trembling crow eyelashes rippling out of her style, her full red lips were slightly open, but one corner of her mouth rose and drew a casual smile.

His motionless posture gave people a sense of difference on such a dusty dance floor. Qinghuan inevitably noticed his difference.

She glanced lazily and curiously, and then found that the other party was a tall and handsome foreigner, with meticulous hair combed, wearing a dark gray suit, a handkerchief on her chest, a hat in her hand, and a straight posture. Her seemingly gentle blue eyes were actually sharper than the hawks and falcons flying in the sky.

She could almost see at a glance that he was a soldier.

The soldiers had better not offend, especially the foreign soldiers in the concession.

Qinghuan lifted the goblet in his hand and drank the crimson liquor in the goblet when the other party was still stunned. During this period, her eyes like smoke and fog kept looking at him, so charming that they could hook into people's bones.

Jung was distracted by her heroic and charming actions. He wanted to go through these twisted men and women to her.

Qinghuan noticed his absence and didn't take it to heart. As for men, she could be fascinated by a few every moment. She saw so much that she had already lost her hazy and ambiguous imagination between men and women.

She looked away, turned around, poured the wine and continued to dance.

She didn't know how many times she had skipped such a dance. She practiced it thousands of times on the dance floor in private, but no one could come into her eyes and dance with her.

Because she has a beautiful face, she has been trained as a senior prostitute since childhood. She plays the pipa, sings songs, dances and writes good words. She knows some poetry, songs and Fu, has a good abacus, and can speak a few simple English. Qinghuan thought that even if no one is willing to buy her in the future, she can find someone to marry herself, and then live a harsh life for trivial things.

She does not reject such a poor and mediocre life, but the premise is that she can meet someone who can make her willing to do anything for it.

Qinghuan sipped the wine. Over the years, she also made a lot of money for the building. I think she can be a master by herself when she gets old.

But when her eyes turned, she caught a glimpse of the little fourth sister who was dancing with a big bellied man on the dance floor. The fourth sister is 30 years old. She has been with two men, but both men are only talkative. They are willing to buy her hairpins, bracelets and expensive Western-style cakes. They just refuse to spend a few more money on her, so she is detained to 30. In order to live, she turns around among these old and ugly men.

At the thought of this, Qinghuan felt that the liquor in her mouth was a little dull. After all, for so many years, she had never heard of a girl who could go out of a foreign building and marry. When she was old, she either gave people away or was pressed to pick up guests in the building. It was so boring that she didn't think about it all her life.

A girl like her who still keeps her body at 18 is definitely a girl whose mother wants to make a lot of money at once.

She was in a trance. She was pulled by someone's wrist without paying attention. She was not worried, but she refrained from frowning.

She looked back at the foreign man who had just looked at her.

Qinghuan smiled, but the smile didn't reach the bottom of his eyes. "Sir, you hurt me."