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Chapter 42 Chapter 43 Makeup

On August 23, 1999, Han Qiao returned to Hengdian.

As early as two days ago, Li Hantao of "Little Li Flying Knife" called him and told him to go back to make up for the scene.

"Little Li's Flying Knife" has entered the final stage. After completing a few scenes, it is ready to be sent for post-editing. Speaking of which, the filming was really fast, and the forty episodes were almost shot in four months.

Han Qiao estimated that Yuan Baye was also under great pressure, and if it were not released earlier, next year the spring would be bright, Zhu Bajie would be bright, young Bao Qingtian would be murderous, and Xiao Li Fei Dao would not be sure of victory in the face of these two classics.

Han Qiao rushed to the Guomao Building. The crew of Little Li's Flying Knife had almost left, and only Wu Jing and Yu Feihong were left in the crew.

Li Hantao put together a game and invited Wu Jing and Yu Feihong to drink and chat.

He has been exhausted these past few months, working day and night. As soon as Yuan Baye left, he completely let himself go. Wu Jing messaged him a few days ago. It is said that this guy even chatted with some big girls at night.

Xiao Li's flying knives has been filmed, what else is left to do, it's just rain hitting banana trees.

"Han Qiao, this way." Li Hantao was shirtless and sweating profusely.

"Brother Li, Brother Jing." Han Qiao went over to say hello.

After finding a place to sit down, Brother Gou opened a bottle of wine: "Han Qiao, how about going to Yanjing to interview with Swordsman?"

"Thanks to Brother Li for helping me with this matter." Han Qiao leaned over the bottle and the two of them touched it: "The interview was okay, but I don't know how Producer Zhang was selected."

Li Hantao thought for a moment: "It's really hard to tell. Big Beard was originally going to invite Zhang Zhiyi to play the role of Ren Yingying, and the salary was two million. I didn't expect Zhang Yimou to mess up this matter."

"Xu Qing later appeared in the role. This was an emergency. The actor she recommended, the bearded man, had to be seriously considered."

After hearing the silence, Han Qiao smiled bitterly and said, "Just leave it to fate."

Wu Jing took a sip of wine and said, "Let me tell you, Lao Han, don't worry too much. Little Li's Flying Knife will be aired in a few months. I don't dare to say who will lead the show. I will just pick the supporting roles."

"What Lao Wu said is right." Li Hantao suddenly became proud: "Xiao Li's flying knife will definitely become a big hit, and then we will all take advantage of the wind to fly high."

"Goofy."

The three of them looked at each other, smiled, and clinked glasses.

A drama is like your own child. Now that you have given birth to it, you can’t stop thinking about it. What’s more, the bonus of a good drama is enough to make people keep making appointments.

After Li Hantao drank the wine, his temperament became wretched again, and he smiled mysteriously: "Han Qiao, did something happen between you and Yu Feihong?"

Han Qiao burped and felt a little guilty: "Brother Li, why don't I understand what you are saying?"

"I said in the morning that we would make a game in the evening, and Yu Feihong had no problem with it. In the afternoon, I heard that you were coming, but Yu Feihong refused directly." Li Hantao's wise eyes glowed in the dark night.

Wu Jing also became interested, put her arm around Han Qiao's shoulders, and threatened: "The unruly people will tell you the truth, or they will be interrogated by the three courts."

Han Qiao felt Brother Jing's hard muscles: "You two have misunderstood me. I am an 18th-tier actor and someone else is a big star. I want to do something."

Li Hantao and Wu Jing thought about it and felt it made sense. Their status was very different.

Li Hantao patted Han Qiao on the shoulder: "Don't be discouraged, little brother, it's just a woman. I will introduce you to a few girls in a while. Don't tell me, they are all inferior to each other."

After drinking, Han Qiao declined Li Hantao's invitation to visit her daughter's village at night.

The crew of Little Li's Flying Knife booked him a room in the Guomao Building for another three days. This time, Li Hantao was the boss of the crew. With a wave of his hand, he was given a king-size bed room with a TV according to the configuration of the protagonist.

Han Qiao has been drinking too much recently, and his alcohol consumption has skyrocketed. He drank three bottles of wine at the risk of his life today, and feels dizzy and hot all over.

Staggering up the stairs, Han Qiao glanced at his room card, 1604.

The hotel corridor was dimly lit with orange lights and was empty. Han Qiao got out of the elevator, looked for direction, and walked to the door while holding on to the wall.

I put the key card on the door lock, but after waiting for a long time, there was no response.

Han Qiao looked at the key card and knocked hard on the door.

After a while, the door opened.

Yu Feihong was wearing pajamas, and her delicate collarbones were all white. When she saw the man in front of her, she felt panicked. She looked in the corridor and saw no one, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Han Qiao fell to the ground drunkenly.

Yu Feihong knelt down and whispered: "Han Qiao, wake up."

At this time she saw the room key card on the ground, picked it up and looked at it, 1604, she lives in 1603.

After thinking about it, Yu Feihong helped Han Qiao up, staggered to the next room, and opened the door.

After turning on the light, Yu Feihong struggled to help Han Qiao into the house and closed the door. Her heart was pounding. This was the first time she helped a man in her pajamas.

And this was in a hotel, so if anyone saw it, it would be big news.

Moving away Han Qiao's annoying hand, Yu Feihong supported Han Qiao and threw him on the bed. He was dripping with sweat and fanned himself with his hand, which made him feel much cooler.

I looked down and saw that this bitch was dishonest.

Yu Feihong rolled her eyes at Han Qiao, rearranged her pajamas, turned on the air conditioner, and prepared to go out.

"Water...water..."

A hoarse voice came from the bed.

Yu Feihong thought about how this man had taken care of her all night last time, and her face was red. She poured a glass of water from the bedside and walked to the bedside: "Han Qiao, drink water."

Han Qiao opened his eyes in a daze and saw a woman in front of him. He thought he was dreaming, so he took the water handed over by the woman and drank it.

After drinking the water, he still felt thirsty. He smashed his mouth and saw the woman's moist lips. He pulled them with his hand. The amazing softness made his heart flutter. Han Qiao drank hard, but became more and more thirsty.

Could it be that the well was not deep enough? Han Qiao looked at it dialectically and decided to dig the well himself.

No, why did the well flood? Han Qiao was afraid that the house would be flooded, so he quickly blocked it with something.

A delicate cry of the cuckoo. As we all know, the cuckoo is a kind of bird with a plaintive and melodious cry that lingers around for three days.

Han Qiao felt that this dream was getting more and more bizarre, but the flood was still fierce after all, so he could only try the risk while trembling.

The next day, Han Qiao woke up from bed feeling refreshed, and the fatigue and boring stress of many days were gone.

It's strange that drinking alcohol has such benefits.

With the sticky compress on his body, Han Qiao remembered last night's dream and felt a little happy. The sixteen-year-old boy was finally maturing.

After washing up, Han Qiao went out to make up for the scene.

When we arrived at the set, the crew hadn't been set up yet.

The stage manager sent the script, and Han Qiao read it. This play was You Longsheng's last scene.

At this time, Li Hantao came over. This fat man was wearing a peaked cap, large pants on the lower body, and black short sleeves on the upper body. The tiger on his chest was vividly supported by his fat belly.

"Han Qiao, this scene is to make up for your assassination of the Bodhisattva of Joy. Now only Yu Feihong is on the crew. Is there any problem?"

"No problem, Director Li." Han Qiao closed the script and said,

It is normal for the crew to make up scenes. Sometimes the actors' schedules cannot be arranged, so they have to shoot the other people's scenes first, then make up the scenes and edit them in later.

The scene of Han Qiao is mainly to supplement the assassination of Huanxi Bodhisattva, and the camera is on Huanxi Bodhisattva and Han Qiao.

Thinking of Yu Feihong, Han Qiao felt strange. He felt that she was the material of his dream last night. This made Han Qiao subconsciously remind himself: "Licking a dog will lead to a good death."

=-=Driving is harmonized again. Forget it.

(End of chapter)