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Chapter 43 Chapter 44 Psychological Sin

Bamboo house outside Hengdian.

Han Qiao looked ferocious and stabbed the long sword in his hand into the void with a vicious look.

This scene is Han Qiao assassinating Huanxi Bodhisattva.

Huanxi Bodhisattva has already finished the filming. Unlike Han Qiao who signed the contract for the entire drama, Huanxi Bodhisattva is just a big shot, so there is no obligation to make up for the drama.

Han Qiao imagined that his long sword stabbed into the back of Bodhisattva Huanxi, and the long-lasting depression was released at this moment. His eyes were red and his hands were exposed. Han Qiao's last performance was like a crazy roar, but this time he replayed, but he had different ideas.

In front of the monitor, Li Hantao looked at the small screen and exclaimed in surprise.

In the monitor, You Longyun's body twitched, lowered his head slightly, and raised his head. You Longsheng's expression was very calm, but his eyes were cold and he pronounced the words word by word: "Hushen Bodhisattva, you didn't expect that I would kill you."

"How did this kid improve his acting skills?" Li Hantao murmured in a low voice, but did not stop.

In the monitor, the play continues.

You Longsheng's expression was calm, but his twitching body and his hands with blue veins exposed made people feel depressed. This person was too cruel.

Han Qiao pulled out the knife and stabbed it one after another, like a sophisticated machine performing a task. At this time, his knife was stuck by the bones of the Bodhisattva Huanxi.

You Longsheng looked surprised. Han Qiao had previous experience. After a brief surprise, his expression relaxed slightly, as if he knew his ending. But even so, his hands did not stop. Instead, he held the knife in both hands and stabbed it with all his strength.

Now is not the time to just rush.

"Click."

Li Hantao shouted and walked to Han Qiao: "This time I performed well. I am Baoyi, and I will act the same as last time. Let's see how the eighth master chooses."

Han Qiao responded, rubbed her face, and the shooting continued.

The play is over and it is noon. Han Qiao still has a play to make up for it in the afternoon, and there is only a box lunch at noon.

The crew set up a sunshade in the woods.

Hengdian is still very hot in August, and his body is covered in tight ancient costumes. Han Qiao sat in the awning, sweating profusely, and his legs were crossed like a pug.

At this time, Yu Feihong came over.

"Han Qiao, what are you doing?" Yu Feihong sat opposite Han Qiao, with a white face red, and picked up a teacup to drink water.

Han Qiao heard the familiar voice and looked a little embarrassed: "Teacher Yu, good afternoon."

Thinking of last night's dream, Han Qiao was even more embarrassed: "Teacher Yu, I'll go over there to watch the show."

"Sit down." Yu Feihong put down the water cup and looked at Han Qiao with his head tilted. "Han Qiao, have you done something wrong? I'm so afraid of me."

"No, no." Thinking of Yu Feihong deliberately neglected after the last time, Han Qiao's tone was plain: "Teacher Yu is a first-line star, I am just a small character in the 18th line. If you come here, I will naturally have to retreat."

Yu Feihong smiled gently: "Is this really the case? But why do I sound a little sour?"

"Is the girl who stood beside you last time your girlfriend? She is a handsome man and a beautiful woman." Yu Feihong seemed to be nothing, lifting her long hair on her temples with green fingers, and sweating was dripping on her delicate and white collarbone.

Han Qiao was about to speak, but Yu Feihong stopped in his hand and looked at Han Qiao: "Han Qiao, do you like me?"

A beautiful woman asked you if you like her. You must not be timid at this time. Han Qiao straightened her back and said righteously: "I like you..." After a pause, Han Qiao added: "The role played."

Yu Feihong smiled brightly: "So you are my fan."

Han Qiao's heart was pounding.

At this time, Yu Feihong's agent Xiao Tao walked in from outside and saw Yu Feihong smiling happily. He looked at Han Qiao meaningfully: "Sister Yu, this is something I bought from the town."

Yu Feihong browed bitterly: "Xiao Tao, let it go here, I have no appetite now."

Xiaotao had no choice but to put down the lunch box and looked at Han Qiao again before leaving.

Han Qiao felt it was inexplicable, you are guarding against thieves.

After Xiaotao went out, Yu Feihong opened the lunch box, which contained light food to relieve heat.

"Han Qiao, I have no appetite at noon, you can eat it."

Han Qiao looked at the lunch box that Yu Feihong pushed: "Teach it yourself, I'll just eat the lunch box."

Yu Feihong blinked and suddenly realized: "So you are a fake fan. I understand. You don't like my character."

Han Qiao had no choice but to take the chopsticks and took a bite viciously: "I'm a real fan."

In the afternoon, Han Qiao finished the show and hid Yu Feihong. Maybe it was the dream he had that night, and Han Qiao felt strange.

Fortunately, Yu Feihong flew away the next day.

As the crew became fewer and fewer, Han Qiao's scenes were finally completed in two days.

On the day the crew finished filming, Li Hantao invited Wu Jing and Han Qiao to drink a drink, and the cups were colliding together, indicating that the crew of Li Feidao was officially disbanded.

As the first TV series that Han Qiao participated in, Han Qiao is still looking forward to it. Li Hantao told him that Li Xiao Li Feidao should officially start broadcasting in November.

The room in Guomao Building retreated, and Han Qiao returned to the rental house.

As Xiao Li's flying knife came to an end, Han Qiao was idle again.

The manuscript of Longcun 2 was mailed to Tian Tian. The proofreading process is currently underway. Han Qiao suggested not to rush to publish it. Longcun is still short for a while, and it can make efforts in the future.

There is no contact with the Swordsman. Han Qiao is probably a bearded man who is playing with the Beijing Circle. The bearded man is a very good at hype. The Jin Yong martial arts drama he produced has not started filming, and various scandal news flows all over the world.

Han Qiao had no good idea, so he could only wait passively.

However, after two castings were controlled by others, he was determined to change this situation. After thinking about it, he avoided casting, and then invested or published a script.

There is no money to invest in Hanqiao, so the script can be considered.

August 26, night.

The summer in Hengdian is coming to an end, and the bleak autumn officially takes over this small town in the south. After an autumn rain, the scenery outside the window of Hanqiao became lonely.

Han Qiao sat at the desk, spreading out the paper, and preparing to write a suspense novel.

The reason why I chose suspense is that the suspense market is large and the audience is highly accepted by the audience, the second is that the suspense shooting cost is low, and the third is that suspense tests acting skills.

Han Qiao chose a long time and finally chose a TV series that was popular all over the Internet in later generations - Psychological Sin.

This era is still the world of historical dramas, but with the popularity of "Young Bao Qingtian" next year, suspense has also become a market.

Han Qiao did it as soon as he said it. Psychological Crime is adapted from a novel of the same name. This novel was published by Chongqing Publishing House in 2007, adapted into a TV series in 2015, and adapted into a movie in 2017, which is enough to prove the high quality of the novel.

Psychological Crime is a series of novels, mainly telling the story of a series of cases that have occurred in City C that made the police feel confused. When the police were at a loss, Fang Mu, a taciturn college student, suddenly got involved. In order to prove his innocence, Fang Mu was forced to embark on the road of analyzing criminal psychology...

The first novel is a portrait of psychological sins.

As Han Qiao's ink was spit out, a treacherous crime city slowly unfolded on paper.

The child is stupid on a stand-alone basis. Is there any big guy who scolds me and cheers up?

(End of this chapter)