Outrageous

Today's scene is shot here.

Close to work.

Lu Zhiwei and Sang Wanci went back to the dressing room to remove makeup and change clothes.

The two separated in front of Lu Zhiwei's room.

"I'll come back after I take a shower," Sang Wanci said.

Luzhi smiled and nodded.

Wenwen watched them leave with her, turning her head and asked curiously: "Sister Zhi, is there anything else with you? Why does Ms. Sang come over after taking a shower?"

Lu Zhiwei's hand pressing the doorknob paused slightly.

Looking back, he shook the script in his hand.

"Guide each other's acting skills."

I didn't expect that one day she would be taken by their serious teacher Sang to say such cryptic words.

Wenwen suddenly admired: "Sister, you guys are so dedicated. You are still reading the notebook after work is over.

"And I just want to go home and sleep as soon as I finish work..."

For social animals, sleep is never enough.

It’s too painful if you don’t have time to sleep and play, but also to work!

Lu Zhi laughed slightly, raised his hand and touched her head: "Then you go back and rest. There is nothing else to do today. You won't have to run over to deliver breakfast tomorrow morning. I want to sleep more, and you should sleep more.

"Don't run over if you have nothing to do, just make a phone call."

Wenwen blinked: "Then what do you do if you are hungry?"

Lu Zhiwei: "I can still order takeaway when I'm hungry, I'm such a big person, I know how to take care of myself, don't worry."

Wenwen nodded: "Okay, let's call me if you have something to do with my sister!"

Lu Zhi smiled slightly: "Take a good rest, good night."

Wenwen: "Good night!"

Wenwen left happily.

Wei Jie is so good, Wei Jie is so considerate!

Lu Zhiwei entered the room and closed the door.

Put down the script, turn on the air conditioner, and take the clothes to take a shower.

After the shower, she sprayed some perfume specially for Sang Wanci.

It was early August in the blink of an eye since they joined the group.

The weather is still very hot, and the little fan can't get out of it every day.

Especially Sang Wanci and Luo Xinhan.

When I return to my room at night, I naturally have to turn on the air conditioner to cool off.

Besides, it will heat up in a while...

Lu Zhiwei sat on the sofa holding the script and watched it, while watching it while waiting for Sang Wanci.

At this moment, the mobile phone placed on the table rang suddenly, it was Lu Sijiao's call.

At the same time, the door was knocked.

She had to answer the phone while opening the door.

"Hey, Jiaojiao, what's the matter?"

As soon as she opened the door, Sang Wanci heard her on the phone.

Sang Wanci walked into the room and helped her close the door.

Put down the script and hug her gently from behind.

Sang Wanci put his chin on Lu Zhiwei's shoulder, and there was a clear and elegant fragrance lingering at the end of his nose.

She leaned close to her neck, sniffed it carefully, and chuckled in low eyes.

——Her Zhiwei sprayed perfume on her.

Lu Zhiwei clearly perceives her warm breath brushing his neck.

Gently, itchy, like a feather scratching.

Somewhere in my heart is becoming strange.

She was afraid that her voice was wrong, so she cleared her throat and dared to continue talking to Lu Sijiao: "Yeah, the filming went smoothly. Okay, the atmosphere of the crew is very good, and everyone is very good. Eat? Of course, it’s good. eat.

"Boyfriend? What do you think, where's my boyfriend from?"

Sang Wanci heard the words and slowly hugged her a little tighter.

The soft red lips bit her ear tip lightly, and her hands are like a snake, and her hands are not restless at all.

"There is a girlfriend." She whispered in her ear, at a volume that only the two of them could hear.

If so, Lu Zhiwei still subconsciously pulled the phone away.

She frowned, turned to look at Sang Wanci, her expression was neither uncomfortable nor happy, as if she had been tortured at a midpoint.

A torture that can make people restless at any time.

It happened that she was overwhelmed with the culprit and couldn't push her away.

Lu Sijiao's voice came from the receiver: "Sister? Are you listening?"

Lu Zhiwei hurriedly grabbed Sang Wanci's dexterous fingertips and put the phone to his ear again: "Listening and listening, just now something fell, what's wrong?"

Sang Wanci liked the expression she had just looked at herself, and he was always playing bad to her as if she had found fun.

Kissing, biting, licking, touching, kneading and pinching.

It's like a naughty kid in class.

"Sister, are you finished?" She whispered in Lu Zhiwei's ear.

Lu Zhiwei's mind was hooked and flirted by her, and his mind was completely confused.

I can only barely cheer up, responding to Lu Sijiao roughly, hoping to end the call soon and talk again next time.

"Yes... resting.

"Huh? Do you want to come to visit the class? Hmm...whatever you do.

"Next time, there is no time lately, you will come back when my sister is free.

"Jiaojiao, my sister is very tired from filming today, and I want to rest early...

"Well, good night, you go to bed earlier too."

Lu Zhiwei finally hung up and let out a long sigh of relief.

The people behind are still "running and mischievous": "Mr. Lu, are you going to sleep?"

Lu Zhiwei put down the phone, smiled and turned around to embrace her neck: "Does teacher Sang give me sleep?"

Sang Wanci smiled and said: "Yes."

Lu Zhiwei paused, only then did he realize what was wrong: "You kid really is..."

Sang Wan kissed her lips kindly, and this time he didn't add: "What is it?"

Hearing this, Lu Zhiwei took the initiative to hook the person's neck and greet him with his lips.

"It's my favorite person."

The night is long.

Lips and tongues touched, hugged closely, and fought together.

The five fingers were immersed in the soft hair, and they confided their love for each other in the most secret place, and even the breath that came out had each other's name.

…

Lu Zhiwei took the shower and washed away the thin sweat from the back of Sang Wanci's neck.

Sang Wanci hugged her, buried her face in her neck, motionless.

The two talked as they washed, from the plot to the characters, to whom they were going to spend the New Year, and finally talked about living together.

"Sister moved to live with me, okay?"

Her house is very big, and she lives alone in an open space.

She still likes that when Lu Zhiwei is there, even lying on the sofa to spend time has become the sweetest enjoyment in the world.

As she talked, she hugged Lu Zhiwei tightly, and her voice was lazy and gentle: "I will let Xiaoqiu buy a lot of vegetables and put them in the refrigerator. We will cook together and walk downstairs together after dinner.

"Watch the sunset together in the evening, and watch the snow together in winter.

"When summer is here, we will go to Guanyue Cliff together and watch the sea while eating watermelon."

Love is great, and love is ordinary.

This is what she wants to do with Lu Zhiwei, and it is as beautiful as she can think of.

She doesn't need vigorous love, that's fine.

Lu Zhiwei listened quietly.

Every word Sang Wanci said can form a warm picture in her mind.

Everywhere in the painting is dotted with her yearning and expectation.

"Okay," she said with a smile, "we live together."

Sang Wanci withdrew from her embrace, his eyes locked tightly on her: "Really?"

Lu Zhiwei nodded: "Well, really."

As long as they don't say anything, no one suspects that they are living together as a couple.

Everyone will only regard them as good friends.

What's wrong with living with good friends?

Ying Xize used to live at a friend's house!

The siblings just want to be neat!

Lu Zhi exaggerated: "Ah, I went to live in Teacher Sang's house. Isn't it not good to eat and drink for free? Do I have to pay the rent?"

Sang Wanci chuckled softly: "Well, I want to hand it in."

She kissed her lips: "I have to hand it every night."

"Every night? Teacher Sang, you are a squeeze."

"Ms. Lu doesn't like it?"

"..."

"Ok?"

"I still like it..."

Sang Wanci took the shower head from Lu Zhiwei's hand and hung it back in place, and began to restless again.

"Mr. Lu," she bit her ears, "I want to hand in from now on."

The affection is lingering, hard to stop.

Lu Zhiwei honestly admits his fate.

She can't live up to Teacher Sang's good intentions to let her sleep a little longer tomorrow.

In order to pay back to Teacher Sang, she also had to let her sleep for a while tomorrow.

...

I slept happily for another morning with my girlfriend. The two of them were in good spirits and refreshed.

A new day and a new job.

The only constant is that the weather is still so hot.

After changing into costumes and putting on makeup, the actors take their place.

In this scene, the goddess is compassionate and pitying, helping Lin Huairou to change her fate without authorization, and the relationship between the two is very close.

Lin Huairou went to the temple to worship the goddess as always.

The goddess stood outside the temple.

This time, Lin Huairou did not tell her of her distress.

In the camera, Lu Zhiwei stood silently outside the hall, thoughtful.

In this life, Lin Huairou was a virtuous and virtuous wife, a filial and obedient daughter, and a well-managed mistress.

She cherished a bodhisattva heart and never made a mistake, but she didn't think anything for herself.

Now he is still tired of her husband, and the death is approaching.

The goddess thought about it, but she didn't understand what her followers did wrong, and she was about to suffer this catastrophe.

"Ayue."

The goddess turned her head.

Lin Huairou raised his hand: "Let's go."

The goddess nodded and supported her skillfully.

The temple is quiet.

The pilgrims were silent to and fro, and no one dared to disturb the pure land of the goddess.

Lu Zhiwei supported Sang Wanci's arm.

The two walked slowly towards the entrance of the temple.

The camera moved slowly with their steps, in an orderly rhythm.

The goddess lowered her eyebrows and asked softly: "What wish did the lady make to the goddess?"

Lin Huairou is also used to her blunt temper: "It's nothing."

The goddess asked again: "Is the lady praying for the master?"

Lin Huairou responded indifferently: "Yeah."

Just assume she is praying for Zhou Mingshan.

The goddess said: "The lady and the master are really nice and melodious."

Lin Huairou paused for a long time this time before giving a soft "um".

Qin Se and Ming, Hong An Xiangzhuang.

Isn't that what they see in the eyes of the world?

She loves him... She must love him.

"The master loves Madam so much, he will listen to what Madam says, right?"

"..."

"Madam, for A Yue to take the liberty, have you persuaded the master to ask him to do good and accumulate virtue?"

Ever persuaded?

Of course I have persuaded.

But how could Zhou Mingshan be the one who listened to her?

Lin Huairou's mind flashed Zhou Mingshan's face that made her take care of her business.

She closed her eyes and opened them again, tiredness written in her eyes.

"Ayue, don't ask about this again."

She was used to her because she found her former shadow in her.

She can't find her former self, at least she can protect a little maid Ayue.

But this does not mean that she has nothing to say to her.

Between them, it is still the master and the servant.

The goddess has already figured out her temperament these days, as well as the way the couple get along.

Lin Huairou looked at her, and she could know the answer.

That's even more absurd.

What's wrong with Lin Huairou's wife?

Didn't she say? Did she not do it? Didn't she save her little beggar who injured her leg?

The husband is the heart of snakes and scorpions, but the wife is the heart of Bodhisattva...

The rhythm is in place and the timing is right.

Guo Hui motioned for another actor to come on stage.

After a brief conversation between the goddess and Lin Huairou, a man suddenly came out from behind.

He was dressed plainly, his face was blackened from the sun, holding a sharp dagger in his hand, his eyes were cracked, and he was rushing towards Lin Huairou.

"Bitch woman, pay for my father!"

Lin Huairou looked back at the sound.

The man is already close to him.

The sun fell on the dagger, and the reflected light of the knife fell on Lin Huairou's thin white neck, as if it were foreshadowing her fate.

Lin Huai's soft and beautiful eyes widened, subconsciously raising his hand to cover it.

At this very moment, the goddess suddenly stood between the two, using her body to forcibly block the knife.

Blood is like a note.

The man looked at the goddess in astonishment to block the knife.

He killed an innocent life in vain, and suddenly he didn't know what to do.

"No... I didn't want to kill you, I wanted, I wanted to kill Lin Huairou... How could this be..."

The goddess was pale, so she pushed him hard.

——Let’s go, there are people who are wronged and the debtors, killing Lin Huairou will not eliminate your grievances, and God will not blame you.

She can't die.

But she still had a bit of pain.

Lin Huairou looked at the goddess in amazement as she blocked her sword.

The goddess fell in her arms, she covered her wound, her hands full of blood.

The monks in the temple swarmed up and pressed the murderer to the ground.

Lin Huairou's eyes were helpless and yelled "coming man". This was the first time that Zhou's mistress appeared to be flustered.

The picture here does not use sound.

In a quiet world, the starring actors are all anxious and panic, either for the wounded or for the assailant.

Silence is better than sound, and the picture is enriched in one click.

The actors are in good condition.

Guo Hui immediately asked each department to shoot the next one.

They did not go back.

The goddess lay on the temple bed.

The assailant man has been tied up, waiting for Zhou Mingshan's downfall.

After investigation, he was the son of the fortune-teller who was killed by Zhou Mingshan.

He hated Zhou Mingshan's evil deeds and suffered from being unable to attack him. Only then did he think of harming Lin Huairou.

Didn’t outsiders say that Zhou Mingshan liked this wife the most? Killing her, Zhou Mingshan must be very painful!

Lin Huairou is taking care of the goddess.

She really didn't expect the girl in yellow clothes in front of her to be her savior.

She asked her if she was uncomfortable.

The goddess lay on her back and said to her softly: "It hurts..."

When the incident happened suddenly, she didn't know whether she saved the believer because of pity and tenderness, or instinctively.

She only knew that she did just that.

Because she couldn't use magic tricks on mortals indiscriminately, she did just that.

Lin Huairou heard this and suddenly said, "Ayue, I'm sorry."

The goddess looked up at her.

Lin Huairou's eyes were full of guilt: "If it weren't for me, you wouldn't suffer this catastrophe, I'm sorry..."

The goddess suddenly wanted to laugh.

The wrong person does not feel that he is wrong, but the right person has to apologize here.

There is such a ridiculous truth in this world?

Her believers must have a lot of grievances buried in their hearts.

It is written here in the script that the goddess smiled softly at Lin, so that she should not be unhappy.

Lu Zhiwei felt a little monotonous just to say so and laugh.

The goddess is not shackled by the world, she is bold and unrestrained, and the same is true for Lin Huai.

So Lu Zhiwei added a little extra action.

"Madam, you are right," she raised her hand and gently and gently wiped Lin Huairou's frowning brows, "Don't be unhappy..."

Have a smile, my believer.

I don't seem to have seen you smile before.

You are born so beautiful, you must look good when you smile.

Lin Huairou was stunned.

Since marrying into Zhou's family, no one has asked her not to be unhappy. Everyone thinks that she has a good life and a happy life. She is the luckiest woman in the world.

Dudu Ayue is different.

She would say "Madam, you look unhappy".

She will make her laugh.

She even told her "Don't be unhappy" even when she was injured.

Under the world, it seems that only A Yue remembers that she is also a person with seven emotions and six desires.

Guo Hui felt that Lu Zhiwei's action was just right.

The goddess already wanted to see Lin Huairou smiling, she began to have human emotions and six desires, she was willing to get closer, so it was reasonable for the believers to touch her.

Therefore, Guo Hui did not stop and let them continue.

In the lens.

Lu Zhiwei lay down, his eyelids drooped, his expression fragile: "Madam, I'm sleepy..."

Sang Wanci gently put her hand down and covered her with a quilt: "Then you have a good rest."

The whole room retired.

Keep an eye out for the goddess to rest in the house alone.

Lin Huairou asked the doctor and goddess about his injuries outside the door.

The doctor shook his head: "She was injured in the chest, and the stabbing was very deep. The old man has been treating the disease for decades. He has never seen anyone survive this situation. Madam Zhou, I have tried my best, and the rest... It depends on the destiny."

After Lin Huairou finished listening, her brows frowned.

The actor playing the doctor exits.

In the camera, Lin Huairou is dressed in silk and satin, looking up to the sky, glamorous and helpless.

After taking this one a few times, I also passed it.

The weather is hot, Guo Hui asked everyone to eat some fruit and drink some water before continuing to shoot.

There is a scene in the evening.

Knowing that his wife had been killed, Zhou Mingshan caught up with the temple and killed the son of a fortune-teller. Lin Huairou didn't want to see her husband commit the murder again. He secretly tried to save the other party and let him go secretly.

The fortune-teller's son knew that Lin Huairou had let him go, and cried bitterly on the spot, deeply apologetic.

He was wronged, and he was in debt. He shouldn't put Zhou Mingshan's miscalculation on Lin Huairou.

After filming this scene, it was almost dark.

Zhou Mingshan, played by Luo Xinhan, walked in front of the injured goddess, walked through the scene, recognized her behavior, and allowed her to be Lin Huairou's personal servant girl, paving the way for the follow-up goddess and Lin Huairou to get closer.

Because at this time, the goddess A Yue was a loyal and good dog in his eyes.

This time, Ayue could help Lin Huairou block the knife, and next time she could, just like a dead man.

Luo Xinhan is still the same.

The performance is impeccable, and immediately after the performance, he shrinks to the back and becomes a mushroom that is unwilling to socialize.

Lu Zhiwei sometimes wonders if his acting skills are so good, is it because he can finish the acting quickly and reduce social interaction.

This is probably...social fear to make him progress?

After these performances, we will go to the play of Lu Zhiwei and Sang Wanci——

It was getting late at this time.

Lin Huairou lifted the skirt, stepped into the hall, and knelt down in front of the goddess statue.

On the other side, the goddess woke up leisurely, her chest injuries gradually healed.

Mortal weapons have never hurt the gods.

But she is now a mortal, how can the wound of a mortal be so fast?

So she could only cast spells to make the injury still look the same.

After the treatment, she closed her eyes and adjusted her breath.

In an instant, she saw Lin Huairou come to her goddess statue, as pious as before.

She knew that her followers were seeking Qingning again, and she said nothing.

But this time she was wrong.

Lin Huairou spoke up.

"Goddess, please bless Ayue safe and sound, she is innocent."

The goddess opened her eyes suddenly, unable to tell what it was like.

Her followers spoke to her idol for the first time, but they wanted her to be safe...

She sits quietly on the couch.

After a long time, he raised his hand to dissolve the spell on his chest.

Then he opened the window and looked towards the sky.

There is no moon tonight.

Above the sky, dark clouds are rolling, seeming to be able to press down at any time.

The lightning flashes and rolls among the clouds, and will not fall.

This is because God is accusing her of arbitrarily changing the fate of mortals.

But she still doesn't regret it.

Just treat it as the miracle she gave to Lin Huairou alone.

Good people, why should they give their lives for the fault of others?

There is no such truth in the sky, and even less on the ground.

She closed the window and lay back again.

Out of sight out of mind.

As soon as I lay down, the door suddenly opened from the outside.

Lin Huairou is here.

"lady……"

The goddess sat up.

Lin Huairou hurriedly motioned to her to lie down, closed the door, and walked to her to ask how she felt.

Seeing her anxiously, the goddess smiled suddenly and said: "Madam, it's a little blessed by the goddess, I feel like I'm all right... Madam, can you help me see?"

Lin Huairou opened her collar dubiously, but saw that the **** wound had disappeared, and her skin was smooth and clean, as if nothing had happened.

Lin Huairou was stunned, and finally smiled.

——It must be the goddess bless!

"It's okay, Ayue," she breathed a sigh of relief, "it's okay."

The goddess finally saw her smile, like a flower blooming, so beautiful and amazing.

She suddenly felt that her miracle was worth it.

The goddess stood up again: "Since I am fine, I will **** my wife back to the house."

Lin Huairou suddenly reduced her expression when she heard it, and ordered her to lie down and continue to rest.

"Although the goddess bless your wound to heal, you really have shed so much blood and your body is still weak, so you don't have to rush to go.

"Just rest here for one night and leave tomorrow morning."

"Madam—"

"I am here to accompany you."

The goddess was slightly startled and puzzled.

Under the orange candlelight, Lin Huairou's face was extremely soft: "It's going to thunder outside, aren't you afraid of thunder?"

The goddess suddenly couldn't say anything.

Lin Huairou actually remembered what she said...

She stared at Lin Huairou blankly.

Lin Huairou supported her and gently put her on the bed.

"Go to sleep, I am here."

The goddess didn't know what was going on, she closed her eyes obediently.

His hands didn't consciously grab Lin Huairou's sleeves.

At this moment, her heart inexplicably longed for Lin Huairou not to leave.

Living alone for a thousand years, God will be lonely...

Lin Huairou lowered her eyes and glanced at her hand, but did not remove it.

In the picture, they are enveloped by soft candlelight, and the atmosphere is warm and beautiful, as if they can accompany each other forever, no matter what their identities.

"Crack—"

Guo Hui stood up with satisfaction: "This one has passed, everyone has worked so hard. I will shoot here tonight. Go back and have a good rest. Keep your spirits up and continue tomorrow."

...

Lu Sijiao wanted to visit the class.

Ying Xize happened to be going to visit the class.

The two hit it off, ready to pick a time when everyone is free and go there together.

Lu Sijiao was very excited when he thought of seeing her sister filming scene with his own eyes.

——It must be fun!