The Queen is Coming To the Bowl

Xie Yuanyi was just watching the news, and when she saw Qiao Qiao's message, the corners of her mouth naturally twitched, her index finger a little, and she opened the chat interface.

Little milk cat: "Xie Yuanyi's woman will never admit defeat.jpg"

A cartoon character with thick lines pretending to smile, holding a handkerchief and weeping in the wind.

This picture...how to see how fascinated by the joy.

Xie Yuanyi conveniently saved this picture.

Because of Qiao Qiao's trembling hands, there was finally the first emoji in the photo album of the queen.

The client, Qiao Qiao, didn't know that she had achieved an achievement inadvertently, she just felt that she was out of the game.

She subconsciously retracted the message.

However, in this era of fast speed, how can Qiao Qiao compare to Xie Yuanyi, who has just ended his 28-year single career?

Small spoon: "Well, come on, my woman."

Qiao Qiao:......

Don't ask her who Jingjing is.

Strange, she was so embarrassed that she felt so happy that she wanted to laugh?

my woman...

what. Qiao Qiao picked up the pillow on the side to cover her face, and smirked silently.

It's such a wonderful life to be bombarded with a love story every now and then!

"If you have any other emojis about me, please send them to see."

Qiao Qiao secretly rubbed open the mobile phone album, which contained more than a thousand photos and emojis of Xie Yuanyi.

Would it be a bit too much to send it all to her...

Seeing that she didn't respond for a long time, Xie Yuanyi knew that the little milk cat must have screwed up again. "Shy? It's okay, I'll just ask."

"...No. It's too many. If we send thousands of messages, I'm afraid we won't be able to pay for this month's phone bills."

Xie Yuanyi laughed out loud at her cuteness.

Zhang Haifeng stared at her, he didn't understand what he did wrong to be forced to stuff so much dog food every day.

Damn, he actually started to yearn for love.

During the sweet exchange between Xie Yuanyi and Qiao Qiao, Zhang Haifeng and Lu Tao drove the car to the crew with a smile on their faces.

When he got out of the car, he saw a large piece of ancient buildings in the style of the last century. Qiao Qiao felt that the steps on the ground were a little vain, as if they had passed through.

Qiao Qiao and Xie Yuanyi came to the filming location surrounded by a large group of people. The most conspicuous part of this street is a karaoke hall.

"Baijue Song and Dance Building." Qiao Qiao stood in front of this luxurious and retro building, and gently read out the five characters of dragon and phoenix dance on the gilt signboard.

The script that had already been mastered in her chest seemed to have escaped, and it was flipping in front of her eyes, leading her to immerse herself in the turbulent world with fragrant clothes and shadows on the temples.

The two entered the set, Guo Zisong squatted beside the lighting team to discuss with them, saw Xie Yuanyi and Qiao Qiao, nodded, and said hello, then turned his head to continue the topic just now.

Xie Yuanyi went to the screenwriting team to discuss the details of the shooting. Qiao Qiao went into the dressing room, changed her costume, and sat quietly on the makeup chair with the script spread out on her lap. The script paper is still flat, but it has been turned a little old. Each page has more than a dozen key points marked with highlighter, and a small piece of beautiful notes next to it.

"Misty Rain Tower" takes the ups and downs of the protagonist Du Peng's life as a clue, and unfolds the plot of the whole drama. In his childhood, Du Peng was played by the popular child star Song Jiao, who was recognized by the public because of his character and acting skills. He did not occupy a lot of scenes. By the time of the third episode, Du Peng had grown up, and the actor was naturally Qiao Qiao.

Due to issues such as cost, weather, and the emotional state of the actors, the rhythm of filming is often completely different from the sequence of the broadcast. It is very common to wear a quilt to bake a hot kang in summer and a single coat to drink cold water in winter.

According to the plot of the script, Du Peng left home on a rainy and snowy night when she was nine years old. Under the leadership of Miss Bai, she left her hometown and came to prosperous Shanghai, where she began a brand new life with hardships and glory.

It is midsummer now, so the role of the child star Song Jiao will naturally be moved to the end of the schedule. The first filming started directly when Du Peng grew up and received a letter from Miss Bai.

Miss Bai's identity is mysterious. When she first came to the small mountain village where Du Peng was born and grew up, all the residents were in awe and awe of her noble temperament and more noble dress. The old people thought it was photographed by God. The rich **** who saved the village.

In a sense, she did save Du Peng.

But on the other hand, if Du Peng hadn't met Miss Bai, she might never have come into contact with the thousand cups of gold in the upper class in her life, but she would be able to roam the fields of the loess countryside, and walk with her companions on the life path of husband and son. , after a poor and quiet life.

Only because of Du Peng's outstanding beauty and unique voice. Miss Bai passed by this small mountain village, and by chance Du Peng had a conversation. As soon as she opened her mouth, Miss Bai could hear endless possibilities from the silver bell-like voice.

It would be a pity for a beautiful girl with such a beautiful voice to stay in such a village and marry and have children mediocrely.

Du Peng followed the extraordinary Miss Bai to the big Shanghai where everyone in the village has a lot of gold and everyone has shoes.

She followed step by step to the front of a magnificent and gorgeous palace. She walked out of the door of the hall with a raised eyebrow, facing the mean woman, followed by a large group of burly and dignified servants. The woman was very picky about her, and finally sneered, turned around and prepared to go in.

Her voice was like a tumbling abacus in a thousand-year ice cellar, with the smell of a smoking gun, making her eardrums tremble.

"What are you doing there, let me in."

Little Du Peng staggered for a while, then fell in. The door behind her slammed shut, she turned her head in fright, and in the last ray of light, she saw only the back of Miss Bai leaving.

From the age of nine to fifteen, Du Peng shed tears for almost his entire life. The soft and young heart was beaten again and again by severe falls, and it was sharpened into black iron.

Qiao Qiao closed her eyes and cooperated with the makeup artist's movement of applying eye shadow. She replayed in her mind the lines in the filming scene later, and gradually substituted into the characters.

Makeup finished. The woman in the mirror was dressed in rough and outdated maid clothes, her hair was **** with cloth strips at will, her face was dull, and there were calluses embedded in her fingers.

Today's scene is when Du Peng was fifteen years old. He received a letter from Miss Bai, who had disappeared for six years, and learned that both of his parents had passed away.

This letter completely broke the last thought in her heart. Du Peng was finally driven by the suffering and dark life and the unwillingness in her heart.

Guo Zisong is not like Director Wei in filming. He doesn't like to take the initiative to talk to actors. He believes that filming is a process in which a team creates a work of art together. The director is the designer and the actor is the operator.

The designer's judgment is important, but a complete artwork is the crystallization of everyone's inspiration and sweat. As a director, what you need to grasp is to keep the general direction unbiased during the filming process. As for how to act, it basically depends on the professional ability of the actor, so Guo Zisong's role is notoriously difficult to take in the industry, and Li'er is here.

Seeing Qiao Qiao coming out of the dressing room, Guo Zisong's eyes rolled around her face and nodded, entering the scene quite quickly and with a natural expression.

"action!"

In the early morning, the singing and dancing hall was empty, and there was not a single person in sight except for the servants who stood like old pine at the door.

There was a low screeching sound from the stairs.

In the early morning, after the dance ended, the bustling dance hall returned to silence. It was so early in the morning, and everyone was still dreaming, so even the slightest footsteps on the stairs could make a small but noticeable sound.

It was Du Peng.

She took the soaked rag, stepped step by step, handrail inch by inch, and wiped it carefully.

The stairs are facing the door, and they must be wiped clean and reflective. The floor is the shoes and high heels of the rich and powerful that step on every night, and it must be wiped inch by inch with a damp towel until it is spotless.

After wiping the tall spiral staircase and the entire floor of the lobby on the first floor, Du Peng could go to have breakfast, take a short rest, and then go on to other work.

Why does life degenerate to such a point?

Du Peng smiled wryly, if she hadn't escaped four years ago, that woman wouldn't have relegated herself to the most despicable maid.

But if she were to do it again, she thought, she would still escape.

She will make a more perfect plan for herself.

She doesn't wear heavy leather shoes, and when the rain leaks in, it's like being filled with lead, and she can't crawl.

She wouldn't foolishly climb over to the eastern eaves, the roof was terrifyingly high, and as long as she glanced down, her legs that were already tired and paralyzed suddenly softened to scum.

She would hide the ticket and money in the front of her clothes in advance, wear flexible and light oil canvas shoes, and climb to the roof of the west end, although it is far away, she will be able to reach the bridge. Cross the bridge and walk five kilometers to the train station. On a rainy day, I walked slowly at night. I just slipped out at night, and I almost walked and rested before arriving at the station during the day.

She is leaving Shanghai, and she would rather go back to sleep on a kang with bare feet than spend an extra second in this cannibalizing place.

Most importantly, her parents are still waiting for her to come home.

Du Peng's hand holding the rag gradually stopped.

She remembered that in a confused afternoon six years ago, a very beautiful woman came down from the sky and entered her world, and told her many strange things that she had never seen or heard before.

That beauty showed an air of extravagance in her gestures, something that could never have been cultivated in their small village at that time.

She has a gentle voice and has been chatting with Du Peng. It's just that no matter what question she asked, Xiao Du Peng shook his head blankly.

What is singing? What is a stage performance? What does it mean to be beautiful?

Little Du Peng seemed to understand but not understanding: "You mean, can I be as beautiful as you in the future?" Girls are always born to love beauty.

"If you go to Shanghai and practice the art of singing, you will be more beautiful on stage than anyone else."

At that time, Du Peng didn't understand these things very well, but it was confirmed from the beauties that Shanghai is a place where people can put on shoes and eat meat, and they can also become as beautiful as beauties.

She pressed the red handprint on the square piece of paper without hesitation. She just thought it was very funny, and at the same time, she wondered why her parents looked so sad and helpless.

"Father, mother, don't be reluctant, I'll go home when I'm full and beautiful, and I'll make money to buy shoes for you, so that the whole village will envy our family."

"Pa-ta, pa-ta." Du Peng's eyes were blurred, and the continuous gushing tears fell on the stairs.

She raised her hand and wiped her eyes, and wiped the tears from the stairs with a rag.

six years. I haven't seen my parents in six years, nor have I received a message from them. Even though she tried her best to escape back, after the failed escape four years ago, the woman kept guarding her and never gave her a chance to breathe.

"I bought you at the highest price, but I didn't cause trouble for me. If you can't make it, then don't go to school. Go and be a maid for life. Tell you, don't think about running away. , because once you become a maid, it means that the money you earn all your life will not be able to pay off the debts you owe!"

This was the time that woman talked to her the most, but it was also the one that made her the most desperate.

Why does life degenerate to such a point?

"Please hand over this package to Miss Du Peng." The messenger handed over a heavy burden to the doorkeeper and left.

Du Peng rubbed his eyes, trying to remove the red mist. But there was dust on his hands, and when he rubbed it like this, it irritated his eyes for a sharp pain, and more tears poured out instantly.

Mad. Du Peng walked to the door with a pair of red rabbit eyes depressed and took the burden.

No shipping address was written. Only in the sender's column is written: Miss Bai.

is her! Du Peng hadn't seen her for a long time, and when he received the news from her, Du Peng was so excited that he almost exclaimed.

She took the package and hid at the corner of the stairs where no one was around, carefully cut the hemp rope, and untied the thick layer of oiled paper.

In fact, Du Peng's feelings for Miss Bai are very complicated. On the one hand, she hated that she had deceived herself and brought herself to this sinister place, which not only shattered her beautiful imagination of Shanghai, but also made her fall into the quagmire of life, and she was tumbling and crawling every day. Struggling, and crying every night in missing my parents.

But Du Peng just couldn't really hate her. Every time Du Peng thought about the conversation after the two met on the hillside six years ago, he felt that she was not a bad person.

But now that he has left his hometown, he is separated from his parents, and he is still living in such a field, it can no longer be bad, can it?

The light and dark in Du Peng's eyes changed, and his hands trembled slightly as he untied the layers of wrapped oil paper.

Finally, her hand touched two hard objects, and there seemed to be a box underneath.

A burst of icy cold spread to her whole body along the hard block, and her back shivered, and she felt as though catastrophe was imminent.

Du Peng's hands trembled uncontrollably, mist appeared in the beautiful eyes, and the pupils fell together with the trembling of the muscles on his face.

The two thin plates in his hand are the tablets of the death of his parents.

The author has something to say: The little angels are very sorry for TVT. I went to my grandmother's house for dinner today. The car came, but I couldn't find a computer, so I urgently entrusted my CP to help me on Weibo, about twelve o'clock. It can be sent out before, and the little fairies who wait patiently are all fair-skinned, beautiful and good-looking, and they will not lose weight without pouring a thousand cups

My Weibo copy has said to pull, but many little angels probably haven’t seen it, so I will reply here if I agree, Weibo name: Jinjiang Yanbo Diaoyue, welcome to come and play with me ^_^