"Ai Ci,
Director Huang asked me to deliver this painting to you. "Xiao Liu from the props team was responsible for delivering the painting to the Ai Ci.
Ai Ci: "What painting?"
Xiao Liu: "The Han family sent it over. It's the Han family that's the consultant of our drama. They said that this is a painting by Tang Li and they're lending it to us as props. Director Huang wants you to take a good look at it,
Try to figure out the mood of the person who painted it,
Act well tomorrow. "
Usually, the Ai Ci often helped Xiao Liu move props,
So the two of them were quite familiar with each other,
Xiao Liu couldn't help but remind her, "Let me tell you, the Han family is a big family in the political world,
This painting is very important to their family. So you have to be careful when you look at the painting,
Director Huang said,
We can't afford the slightest bit of damage to this painting. I've prepared disposable gloves for you,
Remember to put them on before opening the painting. "
The Ai Ci's heart skipped a beat. A painting by Tang Li? Since Han Yulin was putting her story on Tang Li,
Then the real author of this painting should be..
"I got it,
Thank you. "
The Ai Ci took the box containing the painting scroll from Xiao Liu's hand,
After putting on the gloves,
Then she took out the painting and slowly unfolded it.
As expected, it wasn't a painting by Tang Li,
It was her own painting from back then.
That wasn't right.
The Ai Ci narrowed her eyes. This wasn't her painting either. To be exact, this was clearly a pretty good imitation.
But she did leave the original painting to Han Jing back then,
Why would it become a fake now?
"The painting is quite good." Tian Qi put down his pen and came up to take a look.
Ai Ci didn't care about him.
She was still muttering thoughtfully, "When was it switched?"
Didn't the Han family notice?
"What did you say?" Tian Qi didn't hear clearly.
The Ai Ci came back to her senses,
Casually, he knocked on his notebook again. "I say, you wrote 'Li Sao' incorrectly from memory again."
Tian Qi hurriedly lowered his head to take a look. "…" The resentful spirits' cultivations were vast and mighty. Even if I die nine times, I do not regret it …
He recited it very smoothly.
"What's wrong?"
"Order! The order of the sentence was wrong! It was' Even if I die nine times, I do not regret it. ' The cultivation of resentful spirits is vast and mighty. In the end, they can't read the hearts of the people! '"
The Ai Ci really admired Tian Qi. "How can you reassemble 'Li Sao' every time you write from memory? We are learning Chinese now, not mathematical permutations and combinations! "
Tian Qi, the underachiever, was speechless.
He quietly flipped through the dictation in front of him.
Version one: … My heart is full of goodness. Although I have died nine times, I have not regretted it. All the women were jealous of me, and rumor spread that I was good at debauchery …
Version Two: … Just as my heart is kind, I take over from morning to night. The cultivation of resentful spirits was vast and mighty, but in the end, they were unable to observe the hearts of the people …
…
Ha, it was really different every time.
Speaking of which, what was the original version again?
Ah, reciting 'Li Sao' really made one's head go bald.
Tian Qi scratched his head in despair. He had no choice but to open the textbook and recite it again.
The Ai Ci put away the painting scroll on the side.
Since this was a fake painting, there was no need for her to look at it seriously.
…
At the end of September in Yunnan, the sky was high and the clouds were light. The autumn wind was valiant. The faint sound of wind chimes could be heard, and the faint fragrance of osmanthus flowers could be smelled at the tip of one's nose. It was really comfortable. Even the noise of the crowd in the distance became a background noise that could be ignored.
Tian Qi checked word by word against the textbook to make sure that he had finally written 'Li Sao' correctly. He put down the pen as if relieved of a burden and stretched. Suddenly, he found that a row of empty coke cans had been neatly arranged on the ground.
Tian Qi was shocked, "Did you drink all of this?"
The Ai Ci casually looked at the ground after he asked the question. Only then did she notice that the logo and tab on the cans on the ground were all neatly facing the same direction. She was shocked. Did she get Gu Ting's OCD?!
However, she didn't show it on her face. Instead, she answered Tian Qi seriously, "No, I drank it from the air."
Tian Qi, "… Sister, this joke is a bit cold."
The Ai Ci took another sip of coke, "I didn't tell a joke."
Tian Qi, "??"
"Tian Qi, it's your turn." Tian Qi's assistant ran over to call him.
"Coming," Tian Qi responded, then turned to the Ai Ci and said respectfully, "Teacher, I'll leave first."
The Ai Ci nodded casually and continued to play with her phone while drinking coke. The long cardboard box with the painting was lying quietly beside her hand.
Not long after Tian Qi left, no one came to this corner. The Ai Ci's hand that was playing with her phone suddenly paused.
She sensed an unfriendly aura approaching her.
"Tap, tap, tap." The sound of hurried footsteps was getting closer and closer.
The Ai Ci didn't need to look back to know that it was a skinny girl who was rushing toward her with her head lowered.
The Ai Ci slowly swallowed her coke and bent her finger to tap on the table as if she was counting down.
When her finger tapped on the table for the fifth time, her fingertips paused. Her toes quietly stepped on the dust on the ground. Her body seemed to have inadvertently moved slightly to one side, and she deftly avoided the girl who was rushing toward her from behind.
"Ah!" The girl missed her and screamed. She staggered and almost fell to the ground. When she grabbed the coke box under the Ai Ci's butt and steadied herself, she glanced at the unscathed painting. A trace of annoyance flashed through her eyes. She couldn't help but curse in her heart, "F * ck, how could she just turn around?!"
"I'm sorry, the floor was a bit slippery." Although the girl apologized, there was no sincerity in her eyes and her tone was quite perfunctory.
The Ai Ci glanced at her face lightly, "Oh, it's Dong Tingting's assistant."
She knew what these people were up to, but she didn't care at all. She just habitually looked down at her precious coke. The Ai Ci's eyes widened instantly, "!!!" Her movements were already very gentle. How could she still spill some?!
The Ai Ci felt sad, "If you want to do something to the painting, just do it. Why did you have to target my coke?!" Quietly splashing water, burning it, and cutting it with a knife were all good methods. Why did you have to hit her to make her spill the coke on the painting? Now, the coke was spilled, but the painting was fine. What a waste.
The Ai Ci was very unhappy.
— — It was fine to deal with her painting, but not her coke.
Her original plan was that if these people secretly destroyed the painting, she would secretly draw another one and return it to them.
That little fool Dong Tingting didn't know that if the painting was destroyed, as long as the Ai Ci worked a little, Dong Tingting would definitely suffer in the end. However, the Ai Ci felt that after all, she had grown up Dong Tingting for so many years and was too lazy to spend more effort to deal with her. Anyway, she didn't earn much money, so she had to be lenient.
But now …
The Ai Ci had unknowingly grabbed a pen in her hand. The pen flew up and down nimbly between her fingers. She looked at Dong Tingting's figure in the distance, who seemed to be scolding her assistant, and smiled playfully, "Then let's make a big deal out of this."
…
"You can't even handle such a small matter?!" Perhaps because there were many people around, Dong Tingting didn't dare to scold her assistant loudly. However, the fierceness in her eyes still made the assistant tremble with fear.
"Sister Ting, I … hiss …" The assistant stuttered. Suddenly, her arm was pinched hard by Dong Tingting, but she could only clench her teeth and didn't dare to make a sound.
Dong Tingting looked around. When she saw that no one was paying attention to them, she lowered her voice and said hatefully, "I've asked around. That painting will be in the hands of the Ai Ci until the shooting starts tomorrow. Before that, you should find a chance to destroy the painting secretly! "
Dong Tingting's consideration was very thorough. She felt that if the painting that the Ai Ci took out tomorrow was damaged, she could explain it with her glib tongue. Moreover, Gu Ting might protect her. Perhaps in the end, the Ai Ci would only have to bear the responsibility of not taking care of the painting properly.
Therefore, according to Dong Tingting's original plan, she intended to let the Ai Ci destroy the painting personally. This way, the Ai Ci would have no way to defend herself and would have to bear more responsibility.
However, now it seemed that they could only destroy the painting and find a witness to frame the Ai Ci.
…
Tian Qi had a nightmare that night.
In his dream, an old man with a long beard and white eyebrows, who was dressed in ancient clothing, suddenly broke out of the coffin in a gloomy cemetery. He chased him all over the place and kept muttering, "Long breaths to cover the tears of the people, lamenting the hardships of the people …"
Tian Qi, who was running in a panic, shouted as he ran, "Who are you? Why are you chasing me? "
The old man's posture was as vigorous as a leopard. He suddenly shouted, "I am Qu Yuan, I want urgent syrup!"
Tian Qi, "Huh?"
Qu Yuan continued to chase him and recited, "… Bend the heart and restrain the will, endure the special and rush the special. Fu Qingbai is upright in death, solidifying the previous sage's favor … "
It was simply a demonic sound that filled his ears.
Tian Qi's head hurt from the noise as he ran. He shook his head and ran slower and slower. Finally, his feet slipped —
Tian Qi instantly woke up.
Although the room in front of him was dark, the familiar outline of the furnishings around him still made him feel a little relieved.
— — Fortunately, it was just a dream.
Tian Qi turned on the phone beside his pillow and looked at it: It was just 5: 26.
However, he did not dare to close his eyes and sleep again. It was not because of the gloomy cemetery and coffin in his dream, but because of the fear that still made him unsettled — —
The fear of being controlled by "Li Sao".
Tian Qi, who did not dare to sleep again, washed up early, put on a pair of sunglasses, and went directly downstairs to the snack bar for breakfast.
The sky was slightly white, and the sun had not yet come out. The early morning fog shrouded the city, with moist water vapor brushing the flowers and grass on the ground, with a biting chill that was getting colder and colder day by day.
The snack vendors had just put away their small cars, and the breakfast vendors hurriedly set up their stalls. Under the slightly bright sky, the hurried and orderly alternation of work, with the crisp sound of pots and pans colliding. In the silence, it was like a lively and cheerful symphony, opening the curtain of a brand new day.
Tian Qi strode down the deserted street, carrying buns and fried dough sticks in one hand and soy milk in the other.
Although he was still underage, he was already more than 1.8 meters tall, so even if he was wearing a casual sports outfit and a pair of sunglasses, he still had the effect of a catwalk effect on the street.
When he walked back downstairs, the fog had slightly reduced, and he could vaguely see a thin figure in front of him.
The other party seemed to be talking on the phone, and the voice was very low, so Tian Qi could only hear a few words, "… the painting in the Ai Ci's hand … spilled coke … Sister Sun, you can say that you saw the Ai Ci spill it … Don't worry, you'll get a lot of benefits … 50,000? Okay … "
Even though the voice was intermittent, Tian Qi was still able to piece together the other party's entire plan.
Someone wants to frame the Ai Ci?
The more he listened, the more frightened he became, and immediately rushed up to catch the person. However, there was still a bush between him and that person. When he tried to go around the bush, his footsteps were immediately heard by the other person. Like a bird startled by the twang of a bow, that person immediately jumped out.
She looked thin and small, but she ran very fast. Before Tian Qi could catch up with her, she had completely disappeared into the thick fog.
"Shit!" Tian Qi could not help but curse.
He actually let her escape!
But that voice sounded a little familiar? Was it someone from the crew? Who was Sister Sun? There seemed to be someone with the surname Sun in the props team, the makeup team, and the set crew.
Tian Qi, who had stumbled upon a conspiracy, carefully pondered in his heart. He did not have time to eat breakfast. He just wanted to find the Ai Ci as soon as possible and remind her to be careful of the villain.
Tian Qi hurriedly ran forward two steps and suddenly stopped, standing blankly in the fog. Only then did he remember that he did not know where the Ai Ci lived, nor did he have her contact information.
Could it be that he had to wait until the start of work to tell the Ai Ci? Wouldn't that be too late?
Although Tian Qi grew up in the crew, his brothers, sisters, uncles, and aunts still cared for his young heart very much. They had never let him face such dirty tricks directly behind his back.
Therefore, this was the first time he had encountered such a situation. Tian Qi really did not know what to do, and it did not seem good to tell his assistant and agent. Moreover, the Ai Ci had no power or influence. Even if his agent knew, he would definitely ask him to mind his own business.
Tian Qi scratched his head irritably, then suddenly remembered that his hairline was very dangerous because of "Li Sao". He quickly put down his hand, sat down on the steps in front of the hotel, held his chin, and frowned his young and innocent face, doubting life.
The sun rose little by little, and the warm orange light penetrated the thick white fog. Although it did not bring much warmth, it still dispelled a trace of coldness in people's hearts.
"Tian Qi? Why are you sitting here? "
"Thinking about life at such a young age, hahaha!"
"You woke up early today, Tian Qi."
"Good morning, Tian Qi!"
"…"
The crew members passed by Tian Qi one after another. They were rushing to the set to prepare in advance for today's shooting.
Tian Qi listlessly greeted them one by one. Looking at the outline of another hotel in the distance, which was gradually becoming lighter and lighter in the fog, a light suddenly flashed in his mind.
He sprang to his feet.
He had an idea. He could go to Gu Ting!
Wasn't the Ai Ci Gu Ting's assistant? He would definitely not leave her in the lurch.
…
Tian Qi was also lucky. When he was just 100 meters away from the hotel, he happened to see Gu Ting just coming out of the hotel.
"Ting Ge! Ting Ge!" Tian Qi shouted excitedly at Gu Ting, waving his arms and running towards him.
Then.
He was suddenly blocked by a group of crazy fans who suddenly rushed out.
Tian Qi was confused.
There was clearly no one at the entrance of the hotel just now. Where did these people come from? Could it be that they were all Voldemort hiding in the bushes?
"Gu Ting! Gu Ting! " The fans were stopped by the security guards at the gate, but they still didn't give up and tried to squeeze forward, screaming Gu Ting's name.
Tian Qi was squeezed out of the crowd, but with his extraordinary height … he could only watch Gu Ting get into the car and drive away.
Tian Qi sighed. Forget it, I'd better go to the set and find Ting Ge. Hey, wait a minute, doesn't he have Ting Ge's WeChat?
I'm afraid I'm really stupid. Tian Qi patted his head, took out his phone from his pocket and turned around.
"Tian Qi?" The fan's surprised voice suddenly exploded in his ears like thunder.
Okay, he was also recognized by the fan.
Tian Qi's action of taking out his phone suddenly froze. He turned his head and smiled at the fan. As expected, the fan was stunned for a second by his handsome face. Tian Qi seized the opportunity and decisively turned around and ran away.
— — Tian Qi was being chased after in his dream, but he didn't expect to be chased again when he woke up. Baby Tian Qi's heart was bitter.
Fortunately, this pair of long legs was not for nothing.
Tian Qi ran far away and finally managed to get rid of the army of fans. He leaned against the wall, panting heavily, and sent a WeChat message to Gu Ting.
…
When Gu Ting received the WeChat message, he had just changed into today's clothes.
He stared at the long message sent by Tian Qi for a long time, and his eyes became deeper and deeper, as if there were complicated emotions rising and falling. He pursed his thin lips and finally dialed a phone number.
"Hello, where are you?"
"Oh, that's strange. My former boss actually called me. Does he want to hire me again?" It was Ai Ci on the other end of the phone, and her voice was lazy. "I'm telling you, the price is going to increase."
"Where are you?" Gu Ting asked again.
"Wherever you are, I'll be there."
"I'm serious. Don't joke around." Gu Ting raised the phone to his ear. His tone was serious and cold, but it seemed to be different from the day he fired her.
He strode to the door of the changing room and opened the wooden door. "Where are you —"
The last two words were cut off before he could say them.
He saw the Ai Ci leaning against the door, just like the first day she came to the set. She smiled brightly at him when she saw him coming out.
"I'm not joking," she said.
At that moment, Gu Ting was in a trance as if he didn't know what was going on, but he quickly came back to his senses. "You're following me again?"
The Ai Ci replied, "No, I'm just passing by." She looked very obedient.
Although Gu Ting didn't believe it, he didn't pursue the issue. He asked directly, "Where is the painting?"
"Painting? You want to see it too? I put it in the prop room. "In order to give Dong Ting a chance to take action, she really put in a lot of effort.
Gu Ting, "Let's go to the prop room."
The Ai Ci, "Huh?"
Gu Ting, "Someone wants to destroy the painting and frame you."
…
The Ai Ci was dragged all the way to the prop room by Gu Ting. Coincidentally, they met Tian Qi at the door.
"That's great. I finally found you, master. Where's the painting? Is it okay? "Tian Qi's face was full of concern.
He was a very warm-hearted young man. The Ai Ci looked at him approvingly. Let's round off the tuition fee.
The Ai Ci said, "The painting is still in the room."
The three of them went into the prop room together.
"I heard someone talking on the phone downstairs in the morning …" Tian Qi talked about what he saw and heard while watching the Ai Ci take out the box containing the painting from the cabinet. He quickly asked, "How is it? There should be enough time, right? "
"There's no time." The Ai Ci opened the box and looked up at the other two. "The painting has been destroyed."
Gu Ting and Tian Qi's eyes fell on the painting scroll. They could see the brown water stain on it without having to unfold it.
"F * ck!" Tian Qi couldn't help but swear. "What did they pour on it?"
"Coke." The Ai Ci's face obviously became ugly.
Another can of Coke was wasted!
"What a waste!" She said angrily.
"Yes, this painting is also a cultural relic, right? How can you destroy a cultural relic just to frame someone? What a waste. "Tian Qi was very angry.
Gu Ting didn't say anything. He felt that the Ai Ci's words of waste were not the same as Tian Qi's.
"What should we do? Is it possible to repair it? "Tian Qi's face was full of worry.
"I'm afraid it's too late to repair it." Gu Ting said, "This painting will be used today."
"Then what should we do?" Tian Qi paced back and forth in the room like an ant on a hot pan. He furrowed his brows and hammered his fists in his palms anxiously. Suddenly, he leaned against the window and said, "It's over, it's over. Look, the props team is coming. Alas, how can we delay them …"
"Tian Qi." The Ai Ci suddenly called him.
"Huh?" Tian Qi looked at her in confusion.
The Ai Ci said, "I think your ability is the epitome of 'The emperor is not worried, but the eunuch is worried.'"
"???" Tian Qi touched his forehead. "Sister, you're about to face a disaster, and you're still trying to be clever with me?"
The Ai Ci looked indifferent. "Young man, don't be so impetuous. Come, recite after me: Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, when he walked the deep prajna paramita, he saw that the five skandhas were all empty, and he passed through all suffering …"
Tian Qi was confused. "??? What the hell? "
"Oh, right, I forgot that reciting the Heart Sutra is not popular in modern society." The Ai Ci suddenly realized. "How about we recite the core values of socialism? You have to take the college entrance examination too. "
When she mentioned this, Tian Qi subconsciously said, "Prosperity, democracy, civilization, harmony, freedom, equality, justice, rule of law, patriotism, professionalism, honesty, and friendliness."
After reciting it, he came back to his senses. Damn it, she's poisonous.
Tian Qi said, "I beg you, please stop showing off …"
"Ai Ci, I heard that the painting is with you now?" Dong Tingting pushed the door open and came in with bad intentions.
She couldn't wait to watch the show.
The Ai Ci looked at Dong Tingting's face, which could barely be concealed. She raised her eyebrows with interest. You stand below the stage and watch the show, while the person on the stage is playing a monkey in the stands. You think you're the director of the show, but in fact, it's others who are watching the show.
Xiao Liu also came in at this time. "Ai Ci, you're here? I've been looking for you for a long time. The team leader said that he would take the painting to set up the scene. "
"That … I borrowed the painting to admire last night and left it in the room. Should I go back and get it now?" Before the Ai Ci could speak, Tian Qi rushed to answer. Her body quietly blocked the painting that the Ai Ci put on the table.
Gu Ting also stepped to Tian Qi's side and said lightly, "There shouldn't be a hurry, right? Don't we have another scene to shoot later? "
Xiao Liu looked at Gu Ting and Tian Qi standing side by side and felt a little strange. They stood so close to each other, as if they were blocking something behind them. But since Gu Ting spoke up for Tian Qi, she didn't dare to say anything. "Okay, Tian Qi, do you also have a scene later? Ask your assistant to send it over as soon as possible. I'll go and talk to the team leader first. "
Xiao Liu opened the door and went out. Before she left, she couldn't help but look back. Gu Ting and Tian Qi were still standing there motionlessly. Seeing that she looked back, Tian Qi grinned brightly. Even the iceberg Gu Ting seemed to be smiling at her.
The moment the two handsome men made this move, the slight suspicion in Xiao Liu's heart was immediately blown away. She felt as if she was stepping on clouds and walked away dizzily with a smile on her face.
"I think the painting is here, right? Ai Ci, did you break it and don't dare to take it out? "Dong Tingting asked sarcastically after Xiao Liu left.
She just found out that the Han Family had sent someone to visit the set today. If she exposed this matter in front of the Han Family, the Ai Ci would be in even more trouble. Therefore, she wasn't in a hurry to expose them in front of Xiao Liu.
Dong Tingting smiled proudly. Wait a little longer. Only the patient will have a chance to see a better show.
"I remember now. That voice belonged to your assistant, right? The one who called Sister Sun downstairs today! "Tian Qi looked at Dong Tingting's gloating expression and suddenly clapped her hands as if she suddenly realized something.
"What are you talking about?" Dong Tingting panicked. Her assistant didn't tell her that the phone call had been overheard. She was a little flustered and pretended to be ignorant. "Why don't I understand what you're talking about?"
"Miss Dong, you really don't understand?" Gu Ting stared at her meaningfully with a sharp gaze.
Being stared at by Gu Ting, Dong Tingting was obviously more flustered. "I, I really don't understand. Oh right, I should go and put on my makeup. I'll leave first." After she finished speaking, she ran away without looking back.
"It should be her! Unfortunately, we don't have any evidence. "Tian Qi thumped her chest and stamped her feet.
"As long as she did this, there must be evidence." Gu Ting's eyes were sharp.
Then he thought about it and turned to the Ai Ci. "I'll call someone first to see if they can repair this painting. We'll talk about the evidence later."
The Ai Ci didn't speak. She manipulated all the chess pieces in her hands and looked at them complacently. She only thought that this was a prank. She didn't expect that someone would take it seriously and even care about whether she won or lost more than she did.
She was really … a little touched.
The Ai Ci looked at Gu Ting and said softly with a serious expression, "You don't have to find someone to repair it. This is a fake painting."
Gu Ting: "A fake?"
Tian Qi: "How do you know it's a fake painting?"
The Ai Ci didn't explain. "So you don't have to worry. It'll be fine."
Her tone was firm. Such a simple and unconvincing sentence made Tian Qi inexplicably believe her.
Gu Ting, on the other hand, remembered the knowledge that Ai Ci had shown in Hainan, as well as the various mysteries about her … The corners of his mouth curled up in an arc that even he himself didn't realize. He was thinking too much. If it was Ai Ci, it shouldn't be too difficult to solve this problem, right?
…
On the set, all the preparations were in place.
Director Huang shouted loudly, "The person who came to visit the Han Family today is the old lady, Han Yulin herself! So you have to act well today. Acting style and acting level! Tingting, especially you. You're acting as Han Yulin. You have to pay special attention. "
"I know, Uncle Huang." In front of Director Huang, Dong Tingting always pretended to be obedient and cute.
Director Huang asked again, "Where's the Ai Ci? Where is she? Her scene is the highlight of the day. Isn't she going to prepare in advance? "
"I just saw her in the prop room. I don't know what she was doing." Dong Tingting took the opportunity to criticize her. "She didn't even change out of her costume. She's so unprofessional."
"Is that so?"
Seeing that Director Huang was indeed unhappy, Xiao Liu suddenly interjected to help the Ai Ci. "I just saw Ting Ge there. They seemed to be rehearsing!"
"I see." Director Huang's expression softened and he nodded. "Quickly call them over."
Director Huang looked at his watch again. "Shouldn't Old Madam Han be here by now? Where's the person who came to pick her up? "
The director's assistant: "Old Madam Han just arrived. She said she was going to the washroom first."
The washroom and the prop room were in the same direction. Director Huang thought for a while and said, "There's no hurry. Everyone, get ready first. I'll go and explain the scene to the Ai Ci."
…
On the other side, the Ai Ci gave Tian Qi and Gu Ting some reassurance. Then, she walked out of the prop room with the box containing the paintings.
— — The stage has already been set up for you. It's time for the main character to appear.
The Ai Ci slowly walked down the stairs. Gu Ting and Tian Qi followed closely behind. Suddenly, an old and trembling voice came from the left side. The tone was hesitant.
"… Sister Ai?"
The three of them looked in the direction of the voice.
It was a skinny old lady with wrinkled skin and white hair. She was bent over and was supported by a young woman. She was looking at the Ai Ci. Her hands were trembling uncontrollably. Her eyes were full of shock. Big drops of tears kept falling from her cloudy eyes.
She choked with sobs in disbelief. "Is it … you? Sister Ai? "
"Let's talk inside." The Ai Ci smiled. Her expression did not change at all. It seemed that this scene was within her expectations. "Just the two of us."
"Okay, okay." Han Yulin responded excitedly.
The Ai Ci took the initiative to support her. She quietly pinched Han Yulin's wrist and injected a stream of essence into her.
Han Yulin only felt a warm current flowing to her limbs in an instant. Her footsteps suddenly became lighter.
"You wait here." She told the young woman.
…
The two of them casually found two benches in the prop room and sat down.
Han Yulin spoke first, "At that time, my brother said that you didn't die and just went home. I didn't believe it. Now it seems that he knows you best … It's really a coincidence to meet you here today. By the way, why are you here? "
The Ai Ci: "I'm an actress here."
Han Yulin: "An actress? Then who are you playing? "
The Ai Ci: "Tang Li."
Han Yulin said with relief, "You're playing Tang Li? That's good, that's good. Tang Li was originally you. It's perfect for you to play it. "
The Ai Ci shook her head, "No, Yulin, I'm not Tang Li. Why do you say that I'm Tang Li?"
Han Yulin's expression suddenly changed, "Yes, you're not Tang Li! Sister Ai, you can't play Tang Li! "
She suddenly stood up and grabbed the Ai Ci's arm. She looked a little crazy, "He'll find out about you. You can't play it! You can't! "
"Who are you talking about?"
"It's Yan …"
"Bang!" The door was suddenly knocked open. It was the young woman next to Han Yulin. She seemed to be Han Yulin's bodyguard. When she heard Han Yulin's shout just now, she thought that something had happened and rushed in.
"What's wrong, Old Madam?" She rushed up to support Han Yulin and stared at the Ai Ci vigilantly.
Gu Ting and Tian Qi also rushed in and asked the Ai Ci, "Are you okay?"
The Ai Ci shook her head.
"I'm fine too." The wind that rushed in from outside the door woke Han Yulin up. She covered her chest and waved her hand, signaling the bodyguard to leave.
"Old Madam Han, why are you here?"
A few people behind Director Huang appeared at the door at this time.
Director Huang said, "We'll start filming soon. Do you want to move over?"
"Are we going to shoot the Tang Li scene later?" Facing a junior like Director Huang, Han Yulin's aura was very dignified.
Director Huang said, "Yes, and it's the scene where General Han watches her drawing. Yesterday, I specially asked the actor playing Tang Li to study the original art carefully. Oh right, it's the one behind you. Her name is Ai Ci. "
"Yes, I already know her."
"Really? It's fate that brought you and her together. Hey, Ai Ci, where is the drawing? The prop team said that you haven't sent it to them yet. "
Before the Ai Ci could say anything, Dong Tingting's eyes lit up behind Director Huang. It's here. It's the best time.
She directly interrupted, "Uncle Huang, someone seems to have seen the Ai Ci destroy the drawing."
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