Wu Jing has sent the electronic version of the Chinese Captain's script to the two of them through his mobile phone.

After signing the confidentiality agreement, the rest is to get on the right track as soon as possible and film well.

This is Wu Jing's style, and it is the most important thing to accomplish things.

If he believes in you, he will not hide it. If he does not believe in you, he will not use you at all.

But what's wrong with him?

You can tell from the script.

The style of a straight steel man, the army has a strong sense of thought, the story line is simple and clear, and everything is based on the righteousness of the country.

In terms of character creation, there is actually a lack of more changes and connotations.

In fact, it’s not just Wu Jing. Generally, those who come from Kung Fu movies have this problem. If you make them hard, they can make hundreds of flowers.

If you ask them to hide and let them play some deep-seated roles with rich emotions, it will make it awkward to see it.

It can be seen in "Three Evil Stars 2" that Wu Jing is indeed not suitable for playing this type of role.

Wu Jing is prone to exert too much force when speaking lines.

Compared to Xia Yuan, it seems that he is so good.

Therefore, the director only has requirements for their fighting scenes, but does not raise too many questions about their acting skills.

...

The date of return is December 24, Christmas Eve in the West, and Christmas Eve.

Sitting on the plane, Xia Yuan read the script for a while and glanced out the window.

For some reason, a strange feeling lingers in his chest.

He dreamed of the day he flew from Hong Kong to Singapore during his last trip.

He and Ying Sitong were on a plane, and the two were sitting by the window.

The exquisite girl cheered and looked at the scenery outside the window. The white sea of ​​clouds outside spread out, endlessly.

The sky is blue, a sunny day she has never seen before.

It's like flying in a fairyland.

Ying Sitong's face was reflected in the window, and he could see the innocent and silly girl.

Her smile was bright, like the clouds outside the window.

It's like a light that shines from the side.

At this moment, Xia Yuan knew clearly—

Ying Sitong is not his mistletoe.

She is her own sun.

Use the radiant warmth to shine on him and let him grow.

Perhaps, in the finite and infinite future, Xia Yuan will always revolve around it.

It's like the earth protecting the sun.

Until the sun dies, then swells and swallows himself.

Xia Yuan dreamed that during that trip, he fell asleep deeply.

Don't worry about anything else, just because there are people around you.

It was like he snuggled up to his parents when he was a child.

In his sleep, he leaned his head unconsciously on Ying Sitong's shoulder.

The body of the beautiful young woman in the blood tribe is soft, but she firmly supports him.

As the plane swung, his body rubbed against her body one after another.

What came from his breath was the faint cold fragrance on Ying Sitong's body.

...

Xia Yuan woke up from the plane. When he opened his eyes, he found that Ying Sitong was not around him.

But Jiang Xiaoling.

She tilted her head to one side and fell asleep.

There are faint traces of saliva at the corner of the mouth.

For some reason, Xia Yuan woke up from his sleep, and a feeling of loss lingered in his heart.

Then a strange feeling of sorrow slowly brewed in my heart.

Maybe there is a hint of sweetness.

It's like an ant crawling in the heart, or it's gently bitten by a little bat.

The halo outside the window reminded him of the dream he had just had.

...

After getting off the plane and leaving the airport, he and Jiang Xiaoling boarded the bus to Yunze Film and Television City.

The bus was full of passengers, and several elderly people leaned on their chairs to rest with their eyes closed.

Another elementary school student was holding his mother's hand and standing in the carriage.

Seeing their appearance, Xia Yuan gently pulled the pull ring on his head and remembered the scene of taking the subway with Ying Sitong before.

That guy insisted on showing the blood clan's balance ability, but he was unwilling to lead him.

When Xia Yuan thought of this, the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised.

Meanwhile, he saw the old woman in the seat opposite nodding and smiling at him.

Xia Yuan quickly calmed down his smile and coughed twice to avoid being misunderstood by others, and he didn't want to work hard.

...

"Brother, can you call me when you arrive at Heping Road? I want to sleep for a while."

The eldest brother next to Xia Yuan asked him.

"No problem, you go to bed and wake you up."

"Thank you, brother."

The middle-aged man held his hands and leaned on the chair, and soon he started to snore.

At the same time, Xia Yuan saw the old woman smiling silently at him before, and a gaze of praise came from him.

He took a deep breath and turned his gaze out the window silently.

A row of green poplar trees flew through sight.

Although the old woman is so old, she is considered young compared to Ying Sitong.

Ying Sitong is over 1,800 years old.

This is something that ordinary people dare not imagine.

A mist condensed in Xia Yuan's eyes.

It is hard for him to imagine what kind of experience it would be if a person could really live forever?

And he may only be a few hundred cc of the blood clan's true blood from immortality.

As long as he wants, he can become a new blood clan.

But he was afraid of time.

Countless cycles of history.

What stayed and what lost.

What is truth and what is lies?

...

"Young man, be mournful and follow the changes."

It was the old woman before, and this time she had a conversation with him.

"What?" Xia Yuan was confused.

"Your eye drop rope makes me feel distressed." The old man flattened his mouth, and tears flashed at the corners of his eyes, "I was like this when my wife passed away.

This is called love! This is called the taste of longing!"

The old man said word by word and firmly.

"Milk, you misunderstood."

Xia Yuan felt a little headache.
To be continued...