Chapter 1252: injured (1/2)

Now, Meng Nihui has made such a mistake. It can't be said badly. It can only be said that it is still a person's characteristic. As for her acting skills, she likes to perform the body and soul of the characters, so sometimes she feels that she is in After playing a role, it will soon become a neuropathy.

The camera pulled up again, and it was already a big event in Baifu.

This is the day when Master Baifu became a relative. There hasn't been such a big thing in the house for a long time. From the main room, to a small living room, from the old lady, the master, the front yard, to them. In our kitchen, there are all kinds of happy characters.

There are also many old mothers in the house who are sitting together and cutting the word Happy, while talking and laughing while cutting.

To say Baifu, it is really a happy event.

The old lady is very happy today, so everyone is rewarding them with an ocean. This is a big ocean, and they are all paid for more than a year.

Siyu touched her waist, she was crouching on the ground, washing the dishes, and a pile of bowls had been placed in front of her. No, it was piles of bowls.

She wiped the sweat on her head and really wanted to rest for a while. As a result, one foot was already stretched out and kicked directly on her back. She was lying on the ground as a whole. Both hands are also holding up, the lens is closer, that is, her blue and white face, no sadness and no joy, nothing, only the curvature of the corner of the lips increases, followed by clear,

Also, there is blood flowing out of her palm...

The director hurriedly wanted to stop, but Yan Huan didn't move there. Her body was trembling slightly and trembling slightly. Then she stood up, came, sat down, and closed her feet. Up, under her long eyelashes, there was still a kind of tranquility before the storm. She put her hand in the basin, but the **** halo, almost all red. Her eyes...

”card.”

The director shouted in a hurry, and ran over.

”How is it all right?”

He also squatted himself, his face full of anxiety, and the medical staff on the side came.

”It's okay,” Yan Huan stretched out his hand, and a blood was already drawn in the palm of his hand.

When the doctor wanted to help her treat the wound, she shook her head and moved her hand away.

”What's the matter?” The director was almost crying. ”Grandma, we don't have a blood-letting scene,” the scene just didn't scare him to death. In the script, there is no scene, this hand is really hurt at first glance.

”My cell phone,” Yan Huan asked for his cell phone. The assistant hurried over, and the cell phone was placed in front of Yan Huan. Yan Huan took the cell phone and shot it several times against his bleeding hand.

”Sometimes it's easy to hang a lottery. You need to leave a little memory.”

She said in her mouth, but she didn't care about her injury at all, and she was still very happy to take pictures of herself. This was everyone's worry, but the result was that she did not follow the card. His temperament made him cry and laugh.

”Well, before we got better, let's just clap our faces, not clap our hands?”

Yan Huan raised his wrapped up hands like dumplings. ”If you have to clap your hands, you must find a substitute who looks as good as my hand.”