Chapter 20 (1/2)

If the previous script has hinted at the audience - Huo Xi liked Liang Linghui from an early age, then in this new play, this relationship has been added a lot of scenes, become more full, and more people can appreciate that The kind of feelings that are suppressed in the bottom of my heart and are not willing to tell when I die.

The five cameras were fixed from different angles and began to shoot this scene.

Zhang Tongtong walked through the living room wearing a cheongsam. At this time, Liang Linghui Gang and Bai Mingde saw one side. She also couldn't tell what the relationship was with her. Her principle prevented her from derailing in marriage, but she never loved her husband, but the man who refused to run away with her.

So now, Liang Linghui and Bai Mingde have maintained a reasonable distance, just happened to meet in the afternoon, so I drank a cup of coffee in the cafe. But I don't know if there is a ghost in my heart. When I found that Huoxi was not at home, Liang Linghui breathed a sigh of relief until she walked to the yard and saw a long figure.

Liang Linghui's eyes widened and her face flashed a sly look. She stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room and did not walk into the yard, but stood there and looked at Huo Xi.

Zhang Tongtong’s acting skills are still passing, and Liang Linghui’s plays are not complicated. Although she is not derailed now, she can have a kind of jealousy for her husband. Suddenly she sees her husband, and she is naturally embarrassed.

Then she heard that Huo Xi let her come.

This time is spring, the ripe pear blossoms are white, when the wind blows gently, the petals fall like snow and goose, and a layer of silver-covered blanket is laid on the ground. Said to be like snow, and like feathers, Huo Xi stood under the tree, and the pear flower fell on his hair and military uniform, which made him softer.

In the five monitors in front of Zheng Dao, this beautiful picture is being placed.

“Only one book?” Huo Xi asked.

Liang Linghui nodded: ”Yes, there is only one book.”

In the quiet and deep scorpion, there is a strong color. For a long time, Huo Xi slightly decapitated: ”Good.”

This kind of tone does not seem to happen to any couple. But between Huo Xi and Liang Linghui, this is already the best way they can get along. Liang Linghui felt that Huo Xi was very wrong today. She didn't want to stand under the tree again, but Huo Xi did not say let her go, she could only stand slyly.

Suddenly, my mind was full of thoughts. Suddenly, Liang Linghui thought: ”Today is your grandfather's day?!”

Huo Xi was shocked. This time he did not answer. Liang Linghui sighed: ”I remember that Grandpa Huo hurt me when I was young.”

Huo Xi said: ”Go back.”

Liang Linghui glanced, she looked up at Huo Xi, only to see the latter with a pair of eyes, looking gloomy, completely without the appearance of a relaxed. She vaguely felt that it was wrong, but she could not understand it. She could only say: ”Huo Xi, you...”

”go back!”

The stern tone made Liang Linghui stunned, then turned and left, no longer looking at each other.

Under the warm and soft sunset, the beautiful young woman left angrily, behind her stood a husband who had no substantive relationship with her, and a fallen petal. Huo Xi looked at Liang Linghui's back, his face gradually loosened, but he turned and stopped looking at it, still facing the tree, and did not leave all night.

This scene is over.

Due to the pursuit of light and shadow effects, Zheng also asked to take a few more shots.

The Rong Rong in the lens seems to be a few years old, and people can't see that he is still young. His hair is made with hair gel and then left behind, leaving only a few broken hair on the left side.

Huo Xi has participated in many wars over the years. He is very tired. Even at home, he has a cold and violent temper.

When Rong Rong put on makeup, many young girls in the crew looked at him blushingly. Even some aunt-level staff couldn’t help but hold their faces. One by one, they said, “I’m born twenty years ago. what!”

The scene of this evening seems simple, but in fact, it is a foreshadowing.

In the drizzle of that year, he met a girl. The girl was sitting among the pear trees full of trees. The white clothes won the snow. It was whiter than the pear flowers. She giggled and suddenly flew down to him and threw him to the ground. He smiled and said to him: My name is Liang Linghui, my mother calls me Hui Gu, what is your name?”