The Queen is Coming To the Bowl - Chapter 126

For the shooting effect, Qiao Qiao hasn’t drank water since last night. When the makeup artist turned to take the concealer, she raised her hand and touched her lips, which were dry to the point of cracking.

The texture of the concealer is inherently heavy. After applying it on the lips without any primer, the original pink lip color is covered, and the tiny fine lines are enlarged, just like the smooth white jade suddenly spread out. The cracks traces, although subtle, flatly damaged the luster.

A little shadow was applied to the lips, which blurred the shape of the lips and made the whole lips look paler. The warm brown eye shadow smudges to the lower eye area, which is a little haggard in contrast to the fair cheeks.

The overall makeup is very plain, and it looks like a serious illness will be cured.

Qiao Qiao finished modeling and came to the set with the script. Jiaying had found a reclining chair to rest, and when she saw Qiao Qiao, she waved to her: “Here.”

Qiao Qiao Yiyan walked over: “Okay, I also found a blanket.”

“Hey, this is what Senior Xie asked to bring.”

Qiao Qiao felt a warm current in her heart, and she sat down and covered her body. The fluffy and fine fluff is attached to the body, and it is not tangled at all, and it is very warm and comfortable.

Qiao Qiao lowered her head slightly, as if she could still smell Xie Yuanyi’s body fragrance. Being so cared by her lover, but not being able to see each other, she felt a little sour.

The last time Xie Yuanyi came to see her, in fact, Qiao Qiao couldn’t describe it with ecstasy in her heart. From the first second of their separation, she began to fantasize about Xie Yuanyi’s visit to the class.

However, Xie Yuanyi is so busy now, and her role in the scene is so busy that she may not be able to find time to meet before the filming of this location is completed.

Miss her hugs, miss her taste, miss her everything.

Qiao Qiao sighed, hugged the blanket, and buried half of her face in it.

Jiaying scratched her head, obviously there was only one person, but why did she feel like she was being stuffed with dog food again.

Qiao Qiao packed up her mood, took advantage of the gap before filming, took out the script, and brewed good feelings in advance.

It was late winter, and the tops of the mountain were covered in snow, and the leaves were yellow and green, and reflected in the water in layers of amber. It’s just that the temperature was too low, but Qiao Qiao was wearing a single shirt and took off the blanket, and stopped in the middle, she couldn’t help shivering.

“Put the blanket on, it will catch cold.” Jiaying saw Qiao Qiao with her back to everyone, staring at the mountain not far away in a daze, she picked up the blanket and walked over to give it to her.

“No, I want to blow the wind for a while.” Qiao Qiao shook her head, took a deep breath of the cold wind swaying from the lake, poured it into her chest, and washed away the depression and loneliness again and again.

With Jing as the support and single clothes as the medium, Jiang Xun’s soul poured into Qiao Qiao’s body.

“The actors are ready, all departments are in place!” Wei Qian’s voice swirled over the entire venue through the loudspeaker.

Qiao Qiao rubbed her somewhat stiff hands, and just wanted to stick out her tongue to lick her dry, cracked lips, but she immediately took it back when she thought that it was still covered with makeup.

I was so thirsty that I couldn’t even speak. Qiao Qiao stirred the wet cotton swab in her mouth for a while, barely moistening her throat.

“Pour some hot water for me, and I’ll drink it when the shoot is over.”

“Okay.”

Seeing Qiao Qiao walk into the set with a thin back, Jiaying sighed, took out a thermos cup and filled it with hot water, then sat on a chair outside the set, watching from a distance.

Qiao Qiao, who entered the set, was completely different from the one who shrank slightly beside the chair just now.

The cold wind was blowing, her clothes were fluttering, and her body was thin, but she strode between the mountains and rivers, with a bit of awe-inspiring chivalry.

However, who would have thought that such a brave and chivalrous, handsome and crying person would still be smiling at the goddess just an hour ago?

Jiaying touched her nose and secretly sighed that the actor’s profession is really born.

The emotional Qiao Qiao on the set, the cheerful and sunny Qiao Qiao, and the off-line and funny Tang Yuan Da Da on Weibo… Various personalities overlap without any sense of disobedience, probably Only Joe can do it.

Playing opposite Qiao Qiao is the famous actor Guo Ni, who has made a lot of achievements in the industry. After he shifted his focus to his family in the past few years, he gradually faded out of the film and television career. some supporting roles.

Although Qiao Qiao is the protagonist, she knows that she has the least experience in the entire crew.

It was windy in the mountains. After confirming that the radios on the actors were in normal working condition, the on-set teacher stepped back from the camera and made a gesture towards Wei Qian, who was sitting by the monitor in the distance.

Wei Qian saw that all departments were ready and picked up the microphone.

This scene is dominated by the dialogue between Jiang Wei and Qingyao, and it is a scene where her attitude towards herself and the future has undergone the most important change.

Qingyao, the head of the Fufeng School, rescued the dying Jiang Xun when he happened to pass by the valley, and the story of Jiang Xian continued.

“action!”

The lens is zoomed out very far. From far to near, half of the mountains are hidden in the fog, and the other half are spread out layer by layer until the front.

In the middle of the foggy fog, a lonely figure sat on a boulder. She was wearing light, plain-colored coarse cloth, which was still a little darker than her pale skin.

Jiang Xian sat there motionless, almost merging into the landscape. Only the black hair casually draped over her shoulders became the only bright color, and she was taken out of this ink painting.

“I’ve been sitting all night, I’m afraid I’ve gotten a lot of cold air, and I drank the medicine yesterday for nothing.” Qing Yao walked silently to Jiang Xun’s side and sat down.

No answer.

Qingyao was not annoyed, and accompanied her to look at the mountains hidden in the fog in the distance: “I see the day from the night, but what do you see?”

“Why do you want to save me?” Jiang Mian finally spoke, and the moment she spoke, she realized that her voice was so hoarse, like a broken drum abandoned in a corner.

Jiang Xun laughed at himself, his eyes full of utter despair.

Qing Yao caressed her cuff: “Is it bad to live?”

Jiang Xun’s chest suffocated, and her breathing couldn’t help speeding up. The air went in and out of her trachea, almost draining her entire lungs.

“It’s better to be dead.”

Qing Yao curled her lips invisibly, stood up, took off her robe and draped it over Jiang Xian’s body: “Instead of sitting here wrestling with meaningless life and death, it is better to think about what unfulfilled wishes are left, and take advantage of this opportunity. It’s still too late, one thing is one thing.”

Memories flooded into Jiang Xun’s heart like a dry well. Tears welled up in her empty eyes, blurring the landscape in front of her.

She shook her head: “No, no more.”

Qingyao held her chin: “I took a risk and gave you a powerful medicine. If it wasn’t for your strong desire to survive, you wouldn’t be able to survive it.”

“At that time, you had already hurt your heart and lungs, and you were already extremely weak, but you still kept thinking about your parents.”

Jiang Xun finally cried out, the wound on the corner of his mouth was torn open, and several thin lines of blood washed down with the tears, and with a whimper, weaved wet marks on the hem of his clothes.

Her voice changed from small to loud, and gradually changed from initial forbearance to uncontrollable sobbing.

Jiang Xun’s hand was clinging tightly to the edge of the stone, her veins bulging and her knuckles were white, as if this was her last resort.

“I want to take revenge! I want…but I can’t.” The broken voice was like a mirror that fell to the ground, smashed into pieces, each piece reflecting the pain and unwillingness in her heart.

“You know you can’t do it before you start?” Qingyao squatted down with a smile, and stretched out her hand to Jiang Wei: “It’s humid here, go back with me.”