"Mr. Yi, there are more than ten minutes before the shooting starts. Would you like to go to the rest room to prepare?" The staff member who follows Yi Haiyin reminds me.
Yi Haiyin's eyes have been looking at Yan Ling.
Want to say something, but see her side of the little assistant, has taken the costume toward her
Her eyes, away from him.
"Mr. Yi?" Seeing that he did not speak, the staff reminded him again.
Yi Haiyin's cold eyes flashed and gathered the mood of her eyes. She followed the staff into the rest room.
The play in the afternoon is a part of memory.
The protagonist in the play, after the unexpected encounter with the heroine, the dusty memory, began to recover bit by bit.
Today's shooting is the first scene he recalled.
The hero has just won the first national violin award and happily tells his favorite girl the good news.
"When you took part in the competition, I couldn't go to a class. Now, would you please play a song for me alone?"
The heroine, played by Yan Ling, leans in his arms and reaches out to touch his violin.
The eyes are full of regret and expectation.
"Good." Yi Haiyin speaks without hesitation.
Reach out the hand of the violin, put on the shoulder, a deep look at her, slowly pull.
Melodious music, like mountains and rivers, is ringing in my ears
Yan Ling looked at Yi Haiyin, who was focusing on playing the piano for him, slowly stood up from the sofa and walked to him. His soft body danced with the music he pulled out.
Drawing closer, the man's eyes are full of her slender figure, accompanied by the sound of his piano, constantly rotating, jumping
Every drop is on the beat of his violin.
They are like a perfect match without any rehearsal.
The final sound of the violin falls, and her dance moves stop at the last rotation
“OK!” The director watched the replay in the monitor, and his eyes were full of joy.
This picture is so beautiful!
Even he looked in and almost forgot to shout.
Turning around to take a look at the staff around, found that in addition to him, everyone is still standing there, all fascinated by the final scene.
The director balanced the moment.
In the sound of praise, Yan Ling, who had just heard the director call OK, immediately changed his face, put his hand over his mouth, and rushed out toward the shooting site.
"Yan Ling..." Yi Haiyin watched her figure disappear in front of her eyes. She was stunned and caught up.
As soon as I got to the shooting site, I saw Yan Ling holding the wall and retching.
"Ouch -" Yan Ling's thin body, one hand on the corner of the wall, beautiful face, can not see a bit of blood.
Reach out and press his chest, want to vomit, but nothing spit out, empty against the wall to rest.
Hearing the sound of footsteps, she looked up to Yi Haiyin, who came to her. Her pupil was tight.
"You don't feel well?" Yi Haiyin's cold eyes stare at her tightly.
"It's OK. Maybe it's too many turns just now. I feel dizzy." Yan Ling eased his mind and explained it as if nothing had happened.
Just ready to ask him if his body is ready, he sees Yi Haiyin suddenly come to her, bends down and holds her up.
Turn around and walk outside the crew!
"Yi Haiyin, today's shooting is not over. Where are you going to take me?"
Wen Yan, Yi Haiyin looks no fluctuation, drooping her eyes, worried looking at her, "go to the hospital Check it out! "
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