Chapter 290

The smile on Song pigeon's face has solidified before it can be put away.

Change? Is it the actor or the director?

Song pigeons are about to cry.

He knew he felt right. They didn't take themselves as big cards at all. They don't respect themselves. If they care a little about their feelings, they will follow their own words and replace the stupid Taiji master.

Big brand is going to have big brand temper. He wants to throw a cruel word and leave. But suddenly I think of all kinds of hidden hearsay about the origin of summer's identity in the circle, which can't be said. What's worse, his tight leather clothes can't swing his sleeves.

If you want to stay, no one will. He stood in a dilemma and looked very embarrassed.

What is the relationship between this little white face and summer? So I haven't seen a man close to in summer for many years. Feng Yuanyuan, the only one close to me, seems to be depressed recently. Is this little white face in her eyes?

Song pigeon has some regrets. Women fall in love without reason. Why should I embarrass her lover?

Xia Xia's assistant is Zhang Wei. Because he has a good relationship with Feng Yuan, he thinks that Feng Yuan will be able to win the beauty in the end. Unexpectedly, Feng Yuan was kicked thousands of miles away by summer. He is worried about the estrangement between himself and summer, so he has been trying to make up for it for a while.

It's not very auspicious to change the general on the spot. Hearing that summer said he wanted to change the director on the spot, he wanted to persuade him, but he was worried that it would make summer angry. Because he has been with summer for many years, he knows that few people can change anything that summer decides.

He hesitated, but Fang Yan exhorted: "it's not that serious. I think Director Song still has some misunderstandings about Taiji and me. If I play a live game for him to see, he will have a new understanding of us. If it's really not possible, it's not too late to change people at that time -- "

Fang Yan opens his mouth, and Zhang Wei quickly follows him and says:" teacher Fang is right. Song GE's view of Taiji is from the perspective of lens performance, while Fang's view is from the perspective of depth of Taiji, but everyone's concerns are different - we just need to find a common point, that is, we can show the self-cultivation of Taiji and the beauty of lens performance, which is what we need? "

Looking at Song pigeon in summer, he asked with a smile, "Mr. Song, what do you say?"

"Then let him type it again." Song Ge said. I thought, they still need themselves. Actors are easy to find. Good directors are not so easy to find. "Seeing is believing. I hope he doesn't let people down. "

Summer to see Fang Yan, said: "you first drill once, also let two little girls remember the routine."

"No problem." Fang Yan said.

Fang Yan walked to the edge of the cliff and stood in the form of plum piles.

As for the staff in the back who asked in a low voice why Taiji must go to the edge of the cliff, no one was willing to answer this stupid question, because no one knew the answer except Fang Yan.

Fang Yan takes a deep breath, and then gently points out the tip of his right foot. His movements are gentle, comfortable and round like an arc.

Every movement of his was careful, as if he was afraid that the wind would be scattered by the palm of his hand and the grass would be hurt by the foot.

However, with the passage of time, his movements gradually accelerated. This kind of growth rate is cyclical and gradual, which will not make you feel abrupt and unnatural.

His body is like an arc, like an iron bow, like a crooked willow. Like a White Ape absorbing the air of heaven and earth, like a worm, fish, flower and grass. And all things in this world.

Every time he turned around, his body seemed to fall into the abyss. This let everyone enjoy the ultimate beauty and raise their heart to their throat. However, their worry is really superfluous, because no matter how Fang Yan draws a circle or turns around, he stands there like a thousand years old pine. It's no difference.

The sun is like yolk, showing a little shy face in the thick white fog.

Seeing the bustle here, a bird with only colorful feathers also came to have a look. Still chirping and screaming, a lovely and cheerful look.

Fang Yan's body leaped, and the bird was caught in his hand.

His two arms spread out, learning the bird's undulating wings.

He knew that as long as he used this stunt, there would be female fans fainting at the scene.

The bird is standing in the palm of his hand. The bird has strength and Fang Yan has strength. The bird loses its strength, Fang Yan uses the power of Taiji to prop it up again.

The bird became nervous and chirped even more.

But when it finds that it's not in any danger and that the game is fun, it becomes enjoyable. Fang yanxie force, it will force the jump. When Fang Yan accumulates strength, it falls steadily again. It even turned around and chirped at Fang Yan, which means you should hurry up and hurry up, you bastard - it's fun to play one by one.

On the ridge in the distance, a monk looked at it with a smile."How about this one?" The old monk asked.

"He is angry because of the situation, and his momentum is like a rainbow. He has the potential to distinguish Yin and Yang." The middle-aged Taoist said admiringly.

"From infinity to Taiji, the universe deduces the process of the transformation of all things. With all things, there is the heaven above us and the earth below us. The way of heaven and earth is to create and transform all things with Yin and Yang. Heaven and earth, sun and moon, thunder and lightning, wind and rain, four seasons, before and after the son, as well as male and female, rigid and soft, dynamic and static, all things, do not produce Yin and Yang. " The old monk has a dignified expression. "However, the world knows that everything has Yin and Yang, so Taiji stresses the integration of yin and Yang. Extreme Yin generates Yang, and extreme Yang generates Yin. It's a good idea. Even the bird regards it as the same kind when he is young. The heart of Taiji is really integrated with all things. "

The middle-aged Taoist nodded and said, "then teach him Tai Chi diagram?"

The old monk shook his head and said: "Taiji map is very important. It's not only your treasures, but also our dragon spirits. Be careful, be careful. In addition to the foundation of martial arts, the quality of mind and nature is the most important. "

"It's not like this son is a traitor and a villain. What's more, how can a person who can have the heart of Taiji get worse? "

"And look. Let's see. "

Fang Yan's body soared again, and he personally sent the bird to the sky. Then patted the bird gently on its head to indicate that it could leave.

When Fang Yan landed, the bird dived down again and stood on his shoulder and refused to leave. Chirping to Fang Yan's face, as if to talk to him.

All the people in the room looked stupid.

Jiang Qin was so excited that he grabbed Yuan Lin's hand and said, "Yuan Lin, do you see that? Did you see it? Mr. Fang is really fierce -- "

Yuan Lin didn't feel the pain, but stared at Fang Yan with shining eyes, and said:" that bird is so lovely -- "

in summer, she also had a moment of intoxication, and soon recovered her consciousness. She is engaged in art work and lacks resistance to beautiful affairs. When Fang Yan plays with the bird, it really makes people feel a kind of heart shaking.

Beautiful!

"That's great. This man plays Taiji so beautifully -- "

" God, I've never seen Taiji like this before. Is this really Taiji? He jumped so high just now. He didn't have a sling on him, did he? "

"I really want to be that bird, so I can play with him --" -

the staff saw this incredible scene, one by one, they all turned into Fangyan's brain powder. The Tai Chi presented by Fang Yan is the most beautiful and ideal Tai Chi they have never seen.

Song pigeon is also crazy.

Master, this is the real Taiji master.

How can there be such Tai Chi? How can there be such cool Tai Chi? No, it can't be described as cool anymore, but - how can cultural people pretend to be forced? Let you know that he is pretending to be a bully, and you think this kid is really a bully.

Song pigeon kicked the cameraman's leg and shouted, "did you take a picture? Did you take the picture just now? "

Before the cameraman could take off the cover of the camera lens, he said wrongly, "the director, didn't he say he saw it first and then shot it?"

"What a fart. What a fart. " Song pigeon kicked the photographer's leg one after another. "Why aren't you afraid? Why aren't you afraid - what are you going to shoot if you don't shoot such a picture? I'm so angry, you fools -- "

Song Ge ran to summer and said with a red face:" in summer, people still don't change, just him, just him - he's an expert, he can give us the feeling we want. Yes, it's him. No one else can come. "

"I'm through?" Fang Yan asked with a smile.

"It's over." Song Ge said.

"No change?" Fang Yan asked again.

"No change." Song pigeon waved. "That, brother Fang, just now I had some prejudice against you. Don't be angry - that's over. Let's not worry about anyone. What do you think?"

"I'm not a stingy man, how can I care about such a small thing?" Fang Yan said.

"That's great. Shall we start? "

"What starts?" Fang Yan asked. He turned to look at summer and said, "my Taiji is recognized by everyone. Now I can change directors."

"-"

Song pigeons are sitting on the ground, shivering all over with anger.

In the woods behind the cast, the middle-aged Taoist, with embarrassment on his face, said to the old monk, "look again, and look again --"

the old monk laughed.

(PS: I can see my cousin's 20000 rewards when I'm in bed. I can see my cousin every day!)