Jiang Zhi secretly gave Xiang Fengyu a thumbs up.
As a director, it is not easy for him to offend Zhizhi, but Xiang Fengyu is not afraid.
The extra actor pointed out by Xiang Fengyu had a face filled with surprise.
"I can!"
Even if there is a glimmer of hope for the lowest-level extras, they will hold it tightly in their hands.
They never lack the courage to climb up.
As long as there is a chance.
Zhizhi sitting over there was dumbfounded.
Ma Jiaojiao is her role. Xiang Fengyu drank up her untouched milk tea and gave her role to someone else. What does it mean?
After receiving a positive answer, Xiang Fengyu nodded.
She was given a copy of the script.
Jiang Zhi was laughing so hard in his heart, but on the outside he was very serious and said: "This is Zhizhi's role. It's a little difficult for me to change the character so suddenly."
Zhizhi breathed a sigh of relief.
Then Jiang Zhi said: "But Zhi Zhi Leng, we can't freeze her. Fortunately, she doesn't play an important role, so let's do it."
The young master raised by the rich Jiang family was patiently telling the actors about the play and even performed it himself despite the cold weather.
That girl is so good, she is the one who enjoys it the most in the whole crew.
Jiang Zhi has long been dissatisfied with it.
The two looked at each other and both found the same emotion in each other's eyes.
After finishing the day's filming, Xiang Fengyu didn't go back to the hotel, but walked around the town.
The buildings in the town are all quaint and built near the water. Most of the people in the town are craftsmen, and their finished products are sold to regular foreign businessmen. People here are not short of money, and the pace of life is generally slow. It is a good place to live.
"Well, this sculpture of a toad eating swan meat is pretty good."
Playing with the toad in his hand, stretching out its long tongue to lick the clay sculpture of a noble and cool swan, Xiang Fengyu took a photo and sent it to Yan Xingyue.
I wish you fart and sex: Do you look like me and you?
Yan Xingyue took a while to reply: You are prettier than a toad.
Xiang Fengyu's eyes widened.
Is Xiaoyingyangzi praising his good looks?
"Hey, Yueyue praised me."
She smiled so hard that she kept the message.
Seeing her ordering this clay sculpture, the mother-in-law selling clay sculptures smiled with clear wrinkles at the corners of her eyes.
"Grandma, let me wrap it up nicely for you."
Xiang Fengyu changed his wretched smile and thanked me gently: "Thank you, grandma."
"Grandma, I haven't seen a beautiful girl like you for a long time. Are you here to play?"
Xiang Fengyu nodded: "Well, it's beautiful here."
Hearing her compliment, grandma smiled more sincerely.
"There is an old tree that can make wishes not far ahead. You young people may like it and go and have a look."
After listening to her mother-in-law's words, she nodded to Feng Yu and walked in that direction. Many locals from the small town were greeting her along the way.
Small town people are simple and enthusiastic.
The ancient trees mentioned by grandma sounded like they had experienced vicissitudes of life.
Xiang Fengyu thought he would see an old tree full of traces of time.
Unexpectedly, before she reached her destination, she saw the giant tree from a distance that was taller than a three-story residential building and almost covered the sky.
"You will get stronger when you get older..."
Countless colorful cloths were tied to the branches of the old trees, replacing the withered branches and leaves. The breeze blew, and the whole world was immersed in colorful colors.
The colored cloth hanging on the lowest branch is obviously newer than the color above, and various wishes are written on it in ink.
'Susu, I will definitely be admitted to your school, I hope you can wait for me'
'It's the third year since I fell in love with my little mom, I hope my dad dies suddenly this year'
'May Master Lu and I always have smooth bowel movements! '
'There will definitely be a salary increase this year! '
He had all kinds of wishes, everything, Xiang Feng Yu’s eyes were filled with tears.
The old man next to her looked at her with a smile.
"Girl, come here to play."
"Do you want to write a wish? It only costs ten yuan. It's very cheap. Grandpa will help you hang it up."
Xiang Fengyu wanted to say that he had no wishes.
But after thinking about it, I finally took out ten dollars from my pocket and handed it to the old man.
The uncle asked her to pick a color she liked and took out the inkstone to grind the ink without any haste.
Xiang Fengyu picked his favorite dark green.
Stained with ink, he took the brush unfamiliarly and wrote down his wishes.
"alright."
Looking at the old man's hunched back, Xiang Fengyu refused his help, picked out the place by himself, and tied up his colorful cloth with his feet.
Then he stood far away, took a picture of the big tree, and sent it to Yan Xingyue.
I wish you farts and yellow water: Look, Yueyue, what a big tree. I even made a wish. It would be great if you could come.
Looking at the messages on her phone, Yan Xingyue replied, then continued to hold her head and look at the girl jumping and jumping under the giant tree in the distance, taking pictures from different angles.
Mrs. Yan sat opposite, holding a candied haws in her hand and eating slowly.
"Let's go, Mom."
Seeing that the person was gone, Yan Xingyue drank the last drop of tea in the cup, stood up and took Mrs. Yan's hand to walk downstairs.
The old man in charge of the ancient tree hadn't seen a young man like Xiang Fengyu for a long time.
The last time guests came to the ancient town was when students were on vacation, and students from surrounding villages and towns would bring their friends.
Just as he was recalling the time when he and his wife wrote wishes together under the tree when he was young, a low and hoarse voice suddenly sounded, bringing him back to his senses instantly.
The old man's eyesight was still weak, so he was stunned when he saw it.
Huo, what a handsome boy.
What happened today? I looked at two good-looking young people in succession.
The uncle’s smile deepened.
"Young man, do you want to make a wish? For ten yuan a piece, grandpa can hang it up for you."
Yan Xingyue handed over twenty yuan.
The old man said: "I can only promise one thing, don't be too greedy."
Yan Xingyue shook his head.
"I don't make a wish."
"I want to buy someone's wish."
It was the first time that the uncle heard such a request and took a long time to react.
"Whose do you want to buy?"
"That girl just now."
The old man’s eyes lit up.
"Oh~"
"Today's young people are really..."
Not much worse than they were back then.
The old man blinked narrowly: "I like that girl. Let me tell you, if you like someone, you have to express your feelings in time. How will people know your feelings if you don't tell them."
"My wife and I are classmates, and just because I was straightforward, she agreed after pursuing me for more than a month."
"I proposed a year later. How is it? It's developing very quickly."
The old man was full of pride.
Yan Xingyue didn't say yes or no, but said in a calm tone:
"She was my fiancée from the first day we met."
grandfather:"………"
"My wife and I are still at the same table!"
Yan Xingyue: "She fell in love with me at first sight."
Old man: "My wife wrote me one hundred and eighty letters!"
Yan Xingyue: "She always takes my underwear with her when she goes out, otherwise she won't be able to sleep."
Old man: "...How close is it?"
Yan Xingyue: "Please post as many stickers as possible."
The old man waved his hand: "You win, I won't tell you which one it is, you can find it yourself."
The uncle has never done anything and refuses to tell Yan Xingyue which piece of cloth the Fengyu is wearing.
He thought to himself, let's see how you can find it, and then he will punish you to listen to my love story with my wife before I tell you.
Unexpectedly, Yan Xingyue walked over and carefully removed a dark green cloth strip from the dazzling cloth strips.
He lowered his head and unfolded it. There was Xiang Fengyu's handwriting on it, and he could still vaguely smell the fragrance of ink.
'I wish Yan Xingyue no illness and no disaster'
