Chapter 130
Every scene in the past is beautiful, and the exhortations of the former master still linger in my ears. But the scene where the master died in front of his eyes was still too tragic.
If the two of them didn't come back and just left like that, is it true that as Feng Qian said, no one collected the master's body, so he was left here forever, letting the rain blow and the wind blow.
Mo Yi kept staring at Mu Ci from the side, a person who was usually white and clean without a trace of stains, but now his clothes were covered with gray and his hair was messy.
In fact, the master would not want them to see this scene, the master would be more willing to let them live freely and freely, and he will live in his memory forever.
Mu Ci still knelt in front of him without saying a word, while Mo Yi was there to accompany him.
"Card, send props to Xiaochen." Xia Jin gave instructions. A staff member stepped forward and handed An Chen something, and then quickly walked out of the shooting location.
An Chen signaled to Xia Jin that the preparations were completed, and then discussed the action with Lin Ning, and the shooting continued.
"Xiaoci, we should go."
Mu Ci shook his head, but did not speak.
"Xiaoci, good boy, if Master is still here, he wouldn't want you to be like this."
Hearing the word master, Mu Ci closed his eyes, and a tear fell from the corner of his eyes. He kowtowed to the front, and then planned to get up.
Mo Yi also kowtowed after Mu Ci, then got up and stood beside Mu Ci. Seeing Mu Ci stretch out his hand to cover his chest, spit out a mouthful of blood, and then fell backwards.
Mo Yi immediately stretched out his hand to catch the fallen Mu Ci.
"Come on, the clothes are blocking the camera, let's start over from vomiting blood." Xia Jin waved his hand, and the prop master stepped forward.
"The blood bag smells so weird." An Chen complained, then wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth with a paper, and put in a new blood bag.
This time, the two of them pulled the clothes ahead of time. There was still blood at the corner of Mu Ci's mouth, and his body fell backwards uncontrollably, and the blood he spit out splashed on the ground like blossoming manjusawa.
Mu Ci just fell into Mo Yi's arms, his face was pale except for the blood at the corner of his mouth. "Xiaoci!" Mo Yi's shout did not receive any response.
The person in his arms is like a puppet with a broken string, without vitality and vitality. Trembling, Mo Yi stretched out his hand to sniff Tan Mu Ci's breath.
Fortunately, alive. Mo Yi suddenly lost his strength and fell to the ground, panting heavily.
"Cut!" Xia Jin looked at the two with satisfaction.
An Chen got up first and extended his hand to Lin Ning. An Chen can quickly enter the play, and can also quickly get out of the role, but Lin Ning's skill may not be very strong.
"Brother Lin Ning, it's over." An Chen whispered.
Lin Ning slowed down for a moment. Just now, he had been brought into the role by An Chen. The moment An Chen fell down, the trembling of his hands was real.
"Ah, thank you." Lin Ning slowed down, and the two walked towards Xia Jin together.
Ji Xuan handed An Chen a bottle of water, and then took An Chen to rinse his mouth first.
"Brother, I suddenly feel that the **** soup you cooked yesterday tastes okay." An Chen kept rinsing his mouth, but the smell of the blood bag was still there.
Ji Xuan smiled wryly, wondering if it was a compliment or a loss. He took out a mint candy from his pocket, tore open the package and stuffed it into An Chen's mouth.
The taste of mint can barely cover the smell of blood bag. "Brother, why are the characters I play so miserable?" An Chen looked at Ji Xuan seriously.
It is a kind of self-cultivation not to judge others casually. It is a kind of practice not to live in the evaluation of others.
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(end of this chapter)