After Exchanging Shadows

Chapter xxvi

It is now summer and summer, the flowers of Deng Fu Garden are blooming vibrantly, Nguyen Nightshang walks on the path of the embossed leaves exhibition, the ink is not moving backwards and backwards, the camera is also slowly following their footsteps.

Everyone at the venue is watching this focus.

The staff had to stare at it because of work needs, while Feng Tang Tang was a fool. She sat under her umbrella with a bunch of snacks, tearing a bag out of it to pinch a piece of potato chip, but didn't send it into her mouth. She only subconsciously held it in her hand. Her eyes looked at the ink and Nguyen Nightshade that were being filmed there. She looked almost demented, and she shouted in her heart. She suddenly gathered fans to make her way into the realm of nowhere.

Nguyen Nguyen and Sister Xiaoping are playing together, Feng Tang Tang is going to cry.

After strangling the script for a while, Nguyen Nightingale glanced at the ink next to him and said: "Ding Yu, my father wants to send me to the palace. ”

Sumo's hands stacked together, cages stuck in front of him, modesty through a little bit of decency, no talking.

Early Deng Sui did not have any reservations in front of Ding Er, Ding Er did not speak well, often acted as a listener, Deng Sui also knew her habits, even without a linguistic response, Deng Sui could still speak very naturally - she knew that she was listening carefully to her.

So Nguyen looked into Mo's eyes and went on to say: “He spoke to me in the study earlier, saying that I was old and that some things should be prepared. In other words, he had presented my portrait roster to His Majesty. ”

Momo didn't say anything else. He looked forward and the voice faded away: "Miss, the swing is ahead. ”

“Then let's go.” Nguyen Nightshade smiled and turned back to hold Mo's hand and take her in the direction of the swing. After a short fall, she followed her with some restraint. She also seemed a little clumsy. Nguyen Nightingale laughed at her in front of her intimately: “You are always the same, wooden man. ”

When Mo heard the rumor, he bowed his head and said: "… hmm. ”

According to the script, Ding Er's restraint should have been displayed here. In contrast to Deng Sui's early naive rotten comedy, Ding Mo performed well. Nguyen Nightshang also cooperated seamlessly, but Ding Mo felt that her kind of tension did not seem to have been performed according to her understanding of the script, and that kind of restraint and tension truly took root in her heart.

I don't know if it's too hot, or for other reasons, she has a fine sweat on her palm, which makes her uncomfortable.

Nguyen Nightingale felt it, her hands loosened slightly, but she held her tight again.

That kind of discomfort was tightened and deepened by this, and Mo had to hold Nguyen Nightshank with his scalp.

Many people will think that the actor is just a theater, all the joy and sorrow is based on the need of the script, but wearing a fake skin, so naturally there will be a lot of actors to refute, frankly, I am acting with true emotion, the character is me, I am the character, such words are an insult to the cloud, but when Momo hears this kind of speech, she will not react at all.

Perhaps she had already dissected herself thoroughly, thinking that that was what she was actually like, that those people were merely stating the facts and did not need to refute them.

She exhibits high acting skills in front of the public, crying when she should, laughing when she should, emotional pulses with emotional pulses, hysteria with hysteria, every expression and every action is so compelling. The character came into her hands as fresh as she was given to the soul, and although she was a lot black, those blacks did rarely darken her acting. It is also her free-flowing act that allows her to reap countless character fans every time. Those fans are infected by her acting, unable to distinguish between reality and illusion. Even in reality, many are used to calling her by her favorite role nickname. Everyone adds a fanaticism about the character to the ink, making this fanatical love more double, love her more crazy.

Yet Mo knew that acting was acting, and that she was acting more real, just acting. A lot of actors are enthusiastic about acting too much in place of emotion and acting, but she is too calm in this regard.

She brutally separates her acting from her true inner feelings, and she can do it anytime, anywhere for her acting, but she knows it's not herself.

And now, in front of Nguyen Nightshang, it's just a simple play, but it's just this tiny detail of garlic peel, and she actually feels deep down in her heart really constrained —— not that she played it, maybe for the first time, so this strange feeling even got her a little upset.

Fortunately, Momo's ability to adjust herself was strong, and it didn't take long to calm down, overshadow this uncomfortable feeling, and she returned to her state of Diem, and calmly cut Diem apart from her Ben and me to continue filming.

Several cameras adjusted the shooting position, one of them mainly featuring two people, and Mo carefully held Nguyen up to the swing.

Deng Sui has always relied heavily on Dieng Er. Nguyen Nightshank sat on the swing and looked at Mo with a smile: “Slow down this time, don't be too high. ”

“Don't worry, miss.” Mo Dao.

Mo pushed the swing behind Nguyen Nightingale, the weather was too hot, even the sun became transparent, and fainted into many halos, so that people couldn't help but look. The swing came back again, and the ink protected Nguyen's waist in case Nguyen fell accidentally. As she bowed her head, she could see the glow falling on Nguyen's hair accessory, sparkling with light.

Feng Tangtang watched outside the scene and said, "Why does this scene look so romantic? What's wrong?"

She touched it and didn't find out what she felt was wrong in it, but somehow she was excited and the blood was pouring up. Then she turned her head and looked again. She saw the bodyguard Gu Qizong standing tall not far away, like a viewing tower. She waved to Gu Qizong and let him ride under the umbrella.

Gu Qishong walked over and Feng Tangtang handed him an open bag of chips: “Brother Gu, why don't you have some? ”

“Thank you.” Gu Qizong nodded with a boring pan and thanked him, but he didn't eat it. His eyes looked at the shooting point there again. After what happened to the dead chicken, he looked tight and didn't dare to relax for a moment.

Feng Tangtang knew that he was engaged in his work and did not want to disturb him anymore, so he only put the potato chip bag on his hand and continued to watch with enthusiasm. His hands were held up freely, so that Gu Qizong could reach for it if he wanted to.

Nguyen Nightshade turned his back to Mo, and said in the play, “What do you think of my entering the palace? ”

Mo gently pushed the swing, "I don't have any ideas. Miss, that's what I think, so Miss, how do you feel right now, you can talk to me. I've been listening. ”

She has been relieved of the previous discomfort of inadvertent and genuine entrance into the play, and feels that her soul has learned something, and can continue to watch herself play with Nguyen Nightingale with cold eyes. Her acting stove was pure green, the breeze was winding around, and in this deep calm she felt some of the comfort she had gotten used to before, and the feeling of being invaded was finally completely thrown away by her.

Good, she's still the same person she used to be.

Nothing has changed.

… not least because of the woman in front of her.

The corner of Nguyen's mouth was still smiling, but he missed the bottom again, and there seemed to be a shallow apprehension: “I am willing to enter the palace. I know what my father meant. My grandfather's fairy has been gone for a long time. The rest of Deng family is still in the shadow. Even though he has always been noble, he is afraid that he will be blessed in the future. He let me into the palace for the sake of Deng family's future basic business. Now the court is in a heavy tide, His Majesty fought hard in the dark with Her Majesty Queen Do, and now the father does not know which side to stand on, even if one day touching Her Majesty Do is unhappy, causing trouble, and fearing to cause His Majesty's dissatisfaction, caught in it, and his heart is frightened to war. My father said that the court will be born sooner or later, but I do not know when it will come. If I enter the palace, I can serve His Majesty, serve Queen Do, and examine the situation for my father. If the day comes seriously, I will not be helpless and let others slaughter me. ”

Nguyen Nightingale finished this long series of lines, without half a carton, with the emotional action naturally revealed, Feng Tangtang even forgot to eat something, the heart said that when Sister Xiao did not lose her temper to concentrate on acting, she was a goddess. Seeing her accidentally become brain powder, or a brain powder suspected of being Stockholm syndrome, I don't know when there will be another person next to me. At first glance, a makeup artist waiting to make up, the makeup artist looked focused, and took Von Dongtang's snacks. Two brain powder bars whispered their mouths and ate there like two squirrels. From time to time, they exchanged their thoughts about watching the play, and sighed the acts of the two over there. Next to them, there was a wooden stick-like Gu, Gu Suizon.

At this time, Nguyen Nightshade said, "Dieng, I was talking about what would happen after entering the palace, but I didn't want to be left out of words. It was too soon for me to say. ”

Mo faintly said: “As a lady, she is intelligent in the news. As long as the lady wants, entering the palace is inevitable. It's just that the lady isn't happy, though she does. ”

The two of them come and go, each of them can catch each other's play.

Nguyen Nightingale showed a slightly higher point, she sat lightly on the swing, like a free bird: “I entered the palace for Deng's family, but I have not met His Majesty, but to serve beside him, how can I be happy? But I would like to see His Majesty in the future so that I can cultivate my feelings slowly. If I truly love him, I can naturally be much happier. Brother San did not want me to go to the palace, very dissatisfied, said that I feel this way but naive. Father knew, he screamed at Brother San and did not know where Brother San is now. ”

The swing stabilized in Mo's hand, and Nguyen Nightingale raised her head in a moment of pause: "Dieng, do you think I'm naive? ”

Mo looked into her eyes and saw the light shining inside, her heart tightening.

Somehow, she sees the shallots in this seemingly pure, disoriented eye.

In college, she used to say that Nguyen Nightingale was innocent, or the slightly irritable tone of her head.

At that time, she was fit enough for everyone around her to retreat, and Nguyen Nightingale could always lean towards her unattended. She thought she was unfamiliar with Nguyen Nightingale, but Nguyen Nightingale always seemed to be confused. Perhaps by chance, on two occasions Nguyen Nightingale met her at the same intersection, and then Nguyen Nightingale often got up early and waited for her to pass at that intersection.

However, she did not know at the time, because for some reason she had changed course to the classroom, only once she passed the intersection again and saw Nguyen Nightingale waiting there.

At that time, Nguyen Nightshade still looked so green, wearing a snow-white dress, it was raining lightly, and she could spin a few circles in the rain with an umbrella and kick a few flowers in the rain with a smile.

“Naïve, childish.” That's what Mo said to her when she walked over.

Indeed, in her memory, she was naive.

But then she changed. After a long holiday, she came back and almost didn't know her.

Nguyen Nightshade became so fast and grew as fast as to support her bones, but for a while, her astringency completely faded away, waiting for the mature ceremony, progress and retreat, lived and lived to become the famous fairy of the school. She was smart, feisty, like wearing a smiley face mask, no one could see through her, swam in the crowd, and had more than the means to swim.

The camera is still advancing. From the beginning until now, Lin Qi Tang has not shouted, and the word "satisfied" is written comfortably all over his body. He also didn't know how he felt at the moment. After all, all the displays on the monitor screen were perfect. I didn't expect the two of them to work together so well for the first time without much grinding together. Lin Qisheng was happy, and the other workers were happier. The smoother the shooting process, the easier they were, the less they had to toss back and forth.

Sumo's palms are sweating like before.

Fortunately, there is no need for Ding Er's lines in the script at this time. At this time, Deng Sui's lines are still part of the scene. Nguyen Nightingale laughed at herself: “That's right, going into the palace will be completely different anyway. Brother San worried about me being naive, and I really didn't need it. ”

Her eyes were glistening. She remembered the old Nguyen Nightshade. She almost couldn't distinguish between memories and reality. The feeling that permeated her heart made her uncomfortable again.

The unclear truth of Lin Qi Tang looked at the uppercase face of the ink on the monitor, watched her accurately reveal the expression, and excited the facial muscles to twitch. But for his face as a director, he didn't show his excitement too clearly, so he held it there and his eyebrows were shaking.

Mo's hand rested on Nguyen's waist and gently sent the swing out again.

She said softly, "I'll be with the lady, she's in the palace, I'm in the palace. Even if the future is unpredictable, miss, you can continue to be naive in front of me. ”

The sound is light but soft and scattered in the summer light.

- Oh, my God!

Feng Tang Tang almost jumped off the stool with a makeup artist and shook the flag and screamed. However, where did she get the flag, only a bag of chips in her hand, when she wanted to shake the chip bag to replace it, she saw that the bag was almost empty, a dull gourd like Gu Qishong while eating the chips from her bag, clicking, while watching the play over there with the ink and Nguyen Nightshang, although still dead face, but looking delicate.

Feng Tang Tang knew that her brother Gu might have joined the brain powder camp.

After saying this, when Nguyen Nightshade came back along the swing rhythm, Nguyen Nightshade's heart pounded straight. He couldn't help but look up at Nguyen Ink and his ears were red.

Mo also lowered his head to see the ear root of Nguyen Nightshade slightly red, the two of them looked at each other, suddenly she also had a bit of a busy hands and feet. This time, both of them failed to match the rhythm of the swing, and the swing swayed around, Nguyen Nightshade one did not sit steady, leaning forward to fall.

Lin Qi Tang thought the shooting was so smooth, he almost forgot how to read the kanji. Now he sees Nguyen Nightshang planting forward and almost fell off the stool. At the same time, he shouted: “Ka! ”

At the same time, the scene suddenly turned from the atmosphere of condensed breath shooting before to boiling. Feng Tang Tang Tang, Brain Handicap No. 1, was worried about standing up for a moment. The newcomer Brain Handicap Gu Qishong's sinking face almost ran over.

Fortunately, Mo had already reached out and pulled. She couldn't hold onto her eyes. Her subconscious took a big step forward and held Nguyen Nightshade firmly from behind.

Nguyen Nightshank sat on the swing, Mo's hands tightly hooked from behind Nguyen Nightshank, this time at least stabilized the swing.

Nguyen Nightshang: “...”

Mo felt the silence of Huili Nguyen Nightshang and saw Nguyen Nightshang's almost bloody ear root. He also stayed.

Then I felt the round and soft taste of the two clutches in my hand. My face was white and red for a while. I hurriedly shrunk my hand back from the chest of Nguyen.

Nguyen Nightshank hurriedly jumped off the swing, turned around, and stood up straight there, like a woman in a light good family, with her lips on her lips, but her eyebrows were spring-like, silent.

Mo: “...”

... I didn't disrespect you!

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