Witch, Open Your Eyes

"Are you all ready?" Mrs. Flores turned around.

Li Sinian lowered his head and replied: "Yes, it's all arranged."

"Have you found everything on the island? Didn't you find...your father?" Mrs. Flores raised her eyebrows very delicately.

Li Sinian replied blankly: "I have searched both inside and outside the villa, and Hou Shan has also sent someone to search. There is no clue."

Flores didn't even look at him: "I just wanted to teach him a lesson. He blamed me for concealing my life and quarreling with me. I was angry, knowing that some of them had impure thoughts, so I let him go to the island. "

At the age of 40 or 50, the wife is well maintained, only her neck and elbows reveal the truest age.Her face was bright, still like a girl, her scattered hair gathered up, and her emerald eyes were filled with leisurely melancholy.

"I want him to know that there is no good person in this world, not just me. No one is unselfish." She curled her lips and smiled, "I can let him go, let him go to the island, who knows he was stupid. He wanted to expose other people’s activities and never came back. How could he be so naive?"

"Fortunately, you are like me," Mrs. Flores looked at the sea in the distance, "I am most afraid that you will follow your dad. The justice and light that children do not believe in, he will be so stupid to believe. You remember Li Sinian, Yu Vance Nian, you can live to eternal life alone only by rejecting everyone."

Mrs. Flores said to herself: "I just want to prove to him that I am right. I want to tell him that in this world, everyone is born with original sin, and he will never see hope and redemption. I want to cut it. Let him see the ugliest thing that opens up people's hearts layer by layer. Everyone in the world is like this. It's not my fault that you and I are where you are today, Li Heng."

"Are the clothes ready for you to go out?" Mrs. Chen opened the door and came in, brought a bowl of porridge, and placed it on Old Chen's table. "What are you looking at?"

Old Chen took off his reading glasses and put down the invitation letter in his hand: "Why did you come in?"

The old lady smiled: "You haven't eaten much for dinner. I'm afraid you will be hungry at night. Eat a bowl of porridge."

Old Chen picked up the bowl in silence and delivered the gruel into his mouth.

"So are you," the wife sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed while folding clothes for him while she said, "Xiao Zhou is ignorant, you are a father-in-law, still yelling with your daughter-in-law at the dining table? What does it look like?"

Old Chen paused and put down the bowl.

The old lady didn’t notice it, she still murmured: “We don’t make any money, and the family is supported by Zhuang Zhuang and Xiao Zhou. Xiao Zhou Xiao Zhou gave us more than one thousand yuan a month, honoring us, and my wife made it like this. What else are you asking for?"

Old Chen picked up the invitation letter again and looked at the reward on it.

"Are you ready?" The man by the bed was wearing a three-piece suit with a gun between his fingers.

The man lay shivering in the corner.

An envelope was sewn on his closed window with an invitation letter inside.

"What to do?" He widened his eyes in despair and thought, "What to do?"

"I really don't know," he tried to convince himself, and also tried to convince the man with his back facing him by the bed, his teeth creaking, "what it was like back then has nothing to do with me, I'm just a Run errands, apply for approval, deduct an official seal, what is going on, it has nothing to do with me!"

The man in suit let out a sneer from his nose: "It's irrelevant, it doesn't count as you said it."

"Are you ready?" Liu Xin pushed the gold-wire glasses on the bridge of his nose, soaked a pot of Kung Fu tea, poured out one, and handed it to Du Chaosheng.Du Chaosheng's face was half hidden in the heat, and his expression was cloudy and sunny.

"You also received the invitation letter?" He took the tea from Liu Xin.

Liu Xin raised his eyebrows.

Du Chaosheng sighed: "I don't know who made the Yaoyao. It has been so many years. It has passed, so why wouldn't it let it pass."

Liu Xin lowered his head to cover his eyes: "Some things will never pass."

"I went to the island later and built a villa on the island," Liu Xin took the initiative to sell it to him, "I hid a box of fresh water on the island. Do you remember the sea cave where we forced Li Heng to death? ? In case something really happens that we can't handle, let's hide in and wait for the matter to calm down before we come out."

Du Chaosheng patted Liu Xin on the shoulder: "Let's do it this way. If you don't see the purpose of the people behind the scenes, you always feel sleepy and sleepy and feel guilty."

Liu Xin curled a corner of his lips and smiled.

"Are you all ready?" the director shouted.

Everyone nodded hurriedly and greeted them. The scene made a version and started shooting.

Fang Daichuan played the male number three in the martial arts drama, wearing a hood, wearing layers of clothes, sweating like rain in a high temperature of forty degrees.

"The temperature is higher than my body temperature," Fang Daichuan fanned himself with the script, "Where is my body going to dissipate heat?"

He was a little jealous of the actor Pei in the same group. They had a caravan break, air-conditioning fans, and fresh fruit to eat.He looked down at the water in his hand, it was at room temperature, and it was already hot from the sun.

"Don't worry," Xiao Zhou patted him on the shoulder to comfort him, "Brother Deng has picked up a good book for you, and when you look at the variety show that will explode in the second half of the year, we will also have air-conditioning fans when you get up. Blow it!" She said, handing Fang Daichuan a small fan in his hand, which was hand-cranked by his mother.

"What book? When will it be shot?" Fang Daichuan couldn't wait.

Xiao Zhou blinked his eyes: "I'm still talking, I will reply to us next week, don't worry, Brother Chuaner, trust me, you will definitely be popular."

"Are you all ready?" Li Sinian stood in the corridor on the second floor of the villa, and several workers raised their heads to sculpt the statue.The saint father fights against the demon gods, and the goddess who is in charge of fairness and justice gave birth to black flesh wings.

When the workers saw him coming up, they all smiled and said, "Everything is ready, are you satisfied?"

Li Sinian looked at the relief on the top of the arcade with no expression on his face: "Yes, I am very satisfied."

"Excuse me, what is your villa for?" Another worker is hanging mural blankets on both sides, "Seeing that you are not Chinese in appearance. We usually put this mural blanket in the tomb. Yes, it’s in the corridor, it’s a bit unlucky."

Li Sinian lowered his head and pulled his mobile phone, and casually explained: "I am a director. I borrow this place to set up a scene."

Then there is no problem, the worker nodded clearly and continued to work.

"Then what do you mean by this setting?" The engraver has polished the details, and is using a damp cloth to wipe the dust on the stone. Seeing that the owner is very kind, he talks casually.

The corners of Li Sinian's lips curled up like a smile, and his light amber eyes glowed with strange gray-green rays in the sun: "Gods and demons fight, the human heart is a desperate contest between good and evil."

"Your movie is a religious theme? Then who won in the end?" The worker sat on the scaffold, took a look at his work and sighed with satisfaction.

Li Sinian squinted his eyes and looked at the waves outside the window: "At the end of the world, the gods are twilight, there is no winner, all are dead."

"Please write a sentence on the corner of this house," Li Sinian said suddenly when the workers were about to leave, "write:'It's better to reign in hell than to serve in heaven'."

Bright star, son of morning, why did you fall from the sky?

Ning is king in hell, not a slave in heaven.

Li Sinian looked at the end of the corridor. In that room by the sea, a woman tilted her head and carried a violin, intoxicated in the song of the wanderer.