"Damn, I'm NG again (No_Good)!" Sikong Ling cursed fiercely. When I came to the film and television city to play, I happened to be an extra. Who knew that extras are not that easy to be. The director and actors didn't cooperate well, so they have NG several times. Sikong Ling envied Xue Jiang and Bei Jiang for not getting involved because they disliked the dirty clothes of this costume drama.

Just as I was about to leave without hesitation, a friend beside me said, "You are the first time you came here? I thought it was so easy to film? Come on, drink a little water first. Director Xu has high requirements, so it is unlucky to meet him." Then he threw a bottle of free mineral water.

Sikong Ling took a few sips, enjoying a little, looking at his buddy: "Are you a professional actor or a part-time job?"

Brother: "Part-time, dreams are certainly a profession, but before you become famous, I have to have a meal. My friend, a very talented novelist and screenwriter, is now working as a programmer."

Sikong Ling laughed: "Yes, introduce it to me and see this talented programmer."

Brother: "What's your name?"

Sikong Ling: "Sikong."

Brother: "Oh? A very interesting name, I am He Xiang."

Sikong Ling: "Oh, I won't play anymore, see you back." After saying that, he left, regardless of the organization, shouting and scolding behind him.

When I returned to the pergola, I found a young white-faced actor playing in front of Murong Bingxue and Huang Beilei, chanting the lines he thought were very arrogant, and it seemed that he was playing Ximen Chuxue.

After the performance of the young man, he asked the two beauties for their opinions. Both beauties said something like the muddy and seemed to be unpleasant.

Sikong Ling suddenly said sarcastically: "You don't look like the sword god Ximen Chuxue, but like Ximen Qing."

Everyone around laughed.

The little white face sank, looked at his outfit, and sneered: "Hmph, where did you come from? What do you know?"

Sikong Ling went up to snatch his black scabbard and said, "Please pay attention to my lonely eyes."

He stood in the middle of the field, holding his hands in front of his chest, and the black-scabbed sword seemed casual but very deliciously between his arms, facing Xue Jiang and Bei Jiang, and said lightly: "My sword is not for viewing."

When Murong Bingxue and Huang Beilei almost burst into laughter, they found that Sikong Ling's eyes changed like he had cast magic, and his voice continued: "When you stabbed their throats with a sword, and watched the snowflakes bloom under your sword, if you could see the brilliant glory of that moment, you would know that beauty is absolutely nothing that can be compared to."

Huang Beilei said in surprise: "Hey, he acts quite like it. Sikong, you are so handsome in ancient costume. This cold feeling is really... Are you performing your true nature?"

Sikong Ling seemed to have completely entered the world of the Sword God and said, "How did I practice sword skills? Because I regard killing as a sacred and beautiful thing, I have dedicated my life to this matter. Only when I kill, I am truly alive, and at other times, I am just waiting. Those who are talented and have poor luck, cynical people, and those who like to avenge their enemies will practice a certain skill to a state of being in a high place and a cold place."

"He's quite handsome..." Murong Bingxue looked at him with bright eyes, as if the first time she wanted to describe Sikong Ling as handsome in her mind.

Suddenly, the applause rang out, and a little old man crawled into the shed, stared at Sikongling, with a kind look, and said, "Yes, it's just this kind of taste - completely unhumanly cold, you're right, Xiao Zhang, you're a little too feminine, look at this face... Tsk tsk..." The old man almost touched Sikongling's face and continued to praise: "This is simply the face of a natural killer. He doesn't recognize his relatives, arrogant and cold-blooded. Call the makeup artist, change into white clothes, and comb his hair again... No, no, just like that, casual, unruly..."

So, Sikong Ling was manipulated as Ximen Chuxue. When he appeared in the spotlight for the first time, Sikong Ling did not have a trace of stage fright because he was here to play and was not ready to come after filming today. What's more, he played his true nature and completely thought that everyone was just an ant with no value in existence.

He has a good memory, read the lines twice and remembers them. He occasionally forgets his performance on the spot, and sometimes even better than the original script. Director Xu is very satisfied and thinks that he has found a treasure. In fact, the role of the cold killer is quite needed.

After three consecutive filmings, the director's assistant came over to talk about joining the main actors. Sikong Ling wanted to say that I was just playing and would not come tomorrow, but he was afraid of being beaten up and being repaired by himself. He also brought two girls with him, so he had to think about it.

Director Xu was happy for an afternoon until he found out that Sikong Ling took Xue Jiang and Bei Jiang into the Mercedes-Benz S600. That's right, it's 600, not Mercedes-Benz Amao or Mercedes-Benz Amagou, but one of the top luxury cars. Director Xu had an unknown premonition.

Murong Bingxue excitedly watched the stills of Ximen Chuxue taken on their mobile phones in the back seat of the car, and Sikong Ling drove the car happily and peacefully.

Huang Beilei asked: "Sikong, will you come tomorrow?"

Sikong Ling: "No."

Huang Beilei sighed: "Director Xu is about to cry."

Sikong Ling: "Don't care, I don't know him."

Huang Beilei: "But he knows me, I want to scold him to death."

Sikong Ling: "He knows you and won't let you be the heroine. I'm blind. Which of those heroines is as beautiful as you?"

Huang Beilei: "Oh, many of them are stuffed in by the relatives. There is no way. Director Xu is not the real boss."

Sikong Ling sneered: "No wonder domestic films are ugly every time. These idiots just don't understand what is really important. I want to be a director. The actors only use the most suitable ones. The males have to perform the connotation, the females have to perform the absolutely beautiful and charming, and the plot must be concise and profound. There is no innovation in the plot of this kind of costume film and it is boring. Otherwise, I can consider playing for a few more days."

Murong Bingxue: "I didn't expect you to be a good actor in acting. I feel that Lu Xiaofeng's limelight will be suppressed."

Huang Beilei: "Yes, I think you can invest yourself, be a director and an actor yourself, and shoot whatever you want. Isn't it fun?"

Sikong Ling: "There will be one day."

When the car passed a bus stop, he found that He Xiang, who had a relationship, was waiting for the car there, and was a member of the penis. Sikong Ling stopped the car and shouted: "He Xiang!"

He Xiang grabbed his head and smiled silly, "Ximen Chuxue?"

In just one afternoon, the Sword God's big number became famous, and Sikong Ling smiled: "I'll take you for a while."

Apart from this car, the two beauties in the car are like two mountains, which puts huge pressure on people. He Xiang didn't dare to ride the ride and said embarrassedly: "Forget it, I'm not far away, thank you. Oh, you acted very well and played the Sword God alive!" He gave a thumbs up.

Sikong Ling smiled faintly, but the car left.

Murong Bingxue asked: "Who is this?"

Sikong Ling: "I just met when I was playing an extra."

Murong Bingxue was even more strange. He was so friendly to strangers with his savage tongue.

Huang Beilei smiled and said, "The Sword God seems to know more people than me."

At this time, Murong Bingxue heard some sound and looked back and found that the man had just chased him and hurriedly asked Sikongling to stop the car.

The 12-cylinder car is like a Lingbo Microstep. You see that the speed is stable and not fast. In fact, the acceleration is quite impressive. The guy who chased the car almost ran out of breath and couldn't speak several times. Xue Jiang and Bei Jiang both endured the laughter with difficulty, but Sikong Ling said calmly: "Stop first."

"Are you coming tomorrow?" He finally breathed evenly.

Sikong Ling: "Don't come."

He Xiang looked disappointed and said oh: "It's a pity that Ximen Chuxue's character."

Sikong Ling: "What do you want to say?"

He Xiang scratched his head: "I think you are like a legendary boss who is bigger than the director. I want to recommend my friend's script to you."

Sikong Ling: "Let's talk about it, this is the way to leave the film and television city."

On the way, He Xiang was bound to praise his friend's screenwriter's talent. Unfortunately, Sikong Ling said something that made him desperate: "I'm not a boss, I'm still a student, I just came here to play."

Sikong Ling said again: "But I want to see what he wrote. You add me Q. Q number 10,040, and verify the answer: There is cool breeze in summer and snow in winter."

He Xiang ignited some hope again and said, "Okay, are there any paper and pen? I'll write it down."

Sikong Ling didn't understand for a moment and frowned and said, "There is cool breeze in summer and snow in winter. Do you need to write it down with notes? Do you have any brain problems?"

He Xiang blushed and said, "I'm afraid I'll forget..."

Murong Bingxue laughed and scolded: "Sikong! Can't you keep some verbal virtue? No wonder Zi Jiang loves teaching you a lesson so much, and I can't help it."

When passing by Zhichan Temple, they were attracted by the lush bamboo forests and got off the car to watch the scenery.

The delicate cool breeze came from the layers of green curtains, carrying the wild breath of the mountains and forests. Murong Bingxue looked up, and the golden sunset was spotted like broken fire drills, gorgeous and gorgeous. She couldn't help but reach out to catch it. Her slender palms were so perfect and dreamy. She said happily: "Zero, does this look like the scorching sun shine through the cherry blossom forest you said yesterday?"

Sikong Ling: "It's far from it."

Murong Bingxue gave him a blank look and said, "I think it's beautiful enough."

Sikong Ling looked at the flock of birds in Mugui and said, "Next month, we will go to Japan to see the cherry blossoms."

Murong Bingxue was longing for it, but she remembered something: "You are going to the United States..."

Sikong Ling laughed and said, "A plane ticket worth a few thousand yuan is like watching a movie for me. I can come back every three or five days, just like me in East Province and you are on the Demon Island. The house I rent will not be refunded."

Murong Bingxue said "Oh" and felt a little relieved. Somehow, her mood rose, and her palms circled in front of her mouth and shouted loudly: "The past belongs to the god of death, and the future belongs to us--"

Sikongling looked at her delicate figure and Lirong intently, and said softly: "It belongs to us."

He stretched out his invitation hand to her, and she put her slender hand into his grasp and walked back hand in hand.

Sikong Ling saw He Xiang change out a camera from afar and was taking pictures of Huang Beilei. He said in surprise: "It's really different to have dreams. He actually has a camera."

Huang Beilei waved to them and shouted: "Where is He Xiang still a photography master at the Film and Television Academy? You can also give me a few photos!"

Needless to say, He Xiang had already brought Sikong Ling and Murong Bingxue's lovely appearance to the scene. One was Sikong Ling looking at Murong Bingxue, as if saying, "You are my treasure." One was Murong Bingxue looking at Sikong Ling, and answering arrogantly and shyly, as if saying, "You are my Sikong Zhaixing." Another was staring at each other, as if saying, "The future belongs to us."
Chapter completed!