Sun Ting's eyes were full of weirdness.

After taking a look at Brother Xu, he walked straight to Yang Mi without saying a word.

He offered hot tea in his own hand.

At this time, she heard Yang Mi ask in a low voice:

"Your brother Xu is here?"

"...?"

Sun Ting was stunned.

I asked you, did you see him or smell him?

Is it that exaggerated?

After thinking for a while, she nodded:

"Um."

Yang Mi responded calmly:

"okay."

Then he fell silent.

Soon, after the flight preparations were completed, Sun Ting returned to Xu Xin and whispered:

"Brother Xu, I know you are coming."

"Well……"

Xu Xin nodded with some guilt:

"knew."

He took a few steps back and "hid" himself deeper.

Then he continued to watch the two people perform quietly.

And the next scene actually has no technical content...relatively.

When a martial arts scene begins, acting is secondary. The collision between moves and the tension shown in the camera are the most important.

What is tested is the director's scheduling and the photographer's grasp of the lens.

Then……

Wang Jiawei staged a standard textbook-like "carpet bombing" for Xu Xin.

If it doesn't work once, try it several times.

Take a few more shots and choose the one that feels right...

His brows were twisted like a washing machine.

no……

you……

Although he had known Wang Jiawei's method of filming for a long time, he felt really distressed when he saw his sister hitting the back of her head against a pillar.

What are you doing?

Big brother.

Is it true that quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes? Is it just trial and error?

A scene lasts seven or eight minutes, then rearranges the scene for ten minutes, and then another seven or eight minutes...

What are you making a fuss about?

How about playing?

In a daze, more than an hour passed.

The first half of the fight scene was finally filmed.

Wang Jiawei shouted stop.

Let’s do this for today, the time is almost up, let’s call it a day.

Sun Ting rushed over immediately and quickly put the military coat on Yang Mi.

Xu Xin also walked silently outside the set and got into the business car.

After waiting for less than twenty minutes, the car door was opened.

Yang Mi, wrapped in a military coat, saw her husband sitting in the car and walked up without saying a word.

After she got in the car, Xu Xin held her hand.

Ice cold.

"Is it cold?"

he asked distressedly.

Yang Mi shook her head:

"Isn't it cold? Didn't you see that I've been moving around... didn't you tell me you weren't coming? What kind of surprise attack was there?"

Xu Xin didn't answer the question and just kept rubbing her hands.

After Sun Ting got on the bus, the commercial vehicle drove directly into the TL city.

After rubbing his hands to warm them up, he sat directly in the back row, passed his hands over the seat, and started to squeeze her shoulders.

As soon as Xu Xin touched the muscles on her shoulders, she knew...she must be uncomfortable.

These muscles are hard.

So he whispered:

"I'll use a little more force to knead it open for you."

"Go home and rub it, there will be no pain in the car."

"……good."

Although she agreed, Xu Xin still sat in the back row and began to rub her shoulder and neck muscles little by little.

I kneaded it until my hands were sore.

And Yang Mi remained silent, as if she was asleep.

After arriving home and parking the car, she got up, opened the car door and walked out.

It was almost 12 o'clock now, and the two children were already following their grandma. The grandpa fell asleep, and the couple didn't want to bother.

Yang Mi came to the kitchen with ease and opened the lid of the pot first. Inside was a bowl of hot rice and a bowl of mixed vegetables.

She didn't pursue anything other than taste. She turned to Xu Xin and asked:

"Brother, do you want to eat?"

"No, I came here when I was full."

Xu Xin shook his head, looked around and said:

"How about...drinking some wine to rejuvenate your blood?"

"No, you can't be that squeamish."

After bringing the food to the table, she pointed to the refrigerator:

"I want to drink orange juice."

"...It's too cold."

"Wrong, this is called normal temperature in the Northeast. Hurry up."

Helpless, Xu Xin could only pour her a glass of orange juice and watch her wolfing down the food.

In fact, the private life of the couple is quite simple.

My parents take care of me, there is no nanny, and there is no luxury like that... every meal costs thousands.

Neither of them is the kind of person who likes extravagance.

In fact, in Yang Mi's opinion, that kind of behavior is quite upstart.

Of course...it does not rule out that she has just lived in this kind of ordinary family atmosphere since she was a child, and lacks imagination and habits for the so-called "rich life"...

But, just be comfortable.

It's not that she couldn't eat a whole lobster in the middle of the night, but it's just not as comfortable to eat as soft food.

What's more, don't look at it as there is only one bowl of food.

But this bowl of food is quite luxurious.

Sea cucumbers, peeled shrimps, a dozen chunks of beef, green vegetables, scrambled eggs with green onions...
To be continued...