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Chapter 38 Jinjiang Literature City Exclusive
Arrived in Los Angeles twelve hours later, at 19:00 Beijing time.
It was early morning in Los Angeles.
At four o'clock in the morning, the sky was not as thick and black as before. The city was eerily quiet. Except for the faint moonlight, it was difficult to see a single star in the sky.
After coming out of the airport, there was a faint white light in the distant sky, very faint, but hard to ignore.
Bo Yu raised his head and looked over, the whiteness of the sky grew little by little, the light of the snow eroded the dark night, and finally tore it apart forcefully, turning into dawn.
The phone switched from airplane mode to normal mode, and the signal gradually recovered.
The news from more than eight hours ago finally appeared on Bo Yu's cell phone after a long delay.
In the dialog box, there is hardly a single piece of information, but countless lengthy call records, and a touch of gold appears between the countless white lines.
"Wife": Bo Yu
It was from Gu Qichi.
Bo Yu found that Gu Qichi really liked calling himself by his name every moment.
At the moment when the phone is connected, when you are swept away by drowsiness and about to fall into a dream, when you are kissed until you are out of breath, when you have sex until your eyes are lost and you are in a daze...
He would always call his name, as if confirming something.
For no reason, Bo Yu felt that Gu Qichi was confirming the "truth".
He is like a drowning person who has fallen into a boundless illusion. Everything he sees and touches is absurd and nothingness. He is extremely insecure, so every night he wakes up in panic in his sleep, looking for straws that can float him ashore.
He would call Bo Yu's name every night.
Sometimes lucid, sometimes hazy.
Bo Yu would always respond to him immediately, and Gu Qichi would always settle down and go back to sleep the moment he got the response.
Bo Yu was the straw that Gu Qichi was holding on to.
Bo Yu is his truth.
The golden light shone completely, penetrating through the layers of thick clouds, and the morning sun poured thousands of miles, dyed every inch of the gray-blue haze, and the heavy clouds were wrapped in orange-red haze, and the morning sun rising above the horizon created a dazzling halo,It is as magnificent as a thick and colorful oil painting, so beautiful that it is unreal.
In fact, this was the first time Bo Yu saw the rising sun. It was hard to describe what he was thinking at the moment when the scenery burned into his eyes, but it made him think of Gu Qichi for no reason.
There are two low eyebrows on the cold white skin, but the eyebrows are thick and beautiful, like a double-petalled peony, blooming enthusiastically.
Bo Yu is a person with very low desire to share, even to his respected mother, he has always been silent.Mrs. Bo would always glance at him a few times, and then tell him to get the hell out of her speechlessly, so as not to spoil her mood.
Bo Yu used to think that chatting was an extremely meaningless thing, let alone sharing something with others. With the extra time, it is better to prepare two more plans so that Bo can break out of the encirclement, faster and betterto develop.
But now, he seems to understand the meaning of sharing.
Just in time for the second when the sun was pouring out, he picked up his mobile phone, pointed the camera at it, recorded the scene, and sent it to Gu Qichi on the other side of the ocean.
It seems that this can convey what I want in my heart.
Bai Heng followed behind Bo Yu silently, secretly glanced at his cell phone, and after seeing the "wife" flashing past on it, he wanted to take a few more glances, and Bo Yu turned back.nod.
Bo Yu lowered his eyelashes, it was difficult to see the expression in his eyes, and his tone was unclear: "Is there an estimated time for this negotiation, at least a few days?"
Bai Heng refrained from gossiping thoughts, with a serious face, and replied in a business-like manner: "If Mr. Peter's side goes well, it will take five days. If it doesn't go well..."
He sneaked a glance at Bo Yu's expression, swallowed, and continued: "Then plan b must be adopted urgently, but the timing depends on the specific implementation..."
There are people coming and going at the airport, the voices are noisy, and countless heads rush out from the exit, and go to different directions and places.
Light and shadow flickered, hitting Bo Yu's face mottledly. His profile was three-dimensional, with four highs and three lows as the standard, and no flaws could be picked out.Generally hidden in the dark, generally present in the light.
In the noisy airport hall, Bai Heng heard him say: "It must be successful once, so that we can go back early."
At seven o'clock in the evening, Gu Qichi hadn't left the film yet. Today's filming was the highlight of the "Lucky Tianqing" crew, which was the scene in which Shi Tianlin was framed by Shen Qingye and exiled to Xizang for treason.
Under the desolate and quiet high wall, Gu Qichi was sitting on a palanquin carried by eight people, his right arm was resting leisurely on the handle of the chair, his index and middle fingers were curled up, and his jaw was supported.
The camera was aimed at him, but the position was a bit off. After Lin Shuangyi adjusted the light, he came out from behind the camera, holding a loudspeaker in his hand, and began to direct the scene.
Song Zhian's assistant was a little annoyed, hid in a corner, and complained to Song Zhian angrily: "Brother Song, you are obviously the leading man, why is Lin Shuangyi so focused on that leading man!"
Seeing Lin Shuangyi personally adjust Gu Qichi's sitting posture, the assistant was so angry that his chest began to heave: "What kind of bonuses are added to the show? He is a male third, and he is going to be the male number one. No wonder everyone talks about him behind his back."There is a gold master..."
Song Zhian's hand for adjusting the costume suddenly stopped, the smile in his eyes froze, his eyes were dark, and he asked his assistant in a hoarse voice: "What did you say?"
"Gu Qichi has a patron?"
He said this almost word for word, there was no one around, the extras were all in the center of the city wall, Song Zhian's expression was a little frightening, and the assistant shivered for no reason.
The assistant tremblingly said, "Yes." Over there, Lin Shuangyi had already adjusted your position with Gu Qichi and the others, and the camera swept over, Lin Shuangyi was very satisfied, and then shouted at Song Zhi'an: "Mr."
Song Zhi'an suppressed his expression, regained that image of the breeze and the moon, and walked up.
Lin Shuangyi stressed that his position had been adjusted early in the morning, and there was nothing to talk about. Lin Shuangyi glanced at the position from behind the camera, flipped through the script a few times, then nodded in satisfaction, and shouted to the opposite side: "Props! Rain!"
The rain was not heavy, the sky was dim and foggy, under the city wall, a group of figures slowly appeared in the camera.
Shen Qingye was sitting on the sedan chair, resting her head on her hands, as if she was dozing off, the oil-paper umbrella fixed above her head was splashed with crackling water, pattering, disturbing people's dreams for no reason.
The oil-paper umbrella was slowly raised, and the prop team raised the lighting board beside it, illuminating Gu Qichi's whole body brightly.
Under the bright and dazzling light, Gu Xichi's skin was whiter than snow, and his scarlet python robe was soaked in rainwater, showing a rotten dark red color. His hair was not tied in a crown, but was tied up with a hairband and hung down softly.
The sedan chair walked slowly, and the eunuchs carrying the sedan chair wore raincoats made of oiled paper, and their black boots stepped on the water puddle. In the silence, they ran into the team escorting Shi Tianlin head-on.
The prince, who used to be aloof, was once reduced to a prisoner, and he was in a terrible state.Song Zhian was only wearing a thin prison uniform, with heavy chains on his hands and feet. The rusty shackles weighed as much as a thousand catties, as if they could break Shi Tianlin's bones. In this endless rainy day, the chains fell into the water,It dragged very slowly, making a rustling sound.
The two teams happened to stop under the city wall and were about to pass each other. Shen Qingye, who had been sleeping all this time, opened her eyes suddenly, her voice was lazily dragged on for a long time, and she was unconsciously provocative:
"Stop."
The eunuchs who were carrying the palanquin stopped, and Shen Qingye just looked down at Shi Tianlin with condescension, and the disgust was clearly visible in his eyes.
Song Zhi'an was in a daze for a moment, and the scene was out of play for a moment. The disgust in Gu Qichi's eyes was too real. It was not Shen Qingye's hatred for Shi Tianlin, but his undisguised emotion for himself.
Gu Qichi's voice quickly hit his ears. His lines were excellent, and his words were pronounced clearly. In order to match the characters, his voice was specially squeezed, and it was like a eunuch.
"His Royal Highness the Second Prince..."
He laughed, and in the fog and rain, he lazily raised his eyelids, a layer of dark red eyeshadow was applied on the corners of his raised eyes, and there was also a little bright red cinnabar mole on his forehead, which was a little strange.
Song Zhian was against the light, and the rain hit his ears with a crackling sound. He squinted his eyes, and under the vague halo, he couldn't see Gu Qichi's face clearly at all.
"You see, our family is confused. Now we should call you Mr. Tianlin. His Majesty's order is to depose you as a commoner, and to call you His Highness the Second Prince. Our family is defying the order."
Song Zhian's Adam's apple rolled, his fingertips stuck into his palm, and he tried to calm himself down, then continued Gu Qichi's scene: "Shen Qingye, you thief! The Shen family is full of loyalty, how could you give birth to such a rebellious traitor!"
"In the dead of night, aren't you afraid that your dead father will scold you in a dream?"
He shouted so loudly that everyone under the city wall was silent like cicadas. No one knew about the old grievances between Shi Tianlin and Shen Qingye.Provocation is undoubtedly seeking death.
No one knew what Shen Qingye was thinking, the scarlet knife at his waist gleamed coldly in the mottled light and shadow, and there seemed to be bloodstains on the scabbard that hadn't been cleaned up, it was particularly shocking to look at.
Everyone buried their heads extremely low.Shen Qingye now monopolizes the power, and has been given the right to kill first and play later by the emperor. If he really annoys him, it is also feasible to openly kill people within the palace ban.
After all, Shen Qingye was in favor, so if he really killed Shi Tianlin, it would not hurt to kill the traitor lightly.
The present prince is the sixth prince.
Everyone was waiting for Shen Qingye's reaction, and the Nine Thousand Years, whom everyone was in awe of, smiled slowly, and raised his hand to signal, "Get off the sedan chair."
The mist was blue, and he stepped down slowly, the python robe was completely soaked by the rain, and it was dark red.
The rain became heavier, but Shen Qingye didn't care. He leaned over very slowly and approached Shi Tianlin, with a bright smile in his peach eyes, but with deep hatred:
"Shi Tianlin, you also know that my Shen family is full of loyalty. If so, why did you shamelessly give false testimony and frame my father as an enemy? What did the four hundred and fifty members of my Shen family do wrong?Innocent, why am I not?"
"It's all thanks to you that I can get to this day, my good Highness."
"Don't worry, I've already said hello. On the way to exile in Xijiang, someone will definitely entertain you well."
He got close, and the tone of his breath shook Song Zhian's ears, and the tingling itchiness shook all the way from the ears to his heart, Song Zhian could even see the fine hairs on his face.
A stern expression appeared on Gu Qichi's face. The heavy rain was pouring down, and his black hair was drenched and stuck to his face.His pale five fingers tightened, pinching Song Zhian's neck and lifting it up.
The camera focused on Gu Qichi's hand, and the cyan blood floated on the back of the cold white hand, extending all the way to the cuff, disappearing.
Lin Shuangyi stared at the reaction of the two in the camera, and did not speak for a long time.
A slight sense of suffocation emerged, and the electric current rushed from the tailbone all the way to the cerebral cortex. There was a slight dizziness. Song Zhian just slammed into Gu Qichi's eyes, and forgot to speak for a while.
"Card."
Lin Shuangyi stopped shouting, and raised her head in dissatisfaction, "Restart from Shen Qingye's choking neck, Song Zhi'an, don't be dazed, react in time, you didn't catch Gu Qichi's play just now."
"One more."
The phenomenon of nagging often occurred during filming, Gu Qichi let go of Song Zhian's neck, and turned around expressionlessly.
He looked up at the place where Luo Qianqian was in the distance, and then at the phone on the seat, feeling a little irritable for no reason.
Why is there no news of Bo Yu yet?
On the other end, the makeup artist was reapplying Song Zhian's makeup, his eyes were dark, and he was staring in the direction of Gu Qichi.
Is it the gold master?
Since others can do it, so can he...