What is it like to have a sand sculpture blood wife?

Chapter 72 72. Jiang Xiaoling's Line Skills
After less than a second, Xia Yuan quickly pushed Ying Sitong away.

"It hurts, hurts, hurts..."

Ying Sitong was enjoying himself quite a bit, but when he heard what he said, he couldn't help feeling a little sullen.

She frowned, and glanced at Xia Yuan, "I didn't bite you, why does it hurt?"

"No, you stepped on my foot."

"Oh, I'm sorry." Ying Sitong hurriedly took a step back when she heard this.

Fortunately, the mass of Ying Sitong was not too big, so it didn't cause Xia Yuan's toe fracture.

However, because of another mistake of hers——

Xia Yuan, who already had a psychological shadow, retreated silently into his den like a hamster.

……

At night, Ying Si shrunk under the quilt, feeling heartbroken and ashamed.

What a great opportunity.

What a great vibe.

Why was it destroyed again?

This is definitely an irreparable low-level mistake.

For example, in an international diving competition, you have completed a reverse somersault with a difficulty factor of 3.9 for two and a half weeks and then turned for two and a half weeks to open your body and enter the water.

As a result, I had to make a small move before entering the water, and made an extra half turn, which was self-defeating and directly slapped a large flat plate on the water.

Not only the body hurts, but the heart hurts even more.

Unable to fall asleep after tossing and turning, Ying Sitong got up and watched the film for a while.

Under the recommendation of fans, she, a person who has never watched TV shows, is actually watching "Miss Hui Ye Wants Me to Confess ~ Geniuses' Love and Brain Warfare"

Looking at it, Ying Sitong felt an inexplicable pain in his heart.

Love is a war without smoke.

Whoever takes the initiative loses.

but--

Why did she still feel that she had lost when Xia Yuan had already taken the initiative just now?

……

Captain China is in the midst of urgent filming, and according to Wu Jing's plan, the official start of filming probably won't be until the next year.

It is almost January now, and it is obviously impossible to finish filming before the end of the year.

The next two months are just for Xia Yuan and Jiang Xiaoling to get familiar with the script and lines.

Actors are like this. If they become popular, they will be in drama all year round, and they will be too busy.

Before becoming famous, either go out of the way, or get moldy at home.

Xia Yuan didn't want to sit and eat, so he took Jiang Xiaoling to the film and television city to pick up work every day.

While playing tricks, use the remaining time to familiarize yourself with the script.

……

In the next few days, Xia Yuan's performance was very flat.

It's like nothing happened on Christmas Eve.

Ying Sitong hinted back and forth many times, but Xia Yuan didn't respond.

For example, when eating fish at noon, Ying Sitong put the fish head into his bowl.

"Eat a fish head," the beautiful young blood woman looked at him with a smile, "try your mouth."

She tapped Xia Yuan silently, wondering if this guy understood.

After I finished, I added another sentence to express my feelings about yesterday's incident, "This is the best."

"It's so hard," Xia Yuan tapped it with his chopsticks in distaste, and threw it back to Ying Sitong, "Since you like it, I'll give it to you. I still prefer skin."

"..."

Another example:
Lie on the sofa and watch TV at night.

Ying Sitong opened an app with her fingers and handed it to Xia Yuan.

"I want to buy some fish to keep at home. On the one hand, it will add some fun, and on the other hand, it can transform Feng Shui."

Jiang Xiaoling quite agrees.

"Yes, fish and water are both wealth. Raise more children, and the family situation will improve. I think that's what my master taught us back then."

Xia Yuan frowned, of course he would not be so foolish as to think that "My Lord" Jiang Xiaoling said was Jesus.

The identity of Ying Sitong's father should be quite noble.

Can help her build a crypt, and can raise so many dead soldiers with high martial arts skills.

but--

Why is Jiang Xiaoling's way of speaking so awkward?

"When you say water, you mean water, why do you say water?" Xia Yuan looked at Jiang Xiaoling with a strange look, "You got your tongue caught by the door recently?"

Jiang Xiaoling stared at him blankly.

"If you weren't the daughter-in-law's husband, I would have fucked you up." Jiang Xiaoling said angrily, "I'm here to practice my lines."

Oh.

Only now did Xia Yuan suddenly realize.

The character Wu Jing arranged for Jiang Xiaoling in the play is a native of the imperial capital, so in order to make her suitable for this role, the chief director specially asked her to practice speaking the imperial dialect at home.

"Okay, I hope you learn something."

Xia Yuan didn't care about her anymore, although he was deeply suspicious of this guy's line skills.

Under Ying Sitong's expectant eyes, Xia Yuan took over the phone and looked at it, then asked suspiciously, "Do you like Bozui fish?"

"correct."

Ying Sitong had a beautiful smile, and the flowers were blooming brilliantly.

"Don't you think it's very loving?" She pointed at the screen and leaned her body on Xia Yuan's shoulder naturally, "Pop mouth fish is the most frequent creature in the world, this fish is really beautiful and There is love."

Xia Yuan was slightly taken aback, and looked at her with the eyes of a fool.

"I'm afraid you have some misunderstanding about Bozuiyu?" He searched for Bozuiyu on his phone, and then handed the phone to Ying Sitong.

Bozuiyu doesn't pop its mouth because of love, on the contrary, it's because of hate.

When this kind of fish competes for territory, it will use its mouth to attack, and the loser does not run away because of shyness, it is just that the mouth fight is no match for other fish.

Xia Yuan concluded, "Humans fight with tools, and animals fight with organs. You think it's love, but you don't know it's actually hatred. Are you sure you want to raise this kind of fish?"

Ying Sitong's complexion was slightly gloomy, and she sat down on the corner of the sofa in distress.

It's like a bozui fish that has lost its fight.

"Hmph. Stingy! Cheapskate!"

Xia Yuan raised his eyebrows and called Jiang Xiaoling.

"Exactly, aren't you practicing the capital dialect? How do you say "stingy" that Sitong said just now in the imperial capital dialect?"

Jiang Xiaoling was slightly taken aback.

Then he paused every word full of emotion, and squeezed out from between his teeth:
"Pick, batch, son!"

Mom!
That's not how the children pronounce it!
……

Just at this time, a piece of news popped up on Xia Yuan's headline:
"A 5.3-magnitude earthquake occurred in Shuchuan, which caused landslides in some areas and severe mudslides."

"Fortunately, there were no casualties."

"After the earthquake, villagers in xx village discovered a thousand-year-old tomb.

After investigation by experts, it is very likely that it is the real tomb of Zhuge Liang, Marquis of Wu during the Three Kingdoms period.

When they saw that the coffin in the main tomb could only accommodate a 7-year-old child, the experts speculated that it was probably the descendant of Zhuge Liang. "

"This tomb..."

Ying Sitong and Jiang Xiaoling were startled at the same time.

"Looks like it's ours."

……

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