Unemployment at the beginning, I let the big devil of the music world return

Chapter 762 Drama
When the little girl Orange rushed back to the ICU, her father was still in a coma.

While mom and aunt were busy running around, Juzi pulled her brother to look out the window.

"Sister, when will dad wake up?"

The younger brother asked timidly.

For some reason, Juzi suddenly thought of Jiang Yang's words, "Dad's flowers have fallen, and I am no longer a child." She couldn't help but touch her brother's head and said, "Soon, he will wake up soon."

Mom and aunt are back.

They took the two of them and chased after them to thank the doctor.

The doctor gave some medical advice, took the pen handed to him by Juzi, wrote it down on a piece of paper, and smiled in response to their thanks: "These are what we should do. Even if Director Zhang didn't say hello, we would still do our best."

My mother was stunned for a moment: "Director Zhang?"

"correct."

The doctor put the pen in his pocket.

Before the mother could ask more questions, her aunt pulled her aside, thanked the doctor, and took her mother away.

"It should be the doctor who came to give Orange a pen last time."

My aunt vaguely remembered that after returning the pen, the doctor left her brother-in-law's ward and met a young doctor in the corridor.

The young doctor greeted him and called him Director Zhang.

After hearing this, the mother couldn't help but look at Orange.

Juzi was also confused and didn't know that Jiang Yang borrowed a pen and there was a surprise. This made Juzi embarrassed, thinking that it was rude to refuse the donkey roll that Jiang Yang handed over in the morning, not to mention that he was telling her a story.

As for the story—

I don’t remember Orange very clearly.

The only thing I remember is this sentence: "Dad's flowers have fallen, and I am no longer a child."

Although the leaf she picked for her father from the park was still as red as fire, she probably understood the sentence.

She suddenly wanted to know the story.

Don't know why.

Maybe I feel sorry for the little girl in the story.

Or——

Let Jiang Yang’s story not be told in vain.

She took her mother's mobile phone and searched for this sentence, but didn't find any useful information. So she searched using keywords she remembered, such as camel, Song Ma, donkey rolls, books, etc., but still found nothing.

can only say--

As expected of the legendary Jiang Yang, the books he reads are biased.

Dad is in the intensive care unit, so the family members have some free time for the time being.

Orange plans to go to the bookstore and ask the clerk to see if he can find this book.

however--

Juzi went to all the nearby bookstores but couldn't find the book. Not to mention looking for it, the store clerks had never even heard of it.

Weird!

After getting off the bus stop, Juzi walked towards the hospital scratching his head, puzzled.

She clearly remembered Jiang Yang saying that he read it from a book.

Forget it.

forget about it.

Juzi plans to seek help from the omnipotent netizens when she returns.

Just as she made up her mind and walked quickly towards the inpatient department, she inadvertently caught a glimpse of a young man smoking in the corner, wiping tears from the corners of his eyes with his hands.

Hospital walls have heard more prayers than churches.

The orange has already passed.

but--

She turned back, took out a pack of tissues from her bag, silently placed it next to the young man, and walked away. After going upstairs, she took her mother's mobile phone, followed the content of the novel in her memory, extracted the key words, and posted related questions on Zhidao and Tuitui, and also @ some knowledgeable reading celebrities.

evening.

The lobby of Beijing Grand Theatre was crowded with people.

"Right in front of the stage."

Xiao Yang took a look at the ticket in his hand and led the way.

Hou Bing and Lu Xiaoyu, holding Grape on the left and right, walked towards their seats.

“This is the most prime location.”

Xiao Yang led them to their seats, "Where the sound converges, it's even clearer to see."

In Jiang Yang's words, to find dragons and divide gold, look at the mountains. Each layer of entanglement is a barrier. This is the Feng Shui treasure land of the theater. There is no need to look up or down, as sounds converge from all directions. A theater usually has only one or two rows of such golden positions, which are VIPs among VIPs. When rehearsing a drama, the director often sits in such a position to coordinate the overall situation.

Although you can't see the grapes, it's nice to sit here and enjoy the auditory feast.

"And there are presents."

Hou Bing saw that there was a bottle of water and a gift box on each seat.

Lu Xiaoyu sat next to Xiao Yang: "Jiang Yang is not coming?"

This is a play he wrote.

She thought she could see the big devil. She was excited and nervous at the thought of chatting and laughing with the big devil.

"Not coming."

Hou Bing took a photo with his mobile phone: "He is learning painting. He has classes in the afternoon and homework in the evening. I heard that he is writing a novel about all the people in the world. He also has to play games and miniature models in his spare time. He is very busy."

"very nice."

Grape said.

In her next life, she also wants to be a painter.

"Yes."

Xiao Yang sighed.

After graduating from college and experiencing the harsh treatment of society, he realized how precious it was to be able to sit down and study. "It's comfortable for him to eat Sister Ning's soft rice."

"Your soft rice is not bad either."

Hou Bing joked.

Ever since Xiao Yang and Lu Xiaoyu started dating, their evening meals at convenience stores have skyrocketed. Whenever there is a promotion, event, discount coupon, or new product, they are the first to try them.

Xiao Yang: "Get lost."

Lu Xiaoyu then opened the gift box, and there was nothing else inside, just some couplets.

She was slightly disappointed.

"There are so many people here, Jingyi can't afford to give away good things."

Xiao Yang said.

As they were talking, a man wearing a mask and a hat, surrounded by several people, sat next to them.

Xiao Yang took a glance and saw that he had a cold face, cool and looked quite handsome.

but--

Xiao Yang had seen Jiang Yang so many times that he didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

He ignored it and looked down at the booklet in his hand.

This booklet was taken when I was checking tickets just now. It is a promotional booklet for the play "Wotou Guild Hall". The screenwriter Jiang Yang's name is on the first line below the four words "Wotou Guild Hall" on the cover, and further down are the director Ouyang, artistic consultant, and so on.

"Don't say that—"

When Xiao Yang saw Jiang Yang's name printed on it, it looked quite realistic, which made him speechless.

because--

The owner of this name has the following style in their group:
He bought an authentic, rather long baguette, but he didn't eat it, just played with it, and asked Xiao Yang and the others to prepare a few, calling it the best weapon for the zombie siege, which can be used for self-defense and to fill the stomach, and the two-in-one can be eaten with some jam. "Brother Gang, don't do it. Sister Ying hasn't given birth for so long. I suspect it's Nezha, born with a rebellious nature."

If Sister Ying doesn't give birth soon, we have to consider inducing labor.

"Grape's mom is a fan of Teacher Ouyang."

Hou Bing was also looking at the cover, looking at the director's name, "I wonder if I can get an autograph from Mr. Ouyang after the show."

When he said this, a group of people had just sat down in the row in front of them.

The person sitting down glanced back at them, then turned his head and asked in a low voice: "Jiang Yang is not here?"

Wu Xiu shook his head.

"I'm studying in seclusion."

Wu Xiu was afraid that Mr. Ouyang might be suspicious, so he told him not to mention "Wotou Guild Hall". Their Jiangyu Drama Troupe's favorite project "This Man From Earth" had a rehearsal yesterday, but Jiang Yang didn't go. "Our screenwriter Jiang is very easy to work with. As long as you don't change the lines, dialogues and plots in his script, he will give people plenty of room to play."

Teacher Ouyang looked at the script in his hand and asked, "Are you here just to check it?"

Wu Xiu smiled.

Generally speaking.

Teacher Ouyang found it incredible, difficult to understand, and difficult to cooperate with the fact that he could not change the script on the spot and had to write a report and have sufficient reasons to convince the screenwriter if he wanted to change the script.

Just ask——

Whether it is a drama or a stage play, the lines must be revised during rehearsal.

but--

He fully agreed with Jiang Yang's script.

because--

Unless there are common sense errors, it is difficult for ordinary people to change a word or sentence in Jiang Yang's script. His script seems to have been tempered by dozens of stage actors. If there are one more word or one less word in some lines, it will lack that flavor.

and--

Jiang Yang's script is also very smooth.

As the opening drama of the Beijing Art Theater in the new year, this drama is full of big names.

They also liked Jiang Yang's lines.

How should I put it——

No matter how long or how large the lines are, as long as they fit the role and the role's daily language and spoken habits, they will be spoken fluently. Good actors can even taste the flavor of the lines and quickly get into the role.

and so--

Even if Wu Xiu had the task of inspection, he was not worried.

(End of this chapter)